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HIATUS NOTICE

I really did not want to come to this, but I've been really fighting to keep Sarabi's muse alive lately, so I think it's best if I put her on hiatus for a while.

The hype around the Lion King soon disappeared and hints at my being a presumed whitewasher kept on going, so...yeah. I won't delete, but I don't know when I'm bringing her back.

But you can still find me over at Morgan's or on my newest blog for Odile from the Swan Lake story, and I'd be more than glad to rp with you on either of them! ♥

#which means that the giveaway is canceled too since it wasn't getting enough notes anyway #I'm sorry #don't hate me! ♥

kushandwizdom

#musings

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Shelter | therearenokings x untilmydyingroar

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Malcolm had gotten out of the orphanage early that morning. The feeling of being cramped and alone had overwhelmed him and he simply needed to get away. He had found himself gravitating toward the woods more often than not these days. There was a certain sense of freedom and familiarity within them that made him feel at home. He had only been wandering around for a short time when he noticed someone else wandering the area.

Out of habit, he quickly tried to hide himself behind a tree. He only realized it wasn’t working when he glanced over and the girl had managed to approach him. His heart practically jumped out of his chest. While he was used to the other kids playing games and trying to scare him, he hadn’t expected to be caught by an adult out in the woods this early in the morning.

It was clear just how startled he was by the look on his face and the awkward set of steps back he took. "I—Sorry, I — No, I’m not lost I was just…" There was a short sigh. "My name’s Malcolm. Who are you?"

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Despite the situation — how many times had she been worrying about all those weird people wandering around the woods, so close to her house? —, Ash couldn't help but smile. Something about the boy, about the way he had tried to hide right away, without even knowing wether she was an enemy or not, made him look familiar. Something about his gaze, his messed hair — he looked exactly like she had looked many years before, and all her friends at the orphanage like her. "I'm Ash", she introduced herself, stepping forward, tilting her head slightly to the right to take a better look at him. "Well then, if you're not lost, what on Earth are you doing in the woods this early?". Ash quirked an eyebrow at Malcolm, a clever smirk curving her lips, as she crossed her arms on her chest and leaned against a tree. Maybe he would've come up with the same excuses she used when she was his age. "You're gonna catch a cold", she pointed out, a look of disapproval on her face. Snow wasn't covering the whole town yet, but it was still rather cold in the woods, and she was so wrapped in wool and scarves that it was unthinkable, for her, to have anyone walk around in just a simple coat.

#therearenokings #storybrooke verse #thread: shelter #[don't worry about it #you take your time (: ]

shihlun

untilmydyingroar

RIP: Nelson Mandela (1918-2013)

#Madiba #forever

H E A D C A N O N : Although her family was lost thanks to the curse, Ash still has an incredibly strong maternal instinct; whenever there's a boy or a girl in danger, she doesn't hesitate to help them out. And even if they're not in danger, the urge to help them out is overwhelming — her house is full of kids band-aids, candies and toys, just to make sure she's prepared for every inconvenience.

#which means that if she found the lost boys she'd probably kidnap them all #headcanon

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Send My Muse a Text: TFLN and somewhat NSFW Edition Part One

[text] I can’t help but look at my sex life and acknowledge that this is not normal behavior.

[text] I would really appreciate it if you would stop texting my girlfriend.

[text] I’m a gentlemen, chivalry is what I do. I’ll open the door, pull out your chair, buy your drinks, I’ll even go down first, but when it comes to Mario Kart, I draw the line. I’m sorry but i just can’t let you beat me at Mario Kart.

[text] The ticket read “Found nude in a tree”

[text] My biography would be titled ‘Haunting Truths and Dick Jokes: A Tale of Love, Loss and Masturbation’

[text] I feel like cursing someone’s firstborn child right now. Like, I wanna Maleficent some bitch.

[text] That time we were having sex when you were super drunk, I kept yelling ‘Oh God’ and you said: “You’re going to need him after this.”

[text] Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.

[text] Frankly, since I met you I practically live in a constant state of readiness for sex.

[text] We’re the best kind of worst people.

[text] Jesus was obviously not given an itemized list of your sins before he died for them.

[text] My only options right now are herpes, gay or vanilla.

[text] I may not go down in history, but I will definitely go down on your little sister.

[text] Can we please take bets on how much therapy you’ll need in the future?

[text] You are possibly the most enthusiastic, likeable bad influence I’ve ever met.

[text] My life is a requiem composed in the key of ‘fuck’.

[text] Would you like to blur the lines between friendship and lesbianism tonight?

[text] If it makes you feel any better, karma just served me up a big dose of ‘fuck you’.

#meme

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So…wow. We’re really there? At more than one hundred people wanting to follow such a crappy blog? I honestly can’t believe it — what I can do, though, is thanking all of you and wishing you’ll stick around for a while. Just know that you’re all awesome and I love you very much, each and everyone of you. And this crappy giveaway, with a crappy graphic and crappy prizes, is just a way to show you how much.

enough with the crap! let's get to the rules!

• must be following me (DUH). • I don’t mind if you unfollow after (but I hope you will at least feel guilty about it if you do). • reblogs only. • you can reblog this as much as you want, just don’t spam your followers, uh? • giveaway ends in exactly three weeks, so on dec 26th, 00:00 GMT+1.

okay, but what about the prizes?

there will be a total of SIX FOLLOWERS, randomly extracted among the rebloggers. Specifically, there will be: One grand prize winner, receiving:

• a pack of 25 icons of their chosen fc. • a graphic edit of their chosen character/otp. • a drabble featuring their chosen characters/otp OR a starter in their chosen verse. • one graphic promo + description to be reblogged daily for a week. {example}

Two second prize winners will get:

• a pack of 25 icons of their chosen fc. • a drabble featuring their chosen characters/otp OR a starter in their chosen verse. • one screencap promo + description.

Three third prize winners will get:

• a pack of 25 icons of their chosen fc. • one screencap promo + description.

I think that’s all, for now — both me and the lion queen wish you the best luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

anon-loki

My RPing style is “I tried”

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#{ the queen }#so pretty it hurts #until my dying queue

So...wow. We're really there? At more than one hundred people wanting to follow such a crappy blog? I honestly can't believe it — what I can do, though, is thanking all of you and wishing you'll stick around for a while. Just know that you're all awesome and I love you very much, each and everyone of you. And this crappy giveaway, with a crappy graphic and crappy prizes, is just a way to show you how much.

enough with the crap! let's get to the rules!

• must be following me (DUH). • I don't mind if you unfollow after (but I hope you will at least feel guilty about it if you do). • reblogs only. • you can reblog this as much as you want, just don't spam your followers, uh? • giveaway ends in exactly three weeks, so on dec 26th, 00:00 GMT+1.

okay, but what about the prizes?

there will be a total of SIX FOLLOWERS, randomly extracted among the rebloggers. Specifically, there will be: One grand prize winner, receiving:

• a pack of 25 icons of their chosen fc. • a graphic edit of their chosen character/otp. • a drabble featuring their chosen characters/otp OR a starter in their chosen verse. • one graphic promo + description to be reblogged daily for a week. {example}

Two second prize winners will get:

• a pack of 25 icons of their chosen fc. • a drabble featuring their chosen characters/otp OR a starter in their chosen verse. • one screencap promo + description.

Three third prize winners will get:

• a pack of 25 icons of their chosen fc. • one screencap promo + description.

I think that's all, for now — both me and the lion queen wish you the best luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

#giveaway #SCREAMS AT THE FOLLOWERS

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Alright, mun’s starting to pass out so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, monkeys! Wuv you with the power of twu wuv ♥

#{ out of roars }

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#{ the queen }#sometimes she just misses her high school days

Shelter | therearenokings x untilmydyingroar

The woods, her little refuge from the world. She could stay days in her own house without ever reaching the city — the forest surrounding it was enough of a home as she could ever desire. Every morning, though, she did leave the house to go for a walk among those trees, camera hanging from her neck as she explored the paths, the musky corners, the fallen trees. It all felt like being little again, as if that was one giant, green playground. That morning she had woken up way earlier than her usual, and a strange, pale light had covered up the whole forest. It almost felt enchanted, magical; like it wasn’t just a forest, but it held deeper secrets hidden behind all those branches. Ash smiled to herself — what a silly thought to be having. Still, when she caught a glimpse of a silhouette sneaking behind a tree, for a moment her younger, naïve self thought she had just seen an elf, or some sort of magical creature. She took a look around, realizing she was alone — but just a few steps and there it was again, although this time she could see it was a person. “Hey!”, Ash yelled, quickly rushing towards the stranger. “Who are you? Are you lost?”.

#therearenokings #thread: shelter #storybrooke verse #I hope this is alright? (: