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I think Deltarune is one of my favourite modern examples of characters carrying their genres with them. Whenever Susie's on screen you're having a grand YA fantasy adventure, meanwhile when Kris is alone it's like "what if H P Lovecraft had been scared of plush toys instead of seafood and Italian people"?
meanwhile Ralsei is starring a greek tragedy where the ending is clear from the start and Noelle is either in a coming-of-age or psychological horror story, route dependent
"When I showed weakness I was less of a man than him, when I lashed out I was just as bad as him."
Domestic horror is a genre that always gets me tingling with misery and glee, that is to say: the home, or house, and the family unit as a source of terror. And a staple symbol of such, particularly chilling, is the dinner table. The video game Bonbon and the song Honey, I'm Home are to me both excellent examples. Bonbon being about the dissonance of an abusive parent being both kind and cruel, and Honey I'm Home alluding the family unit to a cult (post in the works, mark my word) where "Say hello, honey I'm home!" and "Three strikes, honey I'm home!" become not warm greetings when read but threats when sung. Domestic horror.
So imagine my surprise, imagine the chill striking me to my core, when episode nine of the amazing digital circus has a scene ripe with all the hallmarks, and all the roles⦠are filled by himself.
And isn't that so very fitting when Jax has internalized all the worst lessons from his parents and turned the same berating he suffered onto himself, when the guy who feared being just as bad as his father became a bad person. When Jax is both man and not, both the patriarch who abandoned his vulnerable self and the abused closeted housewife who, like his mother, verbally lashes out at himself and at others. Victim and abuser bothā "both kind and cruel"ā the dissonance that this creates not just within others, like it does for Gangle's bittersweet grief for Jax, but also within yourself.
It's fascinatingā even shedding any family metaphors this is an incredible way to show how Jax's internal conflict operates. I'll share my thoughts~
This keep reading cut is my show of mercy to anyone just stumbling upon this, the TADC finale is out what are u doing go watch it
First of all let me give the transcript of what we learned about Jax's family situation. I am not here to lie to you. You can skip if it's all fresh.
"I had a weird relationship with my uh, my parents. They⦠split when I was just starting highschool. Uhh, I was never close with my dad, uh, he was there, he also kind of⦠wasn't? He never seemed proud of me, and I uh, always felt like a disappointment to him, like I could never live up to his standards. And when they split up I just⦠never saw him again.
I thought I got along better with mom but after he was gone she changed. When I showed weakness I was less of a man than him, when I lashed out I was just as bad as him. It was⦠confusing. It was like she missed him, but also hated him⦠and I became the target of all that. One stupid day, I was just kind of⦠fed up with it. I t- I told her something I regret telling her, something deep and personal that I thought would get her off my back. But⦠She- laughed at me. Then she went off on me, and it didn't stop. Personal degrading insults that felt like it went on forever. And despite all that, the- the thing that bothered me most was, at the end of all of it, she⦠hugged me.
I didn't know what to do so I panicked! I pushed off of me with all the force I could. She fell backwards. And she didn't get up. I didn't know if she was just trying to make me feel bad or- I never found out the answer. I just ran, as far away from it as I could. Whatever I did to her, I'll never know."
So, absent parent, emotional neglect and verbal abuse, at the very least. Getting told you're terrible for x and stupid for y, an embarrassment for x and useless for y, sometimes contradicting sometimes not.
Let's try and take it one step at a time by looking at the room: rather empty, big room, one mysterious chained up door and an extra Jax door. Nice house style lamp as the sole, bleak lighting. A dart board, a table and a piano, nothing else, the room barren. Three Jaxes talking amongst themselves at the table in the center while one is in the corner shunned and chained to the piano.
The piano Jax is much less confident than all the others. Submissive, even. He introduces himself as "Don't forget about me! -waves- I can play the piano!" smiling, to which maid Jax goes "You know, if you have to say you can play the piano, it makes you seem like you can't actually play." Middle Jax, with the huge pupils that usually shows Jax go into some kind of emotional overload, then throws a bottle at him and tells him to "just shut up and play!". Piano Jax wordlessly complies, eyes wide and shaking, seeming scared out of his mind.
The three barely get along, but they talk and argue with each other without missing a beat. "Talking like the grown-ups at the big table" playing card games between themselves⦠while the one who cannot fit in with the rest of their attitudes is forced to sit away and seen as a bother. They however seamlessly team up to gang up on others, berating and throwing things at the piano Jax when he talks, as well as telling the thing behind the door to shut up.
Alcohol of course is a staple of parental abuse for a reason. I like the detail here that the inside of the bottle is statics- making the splatter look like it could be anything, even blood. Jax throws a bottle at the other, but it hits the wall beside him, not him, with or without intent to hit him. Jax doesn't mention physical abuse, which isn't to say it couldn't have happened āhis secretive assā, but if nothing else with the way his mom is said to talk to him and lash out I would not be surprised if such threatening acts or words happened while intoxicated. But the question of it mirroring direct experiences he had is irrelevant to Jax having turned to such shows of violence and intimidation- turned into a stereotype of an abusive parent with his shivering child.
He became the symbol of his dad to his mother, constantly being negatively compared to him whether it be about how different or how similar they were. Filling his dad's shoes indeed.
It's notable that Jax seems proud of his piano skills- or at least like he wants to show them off, or even like he wants to use them as a way to change the topic. Maybe even to lighten the mood. He's berated for bringing it up, robbed of any praise or positive reaction, but still told to shut up and play, his music less grating on the ears than his voice. Considering how he says his dad "never seemed proud of him", I think we can pretty easily draw parallels as to how his efforts and talents were never recognized.
What maid Jax said to him could be either something he got told or something he learned by himself, that flaunting your good points don't actually get you positive attention, that proving your skills by demonstrating is just as stressful. Jax ISN'T that good of a piano player, he told Pomni as much, he can only play like two songs. But if that could have gotten him crumbs of recognition he would have jumped on the opportunity to embellish a little and prove himself. And he was left unrewarded for trying, even punished.
Like with throwing bottles, what exactly happened is less important than the impression it left Jax with, because that's the trauma Jax internalized.
Jax has a lot of trouble opening up, a lot of trouble trusting that others won't use things against him. When you're abused sometimes affection can get mixed up into it, sometimes gestures of love like hugs are given by the same person who told you that you're worse than nothingā is it really surprising that it would be hard to trust gestures of care afterwards? Sometimes those gestures look the same as the abuse they faced.
This is Jax's inner suite, the place where he should be most himself and vulnerable, most open and raw. The place that should be a safe space of respite. The home. But it's filled by anger and fear, the arguing drowns out the nice piano.
The locked door rumbles and their voices all raise sharply in unison, "Shut up!", like at the piano Jax. The rumbling immediately ceases, and doesn't start again. The mood changes at the drop of a dime and returns to normal within the second too, everyone is imprevisibly threatening. The harsh treatment happens like routine, fast and done, and is promptly brushed under the rug as they continue with their game as if nothing happened.
The locked door remains mysterious, as the Jax door Pomni opens is another one. Considering this scene only has Jaxes, and how "shut up" was previously said very similarly to a Jax before, my first instinct is that another Jax is locked and silenced behind this door. Like a timeout, like a punishment, like being sequestered in your room or in a closet because it's your parents' house before it is your home and they have all the powers and if they tell you to do something you have no choice in the matter.
But, since this is an abstraction inner world where anything can be manifested, it could just as easily be his parents behind that door, or any big trauma, to which he immediately intensely wants to stop thinking about and distract himself from. Jax hates the piano Jax part of him because it's weak to him, he recoils and seeks to eliminate him because it is a burden to his own mental health and safety in his eyes, and so personally I do believe the door hides an even more vulnerable Jax that he similarly wants to not think about.
The Jax Pomni goes to talk to, the one that reveals his traumas, himself is locked behind another door.
He is fragmented. Parts of him acts in different ways. The toxic masculinity within Jax (who threw the bottle, usually abusive dad coded, who he was relentlessly compared to) and maid Jax (who insists wearing a dress is ironic and things that are lame are gay, who was once again relentlessly compared to his father) arguing is another great part of it, as Jax is overtly implied to have largely unexplored gender issues. Different parts and ways of thinking and defense mechanisms cannibalizing each other, representing different contradicting confusing parts of his life and his own psyche, everything he's ever internalized trying to protect himself turning into weapons to hurt himself with.
And this is the conflict- he says it himself, the different directives on how he should or should not be were confusing. Jax's conflict is that- not knowing how to be. Everything is contradictory and painful and confusingā Which is why being shallow and having shallow relationships is so alluring, why you don't want to think deeper about your feelings and behaviors and trauma- because you wish things were simple. Like, say, wanting to just 'be a cartoon', where nothing matters.
Because a cartoon wouldn't have 6 layers of selves arguing and screaming and shaking within its head. Because the him the she the they would just be an it. Because if nothing matters then maybe he can move forward, because even sitting still in a status quo can feel like progress when all you do is struggle against being dragged backwards.
This is his home within his mind. His parents are both too absent and too present in his life, things are too loud and too quiet, too harsh and not harsh enough. The piano a symbol of chains, the table a symbol of arguments.
This is the home, and at the end of the day, it's empty.
The Amazing Transgenderism Circus [featuring Jaxxine's internalized transphobia & cringe-phobia.] A post-episode 8 "Caine gets a redemption arc & joins the humans as Just One of the Guys" AU that I'm sharing before episode 9 drops.
This comic is here to be Goofy, but I do think Caine's whole deal is meant to tie into the series' overarching trans themes [even if he's not canonically trans.] I think the show's trans themes are broader than a few characters; it's a show about people who are forcibly assigned bodies & names they don't want, forcibly assigned "archetypes" & roles that don't reflect their real selves, and struggle to express their despair around this because their bodies & roles are so ridiculous that their despair is easy to mock. It's safer to play along with your role, when exploring the alternatives can easily make you an object of ridicule. Caine fails to understand Zooble in episode 3 because he is constantly performing the role he was assigned at his creation, and doesn't allow himself to acknowledge his deep insecurity with it-- so he's confused that Zooble can't simply accept the thing they've been assigned. After all, he's accepted what he's been assigned. He refuses to recognize that Zooble is dissatisfied in a way no "adventure" can fix, because that would mean acknowledging the possibility that he could be dissatisfied in a way that no "adventure" can fix. So instead he throws himself into performing an inauthentic caricature of the role he believes is "all he exists" for & is not allowed to ever exist outside of, even as that performance just leaves him feeling "used" "broken" "defective" and overall extremely unhappy. The parallel to the series' Gender themes feels very clear to me. But anyway, I believe all these little guys can figure themselves out eventually.
@castielrisingabove replied to the original post with an attack helicopter reference that sounded like it could be Jax dialogue, so I continued the story. The comic dialogue is basically a reverse of the episode 3 therapy session: also featuring Zooble's later character development and redeemed Caine being slightly better at listening to people. Anyway: silliness.
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The Amazing Transgenderism Circus [featuring Jaxxine's internalized transphobia & cringe-phobia.] A post-episode 8 "Caine gets a redemption arc & joins the humans as Just One of the Guys" AU that I'm sharing before episode 9 drops.
This comic is here to be Goofy, but I do think Caine's whole deal is meant to tie into the series' overarching trans themes [even if he's not canonically trans.] I think the show's trans themes are broader than a few characters; it's a show about people who are forcibly assigned bodies & names they don't want, forcibly assigned "archetypes" & roles that don't reflect their real selves, and struggle to express their despair around this because their bodies & roles are so ridiculous that their despair is easy to mock. It's safer to play along with your role, when exploring the alternatives can easily make you an object of ridicule. Caine fails to understand Zooble in episode 3 because he is constantly performing the role he was assigned at his creation, and doesn't allow himself to acknowledge his deep insecurity with it-- so he's confused that Zooble can't simply accept the thing they've been assigned. After all, he's accepted what he's been assigned. He refuses to recognize that Zooble is dissatisfied in a way no "adventure" can fix, because that would mean acknowledging the possibility that he could be dissatisfied in a way that no "adventure" can fix. So instead he throws himself into performing an inauthentic caricature of the role he believes is "all he exists" for & is not allowed to ever exist outside of, even as that performance just leaves him feeling "used" "broken" "defective" and overall extremely unhappy. The parallel to the series' Gender themes feels very clear to me. But anyway, I believe all these little guys can figure themselves out eventually.
Analyzing TADC's Cast Psychology Based On Their Designs
With Episode 8 confirming that the cast's bodies are reflections of their minds at the moment they put on the headset, I thought it'd be fun to dig into what that tells us about each character's psychology.
Firstly, it's important to note I'm going to be basing this analysis off a few assumptions:
1. The mind-to-body program uses people's conscious identity as a baseline. Nobody's bodies reflect who they truly are, instead they seem closer to how each person perceives themselves, meaning their bodies tend to reflect a lot of insecurities.
2. The mind-to-body program is flawed. This is obvious, as nobody actually LIKES their bodies. Specifically, the program seems unable to differentiate negative and positive ideas of the self.
3. The mind-to-body program uses a snapshot. Again, it doesn't encapsulate all of who someone is, only who they feel they are at the moment they put on the headset. This is important, because our identities are quite fluid, and tend to change based on external circumstances.
4. This was all written off-the-cuff, meaning I'm likely overlooking some important details. Please share your own insights in the comments!
With all that out of the way, here's my read on the "snapshot" the program took of each character's mind:
Jax
A cartoon rabbit who lies through his teeth. I think the most notable detail in Jax's design is that his mind is physically incapable of opening most of the time. He cannot "open up," and the few exceptions to this are moments of instinctive expression, such as when he's laughing, screaming, or choking. I said "lies through his teeth" because I think that's Jax's default state, or more accurately, that's what Jax FEELS like he's doing most of the time. Next there's his connections to Bugs Bunny and Cheshire Cat, two witty tricksters who are smarter than everyone else and toy with people. This is who Jax thinks he is, however an important distinction to note is that characters like Bugs only work because they never initiate conflict, they only defend themselves from bullies in clever ways. There's significant meaning in that. Jax's mind manifested as a sarcastic prey animal who's constantly fending off bullies.
Pomni
Pomni manifested as a diminutive jester, which I think signifies she spent a lot of her life feeling small, and like nobody took her seriously. This aligns with how she likely put on the headset while recording footage for a YouTube video that nobody would watch. Her large, intensely expressive eyes reflect her emotional openness, and her notably coherent and human-like design compared to everyone else aligns with her relative emotional stability. Notably, her body seems to be made of rubber. It's quick to distort in expressive ways when stretched or impacted, but is also highly durable and always snaps back to its default shape. It's a testament to her resilience and sense of self that her body is the ONLY one Caine can't physically disassemble.
Ragatha
A soft, spineless ragdoll that's been damaged and repaired many times. Ragatha is the most blatantly toy-like of anyone within the circus, and that means a lot. A ragdoll can be comforting, but is no replacement for a real friend. It's a plaything designed for children to dress up, project their feelings on, and eventually discard. Most significantly, ragdolls are traditionally fashioned out of old rags that have outlived their purpose, and are meant to be easily repaired when they inevitably take a beating. A "well loved" ragdoll is one that's been repeatedly torn and repaired over years of play. All this paints Ragatha as someone who lives for others while fundamentally devaluing herself. She's easily cut into or torn, but that's ok because she isn't made of anything valuable, and those wounds can be quickly patched over. She is something to be used, and if she isn't being used, she's a failure. I'm not sure it's possible to create a better physical metaphor for the mindset of an abuse victim, right down to her button resembling a black eye.
Zooble
Zooble's body is perhaps the easiest to read of anyone within the circus, as it's their relationship with their body that defines their insecurities. What I find especially interesting though is the way Caine's program seems to have struggled to interpret the unique neurology of a gender-fluid mind, which would have been quite confusing to something made by a static AI like Caine. Were Zooble simply nonbinary, the program would have had a definitive identity to draw from, however because Zooble's sense of self keeps shifting between male, female, and neither/both, the program seems to have ended up latching on to the only constant between these forms: Zooble never feeling QUITE comfortable within their body. Thus it gave her a form that is always changing, but eternally awkward to pilot. His face being limited to just a set of mismatched eyes is also significant, because he often hides his feelings within an abrasive exterior. It takes quite a bit for them to be vulnerable with others, and it's only though helping Gangle that they're able to come to terms with their own insecurities, and eventually open up enough to let Gangle help them back. And of course, the colourful and eye-catching nature of his body suggests Zooble was someone who considered herself difficult to ignore, which aligns with the sorts of social, expressive professions we know they had.
Gangle
Gangle's mask gimmick being baked into her avatar suggests she suffers from an emotional regulation disorder, but that's already been made clear by the show. Her body is notably the most intangible and flimsy of anyone we see within the circus, which aligns with her quiet and unassertive nature. Most interestingly, her body has the capacity to form a wide variety of shapes, which we see her use in expressive ways on those rare occasions when she's feeling confident enough to assert herself. This, coupled with her drama mask motif and her interest in art makes me think Gangle is someone who quietly dreams of being someone important and attention-grabbing, but lacks the confidence to place herself in any such position. This is supported by the way any degree of power or control tends to immediately go to her head. It's what she wants, but she's so unused to having it that she quickly gets carried away and is ultimately left feeling hollow and unworthy. Lastly, I wasn't sure where else to mention this, but Gangle and Zooble being the only two cast members without clothes feels significant to me. I think it suggests either that clothing played little importance in their identities, or that neither one had clothes that they particularly identified with, be it due to Zooble's fluid nature or Gangle's lack of self confidence. Or perhaps they were closeted nudists and I've uncovered the show's deepest lore. Who can say?
Kinger
Note, my observations regarding Kinger are directed at who he eas when he first entered the Circus some 20 years before the show's beginning, not who he is by the time Pomni arrives. Kinger's primary feature is how he entered the circus as one half of a whole. He and Queenie's bodies were literally made for each other, to a point where they can only be eye-to-eye with one another due to their wonky facial compositions. This reflects a real phenomenon that occurs within long-time partners, in which their brains gradually structure themselves to act as a single two-part mind. Say, one will remember names while the other remembers dates, or one will manage the pair's physical needs while the other manages the pair's emotional needs. It allows both minds to be more efficient, but comes at the cost of codependency. Should one mind be lost, the other will find itself unbalanced and struggling to function on its own. The fact that Kinger and Queenie's minds were so intertwined that the program gave them matching bodies perfectly encapsulates this, and also makes Queenie's abstraction all the more devastating. Besides this, other more surface-level observations can be seen in how both take the form of leaders, and what their specific pieces suggest about their relationship. The king piece is important but weak on its own, relying on the more powerful and independent queen piece for protection. The fact that they come from either side of the board could suggest they were mental opposites who fit well together. Their floating hands likely signify a degree of mental detachment from the world around them, their intense bloodshot eyes could suggest a degree of shared neurosis, and their lack of any other features could suggest that neither one was particularly social by nature.
I get that Caineās office is essentially a central database, like a memory bank of some sort. The floating orbs? It's a very clean, organized packets of data.
But also⦠let me be a little sentimental for a second, because projecting onto fictional characters is basically my bread and butter in how I engage with fandom.
The way those memories are presented doesnāt feel purely functional.
Theyāre⦠very curated.
Each orb isnāt just stored. Itās displayed in this beautiful glowing orb. And when you get close, you can hear them like the memory is still alive, still echoing. Thereās something strangely intimate about that. Itās not just archival, itās experiential.
And then thereās the wooden furnishing.
God, that detail kills me a little.
Because he doesnāt have to make it look like that. He doesnāt need aesthetics. He doesnāt need warmth. But he chooses to frame these memories like theyāre something valuable, like bottles on a shelf, like something aged, like something worth revisiting.
Not as just data.
But something to be appreciated.
And that ties directly into his breakdown: how he talks about wanting the others to like him, wanting them to be happy, how heās trying. It reframes everything in that room. Those memories arenāt just records of completed tasks, theyāre proof. Evidence that heās doing his job. That heās worth something.
And then you notice the small things.
The little drawing of the bee, still sitting on his desk. The first one he made, the one he showed Zooble with that unmistakable pride. He kept it. Out in the open. Not optimized, not deleted, not replaced with something ābetter.ā
He just⦠kept it.
Thatās not efficiency.
Thatās sentiment.
And it creates this strange contradiction at the core of him. Weāre told from the beginning of episode 8 that Caine is the first prototype of artificial intelligence and that he was an imperfect model.
But the more we see of him, the more those āflawsā start to look familiar.
The need for validation.
The attachment to memories.
The pride in something small and personal.
Itās almost uncomfortable, how recognizable it all is.
Itās not that Caine feels human despite being imperfect.
Itās that his imperfections are exactly what makes him feel human in the first place.
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