#simba tlk

Sarabi had noticed her son's anguish ever since the tragic event which took Mufasa. As her cub grew, he became more reserved. Broody. Reclusive. Aspects any growing teenager could inherit, of course — But Sarabi so scarcely saw the visions of her bright, bubbly boy she once knew.

"My son," She murmured as they walked together over the savannah, "You've hardly been eating lately."

"I'm not really hungry." Simba shrugged off.

Sarabi nodded to herself. Okay... She thought,

"Simba... All life on the planet must eventually reach its sunset. Sometimes, the cruelty of others brings the sunset closer than is comfortable, and it is no fault of-"

"Stop speaking in riddles, Mom," Simba snipped, clambering upon a fallen log to traverse its length as they walked. "Dad's gone. I know."

"But you fail to understand that it is not your fault," Sarabi's brows furrowed more sternly. "Your uncle's treachery cast a shadow on all of us. You cannot be blamed for that."

"I can," The young lion grumbled. "Even if the pride doesn't say it."

"You were a cub!" Sarabi exclaimed, her expression pleading. "On the cry of all the Great Queens of the Past, you were a child. No one blames you for what happened."

When Simba didn't reply, the mother softened into a more mournful demeanor, stopping in her tracks.

"...I blame myself." She admitted quietly.

Simba, too, paused. "What?" He asked, an ear twitching as he turned to look at his mother.

"I have blamed myself ever since that day, Simba!" Sarabi confessed. "Having Scar under my claws was not enough. I should have prevented this all before it could have occurred at all. A mother knows to keep eyes on her son. A queen knows to be careful of pride affairs. I knew what Scar was capable of... But I stayed quiet because I knew of the love Mufasa held for his brother."

Another bit of silence lapsed between them. Simba slowly sat down.

"We all wish to blame ourselves for the things we cannot change," Sarabi acknowledged, looking into the darkening skies of dusk. "But regardless of how I feel... It is not my fault. It is not your fault. It is not Mufasa's fault. The blame is solely on Scar. And history will remember this... But they are both gone now, and a new dawn will rise in the East. I will be there, and when it is my time to set, I will. But my paws will be here to guide you on your path."

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An AU I write with @blues-hub-blog! Simba turns back to the pride instead of running away, and Sarabi kills Scar when she hears of what he did. She leads the Pridelands, teaching Simba of how to lead.

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Okay, hear me out: I've been afraid to post these manips for a while out of fear of being accused of some disturbing IRL things. I know this is possibly my most WTF ship, but let me ask you: Have you ever shipped something solely based on characters' personalities and how well you think they mesh together?

I hope I’m explaining this well. I’m just attracted to what their emotional, spiritual, and intellectual chemistry would be like. I like the idea of Jasmine and Simba confiding, comforting, cuddling, and just being companions for each other—not in a pet-and-owner way, but as close friends. It would be insulting to call Simba a pet. They love each other, yes, but not sexually, just romantically. Think of it as something like a platonic romance. Plus, they kinda remind me of Kenai and Nita from Brother Bear 2. And yes, I ship them because of the Whole New Underworld event from Disney Mirrorverse. 😳👉👈

I was inspired by the legends of animal bridegrooms from fairy tales, where humans and animals form deep bonds. I was also inspired by the fairy tale “The Singing, Springing Lark.” The Singing, Springing Lark is this fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm about a man who promises his daughter a singing, springing lark, but to get it, he must promise her to a lion. The lion is an enchanted prince, and she eventually falls in love with him. After many trials and magical adventures, she breaks the curse, and they live happily ever after.

I like to think of them as soulmates, each completing the other in a way that's almost mystical. Just like the Daemons from The Golden Compass, their connection goes beyond the physical, diving deep into the realm of the spiritual. They'd understand and support each other like no one else could.

I was actually inspired by this manip piece called Daemons by Boxjelly1.

This ship is based solely on FICTIONAL fairytale whimsy, so I don't want to see the words b3stiality or z00philia commented on this post, please, because those are real sexual disorders that I do NOT in any way support.

Ship names: Jasimba, Simsmine, and RoaringJewel.

A Tale of Two Brothers

First picture Is a redraw of Matu, second is simba. And if it's not clicking yet, Matu is the bastard son of sarafina and mufasa in this au ;)

Uncolored sketches and details under the cut