Attic of my brain

A character's strength defeats them.

A character's weakness saves them.

A gift is really a danger.

A gigantic meteor streaks across the sky.

A missing child planned their abduction to get back at their abusive parents.

A stranger enters the story, informing the characters that they are all being watched. 

A surprising person ends up being the puppet master behind everything.

A terrible storm moves in, threatening all.

A weakness of a character is actually their greatest strength.

An object has a special meaning.

An otherwise straightforward romantic comedy leads into horror territory.

Red Herring — All suspicion points to one character, but when the truth is revealed, it's another that did the terrible deed.

The antagonist is living two lives.

The conflict the protagonist was going through was a practical joke.

The conflict the protagonist was going through was a ruse concocted by their friends to help them with confidence or to overcome fear.

The conflict the protagonist was going through was a ruse concocted by former victims of their bullying.

The dead body isn't dead.

The goal achieved ends up making things worse.

The informant is actually the mastermind.

The love interest is the antagonist.

The most skilled character succumbs to the least skilled character. 

The narrator is not the person we thought they were.

The parent is really the grandparent. 

The protagonist is living two lives.

The protagonist receiving help actually doesn't want it.

The protagonist that doesn't seem to want help actually does.

The smartest character is the first to be outwitted.

The strongest character is the first to die.

The supposed mastermind is actually a red herring.

The weakest character is the villain.

The wrong first impression of a character.

What first seemed like a wrong first impression of a character ends up being right.

What seems like a dangerous object at first is actually a gift that helps the protagonist. 

When the protagonist solves the mystery, it opens up a Pandora's Box.

At home I have a blue piano. But I can’t play a note. It’s been in the shadow of the cellar door Ever since the world went rotten. Four starry hands play harmonies. The Woman in the Moon sang in her boat. Now only rats dance to the clanks. The keyboard is in bits. I weep for what is blue. Is dead. Sweet angels I have eaten Such bitter bread. Push open The door of heaven. For me, for now– Although I am still alive— Although it is not allowed.

An Alchemical Miscellany from the John Rylands Library, Fol. 23r: The Unitrinum alchemical monster

and yeah, all those things are true, but having spent the past few months leaving enthusiastic comments on as many things as i can, i have a different perspective

you should leave comments on fics because it's fun

taking the time to stop and focus on what i like about a story has made me way more aware of what's going on in stories and what i like about them. there's bit more actual comprehension and appreciation and not just beaming content into my eyes to fill time

i like noticing cool little things in fics, or riffing on funny events. i've never been very good at speculating or picking apart characters, but sometimes something clicks and it rocks.

and of course it's pretty nice when you get a response and it's clear you've made another person happy

Ich habe zu Hause ein blaues Klavier Und kenne doch keine Note.

Es steht im Dunkel der Kellertür, Seitdem die Welt verrohte. Es spielten Sternenhände vier – Die Mondfrau sang im Boote. – Nun tanzen die Ratten im Geklirr. Zerbrochen ist die Klaviatur. Ich beweine die blaue Tote.

Ach liebe Engel öffnet mir – Ich aß vom bitteren Brote – Mir lebend schon die Himmelstür, Auch wider dem Verbote.