#4040

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #4040:

if you tell your readers your protagonist is a nice person, they will think your protagonist is a nice person. it doesn't matter how many people the protagonist has killed. why would an author lie like that

[thewertsearch]

Her story was formerly the most hopeful of any of our heroes, and now she’s being held prisoner by the most vile character in the setting. GRIEF is one hundred percent appropriate here.

I don't think ‘Aggrub’ has any symbolic meaning, but it is funny.

Dang, and she's actually getting a few licks in! That's impressive as hell - or it would be, if I wasn't fully convinced that Scratch was letting it happen. It’s entirely in-character for him to allow Aradia to hit him, in order to make some sort of point.

Also, I don’t think she’s actually using Horrorterror magic. This flashing is instead reminiscent of the Final Frog's eyes, suggesting that they share an origin. The Rainbow Sun, perhaps? >:)

Seriously, though, what the hell has this girl been up to? I don’t think that much time has passed - she doesn’t look any older, so I doubt it’s been more than a couple of years, but she's clearly changed a lot.

Maybe it's not actually Aradia Prime at all. Scratch could have swiped a backup Aradia from a doomed timeline, or something.

Maybe I have not been strict enough with your breathing privileges either?

You piece of shit!

Also... where are we? The structure in the background almost looks like a pagoda, so I think we might be in another fancy building. A red mansion, perhaps, to match Scratch's green one?

[harveyphotography]

Torniamo a Volterra come si torna a casa, ma ogni volta la Toscana ci regala un luogo nuovo da amare insieme.

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#4040

Komander

Toni Storm

Voting ended onMay 21

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 26, 1971

Lyrics:

Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray

Look out on a summer's day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy, linen land

Now, I understand what you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left inside

On that starry, starry night

You took your life as lovers often do

But I could have told you, Vincent

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you

Starry, starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Songwriter: Don Mclean

Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they're not listening still

Perhaps they never will

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Don McLean

[max-the-many]

Think I could live with that...

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