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VIVA LA VIDA // [ ALTERNATIVELY ]

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave the wordNow in the morning I sleep aloneSweep the streets I used to ownI used to roll the diceFeel the fear in my enemy’s eyesListened as the crowd would sing,“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”One minute I held the keyNext the walls were closed on meAnd I discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

[l-o-n-g-live-the-king]

C O N T I N U I N G    from    h e r e  ;;

It’s not in any way professional or dignified but even the Mayor of Zootopia could reach his limit.

Hours of sleep cast aside to focus on work and managing the large city Lionheart pushed himself past exhaustion. He struggled to keep his eyes open and dozed off at the worst of times like when in the presence of Scar, who he just happens to sit next to.

There’s supposed to be listening to someone else’s speech but the words are muddled and confused to the lion’s tired brain. He quickly gives up on paying attention. Without realizing it Lionheart’s eyes fall shut and as he starts to drift he leans against Scar’s side. Before the Mayor can worry about apologizing he’s gone.

Head on the smaller lion’s shoulder and paw pressed against his mouth to stifle his snores the Mayor catches some much needed rest.

It was common knowledge to any lion that felines needed to sleep up to sixteen hours of the day. It was also common knowledge that doing so when one is the Mayor of a terribly active metropolis can easily be disastrous -- for the lion of course, never the city. This, among other things, had Scar surprisingly without sass as the weight of the golden creature fell upon him as if it were his duty to ensure the feline slept as soundly as possible. 

Even so, Scar could hardly suppress the wry twist of his features that were so common whenever the lion’s thoughts were rumbling about. 

What a surprise, Scar lilted within his mind. Seeing such flaws within a ruling body. Braveheart is right. To show such vulnerability at a time like this...the lion clucked his tongue patronizingly against his teeth. 

And yet...some part of the other’s behavior was (to just a small part of himself, Scar countered) quite endearing. It had been some time since the warmth of another’s fur crossed pelts with his own, and as much as Scar loved being cantankerous and alone...it was nice. 

Scar lifted a paw and rested it just below the other lion’s half-moon of an ear.

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Among those few that the scientist had befriended along his journey, it was no secret that Stanford Pines was anything but an easy sleeper. There were nights when the man couldn’t fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning, and there were nights he didn’t rest at all. It’d been a bad habit of his that he’d developed in college and had only gotten worse with the years. There were a few things that helped, though. Exhausting himself during the day usually lead to a few hours of rest, but if he found himself near someone he trusted, he could sleep through most of the night. 

It just wasn’t often that Stanford would sleep in an actual bed. 

It had happened somewhat suddenly from Stanford’s point of view. At first, he was just sitting on the sofa with his feline friend, watching the evening news. They were running some report on agriculture and while the man was still interested in learning everything he could about the world he found himself in, he couldn’t help but find himself bored with it. He yawned and lifted his glasses to rub his eyes, adjusting his legs to get more comfortable as he leaned over to slouch against Lionheart. It was a warm and cozy spot and soon enough, Stanford was fast asleep. He snored softly, his hands tucked across his stomach and his glasses slightly askew on his face. It was an awkward position, but not one he was moving from anytime soon. 

[lovelymayor]

Dream

Meme | Accepting

Dream:Three wishes they have.

1. “I wish predators and prey were truly equal in our society.”

2. I wish... she knew I loved her. That’s all. I would never wish to make her love me back.

3. I would never be so foolish as to wish for hybrids like me to be accepted... would I?

[notatokenbunny-blog]

Notatokenbunny’s list of follow forever’s part 3!

We’re getting there, you guys. Thank you for being so patient with me in making these, I imagine the dashboard isn’t looking so fun with all these cluttering them. So, to continue, this is a list of people I appreciate and love the heck out of, whether we interact or not.  If I don’t put your name, it may be in a later list, or I could have missed it in my list of follows.

@wilde-timez  Another super nice super fun Nick blog that I love to see on my dash. You’re cool, and I appreciate what you’re doing. Keep doing you.

@fireballsandsmokechains  ANOTHER blog that serves as an inspiration for me. You’re really good, and I love seeing you come up on my dash. Seriously. I think you liked one of my posts once and I got giddy. Thank you for being you.

@well-dressed-wolf  You already know I freaking love your blog, and I love love love your character, even if he tried to eat Judy. Which I still need to reply to. Baaah. Bad me. Either way, this is about you. And how much you rock. You’re a really quality Zootopia OC and I’m so happy to just watch you be awesome. I’m lucky we’ve gotten to interact, otherwise you’d be listed under the other blogs that I love but never interacted with. 

@donutloveingcheetah   You’re an awesome rper and I freaking love your stuff, okay? Okay. You’re the bee’s knees, yo. Keep rocking on hard.

@ferociouspride High-key I love your Lionheart and we crush over him a little. Like he’s an angry handsome ball of fur and we think he’s super awesome. Pleeease interact with us more, cause we think you’re cool stuff.

@dynamicuno Another person I think is super cool, does an amazing job with their character, but I don’t interact with. Hopefully you see this and aren’t too bothered with it. I think you’re awesome. Thank you for being you.

@rikaxi  You come off as a really funny and kind person. Some of your OOC interaction stuff is genuinely pretty cute, and I think your whole blog is great. I haven’t been following you for too long, but I’m really glad I did choose to follow you.

[lovelymayor]

48

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

Mayor Canidae changes her gestures depending on whom she is with. Brute force is not her weapon of choice, especially given the ostensibly civilized nature of Zootopia and her rather unathletic frame. With those from whom she wants something, she is very graceful, controlled. She will speak with whatever body language she has to in order to put her conversational opponent off guard, draw them in, or persuade them.

With those she already knows she has power over, she is forceful, broad, and bombastic - closer to her true personality, or is that all just an act as well?

If you’ve threaded with me and are reading this, now’s your chance to think back on how she moved around your character - she was likely trying to accomplish something.

[lovelymayor]

“slurred words"

“Mmph... Hold on, hold on... -urk- okay okay I’m ffffiiiine. Oh, Leodore? He’s a kitten! I’ve nnnnneever seen a more... oof, hanshum lyin’... I wanna run my paw throughis mane... Ooooh! I wan’ him to run his paw through my mane! Whaddya mean I don’t have a mane?”

[notatokenbunny-blog]

“slurred words”

“That old mayor was such a jerk, ya know!” Judy said, before hiccuping. “He locked up all the poor aminals….animals. But truth..ly….I think he’s kinda hot…” She said before nervously giggling.