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remix meme | aladdin re-imagined as a jodhaa&akbar-esque historical romance

suggested by slattern

thank you kind sir, I’m so glad you found her. I’ve been looking all over for you!

what are you doing?

just play along.

stay out of this!

a wise king once told me, we are one. I didn’t understand him then. now I do.

but they —

them? us. look at them, they are us. what differences do you see?


watching the wooden puppet dance about, following the cat, whirling around like a professional stage dancer, the cricket mused to himself that if anyone were to see it move without the strings, none would say he was anything but a real boy…

watching the wooden puppet dance about, following the cat, whirling around like a professional stage dancer, the cricket mused to himself that if anyone were to see it move without the strings, none would say he was anything but a real boy…

are you alright, Miss—?

Megara. my friends call me Meg - at least they would if I had any friends.


and so it came to pass that in the following spring, the prince heard of the sleeping maiden, unblemished in death, tended to by mourning dwarves who had given her refuge from the terrible queen, and he set out to find her…

and so it came to pass that in the following spring, the prince heard of the sleeping maiden, unblemished in death, tended to by mourning dwarves who had given her refuge from the terrible queen, and he set out to find her…