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"Explain your smallness!" - 'tiny angry eldrich sounds'

A bit of Simbiote!AU, I think =)

Here's how to write an authentic Grimm style fairytale, brought to you by a Certified German TM:

Forget everything Disney movies taught you, besides maybe Snowwhite, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty. But even those are on thin fucking ice. Also ignore modern fantasy literature conventions, especially Dungeons & Dragons type stuff.

Ideally only the protagonist or none of the characters ought to have names. And the names should either be really fucking ordinary, or some kind of epithet. Like, either that's a Franz or a Bramblesock, cause when Bramblesock was a child he lost a sock in a shrub of brambles. Everyone else is either the king, the grandma, or the carpenter.

The common types of protagonist: Regular working class guy who cons his way into a life of riches, poor downtrodden peasant who through hardworking kindness is granted salvation (usually via gaining riches), too pure too good for this world princess who can't catch a fucking break, too nasty too bratty for this world princess who gets taught a lesson in humility.

The characters are generally very one note and the only kind of character growth they can experience boils down to "maybe I shouldn't have been a dick, huh?"

The location is either as vague as possible or super fucking specific for no reason; either the story takes place literally nowhere or in the town of Buxtehude.

Animals and inanimate objects that can talk for no apparent reason and no one bats an eye at are always a great addition.

If you want to add any fantasy races, use giants (large, dumb brutes), dwarves (angry little guys who live in the wilderness and get really angry if you touch their beards), or gnomes (mischievous house spirits who might be helpful but watch out!), but never more than one of these. Fairies are rare and usually the "tall beautiful wise woman" type, not the small annoying pixie type. Dragons are very pointedly no-where to be found, those distinctly belong in sagas, which are their own distinct type of literature.

Weird moral of the story that either boils down to "be smarter than all the other fuckers", "good things happen to good people, bad things happen to bad people", or "don't upset the supernatural".

Random tidbits of gore that no one bats an eye at.

Witches eat children, if a mother gets more than single line dedicated to her she's evil, fathers are spineless and/or assholes who either die or come around in the end.

Ugly means evil, pretty means good. Except when it doesn't.

Optional: Repeated rhyming phrases and numbers. Seventh son of a seventh son kinda stuff. The numbers 3, 7, 12, and 13 in particular.

Ideally a 19th century scholar should be able to read some clumsy Germanic pagan wishful thinking into the story, no matter how big and obvious the Christian overtones are.

Optional: Start the story with "Once upon a time" and end it with "And if they didn't die, then they are still alive today."

Romeo and Juliet wish they had what John and Arthur have

CEASELESS WATCHER, TURN YOUR GAZE UPON THIS WRETCHED THING-

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Why is Jon Sims on PR duty. He’s the one guy who should NEVER be representing ANY organization.

(Jon’s the type of guy to not support the Oxford comma, the eye god, and Martin who is well liked by the majority of the population)

I would like to make one thing abundantly clear. The Oxford comma is not a force to be glanced over. It is a load-bearing pillar of many would-be awful sentences. The Oxford comma will save you when no one else will. It may seem so insignificant at first, but no matter how useless it seems at first, it will be there until the end. It will walk with you and calm you and keep your head straight and keep you grounded and make you tea and dammit if you look away from it for one second, if you take it for granted you may lose it, and your whole world will come crumbling down. But it'll be there at the end of the world with you.

What was I on about?

Oh yes. Fuck the eye god. I think that's everything answered..

J. Sims, The Archivist

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