* the lemur king *

king julien the xiii ❝ It's nothing personal, I'm just better than you. ❞

[lemurkj]

lighthecrted‌:

“Well, I’m telling you there’s nothing to tell, that’s all.” While the twerking definitely confused the brunet, it certainly wasn’t enough to scare him away. If he’d really lost his friend, he only wanted to try and help, that’s all! He seemed to be calming down at least, so that was good. Maybe they could work together to find his friend, if he’d arrived in Wonderland at all. If it was the same situation as his own friends, then as far as he knew he was the only one here. At least for now.

“Oh, you’re a king? That’s cool!” Sora said with a grin, arms moving to rest behind his head. “My name’s Sora. It’s nice to meet you, King Julien!”

          “you bet your clenching buttocks that i’m cool !” his arms flinging around the place as if attempting to prove his level of coolness. since arriving in wonderland king julien was left to fend for himself, he was thankful that his booty was able to feed and offer him a place to live, albeit not being luxury enough like his kingdom, it was still something to gloat.

“it is nice to meet you sora, the pleasure is yours. and uh... do you know where to start looking ? i have tried all morning before running into you, and in a panic my brainy parts told that you ate maurice and everyone i held dear. of course except for mort, you can eat that sewer rate, he is the least of my concerns.” king julien peering over his tail to look at the other, “by the way, commoner. did you come here alone ?”

[lemurkj]

lighthecrted‌:

Sora rubbed the back of his neck, a look of genuine confusion crossing his face. No sign of recognition at the name Maurice, other than he’d gathered that he must be his friend, right? How could he help him understand that he didn’t do anything?

“I’m telling you the truth, I promise. I swear on my own friends, that I’ve never met… or ate anyone named Maurice. But if you want to find him, I can try and help.”

He wanted to help. Maybe Maurice was somewhere around Wonderland and they’d just gotten separated? If he was more like his own friends and they hadn’t arrived in this new — at least new to him — version of Wonderland, this might be more complicated than he’d first thought… but first he just had to assure him that he hadn’t eaten his friend.

angrily crossing his arms as he dramatically looks away from the other, anger still very evident in his features. “very well, if you refuse to tell me then i must warn you of the deadly kingly powers i possess.” he progresses to move beside sora once again, this time violently twerking against the other’s backside, in hopes of making the other confused or scared enough to surrender himself, before stopping. 

“ok look buddy, i’ll believe you. but you try to eat me, or anything... i’ll have you know that i am not as tasty as i look. this booty may look appetising, but it is nothing and i repeat nothing compared to maurice. so if anything, you should definitely eat maurice. but only if you are given the choice to eat me or him, then  you would obviously have to choose him.” king julien nods. “do you understand? oh yea... what is your name? i am king julien the thirteenth of this...uhh... establishment!” 

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solisxdragon‌:

Violet eyes cast sideways at the incoming voice, her eyebrows raising when she was met with a little lemur instead of… well… a person. She wasn’t drunk enough for this. Hell, Yang hadn’t even had her first drink. But with the wonders of Wonderland, she had no reason to argue with what she was seeing. It would make for a funny story for her friends and family one day.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I knew all men were animals but I didn’t take this was literal,” she said with amusement, sarcasm hanging heavily in her voice. The bartenders wouldn’t even look at her now and she was parched. This sucked.

“Julien, hmm? And a king?” Her tongue clicked as she processed the scenario. “It’s gotta be one or another and I’m just not too keen on calling someone a king.” she said with a light chuckle. “Of course I know how to dance. Why else come to a club?”

     The blonde slid off her stool as she glanced down at the lemur. “Well, c’mon, Julien. Show me what you got.”

          his nose scrunching in distaste as she spoke, sarcasm evident in her words. she was rather humorous. “maybe it’s time you learn, sassy mcsass pants. king julien in the house y’all!” his booty dropping on the counter, twerking to the sky gods. he sure hoped frank the sky god was looking at the crazy booty action that was going on. perhaps this display of bootiliciousness was a guarantee ticket to a one way trip to the mansion of the skies. humming smoothly at the thought of it all. 

          his brows raise questionably, stopping his twerking for a moment. “then what are you doing here, why are you just sitting here?” kicking the glass before her off the counter, “get up there and evacuate that dance floor, y’all!” jumping from the bench to the dance floor that was checkered with numerous flashing lights, the rainbow heavens above sprinkling what seemed like magic dust onto the dancers below. dancing was what gave the king life. he lived to dance, and of course be king. duh.

[lemurkj]

Julien: Professor Theodore Library, inventor of the Library.

Kowalski: Nope, not one word of that is true.

[lemurkj]

lighthecrted‌:

This was unfortunately how he’d tended to meet a lot of people these days. Not that anything was wrong with that, but he should really pay more attention to where he was going or he could get himself hurt. He knew that. Would he start? Hard to say.

When he bumped into someone he blinked, about to apologize but the questions and accusations made him blink, a look of confusion crossing the Keyblade wielder’s face.

“Sorry! Guess I really wasn’t watching where I was…”

The sentence trailed off as he felt the other clinging onto him now. Rubbing the back of his head, not exactly sure what was going on, but he seemed to be missing his friend right? Were they in Wonderland too, or had they gotten separated like he had from his friends?

Sora knelt down to him then, smiling. “Uh well, I don’t know anyone named Maurice, but he seems to be your friend right? Maybe I can help you find him.”

          everything was happening all too fast, one second he was walking around thinking of all the things he could rub his booty all over and then the next, the nightmare that he currently had to live in became a recurring everyday life experience. and now, he was face to face with the person who ate maurice ! anger, still evident on his kingly features before releasing the other, jumping onto his feet, an exaggerated gasp immediately appearing onto his face, “ahh ! i can’t believe this ! first, you ate my best friend and royal advisor and now you claim you don’t know him ??? what kind of monster are you ??? poor victims who have fallen under the injustice of this person... may your names forever be remembered...”

          his hands coming together in a praying motion, his eyes closing for a moment. before opening widely. “ok, no but seriously. what did you do maurice ? i’ll dub you one of my royal knights, if you tell me the truth, you monster.”

[lemurkj]

solisxdragon:

     Clubs weren’t anything new to Yang before she came to Wonderland. She had always enjoyed the party, the fun, the excitement. But sometimes she was always there with a purpose intact and couldn’t actually have the fun of enjoying the scene (though that didn’t mean that the blonde still didn’t have fun).

     While there were some things that she was missing in her life (her friends, her home, her sister), she knew that she had to enjoy this new life that was given to her. Because honestly, this could have been much worst. So for now, she knew that she wanted to go to Ace of Clubs.

     She enjoyed the nightlife and the excitement that emanated from this spot. People were having fun, and she knew that she would too if she joined the action. 

     The blonde looked over the menu before sliding it aside as she tried to grab the attention of a bartender. “Hey, hey!” she called until she a pair of eyes finally turned on her. “I want the bartender’s choice. Surprise me!” she said, flashing a smile.

          “do i look like some sort of common loser to you?!” lemur hues glanced over at the incoming voice, a blonde settling amidst his sights before turning to her. little lemur feet approaching her, “you want the bartender’s choice? try asking the bartender, lady. i am the king, not a bartender!” king julien was a frequent at the ace of clubs, maybe because he was the dj and gogo dancer there. his booty stopped for nobody, not even for the bodacious blonde that referred to him as a common loser of a bartender. 

          the lemur king clears his voice momentarily before leaning over to the other, “say girl... do you uh... dance? you don’t look like a resident of this here place, maybe you got a move or two you can show me?” king julien was a keen learner, but a more so keen dancer. learning and dance together??? that was the kings jam of jams. just thinking about it made his lemur toes tingle with excitement. “oh and before you make some comment about how i am a freaky talking lemur, no i am not. i am the king, king julien and you may call king julien. it’s nice to meet you, the pleasure is yours.” 

[lemurkj]

          having just gotten out of the trance he called confusion, which was put on him when he was cursed to arrive in a place that was not merely fit enough for a king like himself. having the insatiable urge to just scream maurice ! this is your fault ! was almost so severe it was threatening his own health. 

          having pranced around town, looking at all the new things he could potential rub his booty all over and call his own. the king felt a sense of freedom, as if his youth years were lived through all wrong. in his kingly strides, he accidentally bumps into a stranger, a look of absolute disgust surfacing onto his features, perhaps too exaggerated it became a nuisance. a furry hand coming up to grab at his own shoulder, looking up at ( @lighthecrted ) with utter distrust. 

          “how dare you bump into the king ! i demand to know who this is, maurice !”

          before the realisation hit him, that maurice was not here, his best friend and royal advisor was... eaten... tears began to flow from his kingly eyes. a second later, his eyes widening, clinging onto the other.

          “what have you done to maurice, you monster ?!”

[lemurkj]

Julien: Maurice is mad at me, and I’m not sure why.

Skipper: Were you talking before he got upset?

Julien: Yes?

Skipper: That’s probably it.

[lemurkj]

lovelylumine:

      In all honesty, Lumine was rather shocked. Here before him was a monkey (lemur, more specifically) conducting his rear end in quite an unusual way. However, what caused the most apprehension from the metamorphic boy was the fact that the animal actually asked him to JOIN IN.

   “I, um…” 

   A moderately horrified voice trailed off. He had only made his way to the sunny beach for a relaxing swim, perhaps even a puppy nap in the sun, but certainly not this. Wide, kaleidoscopic eyes looked the lemur up and down, blinking rapidly as if expecting for it to all be some sort of heat-induced mirage. 

   “Who are you?”

          “ well, i am the king of course ! and what are you ? some sort of animal ? “

          a hand coming to rest onto his chest, eyes adjusting to show the prestigiousness that is the king of everything. inching closer to the other, a confused expression on his features, as if his eyebrows were trying to communicate the fact that this primitive being before him was not understanding his words. 

          “  is there something wrong with your eyes ? you might want to get it checked out before dropping booty to the floor. is it contagious ? it better not be, the king can not be sick, not today, not ever ! i have an off the hizzy dance party to throw ! “

          king julien continuing to twerk vigorously in front of the other, deciding that it was too difficult of a dance move for the other. thus, adjusting it to a more tasteful move, the stanky leg.

          “ come on, you gotsta’ be able to do this one ! “

[lemurkj]

DUG & KING JULIEN ( 002 )

@thealphadug

[lemurkj]

GORO AKECHI & KING JULIEN ( 001 )

@faux-detective

[incorrectpomquotes]

Skipper: (About Julien) He’s scared.

Kowalski: He’s not scared.

Private: With all due respect, sir… Julien has no feelings.

Kowalski: He once said the best comedy of all time was The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

[lemurkj]

faux-detective:

“So what’s this about criminals being afoot?”

          “ what’s with humans being surprised all the time ? lighten up, shake that booty ! “

[lemurslovethelemurladies]

[lemurkj]

          the king, having a hand perched up against his chin in deep criticism, however attempting to withhold anything too harsh from ( @lovelylumine ). a verbal ‘hmm’ leaving him before shaking him head, moving from his current stance to one of extreme, violent twerking beside the other. his hip gyrating with the occasional bumping into the other, a smirk tugging at his devilish looks. 

          “ this is what you call dancing, my friend ! you gots’ta grind that corn ! grind it, grind it ! “

          king julien had decided that the perfect location to show off his off the hizzy dance moves were by the ocean, where the rays hit his booty perfectly, reflecting against the day’s light, making his rump look extra flattering. after all, knowing your angles is what best makes a king a great king. 

         “ show me some booty action ! “

[lemurkj]

thealphadug:

Dug watched as the furry thing (that looked an awful lot like a squirrel) started turning around and bouncing up and down. He is not a squirrel- if he was a squirrel he would not be as funny, Dug decided. 

Dug began to pant as a laugh came out of his collar. “You move funny. Unlike the squirrels that you look like.” 

He watched curiously as he turned around. “I have not had a mango before.” He stuck his nose into the mangos, sniffing at them before grabbing one in his mouth. “Oh a king?” He had heard of kings before from the magic television box that his master owned. “Are you the king of this place?” 

He laid down, putting the mango between his paws as he started to gnaw on it. “This mango is very good indeed. Thank you so much. You will be my new friend.” 

          as the king heard the other make laughing noises from his collar, he bent down a hand rubbing at his chin, squinting at the other’s collar.

          “hmm... is this... thing you have around your neck, magic from the hairless apes? ahh... yes... it is rather fashionable, maybe i could get one too !”

          and not long after that, had the king been offended by being compared to a common squirrel. his jaw dropping to his feet, his features furrowing in absolute hurt.

          “how dare you compare me to a common loser like a squirrel ! i am the lemur king, and the king of everything else i can touch and see.”

          reaching out to touch the other.

          “see ? i am now your king ! and yes my dog friend, i am the king of everything, even this weird place i know nothing of.”

          his arm now around the other’s shoulder, leaning on him whilst his other hand continued to rub at his chin in deep thought.

          “maybe i could throw a righteous party right here...”

[thealphadug-deactivated20180620]

Dug wasn’t sure where he was- or really how he got there in the first place. He remembered chasing a squirrel- dumb squirrel- and then he fell down a hole. Now he was some place he had never been before. 

Determined to find his way back to his master, he started off in the direction of what looked like a town. As he got closer, he began picking up new smells and scents. Something smelled especially good, and he found himself trying to hunt down whatever it was. 

When he found the source of the smell, he plopped down in front of it, sitting and looking up at the person who was closest to it. 

A button on his collar lit up as he spoke. “Hi there. That sure does smell good. Do you have any that you might not want?”

[lemurkj]

          the king wasn’t exactly sure how this had happened, one minute he was out scoping for a new badonkalicious location for his party and the next he was transported here. however, he couldn’t blame anyone or anything for having wanting him all to themselves, it was quite unfair to deprive the other universes’ of the hotness that was king julien the thirteenth. and with his new found home that he had just been teleported to, he immediately made haste as to gather some sort of sustenance to provide him dinner for the upcoming night.

          a few mangoes wrapped up in a weaving basket he had whipped up earlier sat by his side as he admired his booty by a nearby puddle. upon hearing another person’s voice, or rather animal like himself, he turned a smile gracing at his features.

          “oh yes... yes,yes you are quite right my dog man. my booty does smell quite good doesn’t it?”

          king julien now twerking in front of the other before turning back to him.

          “oh... you meant the mangoes? yea buddy, take as many as you like. just not all of it, i am the king after all, the king can’t be dying of starvation or else i wouldn’t be able to do kingly king things.”