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“Please, let me tell the family first,” he says, but he is quickly ignored. Cameramen press buttons, journalists raise their microphones outside. Up on the balcony, a man with dark hair and a cruel smile begins to speak. He looks like a king, but no, that can’t be right...

After many months in the hospital, King Mufasa has died from his injuries. 

Except, he’s still alive, but only Minnie Mouse, Emilia the Enchantress, and Scar know that. As of now, it’s broadcasted all over the news that Mufasa has died. Since we spent a lot of time with the shock and grief of Simba’s death, don’t feel like you have to flood the dash with reactions to his death. But here are some prompt ideas to think about:

How does your character react to Scar taking over? Are they skeptical, or feel like everything will be alright?

Do they have any personal memories of Mufasa? Meeting him during diplomatic meetings, during his time off, or close family connections? 

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He’s running but he’s not moving.

He’s screaming but nobody hears him.

He can see it all unfold in front of him, his father smiling, the cameras flashing, a man in the crowd raising his arm...and he can’t do anything to stop it. He can’t even shut his eyes. He’s forced to watch, frozen in place, as fails to save his own father again.

He hears the pop, so loud it almost bursts his eardrums. He sees the splotch of red blooming from his father’s chest. He watches, helpless, as he topples over towards the ground. He tries so hard to just get his legs to move for god’s sake, his dad is dying and he’s not doing anything, but it’s no fucking use.

Slowly, the crowd turns until they’re staring at him. He realizes everyone he loves is there, and they’re all looking at him with disdain. His mother, Kiara, Merida, Nala, Ariel, all of his friends, and they all have pure hatred in their eyes.

He can hear his father on the ground, coughing and sputtering and wheezing for help and he’s fucking pushing himself just to take one step, please just one step but nothing happens besides him getting more and more frustrated until he lets out a desperate roar.

“Please, god, somebody help him, please. He’s dying, can’t you see? He’s dying! Why are you all just standing there, please!”

It’s no use, nobody moves, and suddenly all he can hear is a low, ominous chuckle. He looks up and sees his uncle standing over his father’s body, a deadly grin resting on his lips.

“Uncle Scar, please, just help him.” the words, pained, leave his lips in a desperate gasp.

Scar only continues to laugh.

“Oh Simba, can’t you see? I can’t do anything for him. The only person that could have saved him...was you.”

He falls to his knees, begging and swearing for his body to please just move I’ll do anything, please, but it doesn’t matter. He’s too late. He’s always too late. He raises his head, praying to the Kings for some sort of miracle, but notices only too late that the sky above him is completely dark. The stars, it seems, are dead too.

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Simba’s awakened by a pillow thrown at his face and for a moment he forgets where he is. He’s covered and sweat and his hands are shaking, but he tries to ignore it as he looks up at Kovu, who’s currently laying on the couch above him.

“Ow, dude, what the hell? I’m trying to sleep.”

“So was I, but you were fuckin’ yellin’.”

He’s glad that his face is obscured by the dark. “Heh, really? Must’a been dreaming of your ugly face.”

He can see Kovu’s outline roll over and hears him mutter under his breath, voice thick with sleep. “Yeah whatever, man. Just shut up and go back to sleep.”

She was Jane, she was sure of it. But the cat told her otherwise.

It called her Alice, in a clear hiss forced out between teeth clenched in a haunting grin, and it refused to give her directions.

She ran, or tried to, rounding corner after corner in a giant maze of playing cards but no matter where she went the cat followed. It was taunting her and laughing and god why wouldn’t it help her couldn’t it see that she was trapped?

Everything was beginning to blur together and, goodness, didn’t this look familiar? Hadn’t she already been here before? Was she going in circles or were the walls moving? She suspected the latter, which only sent the cat into a fresh stint of laughter.

“Stupid Alice, of course the walls move. They’re people, too, after all. What a selfish girl you are. Have you always been so inconsiderate of others?”

She looked up and noticed the faces. The horrible, awful, long faces twisted into permanent shallow grins. Had they been here all along, smiling down at her as she spiraled further and further into this maze? Had she not noticed them through her hysterical tears? God, how long had she been crying why couldn’t she feel the tears on her face even though they blurred her vision and what in god’s name was that horrible ticking sound? It seemed to be growing louder with every passing second and she could only hope it would be loud enough to drown out that damned cat.

“You’re late, Alice. Time is running out. You can’t expect people to wait around for you forever, you know.”

She tried her best to ignore him as she kept running. The ticking was getting louder and louder but so was the cat and she couldn’t even think because all she could hear was his stupid voice.

“What kind of an idiot can’t find her way out of a simple maze? Overland’s made you completely useless, hasn’t it, Alice?”

The walls were closing in now, she was sure of it. Everything was getting dark and it became more and more difficult to breathe with every passing second and the cat was just laughing at her. You’re stupid Alice, you’re stupid Alice, you’re stupid Alice, over and over again why didn’t he understand that she wasn’t Alice, she was Jane and all she wanted was to go home.

The cards began to fall on top of each other, pulling her down underneath them until she was lost in the dark sea above her. She could feel her breath getting shorter and shorter, she was suffocating, for goodness sake and all she could hear was that cat, his laughter pounding her eardrums. She opened her mouth to scream for help but choked on the darkness surrounding her.

“Stupid Alice, don’t you know better? You can never escape Wonderland.”

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Last night everyone in Disney was asleep in their beds, business as usual. But then, in the middle of the peaceful darkness, there were screams. From the high rises in the city, to the cottages in the Hundred Acre Wood, to the villages of Agrabah. It appears that instead of sweet dreams they all had horrific nightmares. It must have been some kind of spell, because everyone saw the one thing they wished to never see.  So, what is your character most afraid of? 

Prompt: Write a closed para about your character’s greatest fear at this point in the rp. Feel free to play with the style of the dream: is it straightforward, surrealist, a scatter of images that don’t make any sense? Are they able to wake up or do they stay trapped in the dream until morning? Also feel free to discuss the aftermath of their dreams with dashtalk, ic chats, other paras, etc. 

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Thursday, 2/26-Sunday, 3/1 

Prompt: Write about your character at Simba's funeral, or if they don't go, why they aren't there. These can be IC Chats, paras, and dashtalk. 

Here are some questions to consider while you rp:

While at the funeral is your character focusing on comforting others, or are they the ones who really need to be comforted?

What memories of Simba do they focus on? Are they good ones or bad ones?

What do they wish they could have told Simba while he was still alive?

How does your character grieve? Do they openly show their sadness or are they closed off? Are they angry or in denial? Why?

What do they think of the thousands of people showing up to remember the prince?

Who do they sit with and why?

If they say a few words about Simba, what are they? (Feel free to write it out in character)

Where do they go immediately after the funeral?

At 7:00 in the evening, all the TV channels stopped abruptly as a red banner flashed across the screen. The body of Prince Simba Kiburi, who had gone missing several weeks ago, was found in the Outlands. He was identified by Scar and Sarabi and will be laid to rest Wednesday.

Rumor has it that his face was mutilated almost beyond recognition and will be cremated.

Mufasa's condition has also worsened over the past few days, and officials are seriously doubting he'll pull through.

Scar is next in line for the throne.

Prompt:

React to Simba's death in any way you see fit! Also consider how your character will prepare for his funeral.

February will be here in just a few short hours, and in honor of Valentine's Day here are some graphic prompts!

Make a wedding graphic based on a pairing

Make a graphic portraying your pairing as any mythological figures

Minimalist graphics based on your pairing 

Make a graphic that shows your pairing texting

Make a graphic of your pairing in any historical AU

Thanks, and I'll try to be on soon!

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