Type 923 Would Play Differently These Days, Huh

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The
Fairy Tale Tale Type
Meme



Today, we ignore the thorny questions about the inherent colonialism of type classification and instead, we follow these steps...

Step One

Comment with your character, including preferences or your own starter if you'd like.

Step Two
Roll or choose a tale type:

1. Animal Brides, tales of ATU type 402
2. Beauty and the Beast, tales of ATU type 425c
3. Brothers Turned into Birds, tales of ATU type 451
4. Cinderella, tales of ATU type 510a
5. Fitcher's Bird, tales of ATU type 311
6. Fairy Gifts, tales of ATU type 503
7. Hansel and Gretel, tales of ATU type 327
8. Selkie Wife, tales of Christiansen type 4080
9. Rumplestiltskin, tales of ATU type 500
10. Open Sesame, tales of ATU type 676
11. Puss in Boots, tales of ATU type 545b
12. Rapunzel, tales of ATU type 310
13. The Robber Bridegroom, tales of ATU type 955
14. The Twelve Dancing Princesses, tales of ATU type 306
15. Pick Your Own, tales of getting lost in folktexts

Step Three

Play out a scenario based on the tale! AU your characters into the fairy tale, create your own modern retelling, have your characters put on a school play of the story, remember that folklore is inherently dynamic and transformative.

Comments

[tigerpoet]

Oh, I'm sorry. [At least they're in a marketplace with food available?]

[ghostfromthemachine]

It's fine, it's my own fault. I could have chosen something else to wax rhapsodic about, and it's not like it isn't easily solved at the moment, anyway.

[ she's already patting herself down for her wallet. ]

I can just buy myself something and catch up—

Or. um. Not, if I'm being a bother. In which case I'll apologize for getting overexcited before I leave you to your shopping.

[ probably not, considering the face-ripping comment, but even if he hasn't snapped at her they are in the middle of the market. he could just be playing by human rules for the moment. ]

[tigerpoet]

Oh, no, not at all! It's nice to talk to someone who understands.

[Humans-are-weird solidarity.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ humans-are-weird solidarity!!! ]

That may have been why I fell all over myself to come say hello. I'll be right back, then.

[ off she goes. time to play the "will this particular vendor need the cute girl act or the I-know-how-to-use-these-knives act in order to give me a fair price" game.

not much later, she comes back with several meat skewers, one of which she offers to him. she's already gnawing on another. ]

[tigerpoet]

Oh, thank you.

[He accepts the skewer and promptly chomps down. Table manners, what are those.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ completely unnecessary, that's what. ]

You're welcome.

[ ...mostly unnecessary. she did stop eating long enough not to reply with her mouth full. ]

[tigerpoet]

[Amazing. Very impressive.

That skewer doesn't last very long.]

My name is Atsushi. It's nice to meet you.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ it would have been a waste to accidentally spit anything out. ]

Likewise~. I'm Kaiko. I'm probably going to be staying in this territory for at least a little while, so you might be seeing a lot of me.

[tigerpoet]

I look forward to it. -I don't know many human settlements, but this place isn't bad.

[ghostfromthemachine]

It's nice enough, from what I've seen. Though— do you know if there are any lakes nearby? Big ones, preferably.

[tigerpoet]

I haven't seen any, but there's a river not far into the jungle...? Will that do?

[It's freshwater, so hopefully...]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Mm... it depends on how deep it gets. I suppose if it's shallow it'll still be fine for fishing.

[tigerpoet]

I used to catch fish there all the time, back before.

[He wiggles his fingers with their blunt nails. Not great for spearing fish.]

dreamwidth why did you deny me this notif

[ghostfromthemachine]

Oh— if it was big enough for you, then it's probably big enough for me...

[ but. uh. ]

... "back before?"

rude

[tigerpoet]

Oh - my fur was stolen, so I can't do that anymore. No claws.

[He says it pretty plainly, but it obviously still bothers him.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ sometimes she hates being right. her expression goes hard, eyes flat. ]

... I don't suppose you have any suspects.

[ "husband," he'd said.

her mother hadn't lived to pass down any knowledge to her, and her attempts to track down relatives who might do so in her place had... well. made it clear that she'd managed to inherit more of her human father's temperament than she'd thought. her gentler cousins, on the other hand... they'd welcomed her once she'd made it clear that she was more sociable than most of her blood.

and they had had stories. ]

[tigerpoet]

[Atsushi bites his lip. It's obvious that he has someone in mind.]

...I don't have any proof.

[And he hates to fling accusations without that.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she hums, quietly, and reaches up to idly tug at the collar of her tunic— and as she does, the worn grey leather goes briefly glossy and plush with fur under her fingers. ]

Mm. Well, if you need someone to try to find proof... My nose is fairly good. And if it comes down to it, I can be very persuasive.

[tigerpoet]

You'd do that for me? Even though we only just met?

[He's grateful, but he doesn't understand.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

...I grew up without my pelt. Even not knowing what I was missing, it was still... it's not something I'd wish on anyone.

[ abruptly cheerier, though her teeth are definitely showing now ]

—besides, I'm adventuring, it's practically my job to stick my nose into situations like this.

[tigerpoet]

If it's not a bother, then... I'd be very grateful to you.

[He bows low, a habit he's picked up while in human society.]