frolickandbefree | Once Upon A Meme

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Once Upon A Meme

a fairy tale meme

(Credit to

witchoftime)

Step 1: Post a comment with the character name and fandom in the subject.

Step 2: Someone will respond with a number (RNG generated or just chosen based on whatever they prefer) between 1-11. They are now that character role in a story!

Step 3: You can either do the same to determine your character's role within that story! Feel free to twist the role around as necessary.

Step 4: Play and make merry!

Character Roles

1. Princess

One day your prince will come... Or maybe you're going after him! Or maybe you've been cursed/captured/whatever and are in need of rescue! Those towers won't climb themselves, and those kisses that awaken you from a century of slumber aren't exactly cheap.

2. Prince Charming/Heroic Knight

You're handsome (hopefully). You're charming (you think). You have a great outfit (this is debatable). Regardless, it's time to go find and rescue your one true love! ... Er, wherever she or he might be.

3. Villian

Man, those two up there sure are annoying, aren't they? Maybe it's time to do some kidnapping, curse some royalty, plague a kingdom, or whatever other nefarious deed you might be thinking of. In any case, the truly important thing is to make sure your cape and collar are appropriately intimidating and black.

4 . Red Riding Hood

... Or whichever other cute little girl that roams the woods in her free time that you can think of. You're cute, you have a pretty outfit, and there's something growling in the bushes but whatever it is, it can't be too dangerous, can it?

5 . Wolf

You're a wolf. Or a bear. Or some other animal. Or some random person with animal ears and a tail. Maybe you're evil, maybe you're just misunderstood, but you still can't stand those annoying people that keep wandering around your forest. Maybe they're even in your house, eating your food! The nerve! Or maybe they just look delicious, who knows.

6 . Dragon

You're a fucking dragon. Maybe you've kidnapped a snack, maybe someone came to hunt you down, maybe some hobbit is stealing your treasure, maybe you're just chilling. You're a dragon.

7 . Witch

Bring out the hat and broomstick, it's time to get the cauldron bubbling. Good, misunderstood, evil, who knows what you are. Except for a witch. You're definitely a witch. Try to avoid shoving small children into your oven and you should be fine.

8 . Cheery Animal Sidekick

Cheep cheep! Boy that princess sure is pretty, huh? You should sing with her and do her chores for her and obey her slavishly- wait... Well, whatever you're doing, you're cute and small and mildly annoying.

9 . Cursed Prince

Life was just perfect for you, until you got on the wrong side of that witch/wizard/cheery animal sidekick pushed just too far. Now you're cursed! Into a beast? Into a frog? Maybe you have really bad acne now? It could be anything (seriously, anything you can think of) but luckily, the cure is simple. Find your one true love and get that magical first kiss.

10. Fairy Godmother

When your princess is in need, she's only got one person to turn to. Her fairy godmother. It's your job to advise her, help get her out of any scrapes she happens to be in, or maybe you got her in the mess to begin with.

11. Random Extra

Wow, all those other guys sure are weird, aren't they? You'll just get back to work. Even with all this nonsense going on, life continues.

Prompts

① Sleeping Beauty
Fallen into a deep, magical sleep, the only thing that can wake you is true love's kiss!

② The Little Mermaid

Oh no! The witch has stolen your voice! Use sign language, write a sign, get your love to kiss you or else get stuck in the ocean again.

③ Tarzan

He's a wild man! Will you teach him the ways of the world, and maybe the ways of love while you're at it?

④ Beauty and the Beast

The prince has been transformed into a beast by a spell, the only way for it to be broken is for someone to fall in love with him. Who will be the one to break through to him and break the spell?

⑤ Cinderella

They met at the ball and really hit it off, but when the clock struck midnight, that mysterious lover ran off! All that's left is a glass slipper, time to start knocking on doors...

⑥ Frog Prince(ss)

Will you kiss that frog and turn them into your true love?

⑦ Rapunzel

Locked in a tower, will love ever come rescue you?

⑧ Aladdin

Can someone who grew up on the mean streets capture the heart of royalty?

⑨ Swan Princess

Swan in the daylight, human at night, can love conquer all and find a way to break the curse?

⑩ Open

Do any fairy tale you want or combine options to make your own. :)

Meme a combination of this meme and this one.

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[If Nico had been told when he was younger that he'd miss Persephone as his step-mother, then he probably would've laughed. As it stands, he vastly prefers Persephone over Electra for many reasons. All of those reasons are why he left his home in the first place. Really, there's nothing left for him. His mother died when he was eleven, then his sister a week later. His first step-mother, Persephone, was assassinated when he was fourteen, and his father joined her a year after his re-marriage with Electra when he was fifteen. Nico feels he should get a medal for trying to deal with her until his sixteenth birthday. By that time, she had taken an unhealthy liking to him, and with his half-sister's help, managed to get away.

Mostly, he'd left with very little. All he had were a set of fine clothes as black as night, another silver as the moon, and the last as deep a blue as twilight. Well, they were the only things that had the most value. The other thing Nico left home with was the skin of a cat, used to disguise himself while in the other country. He'd gladly given up his title and everything he'd known, and had been lucky to gain a position as a servant in some lord's estate. Even luckier, he'd managed to find that they were kindly rather than abusive. Not that Nico would've complained, as he knew very well that he would've suffered far worse had he stayed home.

This doesn't make life any less lonelier, of course. Even Nico admits that much. The only people he sees most of the time are other servants, and if someone higher up the social ladder does cross his path, he's usually never noticed. Although, it helps that the donkey skin he always wears is enchanted to make him appear that way. It's almost sad that it's become something of a security blanket for the former noble.

Thus, when the owners of the estate say that they're going to hold a ball and that the servants are welcome to participate, Nico practically leaps at the chance to get into something that isn't donkey. Besides, it'll be even more of a protection, since nobody will ever guess that the guy wearing the donkey skin is the same person attending the ball. It's flawless. Nico even contents himself with the thought that he doesn't really have to talk to anyone, just listen and enjoy a night of not being a servant.

The day of the ball finds Nico in his twilight blue clothes. He threads his way through the fringes of the party-goers, reveling in the luxury of a free night. Nobody telling him to fetch something or other, or to clean up someone else's mess. He can just be himself.]

[If Nico's happy, Jehan is happier. The reason for the party? His mother has finally, officially divorced his asshole of a father and sent him packing. To celebrate, Marianne had talked Anna Marie into a weekend long party and Jehan had insisted that the servants be allowed to join. He had a few friends among them and it was only right that they get to celebrate.

He's getting a tad bit overwhelmed, however, and has escaped to a balcony for a drink and a break. He's in a gorgeous suit of emerald, thanks to Courfeyrac's insistence on dressing the young lord himself. For the first time in his life, Jehan matches and is dressed well.

Miracles]

[Nico makes his way onto the balcony as well. His tolerance to the press of people has reached a certain point, and he needs a place where he can hear himself think. Plus, he's not ready to leave the party and don the skin again.

He can't help pausing mid-step when he sees another person out there already. Normally, a couple people out on the balcony is a perfectly fine and ordinary thing. When the person is the son of the owners of the estate Nico's working in? A son who is handsome and kind and many other praises he forever hears the other servants sing about him? Things start getting problematic.

Tentatively, Nico leans on the balcony, resting folded arms on the edge. Not looking at Jehan is like trying not to look at a sudden movement out of the corner of your eye. He has a way of grabbing attention, and either he knows it so well that he's turned mastery into an art form, or Jehan is unaware and is simply a natural at it. No matter, Nico is determined to not gawk. It's rude, for one thing.]

[Jehan doesn't notice his companion at first, not until he reaches for the glass sitting on the balcony and misses, knocking it off with a crash.]

Ah--

[He swears softly and colorfully before spotting Nico]

Oh, dear. Can we pretend that I never said any of that? Mother'll skin me if she heard I swore in front of guests.

[He tries to keep his amusement to himself, but he loses the battle when Jehan starts swearing. At least Nico has the grace to keep it in a chuckle.]

Can't have that. It'll be between us.

[Nico can't help adding:] I think you could've made a sailor blush with all that you said.

Well, I learned most of that from a sailor, or at least a brawler. Lord Bahorel, when he was last here, made certain of it.

[He carefully piles the glass up and sets it aside]

One of the servants will have to get that tomorrow, I won't send for one now. I'd hate to ruin their fun!

[Done with that, he straightens up and turns to Nico]

Jean Prouvaire, at your service.

[Nico makes a mental note to clean it first thing in the morning. He's also relieved that he'd had the wisdom to use only his nickname when he first arrived. Otherwise, the jig would've been so up in this moment.]

I'm Nicolo di Angelo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Jean.

[He smiles, feeling himself relax against his better judgment.]

Di Angelo? Doesn't Marianne know that name...

[There's a moment where Jehan tries to remember if his godmother knows the di Angelos. He shrugs, clearly not worried about if she does or not.

(She does. He knows it. He's just not sure there's a Nicolo in the family.)]

Ah, what does it matter. Thank you for coming to the party. I hope you've enjoyed yourself so far?

[Praise the gods. Now he doesn't need to explain why he's here or anything like that. Nobody needs to know about how troubled his family is, and he doesn't want to lie to this family after taking him in.]

I have, and it's been surprisingly educational.

[Nico turns to lean his back against the edge instead, looking up at the sky.]

In all seriousness, I am enjoying myself. A lot more people than I expected, but I'd guess your family is pretty popular?

Oh, not really. Father made certain of that. But Mama still has friends from before the marriage and Marianne knows plenty of people, not to mention the few friends I made in school, but I've never met a good seventy-five percent of these people!

I have a feeling the three of you could easily turn that around.

[He runs a hand through his hair, giving Jehan a somewhat sheepish look.]

Honestly, so far, you're the only person I've spoken with tonight, let alone know.

[He starts and turns to face Nicolo more, a bit distressed at that]

What? Oh, no, no that won't do. You should meet people! There are so many interesting and wonderful people, it's a shame not to speak to them.

[He shakes his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks.]

Ah...Don't trouble yourself over it. I like listening to people more, and, well, I like talking to only a few people. Really, I'm happy just talking to you, if no-one else.

But I'm not very interesting at all. I blather on about poetry or death or my flowers or--really, I'll bore you half to death.

I don't see any of that being boring. You obviously have a passion for them, so that means there's something interesting about those subjects.

[Stubborn as a mule. Nico thinks for a moment.]

How long does this ball last?

[He knows the answer, but he'd like to keep up the illusion of being some traveling guy for as long as possible.]

Tonight's will last until ten, tomorrow's until eleven, and then the last one will end at midnight.

[He laughs]

At which point the celebrations for my birthday will begin, though I've told everyone no parties until after we've cleaned up from these three. Oh, I feel bad for the servants, I really do.

[He nods.]

Then I'll make sure to come to the other two as well. We can meet here. I don't know if I'll be able to stay long enough to participate in a birthday celebration, though.

[Then Nico chuckles.]

Honestly, for all their mock grumbling, I feel that they'll do a lot for you. You seem the type to inspire loyalty with them.

[Jehan is so red right now. So very red]

Oh--really, you don't have to come to any of them, or say anything like that! I'm still the young master to most of them, the boy who still climbs trees and breaks ankles doing it.

I might not have to, but I want to. You're good company, and we've only been talking for a few minutes.

[Nico grins, and there's a part of him that's very pleased to have made the "young master" blush.]

Flatterer! If I didn't know better, I'd suspect that Courfeyrac sent you. Would you like to dance? There's no worries about a scandal here.

[He hesitates, then moves so that he can give Jehan a small bow.]

I'd be honored, but I apologize in advance if I step on your toes. I'm a little rusty.

Nonsense, I'm more likely to step on yours.

[He offers Nicolo his arm and guides him to the ballroom, smiling widely. There's just something about the young man that he adores.

They get to the center of the room and take their places; Jehan wants to lead first, and so he rests a hand on Nico's waist and starts spinning him around the floor in a waltz]

[Nico is relieved to find that he's able to keep up and not step on Jehan's toes. He hasn't done ballroom dancing in months. Yet it looks like his body remembers how to do it, even if his mind doesn't.

He's also pretty sure he's having more fun dancing with Jehan than with any of his other partners, especially since he can't stop grinning.]

You're too modest! You dance like you were born to!

Because Mama made sure I knew how to waltz! "Boys or girls, petit, you will need to waltz them off their feet!"

Jean (Jehan) Prouvaire | Les Mis

Prompt 10: Donkeyskin/Catskin

omg

noboooody knows how much I like that taaaale

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