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— teague, beckham  \   BRUTALTEAGUE . 

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“that would’ve hurt my feelings if you weren’t right. do you wanna drink of not, kid?”

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    “ now who are you calling kid ? ”  simba asked more offended at that comment. his held truth apparently so simba wasn’t gonna fight it.  “ yeah i want a drink. that’s why i’m here. ”

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— shauku, kiara  \   NOTJUSTAPRINCESS-YOUKNOW  .

“what the fuck,” kiara replied flatly, shooting him a dead-eyed, vaguely offended glare. “what’d i ever do to you? i’m pretty sure this is your hoodie.” she gestured at said hoodie with all the disdain of a disgruntled cat who’d just been woken from a nap.

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   simba gave an amused smile and held his hands up in faux defense.  “ do you want a list ? ”  he teased setting his hands down.  “ it’s called teasing, kie. you’ve heard of it right ? ”  simba added with a small laugh.   “ so that’s where my shit went ! ”

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🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────     the reality of his uncle being in elias was finally sinking in. the shock that this life he had built for himself was now at risk of being destroyed shook simba to his core. the life he had before was gone. he had all but accepted that and tried to make peace with this new one he made. yet somewhere deep in his spirits simba knew that he wouldn’t be able to just walk away. karmic justice would prevail and simba would have the opportunity to take his place in the pride lands once again. it seemed now was the time where a boy became a man and simba was to finally earn back what was taken from him.

it had become easier to manage the emotions he was feeling. the fear, the anxiety and the doubt. they lingered but he could push through them now. they motivated rather than debilitated. there really was no use in pretending all was fine in their apartment. to the outside world, yes, everything was okay but here problem solving conspired. so when nala came through the door with a solution, simba sat up on the couch.  “ what do you got for me babe ? ”

closed starter for: @ofpriderocks​ location: simba and nala’s apartment

up until this point, any time nala spent monitoring the intranet that showcased activity of omita enterprise, it felt like a very thin layer of extra security. one she didn’t need to put much thought into lately with even the darkest corners of the servers operating business as usual. but just as she suspected ( read: feared ) with scar in town was that eventually she’d see elias, california shine bright on the activity map.

today was the day that rang true.

she called to simba as she entered their apartment with a spring in her step, laptop hitting the flat surface of the kitchen table as she opened it up to show him “ babe ! ” she called again as she opened up everything she just found. “ i figured out our next move ! ”

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— utonium, brynne     \     EVCRYTHINGNICE .

“ excuse me - who are you talking to like that ? ” brynne looked down at her outfit - layered, sure, but with purpose. maybe it was a different look than people were used to seeing from her, but a white homeless man ? she was so offended. “ i am nothing but kind to you. i make sure to tip extra - i even brought everyone cookies last week ! and you treat me like this ?! take it back ! ”

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    “   i   said   homeless   white   man   !   if   i’m   mistaken   you   are   not   white   and   you   don’t   identify   as   a   man.   ”      simba   told   brynne   already   going   through   every   single   possible   way   he   could   deescalate   the   situation.      “   it’s   true   you   are   my   best   customer.   grateful   for   you,   your   sisters   and   your   generosity.   i   would   never   say   anything   to   you.   ”      he   pointed   to   the   person   behind   her.      “   i’m   talkin’   about   him.   ”      he   said   before   holding   his   hands   up   in   faux   defense.      “   i   take   it   back.   ”

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🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   of   course   i’m   right.   i’m   always   right.   it’s   like   a   known   fact.   ”      simba   told   his   friend   as   he   sat   the   glass   he   had   been   handed   down   with   a   movement   as   if   said   had   had   offended   him.      “   this   is   your   worst   drink   to   date.   i’m   100%   convinced   you   just   poisoned   me.   ”   

status: open location: replier’s choice

“ I know what you’re thinking… and you’re totally right. don’t judge me. ”

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— ❛ open. ❜  

location: replier’s choice .

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────  “    you   look   like   every   white   homeless   man   I’ve   ever   seen.  ”   

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— seara, eric   \     OUTATSEARA   .

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eric sighed as she leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door. “it’s practically a castle im sure there is a bathroom somewhere else.” he said before getting annoyed and banging on the door. “you’d think they’d have common decency to smoke outside.” eric had never hot boxed so he wasn’t exactly sure why they couldn’t just do this outside and leave the bathroom for the other party goers. “maybe there is one for staff somewhere close?”

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   yeah   well   i’m   needing   to   find   this   bathroom   pronto.   this   place   could   afford   to   be   smaller.   like   why   are   the   rooms   all   spread   apart   ?   ”      simba   complained   a   slight   whine   in   his   tone.      “   pretty   sure   the   whole   place   is   no   smoking.   they   thought   they   were   being   slick   !   ”      he   yelled   to   the   person   on   the   other   side   of   the   door.   truly   fuck   them   whoever   they   were.      “   i   like   the   way   you   think   curly.   c’mon.   you’re   my   backup   now   for   this   staff   bathroom.   ”

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— ❛ open. ❜  

location: the restrooms .

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────       “   yo,   whoever’s   hotboxing   the   bathroom   better   hurry   up.   i’ve   had   to   piss   for   twenty   minutes   now.   ”      simba   groaned   as   he   leaned   against   the   wall.   with   how   fancy   the   place   was   you   think   they   could   afford   a   few   more   bathrooms.   he   was   desperate   at   this   point   for   some   place   to   go.      “   i   don’t   want   to   hear   shit   from   mickey   mouse   if   i   let   nature   flow   in   the   gardens   this   is   ridiculous   .   ”   

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☽ 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻 ☾

simba shauku

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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

                     saskia santucci.

as the only girl, saskia’s felt all her life she had to prove herself in some aspect. saskia is blunt and isn’t afraid to take charge. she’s a natural born leader and always makes sure shit around her gets done. she isn’t afraid to step on a few people to get what and where she wants. she’s not a mean person by any per se, intimidating of course, but from a young age she’s known you have to forge your own way - no one is going to do it for you or worse they’ll take it from you. like her brothers, she was trained to be a fighter. saskia is skilled in martial arts and isn’t afraid to take someone down twice her size. she knows zack is in line for the crown but she also knows her brother is going to need a right hand woman because while zack’s all brawn and she’s the brain to balance everything out. and davu ? well davu’s a clown but she loves him. still, saskia has dreams of her own. she’s not looking to rule a country really. there’s so much more to than just being the princess of pride rock. 

inspired by : calliope burns ( first kill ) , michelle ‘ mj ’ watson ( spiderman ) , kiara carrera ( outerbanks ) , selina kyle ( the batman ), max ( dark angel ) ,

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

birth name. saskia kiara santucci. nicknames. sas. date of birth.   august 25. age.    twenty-three gender.   cis female. pronouns.  she/her. species.   human powers.   n/a sexuality.  bisexual. place of birth.    the pride lands. current residence.   elias, california. occupation.    crowned princess of pride rock.

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

height. 5'10" hair colour/style. black. eye colour. brown. piercings.  ears, belly button and nose. tattoos. small santucci crest on her right wrist. notable markings.  n/a. glasses/contacts ?  n/a. faceclaim.  coco jones voiceclaim. coco jones ( X )

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

physical ailments.   none. allergies.   none. sleeping habits. will be in bed before ten she enjoys her sleep thanks. exercise habits. combat training and surfing. dominant hand.    right. drugs / smoke / alcohol ? no / no / yes.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

positive traits. strong willed, honest, of commanding presence negative traits.  sarcastic, ruthless, competitive likes. coffee shops, the beach, quiet places, winning, being right, alone time, museums dislikes.  people being too close to her, the history of her family, losing, being told what to do, being underestimated bad habits.  always sarcastic. it’s hard to tell when she’s genuine and easily annoyed.

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

mother.    nala omita. father.      simba santucci. siblings.   zack & davu santucci. pets.   cat named honeydew birth order.   youngest of three. significant other.  enemies to lovers tea with bryn arnadalr closest friends. rey hamato, her cousins, this could be you !

𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

zodiac sign. leo. mbti. ISTJ. temperament.  choleric hogwarts house.    slytherin. moral alignment.  lawful neutral.

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

languages spoken.   english, and a variety of other languages.  drive ?     yes. jump start a car ?      yes. change a flat tire ?     yes ride a bicycle ?     yes. swim ?    yes. play an instrument ?    yes. play chess ?   no. braid hair ?   yes. tie a tie ?          yes. pick a lock ?          yes. sew ?     yes.

compassion.         7/10.

empathy.         7/10.

creativity.          10/10.

mental flexibility.          10/10.

passion.         10/10.

luck.         9/10.

motivation.  10/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.         91010.

charisma.       5/10.

reflexes.          10/10.

willpower.          8/10.

stamina.          10/10.

physical strength.         9/10.

battle skill.          10/10.

initiative.     10/10.

restraint.          4/10.

strategy.      10/10.

team work.         8/10.

( pinterest, her tag, playlist. )

[ofpriderocks]

— mcqueen, lightning    \     FASTCRTHANFAST   .

“Ka-chow!” Monty almost fell over as he yelled it. He couldn’t remember the last time he said it. “Simba! Great name!” He grabbed the man’s shirt and dragged him along the sidewalk towards the general direction of taco truck. “It is the dark. I wonder where my phone went.” 

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ─────────── simba   clapped   his   hands   in   excitement.      “   let’s   fucking   go   !   ”      he   smiled,   proud   of   himself   that   he   got   the   ka-chow.      “   thanks,   man.   monty’s   neat   too.   ”      he   allowed   himself   to   be   dragged   by   the   other   man   and   laughed.      “   oh   bro   what   if   it’s   in   your   pocket   ?   ”

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— shauku, kiara  \   NOTJUSTAPRINCESS-YOUKNOW  .

🦁

kiara laughed, half-heartedly knocking away his hand from her hair. there was a point when it would’ve felt patronising, but that was before she thought it would never happen again. now having her hair messed up was, unfortunately, comforting once more. “wow. that really still works? you’re a total sucker, cuz. i’d never let kion get away with that shit.” mostly because he wouldn’t need to. kiara gave that kid enough as it was - hard not to, when she knew how bad it could feel to be completely uprooted the way he had. and when he did try to pull the sad eyes trick, it usually meant something had gone, or would go, wrong.

“is this gonna become a regular thing?” she added, less an afterthought than it seemed. regular things with simba were still something she was figuring out. because if i need to make room for a collection of carnival game plushies, i wanna know now. maybe they could keep me company in the lab.”

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   there   had   always   been   a   certain   fondness   that   simba   felt   for   kiara.   the   line   between   cousins   and   sister   was   often   blurred.   they   were   family   through   and   through   but   the   bond   they   had   forged   was   so   much   deeper   than   either   of   them   ever   realized   until   it   was   ripped   from   them.   there   was   absolutely   nothing   simba   wouldn’t   do   for   kiara.   it’s   why   he   was   here   trying   to   mend   what   had   been   broken.   “alright,   shut   up.   you   know   i   let   you   get   away   with   shit   all   the   time.   cool   older   cousin   perks.   damn,   condolences   kion.”   

“   what   ?   us   hanging   out.   I   mean   yeah,   if   you   want   it   to.   ”      simba   wanted   to.   he   knew   that   shifting   into   normality   wouldn’t   be   easy,   especially   so   now   that   simba   knew   that   scar   was   in   elias.   but   he   wanted   to   pretend   for   a   moment   that   everything   was   alright   before   he   ripped   the   rug   out   from   under   kiara.      “   yeah,   i’m   make   some   room.   you   need   little   assistants   or   whatever.   ”   

after   a   quick   round   simba   did   indeed   win   the   lion   plush   and   handed   it   to   kiara.   as   he   did   his   heart   string   tugged.   she   deserved   to   know.   the   more   he   pushed   it   off   the   more   danger   loomed   over   them.   a   sigh   escaped   his   lips.      “   look   kie,   before   we   continue   this   bonding   i   have   something   to   tell   you.   it   might   ruin   the   vibes   but   you   have   a   right   to   know.   ”

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— mcqueen, lightning    \     FASTCRTHANFAST   .

Monty was laughing too hard. He was a little more than tipsy. He’d settled into small life in a way but he missed the big city partying too. “95! That’s me. It’s nice to meet you too…uh…who are you?” Monty shrugged. “Let’s go. I don’t know what time it is.” 

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────       “   can   the   crowd   get   a   little   ka-chow   from   you   ?   ”      simba   teased   all   too   happy   now   that   there   was   alcohol   in   is   system.      “   simba   shauku.   pleasure   to   meet   ya.   ”      it   was   nice   not   to   be   recognized   for   once   in   his   life   and   live   in   a   land   of   normality.      “   uhhh   it’s   dark   !   that’s   all   i   know.   i’m   sensing   the   am.   ”

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🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   yeah,   i’m   fine.   ”      simba   was   far   from   fine   but   dumping   that   information   on   a   stranger   wasn’t   the   best   idea.   he   had   been   distracted   yet   on   edge   since   finding   out   his   uncle   was   in   elias.   simba   hadn’t   realized   he   had   dropped   the   coffees   he   had   in   his   hand   until   he   looked   at   the   mess   below   him.      “   guess   i   dropped   them   ?   ”

status: open setting: player’s choice

“ hey, uh -  are you okay ? what happened here ? ”

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— wilde, nick  \   NICKWILDEXX .

⍋*:･ﾟ

true love. it gave nick the same shiver in his bones he got when he was speaking to that guy in the park taking care of the kid. both of those things seemed to center around responsibility for another person and it wasn’t a natural perspective he could slip into. “ true love, huh ? like with hearts and everything ? ” he asked, curious but almost distant, as he gestured around simba like he was surrounded by tiny pink hearts. “ oh, jeez, now i’m gonna have to make sure i have good nails when it happens. marriage is hard work. ”

nick handed over the socks, giving simba one last judgmental once-over. “ i’m breaking up with you right now, i can’t do this. keep the ring. keep the crocs. — and, let me get this straight, you’re taking my socks but you’re not taking my shoes ? what am i, who are we ? i need to feed myself. ” he made the cash movement with his fingers, placing the shrike air force 1s in plain sight in front of simba.

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   yeah,   hearts   and   everything.   ”      had   you   asked   a   much   younger   simba   about   the   notion   of   love   he   would   have   stuck   his   tongue   out   at   you.   being   in   love   with   nala   on   top   of   that   he   would   say   you’re   pulling   his   leg.   nala   had   always   been   his   best   friend   and   nothing   more   until   that   wasn’t   the   case.   they   were   friends   first   which   allowed   them   to   build   a   sturdy   foundation   for   love   to   blossom.      “   if   you’re   gonna   be   posting   that   nice   ass   ring   i   get   you,   your   nails   better   be   done   !   ”

simba   couldn’t   help   but   laugh.      “   over   some   crocs   ?   damn,   who   knew   my   fashion   sense   would   lose   me   the   love   of   my   life.   ”      he   replied,   brow   raised.      “   those   socks   look   mad   comfy.   ”      he   said   as   he   took   out   his   wallet.      “   okay   so   how   much   for   the   shoes   and   socks   ?   ”

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— seara, eric   \     OUTATSEARA   .

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“not to myself… something like that though.” eric said with a chuckle, “and i won’t be having any little sailors for a long time, man. it’s hard enough to keep up with my dog.” he shrugged, maybe one day. he thought about it before what would his life look like in the future. he had a whole kingdom to take care of and it was hard to see raising a family at the same time. but just maybe after he found the right person. he shook his head with a laugh at the pleasantries. wondering if the other had to take etiquette courses as well. eric ran his fingers through his dark curls as they began on their new adventure, “so, how long have you been in elias?”

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   something   like   that   ?   where   are   you   from   exactly   ?   ”      he   asked.      “   that’s   fair.   i   can’t   even   think   about   having   kids   anytime   soon.   i’m   content   with   my   girlfriend   as   is.   like   life   ?   it’s   so   good,   bro.   so,   so   good.   a   dog!   that’s   sick.   ”      simba   never   really   had   pets   growing   up   so   the   idea   of   a   dog   was   one   that   made   his   eyes   light   up.   he   was   starting   to   sober   up   some   with   the   night   air   and   the   alcohol   making   it   way   through   his   system.   it   was   nice   to   have   company   on   beautiful   nights   like   this.      “   nine   years.   sometimes   it   doesn’t   feel   like   it’s   been   that   long   because   this   feels   like   home.   you   new   ?   ”