#kovu blackwell

[swynlake-spill]

Who's the biggest player: Flynn Rider or Kovu Blackwell?

First:  this is a sex positive blog and this is a sex positive post; u HAVE safe and consensual sexual encounters boys1!1!1!!! as many as u want!! 

Now: 

this depends on the various definitions of “player” and whether flynn rider and kovu blackwell fit those definitions. i mean just think of the various categories right? there’s the fuckboy, there’s the manslut, and for the cultured out there-- the infamous Don Juan

I would say that Kovu Blackwell is indeed the infamous Don Juan, which is several steps above the fuckboy, manslut, or player.  See, a Don Juan is not only a person who seduces MANY MANY sexual conquests-- he satisfies them (sexually). also, he’s normally loaded...in more ways than one. 

Flynn though...it is hard to say with my limited data. On one hand, his hook up with Rose has major manslut vibes (complimentary), which is different than fuckboi (derogatory) bc they do not lead ppl on. But on the OTHER hand, he’s got a list as long as Kovu’s, but none of the money. 🤔

what do YOU think? Flynn a manslut, fuckboy, or regular ol player? 

#flynn rider #kovu blackwell #daily spill #Anonymous

[nuka-blackwell]

The Lyons Blackwells

But I set fire to the rain Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried

@kovu-blackwell @zira-blackwell @vitani-blackwell

#kovu blackwell #zira blackwell #vitani blackwell

[zira-blackwell]

the only secret people keep is immortality ; [zowl]

@oh-heartlessman

Someone was on to them.

No, Zira did not actually think that Dipper and Eilonwy had much to do with it, which was why they were still alive. They must have been compelled or spelled or some such. By themselves, they never would have figured out that Zira had the grimoire in her possession. She was furious with Kovu, as he was the one had brought it to her. Something had gone wrong and now their entire mission was hanging in the balance.

Normally, Zira did not like dealing with sorcerers. Not because she was against working with others, oh no. Zira knew to cast her net wide and pull in as many allies, witting or unwitting, to assist in her plans. She was not so proud as to refuse help when offered. Sorcerers were the proud ones. They were proud and powerful and that made them dangerous. Volatile.

However, they were also useful and there were certain things that she could not do without their help.

Like a charm to conceal her family’s magic. It was an important step to take. Especially considering Zira knew that Arthur knew that something was off about her. There would be no explaining her being here otherwise. He was not a stupid man. Which meant it would not belong before he found out. And Zira could not have him discovering her weaknesses.

After careful consideration of the sorcerers at her disposal, Zira found herself in front of Howl’s door. She recalled the rumors of years past, where Howl had broken dark curses (and everyone knew the only way to break a dark curse was with more darkness) and how he had been friends with the dragon sorceress who had lived in these parts. A shame she wasn’t around, Zira would much more willingly deal with her.

She knocked sharply and when the door opened, her smile was sparkling.

“Good evening, Master Pendragon.” The name made her want to roll her eyes or choke on her tongue, but she kept a smile on her face. “My name is Zira Blackwell and I would like to enlist your services, if you would be so kind.”

#bdrphowl #zowl #the only secret people keep is immortality #emily dickinson coming in CLUTCH with this title #thanks bae #excited for this

[charmed-henry]

A Cup of Good Cheer | Drop Dead Prince

Exams were still weeks away, the party had been a complete success, Augusta was coming to visit at the end of the week, and Henry felt on top of the world. He had more than survived the semester, he had thrived, and while Henry wasn’t exactly doing the best at staying on top of his mission, it seemed that whatever Unseelie problem Swynlake was having had subsided. Henry had been reasonably vigilant and hadn’t noticed any serious problems, so he thought that warranted celebrating.

So he had texted both Miguel and Kovu and invited them to meet him at Pixies for a celebratory end-of-semester drink before everyone went home for break. After the election gala and the dorm gathering, Henry was starting to think Kovu really was the life of the party, and since they were both friends with Miguel, they all got on quite well. So Henry was looking forward to tonight.

“I’ll get the first round, what does everyone want?” Henry asked once they had found a table, grinning proudly.

@kovu-blackwell​ @remember-miguel​

#whoever wants to go first go for it! #a cup of good cheer #kovu #miguel #drop dead prince

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

The Lyons Saga: Episode III: The Mandalorian Menace

@kovu-blackwell, @curiousxrr, @lou-bonfightme

When Kovu had come to him on the heels of his rejection from the Council with a mission on his lips, Simba had felt uneasy. It was hard to say why. A mission was the perfect thing to get the young Jedi’s mind off the defeat he felt at what had been told to him in the council meeting. 

And still, Simba worried. He worried as he arranged for a ship and sent for Toulouse and Alice o accompany them. They would need back up, he had told a put out Kovu. They had no idea what they were about to walk into. As they were preparing, the Senate received notice of an unregistered ship dropping out of hyperspace near Hoth. It was as good a place to start as any, so they all dressed warmly and piled into the cruiser and Simba set the coordinates for Hoth. The ship jumped easily into lightspeed and as they cruised smoothly through the stars, Simba swiveled his chair to face the rest of his team.

“Now, we know there were at least two Mandalorians that kidnapped the queen, however we could be falling into a trap of more of them. Or, they were clearly hired by someone powerful and wealthy, so there could be any number of things that await us.” 

“We should stay together and stay alert when we arrive,” Toulouse nodded in confirmation. “There is a possibility that they’ll be waiting for us.”

“Though, we can hope that we have the element of surprise on our side, eh?” 

“Undoubtedly,” Toulouse deadpanned.

#bdrpkovu #bdrpalice #bdrptoulouse #slice #kimba #touba #the lyons saga #YES it is still going #do not question us

[mighty-mitte]

Mitte didn’t get gifts often. Technically she hadn’t even gotten one now, because this borderline tacky necklace- which she only believed was real because the Blackwells were rich as all get out- was for Max. Though why Kovu would bother to gift her something like this when he knew she lived out of a tree and would likely sell it to make ends meet- she wouldn’t, even if she never wore it this thing was going to sit in the zipped pocket of her backpack along with two rocks and an engagement ring- was a mystery to her. Kovu Blackwell wanted something from Max, but she hadn’t the faintest idea what.

This was annoying, because normally Mitte was very good at figuring out what people wanted from her, and using that information to get what she wanted from them. He’d addressed the gift to his favorite Ewok. Which was a joke, obviously, but Mitte wasn’t sure she’d ever been anyone’s favorite anything even for comedic purpose. 

The best thing to do in this situation was just ask him what the deal was. That was what Max would do anyway, she was a cut the bullshit kind of girl. Finding the Blackwell residence wasn’t hard- really they should learn to be less ostentatious, she thought- and of course despite it being a ‘gated’ community Mitte didn’t have much trouble getting in.

It was a stroke of luck that Kovu was the one to answer the door- or maybe it wasn’t and he’d like, smelled her or something. Mitte pulled the necklace out from her back pocket, dangling it from a finger with one eyebrow raised. “Really?” She shook her head, “I mean, I know you don’t know me, but... You know I’m gonna sell it, right?”

@kovu-blackwell

[sayboogibbs]

Darkness Isn’t My Best Friend

Boo was running an fast , she wasn’t sure which ally way she had turned down but she stopped to catch her breath after accidently running into a demon unprepared which was rare for her. But she hadn’t know one would come so close to town near her new favorite ice cream, place so she panicked and had run off down into the ally way behind the place. “ Of all the days I forget my knife and some holy water” She said before hearing scraping noises and she took off running again , not knowing where exactly she was going. 

After crossing a couple of streets, and going down multiple ally ways she finally stopped again taking a second to evaluate the situation. Thankfully it seemed like the demon had stopped following her which she was glad for, but she realized in the process she had cut her arm which was just great. Realizing she Jumping a bit as she heard a sound from the front of the ally-way she , backed up and slipped on a rusty can landing flat on her butt. “ Fuck me, god could this day get any worse?” She said knowing there wasn’t probably going to be a response to her question. 

@kovu-blackwell​

#bdrp:Kovu #I hope this is okay #if it's not just let me know

[among-the-lostboys]

Function 11: Hero’s Departure || Adventure Cuz

Summary: Jane catches John with an ancient sword. 

@lost-girl-at-sea​

JANE

After some lingering last minute excuses and term papers graded (Jane hoped to never have to deal with having Vanessa Doofenshmirtz or Kovu Blackwell in a class ever again), Jane had finally finished all the work she needed to before break. She had a few days of freedom before she begrudgingly trekked to Portsmouth for Christmas Eve (she was doing it for Danny, she reminded herself, doing it for Danny), and she was going to kick start it all with a nice mug of tea and a good poetry book she’d been saving for a quiet moment.

It was mid-afternoon, though because it was the winter solstice, the sun was already low in the sky. Jane didn’t care much for days-old snow piling up on Main Street or for the tinsel-covered stores with their twinkling lights. Still, though — the students running through the park and pelting each other with snowballs brought a little smile to her face. 

She reached her flat, undoing her scarf as she pushed open the door, ready to just flop on the couch —

“What the hell?”

Her cousin stood in the living room, carrying a bloody sword. (What was it with people randomly having swords these days?!)

“Uh… did you join up with a historical reenactment group I was not aware of?” asked Jane, taking off her coat. 

JOHN:

Hell, he’d forgotten about Jane. 

Normally, this would not be a problem. He and Jane were not the sort of cousins who provided each other schedules for their various whereabouts and extracurriculars. They both knew better than to bring anyone back here, and so if Jane did not come home one night, John did not question it, only sent a text the next day, at some point, with an innocuous question to confirm that his cousin was indeed still alive. 

However, maybe he should have asked when Jane was coming home so he wouldn’t be caught with a sword in one hand. Or maybe he should have wrapped the bloody thing up in his room instead of out here in the living room.

But he hadn’t been thinking. The sun was going to set soon. 

And so here she was. Jane. John glanced toward the sword and his mind wiped itself blank. For years, he’d buried himself in lies but now he could not think of a single one. 

“Something like that,” he said then, because, well, at least she had given him one. Whether or not she believed him--

He put the sword back on top of the coffee table and went back to wrapping it up in the spare coat. “I’m ah, actually just heading out,” he said. “I’ll be back later.” 

JANE

At that, she laughed, undoing her scarf. She’d not been serious in the slightest and she hadn’t thought John would be serious at all. She figured she’d put on that kettle she wanted to and he’d tell her about how some eccentric professor gave him a sword to hold onto or how he confiscated it from Phillip Knightley or something absurd and they’d laugh and complain about holiday plans —

But Jane turned around to find John wrapping up the sword. He looked… off. Jane couldn’t quite place it except there was a look in John’s eye that reminded her more of her own, really. If he had joined a historical reenactment group, it was a damn serious one. 

“John,” said Jane, stepping over to the kitchen. She didn’t want to interrogate him, but at the same time, she had a damning gut feeling that something was wrong. Now Jane had enough of a head on her to pause and assess most gut feelings, but she had enough of a gut not to ignore them. 

She kept her voice light now, reaching for a bag of chocolate she’d picked up at the market and unwrapping one. “What is going on? I can't believe you haven’t invited me to swing a sword around.”

JOHN:

Now that he wasn’t looking at Jane, it was easier to think of lies. They came to him one after another, like dominoes falling into place. But he felt guilty for them in a way he normally didn’t. This guilt was misplaced and it was also inconvenient. What did it matter? This was not Jane’s business. Finding Faery had never been anyone’s business but John’s own; he’d discovered that very young, when no one, not even his own parents, had believed him. 

In a few hours, it wouldn’t matter. If everything went according to plan, then he'd be back with Wendy and he’d explain it then. 

And if things didn’t go according to plan-- 

John did not bother to think farther on that sentence. There were too many ways that this could fail; to expect them would be to invite those failures closer. Tonight, he needed to be less like himself and more… he needed to be brave and rash and confident. Like Jane, actually. And like Wendy. 

So he looked up. “Well I would if I were allowed to swing the sword but it’s a historical artifact, not a toy.” He raised his eyebrows at her in that older cousin way. He tucked the sword underneath his arm. “I was using it for my thesis,” he explained. “There’s writing on the handle but-- well, I’ve got to return it to the school before it all closes down for the holidays. So, no swordfighting tonight, I’m afraid.” 

JANE:

For a moment, Jane thought about making a joke about it all — how it was disappointing that there was a very lovely, very real sword in front of her that neither of them would wield. There was, in that moment, nothing about John’s explanation that gave her a pause at all, because, well, who was she to doubt him? 

She popped the chocolate in her mouth, leaning a bit on the counter, and glanced at John again. And well, beneath that dismissive little eyebrow raise — a familiar expression that rarely registered with Jane these days (though it certainly did bug her as a child) — there was something about his face that still felt off to her. She couldn’t quite place it. She should dismiss it, really, for it was an illogical feeling that crept up on her. But it lingered. Why would it linger? 

Jane pushed it down. She had to ignore this silliness. Perhaps it was just some lingering dread of her own about the holidays, perhaps because she’d just spent hours telling students that no, she was not going to grant them extra credit, perhaps she just needed to make a silly joke and shake it off.

Yes, of course that was it. 

She was being silly. 

“Fair enough,” she said as she tossed out the wrapper, moving to get the kettle. “If you were actually going on some epic, sword fighting quest, you should at least ask me to come as back-up. A lone hero is such a cliche. Plus I throw a better punch.” An eyebrow raise of her own here.

JOHN:

There was a weight in the room, an invisible weight, gathering the way that storm clouds gathered. John knew the weight well. He felt it roll in when he and Jane approached topics they knew never to talk about. Like John’s father, or Jane’s magic, or their love lives (or lack of love lives)-- things that felt fragile, as if to speak of them would give those things power. 

More and more lately, John almost broke those walls. And right now-- he thought about it again.

There was a version of this where John told Jane the truth and she believed him and she told him to hold on while she grabbed her coat, slipped her shoes back on. In that version, John did not do this alone, as he had been doing for years and years in his quiet, unassuming way. He let himself imagine it, and he could almost see it. He got all the way to the forest, with Jane at his side. But then, after--? If it didn’t work? Or if it did? And John’s game of pretend faded quickly, because it wasn’t a game of pretend at all. This time, Jane could not be invited. He didn’t know if he remembered to ask for help anyway. 

And so John swallowed. The weight remained in the room. “Well that’s true. Good thing I’m not planning on punching anything.” 

That wasn’t a lie. You fought faery with words, not weapons. 

He headed toward the door. “See you,” he said and this, he hoped, wouldn’t be a lie either.

#adventure cuz #para

[tink-bell]

Lemme Buy You a Drank || Tovu

Since coming back to Swynlake, Tink had been quiet. Like unusually quiet. Maybe it was because she was still finding her bearings or maybe she was just finally maturing. (It was most definitely not because she was finally maturing). But those chaotic juices that typically brewed within the tiny fairy had laid dormant. The newest gossip column had even gone so far as to call her irrelevant.

Rude.

All this to say that those chaotic juices were brewing and Tink was actively searching for a way to spice up her life. She missed it. Missed having fun, being the party. As far as attention whores went, Tink was a huge one. And in all actuality she was just getting over a breakup that was entirely her fault.

She was ready, though, to get back out there and be the Tink that Swynlake was used to. A total hot mess and a good time.

Something that was easy when she walked into Pixie’s and saw an all too familiar face in the crowd. Wasting no time at all she weaved her way through the crowd, smirk only frowning as she got closer and closer. Slender arms wrapped around Kovu’s torso as she jumped up as best she could and wrapped her legs around his waist. Chin resting on his shoulder, she couldn’t hide the grin as she attempted not to chuckle.

“Buy a pretty fairy a drink?”

@kovu-blackwell

#&&tovu #&&kovu #&&lemme buy you a drank

[oh-phineas]

Jake Rogers/Kovu BlackWELL/Kiss Kiss Fall In Love & Alana Triton/Simba Lyons/All That Glitters is Gold

Jake Rogers/Kovu BlackWELL/Kiss Kiss Fall In Love

Jake signs up to do a kissing booth at the summer carnival and Kovu sees him as a potential snack. Hoping to gain his trust, Kovu buys a kiss but instead of cashing it in, uses some vampire charm to convince Jake to meet up with him after his shift is over. Jake plans to do exactly that but then gets talked out of it by some of the other volunteers.

Alana Triton/Simba Lyons/All That Glitters is Gold

Simba wants to celebrate opening night by looking amazing. He purchases a sparkly gold suit and Alana suggests some sparkly gold eye makeup to go along with it. Simba is really excited about her offer and they talk about the show and the confidence-boosting power of makeup while Alana helps him apply her new eyeshadow that she created. Simba ends up purchasing some and hyping it up to everyone he meets 

#miss-holleyshiftwell

[swynlake-spill]

Hey! Can I give a shoutout to my friends in the V Squad: Kovu, Vanessa, Violet, and Robbie (I haven't met the last 2 yet but they seem nice!)?? Thanks, Boba!

wow a new club has emerged in the halls of the Pride U dorm! do not know what v stands for, hope that it’s in reference to cult classic v for vendetta and this group of hot people are planning to overthrow the british parliament. 

@kovu-blackwell, @vanecessary-conditions, @un-incredibleviolet, @chains-of-blood, good luck on the anarchy! 

#fan faves #devyn morey #kovu blackwell #vanessa doofenshmirtz #violet parr #robbie ryeo #devyn-morey

[nuka-blackwell]

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@kovu-blackwell

#kovu blackwell

[zira-blackwell]

The Best Laid Plans + [The Pride]

In which Zira enlightens her children as to the next steps in their plan...[takes place sometime in early October]

@nuka-blackwell, @vitani-blackwell, @kovu-blackwell

[tw -- nefarious plotting.]

ZIRA: Kovu had done as he had been tasked, as they all had been tasked, and Zira was both unsurprised and pleased. She stood now, just behind where Kovu sat on the couch in one of the rooms deep within the manor. Her hand was on his shoulder. In her other, she held the grimoire gently in her arms. Cradled like a child.

"As you know, your brother as succeeded in the mission that I had sent you all on." She let this comment hang in the air for a moment. "But, do not be worried. There are plenty chances at redeeming yourself. It seems that dear Merlin did not make breaking this spell easy." In fact, it was the most edited spell in the entire grimoire. Morgana trying over and over to break it.

"There are many objects that will need to be collected and people who will need to be discovered. I trust you are up to the task?" Her gaze flicked between Nuka and Vitani.

VITANI: Vitani barely bit back her glare as her mother rubbed in that Kovu was clearly the Chosen One, yet again. God, it was exhausting. Of course the gimoire was in the Pride U library, of course Kovu found it because he was the one Mother had planted at the university.

That wasn't special. Vitani would have found it if she was the one at the uni, or Nuka.

She didn't hate Kovu and she didn't even hate Zira -- she could never, Zira was more than a mother, she was a god to Vitani even hundreds of years since being turned. What she did hate? That their mother had to rub in that Kovu was her favorite, shiny, new child.

She imagined she'd grow tired of that in a couple centuries. Vitani could tolerate that.

"Of course, Mother." Vitani said, in the spirit of powering through two hundred years of Kovu coddling.

NUKA: There was irritation in Nuka's clenched jaw but other than that he was beyond relaxed. He didn't want to give Kovu anymore to brag about. Good for him. Just made him want to kill him even more and it was fun to imagine throwing Kovu through a couple walls and out a window.

As usual those thought just made it seem like Nuka wasn't mad on the outside.

"Of course Mother, surely we're at least capable of this small task."

KOVU: Kovu sat comfortably on the couch in front of Mum, looking all too smug. Yes, he could see the irritation in Vitani's eyes and the tense way Nuka's jaw tightened. He'd learned to pick up on those habits over the decades. Which didn't take much, because it happened quite often.

He didn't blame them for clearly being jealous though. Maybe if they worked just as hard as him, they'd get the attention he got.

"Of course!" He leaned his head back on the couch to look up at Zira. "What all are we looking for and we'll get right on it." He looked back at Vitani and Nuka, smirking. "Right, guys?"

ZIRA: "Of course, you are," Zira said, her voice confident. It was just enough to smooth Nuka and Vitani's ruffled feathers. She squeezed Kovu's shoulder gently before moving around to perch on the couch. Reverently, she opened the pages of the grimoire. The spine cracked deliciously and it fell open precisely to the page that she needed it to.

"It may not be so simple, little one," she told her youngest affectionately, appreciating his eagerness. "Some of these may, in fact, prove difficult. An Ambassador to the Underworld? The Fairy Queen. A dragon scale. The mythical knife sideris. There are simpler ones, too. Fairy dust is almost laughably easy to acquire these days. There is already an enchanted painting here in the house. A sorcerer's wand can be plucked with ease..."

VITANI: Vitani cocked her head to the side and listened intently. Bloody hell, Merlin was a tosser.

“So are you delegating, Mother?” Vitani asked. “Or do you want all of us on everything?”

NUKA: The ones that sounded difficult just made Nuka want to get them so much more. To be the one to show up Kovu. The younger vampire needed to be put in place.

"Or it's a free for all, whoever can get something easier just go for it." Nuka didn't want to plan even though he probably should.

KOVU: Kovu could have laughed at these. For example -  all he'd have to do is walk up to Tink and bat his eyes. Boom. He was sure to get some fairy dust that way. No compulsion even needed.

"I'm all up for a free for all," He said, smirking at Nuka and Vitani. "I've already got a few plans in mind since I'm so charming around town. Don't hurt yourselves keeping up."

ZIRA: It pleased Zira to see them all so eager to carry out her plans. How patient she had been, raising these little soldiers. Now the fruits of her labors were finally beginning to play off. It was thrilling. It made her want to jump ahead, sink her teeth into the prize.

However, she had a thousand years of control, so she just breathed deeply, then smiled, ever so fondly at all of her children. "If you'd like to work it out amongst yourselves, I wouldn't be opposed, as long as everything is collected by the time we need it. Which appears to be...September 3rd, next year. So, plenty of time. I am sure you won't disappoint me." It was said affectionately, but there most certainly was the undertone of: or else laced through her words.

VITANI: Vitani glared at Kovu but bit her tongue. She'd been alive centuries longer than him, knew her mother much better than he did, so she knew this was no time to put him in his place. Not in front of Mother at least. Give it a few centuries and he won't be such a shiny new toy anymore.

"We'll have it all before then." Vitani said with certainty she wasn't sure if she truly felt. "This is why you created us, it's the least we can do for what you've done for us, Mother."

NUKA: Just under a year, for someone who had been with Zira the longest that felt so soon. Too soon. But that didn't mean he could get scared now.

What was the end of this, where would they be after. Their goal was so close and for a moment Nuka forgot all about Kovu until he zeroed in on his smirk and Nuka's own pride spiked. "I'm sure all your little connections will prove useful. Surely just as our more adult ones will be just as helpful as well."

KOVU: Kovu's eyes darted to Nuka at his comment, his smirk falling. But only for a moment before growing back across his face, flashing his fangs. "I'm sure." He looked to Zira. "Don't worry, Mum. We won't let you down. We did learn from the best, after all."

He stood finally, an excited energy making his shoulders bounce now that they could get the plan really under way. He couldn't imagine waiting as long as any of them for this. Hell, even under a year felt too long to him. It was plenty of time.

"It'd be best to start with the easy stuff, get it out of the way and what not. Especially if its stuff that'll hardly be missed like pixie dust or even a wand. Stuff like that goes missing all the time. I think Pixie's is the best hunting ground, though the library is also a surprisingly good spot to hit too I think if you want to find someone alone and unsuspecting like young students."

ZIRA: Zira stood as Kovu did, though she made a lap around the room. She touched Vitani's chin, lifting it so she'd look at her. "I created you because I was lonely and because I love you," she told her, her hand moving to tuck some of her pretty hair behind her ear.

She turned to Nuka next, moving behind the chair he was sitting on. Her hand trailed from one broad shoulder, across his neck, to the other. "You will all be necessary to complete our mission," she assured.

Finally, she came to a stop next to Kovu. Her youngest. Her most eager. The best of her, truly. She leaned in and kissed his cheek fondly.

"I don't doubt you will all do me very, very proud."

#bdrpnuka #bdrpkovu #bdrpvitani #nura #zivu #zitani #the pride #best laid plans #here we gooooo #*makes airhorn noises*

[charmed-henry]

Dear Miguel/Kovu,

Happy Christmas! Thought this would be a good reminder of the memories we’ve made already and a way to show school spirit. Dead chuffed to have hit it off the way we did and here’s to more good times to come!

Your friend,

Henry

@remember-miguel @kovu-blackwell

#had to do a gift for the LADS #this is so preppy lol enjoy #miguel #kovu #little lads

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

Deja (Ko)vu /./ [Kimba]

@kovu-blackwell​

Simba was on his way to Chapter Three to grab Opal from Belle. Belle and Hades had an appointment for the twins and Simba had just finished a shift at Town Hall with Hades, so he’d offered to take her off their hands for a few hours. It was no skin off his nose. He adored Opal and hospitals were no place for a toddler as curious as Opal Acheron. 

So, he’d burst into the shoppe behind Hades, who had said hello to his wife and then gone to the back to--Simba didn’t know...organize things--before leaving for their appointment.

“Hullo, Opal!” Simba bellowed as he bounded in. “Uncle Simba is he--oh!” 

There was someone standing at the counter, chatting with Belle. 

Simba blinked and the smile slipped off his face for a moment. Why did--

“Hello, Simba,” Belle said, much more evenly than his own entrance. 

“Oncle!” Opal shouted, however, curling her little fists in the air, the same way Simba had done when he’d entered. 

“Er, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Simba apologized, his gaze sliding back to Belle as he shook off the odd feeling. 

“It’s alright. Simba, this is--Kovu. We met at school. Kovu, this is Simba. He’s--a friend.” 

Normally Simba would make some quip here--a family friend--but instead, he turned to this new fellow. “Kovu, you said? That’s funny. That was my great-uncle’s name. Is your family Kenyan?” 

He knew there were other countries that spoke Swahili, of course, but--he was excited at the prospect of another Kenyan in town. 

#bdrpbelle #bdrpkovu #simelle #kimba #deja (ko)vu #featuring belle for a hot sec

[mighty-mitte]

What Happens Next? | Mitte & Kovu

Mitte did not remember much from school, but she did remember a story about this one guy who made wings out of feathers and wax- to escape a tower? The details were fuzzy- and managed to fly pretty well until he got too close to the sun. The wax melted, the wings fell apart, and he plumetted to his death.

All this to say, Anthony was dead because he overestimated himself. Or maybe he hadn’t, maybe he knew how all this was going to end and it was meant to be the final hurrah. Mitte could understand that. Whenever she did cool shit like rob a castle or steal from a fancy boutique that she then had to escape because the forest was attacking, she always hoped that her last moments would be just as cool. 

Perhaps what Zira had said was true, and he’d gone mad without a purpose. 

This was why Mitte didn’t do teamwork. It always ended so messy, and she found herself where she always did in the aftermath. Packing up her shit and getting the hell out of there. There was the other vampires Ant had recruited, but as far as Mitte cared if they were old enough to decide they wanted to live forever they were old enough to decide what to do with all that time. 

So Mitte shoved her clothes back into her backpack and picked up whatever pretty little trinkets caught her eye on the way out of the mansion- she might come back to look for more, no doubt there was some valuable shit- to make the short walk back to the edge of the lake, and the trees where the rest of her things were still stashed.

It was even easier as a vampire to hop up into the branches and hide her stuff away in the leaves, but as she hopped back down she caught a scent on the breeze- familiar enough to nag at her, but she didn’t recognize who it was until they got closer. “Long time no see.” Mitte purred, grinning, “if you came by for the chaos I’m afraid you’re much too late.” She’d revelled in it, sure, had her fun. Not that anyone would be able to pick her out in a lineup- they wouldn’t be, idiots thought it was all on Anthony- thanks to her reliable blonde wig. “Back to our regularly scheduled programming now, I’m afraid.” 

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