Helloo- uhm. So I am an artist that doesn't really- post online much! I've always been way too awkward or busy for it but i'd really like to get my stuff out there so!! Hi!! I'm Angel/Latte.
I go by he/him pronouns and I love so many different games and shows, so expect to see a LOT of art of ocs from said content along with fanart!
I also repost a lot of my amazing friends art (Along with just cool art in general), just to try and help them get a little more reach <3.
Tags I use are
#isle of deriva / #isle of derivia - A little world @fluffyhellspawn made that I sometimes (rarely) do art for!!
#lattes stupid rambles - Just a tag for me to like- ask for art ideas or spew random bullshit if im bored. The usual!
#lattes art req - If I post any art requests I'll use this tag! Just so people can find the finished stuff sooner :D
#fhs cybernet - Another world by fluffy! I once again have some oc's from there and might someday post art there- So any art I do will be under that tag so it's all together :]
Deltarune theory that I need people to think about for a moment.
Monsters don't bleed.
You can probably figure out where this is going yourself, but if you want to hear my thoughts and evidence, it's all going under the cut.
Monsters don't bleed. We're reminded of this at the start of and throughout Chapter 4, through interaction with the bunny kid when you knock their door, and the funeral book about monsters turning into dust.
Conversely Susie has expressed a lack of understanding about this concept, implying she's bled before and doesn't find it weird. Implying she's used to a culture where blood is normal...
...but not dust? She didn't seem to put the pieces together that the dust in the 'snowglobe' (horrific implications btw) could be Gerson's body until Kris pointed it out to her. After which point she reacted with horror, as if she hadn't expected it, or didn't know that's how it worked?
Let's think about Susie for a moment. What do we know about Susie, now?
We know she bleeds. They made a point of showing it even though Kris bleeds in the same chapter and it's not visibly shown. We know she's considered a brute, more monsterish than those around her. She lays into this fact, playing it up. We know she had a rocky childhood. She's moved houses multiple times in the past. She's given up on trying to make friends.
She doesn't have a tail (or at least, her tail is a nub), and she feels embarrassed about that fact. When equiped with the jevil's tail, she'll say "figured I'd grow one eventually."
Kris used to wear a horn headband in the hopes they'd grow horns like their family, eventually. When Susie sees a picture of them with the headband, she quietens uncomfortably once she realises why.
Susie HATED Kris's guts, even before chapter 1. (From the spamton sweepstakes:)
Whatever they said made her back off and leave. I think she saw herself in them. The outcast. The odd one out in a town full of something else. Something that can't be understood. Is it any wonder she changed her tune when she found out Kris was not her enemy, but understood her? That Kris would leap to defend her, instead? That she thought, surely, this kid hates me for what I am just as much as I hate them for what they are? They don't hate me? They don't think I'm disgusting, a freak of nature, better off abandoned?
Why have we never seen her parents?
Why is it that, when we look away from Kris, we can only imagine "what Susie is up to"? Why no one else? Why can we see her, but not exert enough control to impact what she does? Why is our soul able to fight on her behalf without Kris's involvement? Why does she seem to exert control over the story even when it's clearly trying to be bent in favour of the player's decisions?
Yeah they aren’t sure why or how they’re here.. also i accidentally deleted the first post but uhhh 😭ask them anything chat… there might even be.. a future storyline…
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER-THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
