#Zuri&Grim

[cosmicsimsi]

EPILOGE | And with that Zuri and Zane’s story is officially over🤧 I know the ending came kind of fast 😅 I initially planned for Zuri to forget him and fall for him all over again, but honestly I think they suffered enough?😭 So this felt like the best option for me. I also never planned to make it a fully fledged story (see it as a mini story), maybe there are a few questions still open and if you’re curious I’m happy to answer them! About our new boy here: He will be in my next story together with Kaya and Kai🥳

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[itz-pandora]

After getting this clarification from @happyfacelol, I decided to doodle something!

(realizing I don't think I've talked about Lanolin in my AU hjsjshsh)

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

@crazyyanderefangirlfan WHY DID I SEE THIS SEE THIS AS ZURI STUDYING AND GRIM FLOPPED DOWN AND ZURI WAS LIKE, "Well while you're here -"

Study sessions 😺🦐

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Can I ask something? So in my fic drafts I have one where a new villain threatens the world and the DVR and the heroes have to work together to figure out what it happening only to find out some sort of little portal open to show many universes of their worlds in chaos. But not by the villains, but by them as the villains! It's a lot of chaos and even more angsty when it comes to Malfie left for dead by Maleficent and goes crazy and tries to kidnap Aurora to keep her forever and PS has a whole sad thing according to my notes

Also connected was the idea of them finding universes of the princesses becoming villains in varies ways

That I wanted to ask headcanons of if that's okay. Some are easy for me to kind of figure out on how certain princesses can be evil, like Snow White snaps after years of her husband's betrayals and not having Apple to give her the confidence she wants then someone tries to take the "Fairest in the Land" title, but the others are kind of hard

Also, how would you think the Kemonohito family plus J&V Crew and their partners react seeing villain counterparts of the DVR? I'll write (vaguely the idea) of their villains selves I came up with:

Apple Poison is a Jafar kind of villain, working behind the scenes of evil by manipulating the land's king after the Evil Queen's death and has scary plant and poison magic

Jack Heart went mad and killed the Queen of Hearts and is so insane he doesn't process he's scaring Wonderland and being a scary tyrant cause "they're all my friends, why would they be scared of me??"

Malfie was left to die by Maleficent and went crazy, covering his face and living in a castle of many mirrors, scary magic, and lowkey a yandere to Aurora

Dalmatia's either the only one who doesn't become a villain and instead is trying to save them all while fighting them all or becomes like a mob boss

Eight Foot Joe overthrew Ursula and Triton for his freedom and takes over the kingdom and is at war with the humans

Lady Hock loses Hook and his crew due to a incident and just in deep denial of them being dead, like keeping the skeletons and talking to them as if they're alive

Veil has scary fire powers and rules France in a iron fist after killing Frollo

Pretty Scar looses it after Scar died, being a ruthful hunter

Ms Hades unleashes the dead from the Underworld and overthrow Zeus

and Farja keeps Jasmine and Aladdin locked away as she rules Agrabah with all kinds of magic and whoever opposes her turns to sand

You can answer that later, just letting you know ^w^

A/N: I'm sorry for answering this now

Well the collective thought is "What the fuck?" but let' go head to the individual reactions.

Vince is like 'Saw this coming", like deep down he knew Apple was far more capable ruler than the Evil Queen.

AU Jack is flabbergasted and worried. He understood why he did it and really wants to help him but is worried if he might make things worse.

On one hand, Malachite is angry at Malfie's behalf and wants to fight Maleficent and is proud he learned powerful magic. But on the other, he's worried about the yandere part.

Dante is either gonna help save Dalmatia or if he became a mob boss, Dante will just say “Good for you.*

Honestly, AU Joe will just grab some snacks and watch it all unfold, he's happy he got rid of Ursula but worried if it means Joe hates human.

Jane: GOT TO THERAPY! Like legit, she's worried for her. But like A Jack, she's worried if she might make things worse.

Vera has mixed feelings. She's happy that Frollo is gone and is amazed with the powers, but ruling France like a tyrant is no for her.

Zuri is crying! She wants to do anything she can do to help Pretty Scar.

Cece is just "You go girl."

Nadia is like 'Oh, God. Is this a yandere thing like what Cece watches?' Honestly, aside from that, she likes this version of her friend.

Seeing look-alikes of her children and their friends suffering breaks Valerie's heart a bit, especially the ones who were mentally damaged the most.

Lona is ready to knock them a out.

Elodie is torn in wanting to comfort Malfie or staying away from him.

Stephanie happy for him but staying away.

Roxy is literally heartbroken for Jack. The scary part to her is that he has her boyfriend's face and seeing him like this or thinking he'll be like this makes her want to cry

Misty is joining AU Joe in watching, she'll bring the snacks.

Grim just wants to bite them all

[inkblot22]

What's Worse?

I finally finished this. This unpostable thing. It's done and even if it's bad, I do not care. In the end, it ended up being 4k words and I'm okay with this. Header by @/cafekitsune

Who is this fic for? I tried to keep this one very neutral despite the many references to body parts, so anyone who can handle it is free to read! Keep in mind that pronouns such as you and they are used to refer to the reader. The reader is human and does have hair.

TW for coercion, noncon, dubcon, allusions to a physically and emotionally abusive dynamic, captivity, everyone is at least a little bit untrustworthy in this, mentions of the smell of blood, beastman-specific oddities and anatomy, violent and morbid similes. Just in case, I'd like to say that this is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. A lot of the stuff is more so implied than explicitly stated, but it's still there.

The day he moved up a grade and began his “internship” is the same day he took you with him. Sure, Grim came along, but you’re often so busy, or he’s often so busy, either way. So you haven’t seen your familiar in months, and your life is filled with Leona.

You don’t know why he did this, but the first night you were there, he tapped your uvula with his fingers as he orally serviced you so feverishly that you left teeth indent bruises on his knuckles from biting down so hard as you tried not to be loud. He wore them like jewelry, and you know his brother saw them. Everyone at the table knew what happened, because, according to Leona, no matter how often you shower, the way you smell will always give you away.

That was a little over six months ago. As far as captivity goes, it’s rather cushy. You stay within the confines of the Afterglow Savannah’s palace. Sometimes Leona gets a bit aggressive and you take it, but you’re fed, clothed, and possibly pampered. It could be worse. It could be far worse. You could be in the dungeons. 

You actually don’t know if this place has a dungeon, come to think of it. The last time you asked Leona, he asked you if there was an issue with the room you shared with him. When you tried to explain why you asked, he called you a “dumb herbivore” in a very fond tone of voice, then fell asleep. You didn’t try asking again.

It didn’t stop you from wandering. As it turns out, the Afterglow is mostly populated by beastmen��� beastpeople? Aren’t all people beasts? Whatever, the point is, you’re basically the only person in the palace with muted senses. You often think back to Rook, wondering how he trained himself to use his senses so well. You tried to practice once, but Leona caught you hiding a  ball and chucked the thing out the window, telling you to find something better to do with your “skills.” You sure used one of your senses, at least.

Unfortunately, these “muted” senses, despite them being completely sensible for your human state of being, have led to some issues. For instance, when someone approaches you, you don’t notice until they’re within your field of awareness. Beyond that, according to Leona, Farena, Cheka, and Farena’s wife, you also tend to just reek of blood.

You have no idea why, and you’ve never noticed this before. You get out of the shower, having scrubbed hard enough to rid yourself of any dirt but not enough to create micro-abrasions on your skin, and Leona still complains about it. You play fight with Cheka, gentle enough that neither of you gets harmed and he’s giggly, and he pauses his mirth and wrinkles his little nose before asking if you got hurt. Zuri, Farena’s wife, regularly would stop you whenever she saw you, her eyes wide as she asked you if everything was okay. The palace staff didn’t say anything, but they’d constantly be re-filling your first-aid kit, one that was “gifted” to you and one that the staff and Kifaji (despite him being human like you, or maybe just not obviously a beastman) insisted that you carry at all times.

But out of all of them, Farena was the worst. If you were in Cheka’s nursery, even just seconds after the kid fell asleep, Farena would pop out of nowhere. If you lingered a bit too long in the kitchen or hallways, anywhere too far from Leona’s wing, he’d approach with a smile, his arms spread wide. If you came to the dining hall without Leona’ his glowing brown eyes would find you, the intensity akin to a sudden knife wound. His persistence in being around you was all blanketed by his uncomfortable implications when he spoke to you.

Even so, you happened to somehow get lost. The hallways are sort of color-coded, but you’ve passed this same hallway several times, enough for you to be okay with admitting that you’ve been walking in a circle for the past twenty minutes. And, much like the devil, as soon as you thought that if you were there any longer, a certain lion-man would appear, Farena popped up and scooped you into a hearty hug as greeting, your feet coming off the floor.

“Leona’s partner!” He never calls you by name. It’s always just that. You are Leona’s partner, not your own person, you guess, “I knew I’d find you eventually.”

“Yes. Hello, your highness.” You wheezed as he placed you back on the floor.

“Oh, you’re so prickly, just like my baby brother. You two are a perfect match- he does like a bit of bite.”

You rarely knew how to respond to him, so you often didn’t. You just stared at him, like a total moron, but he continued talking like you aren’t giving him the most anserine of looks- a word he has used to describe you before, basically to your face.

“I’ve heard that you forgot your first aid kit. We don’t need you tripping and scratching yourself on Leona’s dresser again, and not with an inability to heal yourself.” He never gave you time to answer, “Of course, I know you aren’t magic, but those of you without it have made some wonderful inventions to make up for that.”

“Oh. Yeah, I just left for, like, two seconds so I could return something to the kitchen.”

He nodded, thoughtful, still smiling, “Well, did you hit your head? You’ve been walking in a circle, and you didn’t even stop to say hi to me.”

“No. I, uh.” You cast your gaze down the hallway closest to you, then looked back at Farena, “I am a bit lost. I guess someone else is usually with me when I’m wandering around.”

Leona is not the only person in his family with a cunning streak. You are marginally aware of this, and when Farena’s eyes narrowed, you sucked in a breath.

“Hmm. You’re right, Leona’s partner. It is rather strange not to see you by my baby brother’s side.”

It struck you multiple times in the past that the amount of times you bumped into Farena couldn’t possibly be a coincidence. He’s a king, so why was he never ruling or whatever kings did all day? It was incredibly strange, and you made the same subtle discomforted motions like clockwork. He usually pretended not to notice whatsoever.

His grin was always too bright. You did prefer Leona’s smirk, “Very well. It looks like I’ll need to escort you back to Leona’s quarters, won’t I?”

“Uh. I mean, if you’re not busy.”

“You’re such a mousy thing. Come,” He offered you his arm.

You took it, and true to his word, he led you back to Leona’s wing, then straight up to the door. He knocked, and you ducked out of his arm to cautiously open the door. Leona strolled out of the bathroom, hair and skin wet, his eyes not even skimming over you before they flashed to his brother, who strolled in as though he owned the place. Maybe he did. Who owns a palace if not the king?

“Ah, Leona! I found your partner, wandering the halls like a lost lamb.”

As soon as the words process in Leona’s mind, his green eyes are sliding to pin you down. Your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t move or emote, lest he strike. He’s like a snake when he’s like this, which is ironic. Perhaps it’s not ironic, and just comedic. Who knows?

Regardless, Farena keeps talking, “And I missed you at lunch! What a shame. They had your favorite, you know. Meat! And lots of it. Don’t you ever get hungry, being in here all the time?”

If not for everyone talking about the way your skin smells, that comment could have been written off entirely. It didn’t feel great, being indirectly told that you smell like fresh meat, and Leona wasn’t helping much.

“Mmm. No. I don’t like my meat that rare.” Leona grumbles, taking a seat on his bed and waving you over. “Hey, c’mere and braid my hair.”

What was worse? Being told you smell delicious or being told you didn’t smell delicious enough? It was one of those things. You cautiously tied off his braids, capping both of them in beads that Cheka had gifted you. His hair was wet, clinging to his skin as desperately as the water did. You caught yourself watching a drop sliding over Leona’s tattoo and hummed softly. 

Farena was still talking. You didn’t hear the beginning, and you didn’t care about the end, so you completely tuned him out so you could finger detangle the rest of Leona’s wet hair. While you were ignoring Farena, you were pointedly all too aware of Leona’s sounds of pleasure. It took you a while to get used to it. You were a primate, and he was a lion. More lion than ape. He snorted and rumbled, huffed and chuffed, his face twisted in a scowl. 

“Ah, what a shame. I’ll have to speak to you later, Leona. Perhaps you could talk about those plans with Zuri. I’m sure she’d love to listen.” You tuned back in as Farena turned to the door, opening it before remembering himself and waving at you, “Bye bye, Leona’s partner!”

When he was gone, almost as soon as the door was closed, Leona twisted his torso to grab you around the waist and pull you into one of his kisses. You read somewhere that the reason men kiss so… wetly is so they can mark their partner. It makes more sense if they just didn’t want to kiss with dry lips, but you’re no kissing expert. Leona is not an exception to this, you supposed. He always licked his lips before pressing them against yours, slicked with his saliva and often accompanied by a quiet, barely perceptible growl. 

His kisses were dizzying. Possibly because it was difficult to breathe while kissing someone, and possibly because you were usually held in a crushing vice whenever he kissed you. Your poor ribcage had been squeezed many times. 

And just as soon as it started, he dropped you unceremoniously and stood up, walking past your sprawled body on his floor, “We’ve got some big dinner to get to. Get dressed.”

You scrambled to your feet, “Big dinner?”

“Mhm. It’s some official’s birthday. I can’t be bothered to remember who.”

That made enough sense. In the time you’d been here, you’d learned pretty quickly that it wasn’t exactly worth it to go out of your way to be remembered positively by everyone, especially not since you were… with Leona. In all the time you’d been here, you’d never been sure about what the nature of your relationship with him was, either. Asking would get you some kind of snarky or irritated answer, and not asking but thinking about it made it hard to focus on anything else, so you didn’t think about it.

“Oh. You see Grim today?” You asked while getting dressed in your own green and black dashiki, like a couple’s outfit in the matching pattern of Leona’s.

Like he always did, he stared for a moment before making a few small adjustments. It was funny, he couldn’t be bothered to care about his own appearance, and yet, when it came to you…

“Yeah, He’s good. Still working on the mage stuff.”

“Mmm. Okay. Thanks.” You mumbled, lifting your arms so Leona could look you over again, “What?”

“You stink like my brother. If we had time, I’d fix that, but…”

“What does he smell like?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking what I smell like?” He snapped, and you flinched. Sometimes his irritation came with physical indications, but heavier than the physical indications was the energy around him, “Forget it. Stay close to me tonight.”

You usually did. You hated parties here, but more than the parties themselves, you hated the strangers who came up to you and just said whatever. Last time, someone approached you and asked how big Leona’s wallet was for you to stick around. You’re learning to like nobility less, not that you particularly liked them before..

You’re tucked against Leona’s back for the entirety of the evening. He’s like a ward. People see him and walk the opposite direction unless they’re drunk or stupid, and those types are in short supply at the beginning of the night. Unfortunately, by the middle of the night, amongst sips of his drinks and nibbles of various finger foods, you felt exhausted and Leona was straight up pissed.

You wondered why for a bit too long. You barely even realized when you ended up back in his room, outside on his balcony. He was stewing, pouting like a toddler. You unstuck yourself from his side and sat in one of the chairs.

“Mmm.” He grumbled. He often did this, putting a noise to his emotion, but no words to explain himself. You’d wised up and figured out early on that it was best not to approach him for this type of thing, “Hey, runt.”

Uh oh. He tended to use that nickname before he did something foul to you. You squirmed in your chair and flinched as he turned around and yanked his shirt over his head. His pants went next. Leona didn’t bother with underwear.

“C’mere. What are you hidin’ in the corner for?” He mumbles, “We’ve got time now.”

Your uh oh gets multiplied. It’s not that you aren’t attracted to Leona, or that you’re not in the mood. It’s not that you’re terrified of him, not that you’re confused by his awkward libido. It’s that you honestly don’t know what he sees in you, sprinkled with a bit of relationship insecurity. You’re here because of him, you and Grim have a home because of him, but what’s going to happen when he gets bored with you? 

He looks over his shoulder at you sharply, “What the hell are you doin’? I said c’mere.”

You swallowed and took a few steps forward, stripping as you walked. The night air makes your skin tingle with goosebumps, your nipples hardening and a shiver rattling through you. It’s a very strong possibility that these feelings have beset you based only on the fact that someone could look up from Zuri’s garden and see you and Leona, both naked on his balcony.

 When you’re standing in front of him, he just stares, one of his hands ever so gently stroking himself. You think it’s funny, the phrase “playing with yourself,” because that is what it is. His fingers softly paw at his heavy balls, gliding up the base of his shaft to tweak the head of his cock under his foreskin. He doesn’t break his gaze on you to look at himself. The hand that is not busy with himself reaches out to grab your waist, just above the start of your hip, and yank you closer.

He’s not gentle. Not really. You know he has the capacity to be gentle, but he doesn’t really seem to care. In the past, when you’ve pleaded with him to be gentle, he’s told you that he would treat you like glass if he thought you were made of it, but since he’s seen you suffer worse (what is worse?) he doesn’t see the point in bothering. That doesn’t change the fact that his touch often hurts. Now is not an exception, and you make your displeasure clear with a soft noise of discomfort.

“Shhh. You wanna tell me what happened earlier?” Leona mumbles, pressing his face against the skin on your stomach, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

You absolutely hate it when he smells you like this, but that’s not important right now, “Wh-what?”

“With Farena. You looked freaked out.” Leona ever so lightly kisses the pit of your bellybutton, “He do anything to you?”

You’re not a fan of Leona acting like this. While it seems like he cares, you know from past experience that he’s typically, if not always, on the brink of a jealous meltdown. His jealous meltdowns almost always end with you sitting alone in the bathroom, tending to your own wounds as he sleeps like a kid who just threw a tantrum. So you decide to give a simple answer before distracting him, at least for a moment.

You scratch the nape of his neck, since he doesn’t like you touching his ears, “He was just his usual off-putting self. Nothing else.”

Leona grunts and looks up at you, so you take your chance. You lean down, sitting on your knees, and press a mock-reverent kiss to Leona’s thigh. He’s surprisingly hairless, for someone who is more lion than ape. You suppose the same could be said for yourself, as someone who is more ape than lion. 

Leona’s unimpressed face slants into a smirk, and his hand that was previously fondling his genitals slides to cup your cheek, fingertips rubbing behind your ear.

Now that it’s right in front of your face, you wish that you hadn’t decided that this was the best option for distraction. You think maybe anything would be better than catching those barbs in the back of your throat. The little softly-curved nubs circling the base of the head of Leona’s cock flare out a bit, resembling one of those Elizabethan ruffs, tattered by the passage of time and reduced to the skeleton. They aren’t sharp, not truly, but they’re uncomfortable, especially when you forget that the more worked up Leona gets, the further they poke out and the harsher they feel. It’s similar to someone’s very carefully blunted fingernail and fingertip rubbing against your cheeks.

You try to suck up your carefully hidden disgust and press a soft kiss to the very tip of Leona’s dick, wetting your lips with his salty pre. Surprisingly, he doesn’t taste bad. You would think that his skin, his cum, would taste bitter and harsh, but it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever tasted. Perhaps that’s a silver lining in this wicked situation.

Regardless, a quiet grumble from him makes you snap back into the reality of where you are, and you figure you may as well get to work. You slide your lips down to his base, wincing as the spongy head of his member punches the back of your throat and his hand slides back to grip your nape.

“You trying to bore me to death, runt? You know I hate this teasing shit.”

That’s right. He absolutely loathes it. You bob your head a little more expeditiously, trying to ignore the slick mixture of drool and pre that is escaping from the corners of your lips and the ever-increasing strength of Leona’s thrusts against your face.

Despite your senses being the most dull in the palace, you can sort of hear the festivities downstairs, and Leona chuckles, standing with your head still cradled in his hand so he can actually start thrusting. It always begins with you trying to set a gentle pace and it always quickly dissolves into chaos. He’s lazy, but if he’s anything more than lazy, it’s a shameless pleasure chaser. You would think that you would have learned by now.

“You can’t hear them. They’re not at all concerned with me, they’re wondering where you went off to. But everyone knows that you belong to me, so they should know that you’re with me.” Leona mumbles. 

You gag, his dickhead wetly popping against the back of your throat as the fluids in your mouth froth with the speed of his motions, gooey trails roping down to cling to your cheeks and collarbones, connecting to Leona’s shifting hips. At least he doesn’t stink today.

A bug lands on your shoulder and flits away as you choke on Leona as he shoves his cock down your throat. Maybe you should feel a bit more grateful that this is happening partially outside, and that way you can have constant reminders that you’re still alive and not in some form of purgatory, serving time for your very minor moments of humanity when you were alive. 

Leona snarls, “You’re just so cute, with those lips wrapped around me. I wonder if my brother would keep flirting with you if he knew that you were like this in private.”

The implications of that statement are absolutely lost on you. You’re aware that Leona knows how you feel about your current life to a degree, but he doesn’t give a damn about your emotions. Whatever he’s talking about is absolutely just him babbling out some sex-addled nonsense. As the barbs scrape against your uvula, you gag and try to push his hips away so you can catch your breath for a second.

He doesn’t let up. Sweat is sliding over his skin, beading into crystal pearls and sliding down to flavor the skin in your mouth with their salt. If you don’t puke from his roughness, you’re going to puke from ingesting so much sodium. His smirk grows and his fingers massage the base of your head as if he isn’t pounding into your throat.

“Aw… too much? Maybe if you were a bit more active, I’d be done a bit sooner.” He coos.

You don’t fully hate Leona. He has given you somewhere to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear, for both you and Grim, but whenever he gets like this, taunting you even though he’s using you like a cheap sleeve, you feel an indescribable, hopeless anger. Regardless, you bring one of your hands up to the copious amounts of drool and pre and sweat that are covering your skin, collecting the goop on your fingers. You cup his ass with your non-gooey hand and spread that cheek, plunging a finger into his asshole and aimlessly crooking your finger.

His hips spasm, his hand fists into your hair and he lets out a low grumble, “Rrr.”

You slowly ease your other gooey finger into his ass and hope that he will cum soon so you can catch your breath. You need a shower, and he’s probably going to just go to bed after this. You’re more tired than he is, and you’re actually beginning to think that you both might be a bit tipsy. You need this to end, and you need it to end soon.

Your prayers are answered. You feel his cock bob in the back of your throat, the glans tapping that soft spot that makes you feel it in the back of your nose, and he yanks your head back, your lips releasing him with a somewhat loud pop.

His cum is hotter than it has any right being. You suppose since he runs hot, it’s not that shocking, but you’re also aware that the whole reason that the balls are not an internal thing is because the human body is way too hot for sperm to live for long periods of time inside of the body. This information is irrelevant, however, because Leona has just made the mess on your skin that much worse. You sigh as he lets go of you, flopping back into his chair and gesturing to his cock again.

“Can you clean me up before you go running off?”

You’d love to tell him no, to ask him to shove it, but you grunt your acquiescence and tongue-clean his messy skin, as if you aren’t covered in more slime than he is. Once done, you stand up and gather your clothes, placing them in the laundry bin in the bathroom and getting in the shower.

You scrub a little harder than usual, but not hard enough to break skin, not even enough to create micro-abrasions. Once out, you throw on one of Leona’s gaudy yellow tees and take a seat on the bed. He’s already curled up under the covers, but the soft tapping of his tail lets you know that he isn’t sleeping. You slide under the covers yourself and Leona rolls over, pulling your back into his chest.

“Hey.” He mumbles into your hair, “You stink like a fresh kill.”

What’s worse? Smelling like blood in a den of predators or being in the den of predators to begin with?

[bestfictionalhome-tourneygirl]

THE LIST IS COMPLETE!

(Only for non-anime contestants. I will have a third party chose the anime contestants at random because there are too many. Sorry for any disappointment submitters!)

In NO PARTICULAR ORDER

The AMPGB Contestants are:

Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Adora - She-Ra and the Princess of Power

Bloom - Winx Club

Twilight Sparkle - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Anne Boonchuy - Amphibia

Juniper Lee - The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

Lunella Lafayette - Moon GIrl and the Devil Dinosaur

Ruby Rose - RWBY

Tulip Olsen - Infinity Train (S1)

Lake - Infinity Train(S2)

Aja Tarron - 3Below

Bee - Bee and Puppycat

Tuca - Tuca and Bertie

Bertie - Tuca and Bertie

Blossom - PowerPuff Girls

Carmen Sandiego - Carmen Sandiego

Carol - Carol and the End of the World

Clawdeen Wolf - Monster High (G3)

Cybersix - Cybersix

Draculaura - Monster High (G2)

ENA - ENA

Fionna - Fionna and Cake

Frankie Stein - Monster High (G1)

Grace Monroe - Infinity Train (S3)

Raven Queen - Ever After High

Harriet M. Welsch - Harriet the Spy

Iris - LoliRock

Jane - Jane and the Dragon

Jenny Wakeman (XJ-9) - My Life as a Teenage Robot

Mandy - The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug) - Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noit

Maya - Maya and the Three

Miko Kubota - Glitch Techs

Pomni - The Amazing Digital Circus

Rapunzel - Tangled: The Animated Series

Sharon Spitz - Brace Face

Star Butterfly - Star vs the Forces of Evil

Will Vandom - W.I.T.C.H.

Hilda - Hilda

Strawberry Shortcake - Strawberry Shortcake (2003)

Kim Possible - Kim Possible

Bluey - Bluey

Penny Proud - The Proud Family

Korra - The Legend of Korra

Princess Sofia - Sofia the First

Kipo - Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts

Sabrina Spellman - Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Animated Series

Barbie Roberts - Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse

Molly McGee - The Ghost and Molly McGee

Maisy Mouse - Maisy

Dora - Dora the Explorer

Angelina Jeanette Mouseling - Angelina Ballerina

Ruby - Max and Ruby

Madeline - Madeline

Princess Tiabeanie Mariabeanie de la Rochambeau Grunkwitz (Bean) - Disenchantment

Blue - Blue’s Clues

Ms. Valerie Frizzle - The Magic School Bus

Cleopatra - Cleopatra in Space

Doc McStuffins - Doc McStuffins

Unikitty - Unikitty!

Eliza Thornberry - The Wild Thornberrys

Samantha Simpson - Totally Spies

Reggie - Twelve Forever

Zuri Love - Young Love

The brackets will be posted within the week!

[that-1d-blogger]

PART 2

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Plot - Zayn and Zuri have been in love for 6 years and plan on a romantic date to celebrate their anniversary. Tragedy strikes when they get into a car accident , where Zayn loses his memories of her . Little do they know amnesia is not the only thing they should be worried about as there’s another problem around the corner, will they be able to deal through this together or would it be too late ?

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Zayn Malik as Zayn Malik

Yara Shahidi as Zuri Simmons

The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the first sound Zayn became aware of as he slowly drifted back into consciousness. His eyelids felt heavy as he struggled to pry them open against the harsh fluorescent lights assaulting his sensitive eyes. Where was he?

As his blurry vision began to clear, he could make out the stark whiteness of the room, the antiseptic smell assaulting his nostrils. A hospital room, he realized. But why was he here? The last thing he remembered was...nothing. His mind was completely blank.

A slight movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention, and he turned his head to see a young woman sitting beside the bed, her face etched with worry but her eyes shining with tears of relief. She had caramel skin and long dark hair pulled back in a messy bun, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. Who was she?

"Zayn?" she whispered, reaching out to take his hand. "Oh thank god, you're awake! I was so worried..."

He flinched involuntarily at her touch, pulling his hand back. "Who are you?"

The smile froze on her face, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What? Zayn, it's me, Zuri...your girlfriend?"

Girlfriend? Zayn felt his heart rate kick up a notch as panic set in. He had no recollection of this woman at all. What the hell was going on?

"I...I don't know you," he stammered, shaking his head. "Where am I? What happened?"

The woman - Zuri - opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get a word out, the door burst open and an older man and woman rushed in, their faces a mirror of relief and joy.

"Zayn! You're awake!" the woman cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hurried to his bedside and pulled him into a fierce hug. 

As she embraced him, flashes of recognition sparked in Zayn's mind. This scent, this warmth...it was so familiar. "Mom?"

"Oh, my baby boy," his mother murmured, rocking him gently. "We were so worried we were going to lose you." 

The man stepped forward, clasping Zayn's shoulder with a shaky hand. "Son, you had us scared to death. How are you feeling?"

"Dad?" Zayn whispered, panic slowly giving way to bewilderment as the faces of his parents triggered buried memories. At least he knew who they were. More pieces were falling into place - their names, growing up, fragments of his life. But there was still so much he couldn't recall, like why he was in the hospital in the first place.

His brow furrowed as he studied her lovely features, struggling to find even a shred of familiarity as he looked at Zuri . "I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are," he said carefully. "What's going on? Why can't I remember?"

The room fell deathly silent as his parents and Zuri exchanged stricken looks. Zayn felt a cold knot of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. Something was very, very wrong.

A few moments later, the doctor strode briskly into the room, his face impassive and professional. "Ah, Mr. Malik, I see you've rejoined us," he remarked, barely glancing up from the chart in his hands as he crossed to the end of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Confused. Scared," Zayn admitted hoarsely. "I can't...I can't remember what happened, or why I'm here. And I don't know this woman," he added, gesturing helplessly toward Zuri.

The doctor's mouth set in a grim line as he met Zayn's desperate gaze. "I was afraid this might happen," he said with a resigned sigh, setting the chart aside. "Mr. Malik, you were in a very serious car accident several days ago. You sustained a severe traumatic brain injury that left you in a coma."

Zayn felt the blood drain from his face as realization set in. A coma...that would certainly explain the memory loss, the gaps, the darkness clouding everything before this moment. "How long was I out?"

"Almost 3 days ," the doctor replied solemnly. "During which time your brain endured significant trauma. I'm afraid you are suffering from dissociative amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Zayn repeated numbly, his heart plummeting into his stomach. The word alone filled him with cold, suffocating dread. 

This had to be some kind of horrible nightmare. He looked pleadingly between his parents and the doctor, silently begging them to take it back, to tell him this wasn't real. But their somber expressions confirmed his worst fears.

His gaze landed on Zuri once more. She was crying openly now, tears streaming down her beautiful face as her shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Pain and guilt lanced through him - clearly she meant a great deal to him, whether he could remember her or not. How could he have forgotten someone who so obviously loved him?

“Zuri I’m so sorry.” He says , feeling guilty for not remembering her

She lifted her head, offering him a brave, watery smile as she reached for his hand again. "It's okay," she said softly. "We'll get through this."

He pulled his hand away reflexively, a hardness settling over his features. "I don't know you, sorry I don’t comfortable with touches.”

Hurt flashed across Zuri's face, her lips parting in a silent cry of anguish. But before she could respond, the doctor continued grimly.

"There is...one more concerning development," he said, folding his hands on the metal footboard. "In addition to the head trauma, it appears the accident caused significant hepatic injury. Your liver has sustained enough damage that it is beginning to fail.

Zayn's head whipped around, his breath catching in his throat as the gravity of the doctor's words slammed into him. "What...what are you saying?" he rasped.

"I'm saying you are going to require an orthotopic liver transplant, Mr. Malik," the doctor stated, his expression grave. "And I need to warn you right now...there is an extreme shortage of viable donors at the moment due to the growing hepatitis C epidemic. Finding a suitable match for you in time is going to be extremely difficult."

His mother dissolved into heartbroken sobs as his father held her close, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. Zuri was staring at the doctor in abject horror, all the color drained from her face. 

"No...no, this can't be," she pleaded, her voice rising in panic. "There has to be something you can do, some way to get him a new liver before it's too late! You can't just let him die!"

"I assure you, we are going to do everything possible to try and find Mr. Malik a donor liver before complete hepatic failure occurs," the doctor said evenly. "But you all need to be prepared that...it may not happen in time. The situation is extremely grave."

A ringing silence swallowed his words as Zayn struggled to process this devastating new prognosis along with the amnesia bombshell. The anger, the bitterness, the injustice of it all burned through him like a raging wildfire.

"This is unbelievable," he bit out through clenched teeth, fists clenching in the thin hospital sheets. "I wake up from a coma with no memory, only to find out I'm dying of liver failure anyway? What kind of sick cosmic joke is this?"

The doctor's grim words seemed to echo endlessly in the tense silence that fell over the room. Zayn felt like he was trapped in some nightmarish netherworld, the walls closing in around him as the weight of his dire situation threatened to crush him utterly.

Dissociative amnesia...liver failure requiring transplant...shortage of donors...it was all too much, too devastating to process. How could his mind and body betray him so completely?

His mother was openly weeping in his father's arms, their anguished faces swimming in his blurred vision. And Zuri...brave, beautiful Zuri was staring at him with such naked vulnerability, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Zayn..." she began brokenly. "I know this is...beyond anything you could have imagined waking up to. But please, you have to believe that we're all going to do whatever it takes to get you through this. I'm not giving up on you."

Her quiet vow of determination snapped the tenuous thread Zayn had been clinging to. White-hot anger and fear rushed through his veins like lava as everything became crystallized in chilling focus.

"How can you say that?" he rasped, his body tense with restrained fury. "After everything the doctor just said? You heard him - there's basically no chance of me getting a new liver in time before the old one fails completely. I'm as good as dead, Zuri!"

"Don't you dare talk like that!" she cried fiercely, leaning forward in her chair until her face was mere inches from his. "Don't you give up on me, Zayn Malik, because I'm sure as hell not giving up on you!"

"Why?" he shouted hoarsely, all of his pent-up anguish and frustration erupting in a massive rush. "Why should you fight so hard for someone who doesn't even know who the hell you are anymore? Thanks to this bloody amnesia, you're just a stranger to me now!"

Zuri rocked back slightly at the bitterness lashing his tone, hurt flickering across her features. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a pained whisper. "You're right...to you, I'm nobody now. Just some woman who's been glued to your bedside around the clock, hoping against hope that you'll remember the love we shared, the life we built together over the past six years."

Six years...Zayn felt his heart clench painfully as the gravity of her statement slammed into him. Six years of history, memories, intimacies...of a love so profound it should have been ingrained into every molecule of his being. Yet thanks to his traitorous brain, it was all gone, erased like it never even existed.

"You think I wanted this?" he choked out, hot tears of anguish and rage burning in his eyes. "To wake up feeling like a complete stranger in my own body, surrounded by people I'm supposed to know and love but can't even place? It's my own personal hell, Zuri!"

"Then let me in!" she pleaded, rising from her chair to grip the metal bedrail with trembling hands. "Let me help you find your way back to me, to us! These memories don't have to stay buried if you'll just let me..."

"No." Zayn's harsh refusal cut her off like a knife. His jaw hardened, every muscle in his body tensed with rigid determination as he met her stricken gaze steadily. "I can't keep torturing myself trying to force something that isn't there anymore. Maybe it's better this way..."

"Better?" Zuri repeated faintly, blanching as if he'd physically struck her. "Zayn, what are you saying?"

He swallowed hard, bracing himself against the onslaught of protest he knew was coming as the words he'd been tormenting himself with finally spilled over.

"I'm saying...I want you to go, Zuri," he stated in a low, defeated tone. "Just go and don't come back. Not now, not after I get the transplant...not ever again."

"No!" The visceral cry ripped from her throat as Zuri jerked back violently, clutching her hands to her chest. "No, you don't mean that, Zayn! We can fight this, I know we..."

"Stop!" Zayn's roar obliterated her pleading instantly, his eyes blazing with fathomless torment. "Just stop, okay? I get that you think you're doing what's best for me, trying to get my memories back or whatever. But making yourself a constant reminder of what I'll never get back, torturing us both in the process? That's not helping me, Zuri...that's just selfish."

The sledgehammer weight of those final three words settled over the room in a thick, suffocating blanket. Zuri's mouth worked soundlessly, her eyes glistening with a fresh sheen of tears as she struggled to find the words to defend herself against such a brutal charge.

But Zayn pressed on relentlessly, already having opened a vein he couldn't stop bleeding.

"If I'm being honest? If this...if this liver thing doesn't work out?" He shook his head slowly, feeling the fight drain out of him as he sank back against the pillows in utter exhaustion. "I wouldn't want some ghost hanging around, waiting for me to magically remember a life I can't access anyway. I'd rather go into whatever's next without that emotional baggage weighing me down."

For several endless heartbeats, silence swallowed them whole in the wake of his quiet pronouncement. Then, with a harsh, guttural sob, Zuri stumbled back from the bed, shaking her head vehemently.

She laughed mirthlessly, swiping at the tears streaming down her cheeks with harsh, angry swipes of her fingers.

"So congratulations...you got your wish," she whispered, piercing him with one final haunted look before blindly turning on her heel and walking out of the room, leaving a cold, gaping void of silence and anguish in her wake.

As the door swung shut behind her with a hollow thud of finality, Zayn crumpled against the starched hospital linens, dissolving into gut-wrenching sobs of his own. He had handled everything so badly, lashing out cruelly at her when all she had wanted was to help guide him back toward the light.

But it was too late now. The damage had been done, and no matter what his tumultuous heart might desire...Zayn knew he had just let his soulmate walk out of his life forever.

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Third and final part

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[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

When the inevitable passing of Farasi's previous Grand King, Abraxas, occurred, the throne would soon be handed down to his only son. King Tabansi. This mighty zebra stands taller than any past royal and is often referred to as 'The Grand Moon' thanks to his powers involving the moon, stars and night. He does not smile often or express much emotion outside of a grim frown, which misleads others into believing he is a heartless ruler, but his heart and mind are devoted to his home and every creature that lives inside of it. He would do anything for them. Anything.

Ruling beside him is his darling wife, Queen Zuri. She is the Queen of the Mountain Zebras, the Keeper of Love, the Mistress of Potions and the Bringer of Peace. Unlike her husband, she is a very motherly figure and treats every one of her subjects like they were her own children. She can quell fights and tensions between any creature with her soothing auras and lullabies. She also has an abundant amount of knowledge on potions, to the surprise of many, and uses it to the best of her abilities. Zuri and Tabansi are polar opposites in both personality and appearance but both have endless care for one another and their home. They watch over Farasi alongside the Adaba Royal and the Kelpie Queen to keep their home safe and united.

They rule together proudly but their lives were sadly darkened moons ago after a tragic event that shook the royal family to its core, especially Tabansi who is still struggling with the loss...

AHAHAHA I ARISE FROM THE GRAVE TO GIVE ZEBRAS! I've been pretty dead on here, I know, but I recently drew this and I just had to share it. I also wanna quickly shout out @sukipershipper for not only getting me into MLP properly but inspiring me with her awesome fic to create my own MLP world. More stuff is to come but, for now, enjoy these two zebra royals :3

[oc-cafe]

No one killed the King.

It’s been three days, seven hours, nine minutes and exactly sixty nine seconds since Vea Amaris broke into our ballroom, collapsed on the floor and cried. In the past three days, seven hours, nine minutes, and exactly sixty nine, well seventy seconds since then, a lot has happened. My mother has decided to acknowledge herself as the queen until I breach eighteen. After that, I will be the ruler, and she an advisor.

Vea Amaris is now well enough to sit up straight, well partially. Their ministers�� have already received a letter, explaining where their acting ruler is, as their father’s whereabouts are unknown.  Eren left early yesterday morning, determined to find King Amom. 

There’s so  much to do. Father’s funeral has already been held. We had no body to bury so we buried his falchion, even though he never used it. He stuck to his daggers until the very end, but they were lost at sea along with his beloved bow and arrow, if only we had them. 

Grief weighs down every move in the castle, Zuri can no longer be seen sketching the horizon or taking one of her long walks on the beach, she’s shut herself in her wing and has allowed no one to see her. She’s even stopped taking her meals with mother and I! 

I wish I could fault her, blame her, but it would be hypocritical of me. If I could, I would  hide away in my room as well, but I have duties. I am expected to rule while my mother recovers from the shock, she is still queen but I am still the heir. I still have to lead my people, I still have to look after Vea, soothe our agitated allies before they turn on us, defend my kingdom and most importantly, find my father’s killer.

There aren’t any leads to follow, I haven’t been allowed near Vea, therefore I cannot question them about his death. There’s no ship to inspect, no bodies, no witnesses, nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. 

Nothing’s such a horrible word, there’s no point to it. It’s the only lie we accept. Every question in the world could be answered with those seven letters, but it’s never nothing, is it? There’s always something, or someone. 

This is basically a long winded way of saying, I’m sneaking into Vea’s hospital room to ask them questions about my father’s brutal murder. Yay! This will definitely not backfire, Amaris is… reasonable, for the lack of a better word. 

My shoes are off, and all that could give away my identity is hidden away in my room, where I’ve arranged a few cushions to pretend that I’m asleep in my room. The borrowed (read: stolen) servant’s gown is slightly uncomfortable but nondescript enough that no one will pay attention to me. 

Now. I have a royal to harass. 

-X-

I quietly make my way around the clinic, careful to stay on my guard, while Ababyomi may be out for now, she’s sure to return soon, and she knows every single nurse that works for her. The second she’s back, I’m screwed.  The other nurses mill about restlessly, currently the only patient in the castle is Vea. That makes my work a lot harder. I manage to disappear behind the curtain that separates my mark from me and my questions. Vea looks less pitiful today, the swelling around their eyes has gone down, making them look less racoonish. The blood that clung to their armour and skin that night, has been painstakingly cleaned, the only trace of their injuries are the stitches that line most of their body. 

They cock their head to the side, and sit up. Their smile is tired and their hands barely obey them when they lift it in a silent gesture. “You’re welcome here.” It’s small and silent, a mutual understanding. We’ve both lost our fathers and for tonight, there is to be no mention of the war, only a grim compromise. 

 I’ll tell you what you want to know, and you’ll tell me what I want to know. No ifs, no buts. 

“Good evening, Vea.” I drag a chair next to their bed, allowing my body to finally rest. For the past three days, I’ve done nothing but run around, and deal with agitated allies. A few moments of rest and relaxation was much needed.  “Daraja. I am truly sorry about your father, I wish I could have done more , helped him, somehow.” 

“You still can, help me find who killed him, Vea. Please.” I want to scream and cry but diplomacy helped us before, perhaps it can again. 

“I’ll  help however I can…. For a  price.” 

“A price?” “Nothing is ever free Princess.” They smile at me softly, their gaze carries no heat, a simple aura of cool intellect hidden by a weak exterior. 

“I’m aware, name your price.” “A walk around the palace?” Well. That was…surprising. 

“Uh. Sure.”  What could possibly go wrong?

  -X-

After a nerve wracking  escape from the clinic, we wander around in the gardens, there is not a single soul in sight. Only Vea and I. 

For a few moments neither of us speak, the only sound passing between us is that of their cane sounding against the cobblestones. 

“So.”  A brave attempt at breaking the tension, a failed one but brave nonetheless. 

“Right.” “I don’t know how to start.” A beat. 

“I’ll tell you exactly what happened and then you can decide what you want to do with me.”  Vea offers, their gaze turned away from me.  They don’t wait for an answer.

“We set sail almost immediately after the treaty was signed. He didn’t want to wait until dinner, he didn’t want to wait a second longer. All he could talk about were his girls, he talked about Zuri and The queen but mostly, he talked about you and how proud he was of you. He really loved you Daraja.” The weather is exceptionally warm, even my eyes are perspiring.  

“  I wish both of us could have made it home Daraja, I really do, but when those monsters took me…” 

“Monsters? Took you? Wha-” WHAT MONSTERS? LITERAL? FIGURATIVE? ELABORATE. 

“They didn’t tell you, did they?” Of couuuurse they did, I’m just pretending not to know. Read the garden Amaris. 

“I’m sorry, um I forgot that Aiga wasn’t aware of  the skelons.”  Skelons? What? 

“Skelons?”

“It’s a long story…” “I’ve got time.” 

A/N: Has this been beta read? Absolutely not no. Has this been posted after a billion years? Absolutely yes. 

I apologise for the incredibly long hiatus, I really didn't mean to do that. I’m really hoping y’all haven’t lost interest yet.

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[lionews]

"The main chat has always been unbearable but lately I'm noticing it's even WORSE. Whenever I peek in there, each time I swear there's some ridiculous drama/argument taking place. I didn't think it could get worse but here we are. I'm almost 99.9% percent sure that most of the users in main are underaged. Why did I bring this up? Just saw Grim Reaper #474886 basically bark at caseoh lover #277229 over killing a potato cub. "Letting it die is very cruel"....It's pixels and it's not your lion. Stfu."

Legit I don't even talk in there or offer advice or do tree drops because of how INSANE main chat is. I thought shittingwater/fridge/zuri were annoying in main but some of these new people I'm seeing really take the cake.

Genuinely the weirdest part is that as of late I've seen several people getting mad about killing/chasing lions, and like?? It's pixels- They're not even YOUR pixels they're someone else's pixels it ain't that deep.

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[pollitech]

lots of deaths in this one. doof went next

and then finally, cole. side note... does grim have to be so sultry when he reaps the souls of elders who died with plat aspiration. like... what is this.

the pharmacy went to tolliver instead of zuri for some reason. but she DID get $7,100

[cosmicsimsi]

a glimpse moment of how Amara met Zane for the first time

[itz-pandora]

So I know yr last post is in a completely different World/AU from your Grim AU, butttt, I could help myself. (I just wanna say, this doesn't happen in your AU, but was just a What If Grim AU Zuri and Misc. AU Shadow met thingie, idkI just wanted to show more G! Zuri, it's just a lil silly.) "Hey."

"I know how you feel. Maybe not exactly, but..."

"I'm not exactly fully Mobian either. But hey, you can't let it bring you down. Your here for a reason. And, organic or not, you are alive." "Remember that." Yippie Yippie Yay Yay- (@jasperthesir3n IM STEALING THIS SHADOW BEFORE YOU NYE HE HE-)

This is so sweet, Shadow would definitely be happy he's able to somewhat resonate with someone, even though he still seems himself to not be as alive because he's (at least to his knowledge) completely an android.

Also @jasperthesir3n tried to steal him before you sent this ask LOL, I just took so long to answer cuz I'm busy

[cravemoreaaaa]

brows    almost    furrow    at    the    reaction,    wondering    if    there    was    more    to    the    story    than    he    had    originally    known,    but    he    pushes    the    thought    away.    it    didn’t    matter    now,    jackson    was    gone,    along    with    any    remnants    of    their    old    connection.    if    she    had    some    ties    to    him    still,    that    wasn’t    a    burden    austin    needed    to    carry.    though,    there    was    a    twinge    in    his    chest    watching    the    sorrow    embed    itself    into    the    corners    of    her    irises.    he’s    so    in    thought    that’s    he    caught    off    guard    by    the    slash    of    the    blade    and    has    to    lean    against    the    black    marble    counter    to    breathe    out    the    burn    that    radiates    his    split    skin,    now    slick    with    blood.    dark    eyes    narrow    up    at    the    femme,    but    there’s    a    twinkle    of    delight.    homme    really    hadn’t    thought    she    had    it    in    her    [    !    ],    but    something    of    a    rush    ran    through    him    as    he    stared    at    the    crimson    tainted    blade.    “    attagirl,    that’s    it.    protect    yourself.    ”    a    grim    smile    pulls    into    place.    “    i    deserved    that,    didn’t    i,    zuri    ?    ”

digits   grip   the   handle   of   the   knife   even   harder   as   fem   listens   to   austin   mock   her   capability   .   he   was   right   ,   she   didn't   have   it   in   her   –––  not   usually   .   refused   to   harm   a   fly   on   a   regular   day   so   why   would   she   hurt   her   best   friend   ?   tonight   was   different   ,   zuri   had   just   found   out   that   that   same   best   friend   was   the   terror   that   had   been   haunting   their   town   for   months   ,   that   had   slaughtered   all   her   friends   in   cold   blood   .   anything   could   happen   .   as   homme   continues   to   mock   her   tears   ,   this   time   over   jackson   ,   zuri   parts   her   lips   –––  ready   to   explain   what   the   other   male   meant   to   her   ,   but   his   following   words   stopped   her   .   was   austin   not   aware   of   their   relationship   ?   jackson   was   supposed   to   talk   to   him   ,   knew   how   protective   austin   was   over   the   girl   .   he   was   supposed   to   ease   him   into   being   okay   with   the   pair   .   '   no   ,   nothing   .   it   doesn't   matter   .   '   brunette   mumbles   ,   wipes   tears   away   with   the   free   hand   .   eyes   begin   to   narrow   as   male   starts   talking   about   how   easy   it   became   to   kill   her   boyfriend   ,   zuri   had   never   been   so   enraged   in   her   entire   life   as   she   watches   him   step   closer   .   '   i   said   back   off   ,   austin   !   '   she   screams   ,   raising   the   knife   slightly   before   bringing   it   back   down   ,   ripping   through   the   air   and   slashing   the   entire   length   of   his   arm   .   a   gasp   leaves   her   lips   as   she   watches   the   blood   drip   onto   the   kitchen   floor   ,   tears   fall   even   quicker   while   apologising   profusely   .   '   i'm   sorry   ,   i   didn't   mean   to   –––  i   just   .   you're   scaring   me   ,   austin   .   '

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Headcanons of Ivan inviting everyone to a Hanami festival when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and going strawberry and peach picking right after? My city is having it soon in their cherry blossom garden and strawberry farms and starting up

Ahh, the nostalgia for the Kemonohito family. Valerie smiles fondly at the memories while Lona hides hers behind a drink.

Nadia is particularly excited since it’s also her second name.

They thank Ivan for the invite since it’s one few things that remind them of Japan.

They went all out with the food and snacks, thermoses filled with juice and water and a cooler filled with water and sake. Sake was fairly easy to make, the only hard part was Jack trying to sneak a drink.

Valerie warned them to drink in moderation, lest they want to be film for their behavior.

Seeing there’s also strawberry picking, they stopped by a small store selling wicker baskets.

When they got there, Jack and Dante were racing to get the alcohol, only to be stopped Joe.

Joe: Slow down dumbasses, remember that bottle is antique. *Referring to the sale bottle*

Once settled down, they enjoyed the food and took pictures.

Vera giggled as Jane placed the petals on her hair and blushed when she called her pretty.

Nadia smiled brightly as the petals, she glanced at her mom and caught her smiling at her.

Nadia: Yeah?

Valerie merely kissed her temple.

Valerie: Just remembering the day I found my wonderful daughter.

They exchanged the hug and Nadia took a selfie together.

Once they were done, Ivan lead them to the fields.

Zuri was having an amazing time picking them, she planned to get some seed so they can have their own strawberries.

Cece ate a few, but got pinched by Vince.

Grim also tried to eat but Malachite always managed to stop him.

Once the day was over, they thanked Ivan for the day, once home He and Dante began discussing a new fashion line based on the cherry blossoms and strawberries.

[bestfictionalhome-tourneygirl]

WELCOME TO THE

💕ANIMATED MAIN PROTAGONIST GIRL BATTLE💕

Or AMPGB

@amgpb-animatedgirlies because I did it wrong

These are the brackets!

Battle Lineups are listed below the cut. Round 1 will be starting soon! Keep it up girlies💕!

BRACKET 1

Ruby Rose (RWBY) VS Bloom (Winx Club)

Tulip Olsen (Infinity Train S1) VS Madeline (Madeline)

Princess Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Princess Unikitty (Unikitty!)

Juniper Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee) VS Blue (Blue’s Clues)

Molly McGee (The Ghost and Molly McGee) VS Angelina Jeanette Mouseling (Angelina Ballerina)

Bluey Christine Heeler (Bluey) VS Reggie (Twelve Forever)

Raven Queen (Ever After High) VS Tuca (Tuca and Bertie)

Bertie (Tuca and Bertie) VS Doc McStuffins (Doc McStuffins)

Maisy Mouse (Maisy Mouse) VS Eliza Thornberry (The Wild Thornberrys)

Maya (Maya and The Three) VS Carol (Carol and the End of The World)

Samantha Simpson (Totally Spies) VS Lunella Lafayette (Moon Girl and The Devil Dinosaur)

Princess Tiabeanie Mariabeanie de la Rochambeau Grunkwitz, AKA Bean (Disenchantment) VS Princess Rapunzel (Tangled: the Animated Series)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High Gen3) VS Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Hilda (Hilda) VS Cybersix (Cybersix)

Grace Monroe (Infinity Train S3) VS Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Adora (She-Ra and the Princess of Power) VS Draculaura (Monster High Gen2)

BRACKET 2

Jenny Wakeman, AKA XJ-9 (My Life as a Teenage Robot) VS Blossom (The Powerpuff Girls)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible) VS Iris, AKA Princess of Ephedia (LoliRock)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia) VS Barbie Roberts (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse)

Bee (Bee and Puppycat) VS Fionna (Fionna and Cake)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) VS Lake (Infinity Train S2)

Cleopatra (Cleopatra in Space) VS Zuri Love (Young Love)

Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake 2003 Series) VS Sabrina Spellman (Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Animated Series)

Princess Star Butterfly (Star Vs The Forces of Evil) VS Mandy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

Frankie Stein (Monster High Gen1) VS Harriet M. Welsch (Harriet the Spy)

Penny Proud (The Proud Family) VS Marinette Dupain-Cheng, AKA Ladybug (Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus) VS Will Vandoom (W.I.T.C.H.)

Ruby (Max and Ruby) VS Kipo (Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts)

Princess Sofia (Sofia the First) VS Avatar Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Miko Kubota (Glitch Techs) VS Jane (Jane and the Dragon)

Aja Tarron (3Below) VS Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego)

Sharon Spitz (Brace Face) VS ENA (ENA)

ANIME BRACKET

Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary Girl Utena) VS Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

Usagi Tsukino, AKA Sailor Moon (THe Adventures of Sailor Moon) VD Liena Vance (Queen’s Blade)

Ahiru (Princess Tutu) VS Amu Hinamori (Shugo Chara!)

Fuuko Izumo (Undead Unluck) VS Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Eva Wei, AKA Molly (Ōban Star-Racers) VS Mizu (Blue Eyed Samurai)

Lina Inverse (Slayers) VS Atsuko Karagi, AKA Akko (Little Witch Academia)

Akame ga Kill (Akame ga Kill!) VS Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Yona (Yona of the Dawn) VS Aino Megumi, AKA Cure Lovely (Happiness Charge Precure)

Keep it up girlies💕!