Think of every fairy-tale villainess you’ve ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they’ve all been real - Jim Butcher
“My brother had magic,” Sasuke says, muted, staring into the campfire. Naruto and Shikako look at him, attentive and enraptured: Sasuke never talks about his past.
Kakashi looks away–he already knows this story.
“My parents. Our entire kingdom. They were so proud,” The words are stilted, as if dragged out of him, but he pushes through, “The first prince in generations to have magic…”
The silence is so long that for a moment they think he’s stopped, that’s all he will say on the matter.
“…it overwhelmed him, turned him mad. He cursed everyone.” Sasuke closes his eyes, clenches his fists, “That’s why I have to kill him.”
He stands up quickly–the sudden movement causing the other two to flinch back–and stalks off.
“Not too far,” Kakashi calls after him, getting only a dismissive grunt in return, but he does stay within shouting distance and returns to their campsite after an hour.
He is still silent, sullen. For the next two days, the three of them don’t hear another word from Sasuke, but at heart his mood isn’t regret.
He doesn’t know it, but Naruto comes from a long line of legends: foresters who protected children who strayed off the path, knights who slew monsters, seventh sons who cured kings, princesses that outsmarted trickster demons, all the way to heroes whose names grew beyond any single act.
They were there whenever an injustice needed to be righted. They were on the front lines in wars against evil. They were wanderers who faced the worst the world had to offer and gave their all to make it better.
And then they gave some more.
Sometimes, fortune favors the bold.
Other times, fortune is feckless and all consuming, taking and taking and granting only rarely with the highest interest rate.
Kakashi knows, but will never tell him: on the day of Naruto’s birth, despite all the sacrifice that was made, that debt harshly grew.
He is the last of his line: any luck that falls his way will exact balance upon him…
… and on his precious people.
Shikako does not have a tragic background. Her lifestyle has always been, if not gentle, then fair and without strife.
She has enjoyed much from her station and she knows, one day, that she will have to take up the duties expected of her and return the privileges that have been afforded her.
But not yet.
“Please,” Shikako whispers, small hand clutching at the rough fabric of his cloak, “Not yet.”
He doesn’t know where the misunderstanding arose–Shikako intent on fleeing an unwanted arranged marriage, her father sending search parties and hiring an, if he’s going to be honest, overpriced hunter to make sure she hasn’t been taken against her will–but it’s both a hilarious and heartening situation that he thinks he’ll keep track of.
That is what he does, after all.
“The world can be a scary and overwhelming place for young highborn ladies,” he says, just to gauge her mettle. If she really can’t hack it, he’ll deliver her to the Nara stronghold himself.
The same hand that clung to his cloak for comfort now tugs sharply, jerking him down closer to her level. He bends with it, because why not?
“I may be a lady,” she responds, quiet but fierce; she brings her free hand between them, and in her palm blooms a small green flame “but I’m far from helpless.”
A/N: Are they a train crash waiting to happen? MAYBE?!
Sorry for the late response, sociallinkmax, I had the first part done and then got waaaaay swamped with RL… stuff.
I was debating whether or not Big Bad Wolf Kakashi was literal or figurative or a mix of both (like some kind of Ladyhawke situation?) so I just went the ambiguous route.
“Have you ever seen Rin Gin, the Palace of the Dragon King of the Sea, Urashima?”
The fisherman shook his head and replied; “No; year after year the sea has been my home, but though I have often heard of the Dragon King’s realm under the sea I have never yet set eyes on that wonderful place. It must be very far away, if it exists at all!”
“Is that really so? You have never seen the Sea King’s Palace? Then you have missed seeing one of the most wonderful sights in the whole universe. It is far away at the bottom of the sea, but if I take you there we shall soon reach the place. If you would like to see the Sea King’s land I will be your guide.”
olivia: 90′s magical girl anime, music notes, pink video game consoles, flowy dresses, hairbows, headphones, skirts, overalls, comic conventions, “just one more level” floppy disks, curly hair, pink microphones, pop music
pj: tv heads, glitches, skateboarding, tv static, cracked voices, RGB, old vhs tapes, abandoned warehouses, junkyards, pixel art, gameboys, outlets, fingerless gloves, baggy hoodies, torn jeans
madeline: books, libraries, the smell of a new book, round glasses, plants, flowers, witchcraft, braided hair, freckles, “just one more chapter”, reading underneath the covers, calligraphy, ink pens, biblophiles, old typewriters, treehouses, bakeries, pastries, sweets
isabelle: old cinemas, stages, fancy dresses, feather boas, broadway posters, musical numbers, witchcraft, costumes, old props, pianos, violins, exaggerated movements, dramatic pauses, jazz numbers, the color red
When Mary Margaret’s John Doe
patient awakens and escapes, Ruby Connor – infamously dejected
waitress and local party girl – surprises everyone when she steps
up to lead the search. Emma applies for the position of Deputy
Sheriff and accidentally discovers the sexual nature of
Graham and Regina’s relationship. Emma only becomes more determined
when she learns that Regina is threatened by her growing friendship
with Graham. Meanwhile, the hunt for the missing patient leads the
people of Storybrooke into the abandoned coal mines where they make a
startling discovery – a coffin made of fragments of broken glass. Mary Margaret
tries to understand her connection to John Doe when they finally
meet, and Henry shows Emma his hiding place for his book of fairy
tales: buried in a box beneath his wooden castle playground.
On the run, Princess Snow White
finds a cabin in the woods of the kingdom of Misthaven and seeks refuge there with
Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. But a string of gruesome wolf
killings in the nearby village lead Snow White and Red to take
matters into their own hands. When they come to the conclusion that
the werewolf is Ezekiel, the young man Red is in love with, they
devise a plan by which the young couple can run away while Snow White
wears Red’s cloak to fool her grandmother. But when Granny discovers
their deceit, she reveals that the cloak was enchanted years ago to
prevent a werewolf from shifting forms, and Red herself was the wolf.
Snow White and Granny rush to find Red and throw the cloak on her to
return her to her human form, but arrive too late to save Ezekiel.
Snow White offers to take the blame so that Red can continue living
in her village, and she heads back into the forest, having found a
strong friendship with Red Riding Hood.
‘once upon a time’ stars : Salma Hayek as the Evil
Queen/Regina Mills, Emily Rose as Emma Swan, Jaimie Alexander as Snow
White/Mary Margaret Blanchard, Henry Cavill as Prince Charming/John
Doe, Raphael Sbarge as Jiminy Cricket/Dr. Archie Hopper,
Richard Madden as the Huntsman/Sheriff Graham Buchanan, Naveen
Andrews as the Magic Mirror/Sydney Glass, CJ Adams as Henry Mills,
and Robert Carlyle as Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold
guest stars include : Meghan Ory as Red Riding Hood/Ruby
Connor, Beverly Elliott as Widow Agatha Lucas/Helen Connor, Bob
Morley as Ezekiel
Here’s a jewellery box that I painted for my sister a while ago. We had seen a similar box on sale in a gift shop for nearly £200 and I thought “I could do that”. Found the plain box on ebay for a tenner and then I already had loads of paints lying around, so saved us £190!
“….and they lived happily ever after. The End.” You close the book and place it on the ground, exchanging it for Gally’s drink.
Chuck was staring at the sky, in deep thought.
“You didn’t like that one, didn’t you?” you say.
“I did. Why?”
“You didn’t react as violently as the last book I read.”
“That had seven little men in them. That was something worth reacting violently to,” Chuck defends himself, and you laugh.
“Alright, Chuck. Go to sleep,” you command, taking a sip from your drink as you stand up from his hammock.
“Can’t I stay up and be in the bonfire?” The little boy pouted.
“No, Chuck,” you laugh, playfully slapping one of his chubby cheeks. “You had your time.”
“A grand time of twenty minutes,” he grumbles, and you stick your tongue out at him.
“Are you going back to your Newt?” he smiles, knowing that this gets your attention.
“Actually, her Newt is not going anywhere,” a British accent sounded behind you.
Newt ducked under Chuck’s hammock, putting an arm around your shoulders.
“That’s my cue,” you say, standing up and ruffling Chuck’s hair. “Good night, shank.”
As you and Newt exited the Homestead, he finally broke the silence.
“I listen to you read every night, you know,” he admits.
“Really?” You raise your eyebrows and smile.
“Yeah. Ever since the buggin’ Creators sent those fairy tales up in the Box. It’s fascinating hearing you read. It’s like you’re transporting to a different world.”
“Well, if I’m so good, why don’t you make that my job from now on. I’ll be the Keeper if any shanks decide to join me,” you tease, and Newt laughs while hitting your shoulder.
“Sorry, love, reading a couple of fantasy stories isn’t going to help with the farming.”
You roll your eyes and swat at him playfully, taking a swig of your drink as you walked to the Deadheads.
“Seriously, though,” Newt said, sitting on a bench and patting a spot next to him. “Why do you read ‘em?”
You were quiet for a while, searching for an appropriate response.
“I dunno,” you finally say. “Maybe it’s because I never got to experience tales like Snow White or Cinderella when I was a kid. Chuck should, at least.”
You sigh, emptying your drink. “And I know I won’t ever get my fairy tale here. Not in this shuck Maze. If I can’t be royal here, at least, in paper, I am.”
Newt stared at you the entire time you talked. You fold your arms, thinking about what you just said.
Finally, Newt stood and offered you his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Like I said, I listen to all your stories.”
“You know what all those princesses had in common?”
He smiles. “A bloody good dance.”
You grin, placing your hand in his, letting him haul you up.
He wraps his arms around your waist as you lace yours around his neck, placing your chin on his shoulder as you sway to an unknown beat.
You feel him place a kiss on the side of your head.
“Darling, you’ll always be royal to me,” he whispers.
You laugh as he spins you around.
“And even if we don’t have our "and they lived happily ever after”,“ he adds. "I can promise you that we’ll have our "and they lived”.“
And with that, he pulls you in for a long, slow, kiss.
ooookay. first imagine up! let me know what you think of it. I’ll do ships, take requests, and anything else you guys want. message me if you have anything in mind, or if you wanna talk. I’m not gonna introduce myself first, but maybe if this works out 😳