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Jasmine Vine, lead programmer of Hollow Knight & Silksong just transitioned!! I'm so happy for her!❤️🏳️⚧️
her bluesky header & icon are so cute too 🥰
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Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)
Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)
Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)
Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt
“And if you’ll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, I’ll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A year’s supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!” Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.
“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”
--
Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.
“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.
“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.
--
Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.
Sorry but it's not complete without...
Kris and the soul are one and the same, and that's why Kris hates it so much
a long-winded diatribe
This is my hill to die on.
Kris is not possessed by an extradimensional heart-shaped ghost, Kris is a lost teenager full of self-hatred, inner conflict and self-control issues.
The body and soul are two parts of Kris. The soul does not take agency away, it is agency. The soul is not Kris's possessor - it is Kris. The soul is not the player - Kris is the player because they have the soul. And that's exactly what Kris hates.
THE PHRASING
First, we choose everything. Our body, our mind, our likes, our name. And then we hear:
This is the statement of theme. Front and center. What this game is about, is choice to be who you want, or lack thereof.
to paraphrase, "You (player) are Kris. You like what you like - whether you like it or not. You want what you want - whether you want it or not. You have many needs that you don't need. You didn't choose your name or species, and most definitely not your fate. You didn't choose yourself, but that's who you are."
Kris is not a blank slate, but they are still you. If you don't like being Kris - how fortunate! You have that much more in common!
Narration repeatedly conflates you and Kris, speaks of your body parts acting on their own. The soul, too, is phrased both as "Kris's SOUL" and "Your SOUL".
Many claim the narration is unreliable, but ignoring verbatim text is an easy way to justify anything. Narration has never provably lied to us thus far.
Ralsei, too, drops these gems right at the beginning of the game:
And this is what we see in a book:
What if they don't lie? Would the game still have sense and thematic weight?
WHEN AND WHO DOES KRIS DISOBEY?
There are few things we actually choose, and most of those we end up doing more or less literally. Most player options are what Kris can conceivably think of and say.
Many options will be mumbled, rephrased or resisted - which is something real people also do. Have you never struggled to say something, even if you mean to? Have you never started saying a sentence, only to realize it's kind of fucked up and corrected yourself?
Have you noticed other characters do it as well? Sometimes they even have a different font for it. Noelle does it a lot.
The more emotional conflict Kris has over an action, the more likely it will fail. Of course Kris would be tempted to look at their brother's love letters, look in his room in Queen's palace, or read a book on humans. Of course they'd also have difficulty doing so.
Why couldn't we read the letters before? Why only now? Because that's not a thing Kris would do. Not then. They didn't feel like it.
VISUAL METAPHOR
In any other piece of media - without the baggage of Undertale's meta commentary, if you saw a character rip their heart out and toss it in a cage, what does that mean?
Would it help the case if they're a traumatized, alienated, mentally ill teenager with a broken family?
They feel like shit, so they lock their heart away and indulge in some pie. When the most powerful adult in town makes them betray their friends, it will at least ease the pain to toss it in a box and get shitfaced on chocolate syrup. If you must obey, it's easier if you can't refuse, if your volition isn't home.
When Susie asks to walk her home, "not now" really sounds more like "we don't wanna end the chapter quite yet" - much like previous chapters. But it still feels bad to say "no", so Kris immediately regrets this choice, gets rid of their agency and complies.
What does it mean to beat your heart up? Does it matter, that Kris does it while Noelle - their old best friend and crush, flirts with Susie - their new best friend and crush? When Noelle calls them weird, says their cherished moments were forced? When they're busy betraying Susie at the same time?
What about after doing something really, really wrong to your friend?
All of this begs the question - why would Kris do any of these horrible things? Why would the player do any of these horrible things? I don't know. I didn't, after all. I walked Susie home and never played snowgrave. But there are people who do, and Kris can be like them, too.
***
Within Undertale's baggage of meta commentary, Kris is the Chara parallel. We know they're capable of (becoming) far, far worse with no player involvement.
None of these are conventional ways for video game protagonists to behave, but Deltarune is hardly conventional. It's also not the first, Disco Elysium's protagonist has at least 27 voices in his head, and the player is one of them.
ASCETISM
Kris will not love themself of their own volition. Why would Kris think they deserve to be happy?
They don't. That's why Kris refuses to play piano. "Concert for you" - a concert for Kris, the only kind of music that they deserve. But they will play on two occasions: 1. The soul is gone - and with it, emotional turmoil 2. They have no other choice - the best excuse under the sun God forbid they enjoy themself.
Of course their room is plain, it's a visual reminder that Asriel is so much better than us. In trying to emulate their angel of a brother, Kris only ends up a horned devil child. Toriel's room is locked to keep the sweets from us. They can't have nice things because they're a sinner - something the town priest does not believe in, but Toriel does, Asriel did, and so Kris probably does too - whether they want to or not.
It takes Susie to get us the first wall star and clean up the bloodstain. Ralsei gives us our fully decked out room.
Susie and Ralsei have similar struggles with their sense of self-worth. Susie's room is even more barren, she hasn't known much love in her life and can only express her needs by force or threat. Ralsei's is just a cell - he has no compassion for himself and must learn that he deserves comfort at all.
Ralsei going splat on the floor is funny and all, but he does it for pretty sad reasons.
Susie and Ralsei don't lock all their niceties away so an extradimensional meta-entity can't spy on them. They don't have niceties to lock away. Neither does Kris.
SPAMTON
Spamton is no counterexample.
Spamton's one real signifier of unfreedom is the strings, which could mean many things. He thought power would make him free, but power comes with strings attached, said almost verbatim right as the fight begins:
Spamton is a puppet. There's no mention of a puppeteer. He didn't choose to be this way, and he does not like it. He thinks, if he becomes big enough of a shot, somehow his Spamtonhood will pass too - but he can't choose that.
No split personalities, no foreign entities talking for him. His new body and even its conspicuous pop-out heart-on-a-string both have the same face, his face, as if to make it more obvious.
He is a chained prisoner inside himself, a cage for his own soul. Spamton can see his strings, but everyone has their own. Agency is a very scarce resource in Deltarune.
So, where now does Spamton want to obtain his agency?
Oh, right. The game does, after all, tell us numerous times that the SOUL is a source of agency.
Something we do actually see, is Spamton addressing the heart as Kris, and still implying they are not free:
Silly strings, garbage can and heart on a chain being obviously himself projecting onto Kris.
PINK
Pink is a lot less ambiguous.
She is composed of a soul and body, but they are the same person most of the time. They split when the soul's fears and body's desires conflict.
Pink has visible strings like Spamton.
There is not even room this time for a spooky off-screen puppet master, no mysterious phonecalls, no ties to Gaster or the Knight. The only puppeteer here is the ghost, who is also Pink herself.
She's repressing her feelings, that's all. And how does she receive closure? Learning to accept her own duality - acknowledge both her body and soul's needs.
Much like Kris, Pink also wants to belong within a group (monsters/flowers) that is not her own kind (human/ghost).
***
In neither of the above cases is the soul a harsh master usurping control. It's always a prisoner. The body is the cage. But the body is also you.
CONCLUSION
The soul is Kris, and it is Kris's agency. Kris has the power to choose, that's why they are the player character.
This reading is the most consistent with the text, relies on the fewest assumptions, and it's the one that underlines its central themes and emotional arcs, rather than get lost in theorizing about extradimensional possession or guilt-tripping the player.
Making the player into a foreign entity, extracts all the most interesting parts of Kris - the internal conflict, self-hatred, emotional back-and-forth - and offloads it onto conflict with an external force.
The notion of agency, choice and freedom in Deltarune is a lot more nuanced than "freedom=choice=agency is when noone tells you what to do and it's good". We are repeatedly shown characters, who are prisoners of their own mind, who become less free by pursuing freedom, who find freedom in constraints, or who refuse to be free, whether it's good for them or not. Agency is not always what you want, and not always what you think.
You may not like seeing it, but still, it's what they call "you".
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before I was diagnosed with “gender dysphoria” and “transsexualism” I got a hysterectomy. this was not easy— medical misogyny exists and I had to assert repeatedly that i didn’t want children and I was married with a spouse who didn’t want children and that I had tried a “less invasive” solution first. all this sucked. it was paternalistic and condescending and led to me suffering for years for zero reason.
however. if I hadn’t gotten the hysterectomy back then and was trying to get one now, it would be harder. after becoming recognized as trans in medial systems, legally I would need two separate psychiatric professionals to write letters affirming I’d been under their observation, that I was mentally stable enough to know I wanted the surgery, and that they also believed it was necessary. and I would need to find a surgeon willing to operate on trans people.
like this is the difference. the literal procedures involved in medical transition are not exclusive to trans people. the difference is that these procedures are gatekept from us.
that’s why all the laws banning trans healthcare (in the US, I haven’t read legislation elsewhere) are framing it as only banned when someone has a “gender dysphoria” diagnosis. the point isn’t to stop performing the actual procedures, the point is to deny trans people healthcare because we are trans.
saying “trans people don’t need surgery” is like saying “cis people don’t need surgery.” like obviously not every cis person needs every surgery. but cis people have the right to surgery. and trans people deserve the same right.
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Great Wizard, please have your tower checked for any leaks of dangerous chemicals. I fear that you might be affected by the infamous "carbon monoxide"
My Tower Got Filled With Carbon Monoxide And Now I Can Only Communicate Via Manwha Titles! (BL)
This might be the funniest reply I’ve ever seen in my life
I AM WHEEZING
PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS OMFG
baseball interviewers will ask "how do you throw the ball so good" and Mariners players will casually drop that they have a headmate who plays the game for them
Bocchi the Rock! OP 1 (Beta Cut)
kiliel yuri. life could be a dream
bonus: tauriel's thought process
i could be the one to make you quit late nights, when you feel like shit i could make you feel so damn alone
in the black on black or the white on white it don’t matter what you wear when you die, right?
FFXIV Write // Steer
The air was choked with heat and smoke, the din of clashing steel echoing through the paths and corridors as soldiers pushed on further and further. The initial frontal assault on Castrum Meridianum was always just one part of a two-pronged attack, and now that the so-called Warrior of Light had upheld their end of the deal and the magitek barrier had been disabled, what was once a feint now became a real threat.
And so, it was up to them to make do on the threat. It was up to us.
"I wonder," Ilysa shouted over to the rest of us, "how much longer do you think before the Empire surrenders this position?" She held her planisphere (so much as one ever does) to her right, running alongside us and looking down to find a line of soldiers who had pressed the rest of the Flames.
"Ain't bloody likely!" Renolt shouted right back, keeping his pair of blades close. "They know how important th' position is, they won't surrender unless they're made to!"
Dameron and Nenera had nothing to add to that, following up behind me. I was about to check with them before Lanna, who had leaned ahead, had made to duck behind cover and motioned to the rest of us to do the same.
"It's a big unit," they called out to us. "From here, four magitek armors. Couple of dozen soldiers. They want to clear us out." They turned to look at me. "It's on you, Red. Our men could overrun theirs, but not with those armors with them. What do you say we give them hell?"
I remember feeling myself grin as I looked to the others.
"Right. Ilysa, give Ren and Lanna a little boost. Dameron, you rain some hell to give Ren a shot at one of 'em. Lanna, see if you can't briefly commandeer one of their machines to cause problems. Nene, once Lanna's clear, burn 'em." I drew my sword and readied my shield, confirming my instructions with everyone with a nod.
"Right, Red," Ren fired back as he started to pull some throwing daggers from his belt. "So what are you gonna do?"
"I'll be right there with you."
What followed always was a bit of a blur.
It's hard to really key in on things; we've always just trusted each other to have each other's backs. I saw Ilysa draw cards and pass blessing both to Renolt and Lanna. As soon as Dameron's massive fireball caused the Imperial ranks to shake for just a small moment, one of Ren's daggers had found purchase right through the neck of one of the pilots.
Nenera and I moved to draw attention, getting quickly behind cover and providing enough of a distraction for Lanna to swing around, quickly leaping up to the disabled pilot's machine, reaching in, grabbing the controls and letting loose on the Garleans themselves. Dashing out from cover and cutting through the line of soldiers with other Flames at my back, Nenera's Ruby followed through and unleashing hell upon the remaining armors as Lanna fell back.
And amidst the chaos, pressure from all of us on the now-scattering force was all that was needed. A few well-placed cuts to fuel lines and joints from my sword and the encouragement of levin, wind and ice joining soon after the explosions were the only things we needed to disable the machines. And so, we charged ahead.
Or in any other case, we would've charged ahead.
A small pain that I'd dismissed in the back of my skull, now radiated throughout my head. The deeper we got into the Castrum, the deeper the feeling had got. I had dismissed it as a lack of rest, but this wasn't just a headache. It felt like I was being pulled.
Pulled away.
As we advanced, I stopped, and clutched my head, and looked ahead in the distance. My breath caught and I was filled with what I could only call dread. Ilysa and Nenera, who had been tending to the lightly wounded in the back, caught on, and Nenera was with me first.
"Cel, love, what's the matter? Why've you stopped? Are you hurt?"
"…Something's wrong, Nene." My eyes were fixed forward.
"Well, it's war; I'd hope—"
"No. Nene, listen to me," and I crouched to meet her eye level, hands on her shoulders, though I could still not bear to look anywhere but into the depths of the Castrum. "Something is wrong. Something feels wrong. We need—we have to retreat."
"Retreat? Love, are you mad? Th—"
I had finally turned to look at her.
She never told me what it was in my expression that convinced her. I just remember her looking at me with some level of horror, swallowing, and nodding.
I sounded the call to retreat. Our men seemed confused, at first, but the urgency of the call convinced them of its seriousness.
We'd started to fall back. I like to think it was the urgency with which I was waving men back that convinced them it was serious. Our men had stopped to help the wounded to get back, as well. Among the wounded had been a few Garleans as well, and several Imperial soldiers had advanced… confused as to the sudden ceding of ground. Still, they didn't chase, choosing to gather their wounded.
The pain in my head suddenly felt like it might split it in two.
I yelled to my men to hurry.
One of the Imperial officers met my eyes in the confusion.
I yelled at him to run.
We were told there was a flash of blue and white, right after. None of us remembered.
All we remembered was waking up outside of the Castrum, our wounds being tended to, having been too close to the blast.
...did those Garleans make it out...?
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@evilwizard is this your side gig?
it’s inspirational
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