[any pronouns] Call me smiley. Sorry for the unexplained hiatus on the deltarune comics, I've been busy obsessing over... other things... they'll be back eventually!! (Rogue of Heart | Prospit)
Uhh yeah would be super cool if you bought something (also big thanks to @f3lixfl1ck for letting me base the layout on theirs, was a massive help in getting this out there)
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As much as I love krusie and kriselle and krusielle and what have you, after chapter 5 and its emphasis on how the romantic relationships between Kris's friends and family seemingly take priority over their friendships with them feels very much like an aromantic narrative.
The most obvious example of this is Susie and Noelles budding romance. While they absolutely do not mean to push Kris aside and I mean zero shade to them or any of the others I'll be bringing up, it's clear that Kris does feel sidelined and has reason to.
Yes they're included in the festival date and both are happier to have Kris there with them, but they're still the third wheel. Because all the festival activities are designed for two people, depending on what the player chooses Kris very well might just have to watch Susie and Noelle do all the fun stuff while they stand aside. Even if they do get to do some of the activities, at the end Susie and Noelle still have their whole moment at the lake while Kris pretends(?) to sleep on the bench.
And then at the end of the chapter Susie talks about how their special thing, their thing thats better when it's just the two of them, now also has to be her new girlfriends thing. Sure, she has good reason to bring Noelle back on the team. Things are getting really serious, Noelle has experience in dark worlds and has powerful magic, and she's closely related to Carol and therefore at least one shelter code.
Still, based on the way Kris looks after that whole interaction, it's clear that no matter the reasoning, it still feels like their friendship with Susie being sidelined for her new romance with Noelle.
Then there's the new relationship between Toriel and sans. Again, I mean NO shade to these characters. If Toriel wants to experiment with the new guy she likes, she's an adult, and is allowed to do so. If sans wants to bang your mother, thats his problem. This is especially apparent with the added context from chapter 5. Toriel did not lock her kid out of the house, and she did not neglect her child for a man. Kris knows where the spare key is and could have let themself in if not for the plan to go to the church. Toriel knew Kris was out hanging with their new friend as they had been doing for the past few days, and trusted them to be safe.
However, even with all of that context, coming home with your friend after a long day where you both(?) thought your mother could be in danger (it's unclear whether Kris actually knew if Toriel was in the dark world or not) only to find her drunk and dancing with the convenience store guy would be upsetting for anyone.
Then after Kris said they were going to bed, Toriel and sans continued to be loud and disruptive and keeping them from falling asleep, prioritising having fun with each other and disregarding Kris's comfort.
Finally for a good rule of three, there's the relationship between Dess and Asriel. Theres a little less evidence here, but based on the love letters Asriel had for Dess and what pizzapants said about them "practicing" on each other, aka kissing probably, there was something at the very least vaguely romantic going on. Romance that was taking priority over their friendships with Kris, as demonstrated by the fact that Asriel and Dess were practicing kissing instead of practicing their band with Kris, specifically during times they had most likely set aside specifically for band practice due to pizzapants also being there.
This recurring theme of the romances surrounding Kris being seemingly more important than their platonic relationships with those people feels very reminiscent of the aromantic experience, with how people act like romance and partners are inherently more important than friendship, and how because of that aromantic people often feel left behind when their friends and other people they're close to "inevitably" start dating someone.
None of this is me trying to "disprove" ships, again I love them all, I just think this could be an interesting take.
There's an awful trend in reading that's this CinemaSins kind of rejection of abstract concepts and suspension of disbelief, that makes people say it's bad writing when authors use descriptions that aren't immediately one to one with physical reality.
Like it's bad when a "tattoo is undulating" (as opposed to... "drawn in a wave like pattern on the skin"?), or when hair is "wet wheat from a late Summer field" (as opposed to "sort of brownish light yellow that dries lighter, but is not actual wheat stalks growing on someone's head but kind of reminiscent of the color and texture"?), or when when ice cream tastes like midnight at the fair" (as opposed to "ice cream flavour bringing back memories of undefined ice cream flavours that are individually popular but always tied to a memory of late evening at the fair ground and probably smelling vaguely like popcorn and sugar"?).
Please. We have to get back to understanding abstract descriptions that evoke feelings and memories and mental images or things we haven't experienced yet. This hyper utilitarian way of reading and judging text is killing fiction. it's robbing you of experiencing things you haven't actually personally experienced.
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"omg i LOVE it when love between characters is so strong it overrides the boundaries of flesh and selfhood, merging them into some sort of (un)holy chimera" — person who's uncomfortable with the idea of permanently sharing a bedroom with someone else
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In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"
We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines
We will be feeding our grandchildren strawberries and raspberries we grew in our gardens, dragging them along to the farmers' markets for tomatoes and eggs and goats milk and pickles and pecans and salsa and sunflower seed butter and jars of honey, as they complain and drag their feet because Gramma always stands around talking to people for like an HOUR
and we will say "When I was YOUR age, fruits and vegetables came from a supermarket and they were bred to get shipped 1000 miles in a truck and sit on shelves for weeks, and they tasted so sour and watery it was like eating paper compared to these ones. It wasn't even legal in some places to grow your own food"
and they will roll their eyes like yeah yeah just because everything was miserable in the 20s doesn't mean I have to have a smile on my face standing in the hot sun while you listen to that one guy talk about his bees FOREVER
But they will go, because there might be baby goats.
Since I made this post, dozens and dozens of people have left tags telling me that it was the first thing today that made them want to continue living, that it was the first thing that made them consider that they might be okay years in the future, that they might grow old, that it was the first and only post of its kind they'd ever seen—the first post that boldly predicts a future where we make it.
And many other people have been just spitting, foaming at the mouth fucking FURIOUS. How dare I have the audacity to imagine a future where things get better?
Don't I know how BAD things are? Am I not aware of the TERROR and DEVASTATION of climate change and fascism and biodiversity loss? How dare someone be so bold, so callous, as to imagine something other than misery and suicide. How dare someone suggest it will get better. How dare a person propose that there is a future where we will be okay, in the face of so much terror. Hasn't she seen the abyss opening its jaws before us?
the idea that there is hope for the future is the only way we have this kind of future.
there were kids who stayed inside because of the black plague and went on to help cure it.
there were women who sat at home and cleaned the house and dreamt up a world where they could vote and have jobs.
there were kids in the mines who thought up a life outside of it.
there were children who hid in annexes and wrote a diary where they prayed for a future without a terrible man in control
there were slaves who wanted freedom so badly and had hope that it would get better
there were gay people who hid in the corners of clubs and fought back for a future where they could walk down the street together
do you know what all of that has in common? they had hope that things would get better and they made that change. they looked at the world in its cruel ways and fought back.
so now, there are kids and teenagers and young adults and new adults who dream of a world so beautiful and the only amazon their grandchildren know is the rainforest
and it is in everything we do that we find this hope. wishing on dandelions, counting the stars, making our own clothes out of crochet or knit or sewing it, watching the sunset, going to the farmer’s market, feeding the birds, planting seeds.
step by step, we dream up, like our ancestors before us, a beautiful world
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Anyone else thinking about how Important names are to Eridian culture, considering how Rocky addressed himself and Adrian, and what that would mean once Grace got to Erid.
(ignore statements of time i refuse to do the conversions)
Imagine, after decades of your world becoming colder and colder, you are saved. A single Eridian, the only one of twenty three to survive, arrives in an alien ship, accompanied by a creature you can barely conceive.
Everything about the alien is so loud, hinges formed from tissue thumping and stretching in constant movement, even while unconscious. Completely organic, reliant of oxygen and hydrogen. Instead of a protective carapace, it regrows its damaged tissues. It has senses you do not, and technology so unlike your own, both able to utilise a force you have never heard of. The same force that killed almost your entire mission team. Highly adaptable, able to teach itself how to fly its ship in under a week, able to become fluent in the engineer's dialect in less than four years.
And if Erid's best engineer is correct (and there's no reason it wouldn't be), this creature not only managed to breed a predator of the warmth-taker to survive in various atmospheres, including Threeworld's, but also turned around to provide aid when it discovered that the predator could escape xenonite.
And you think: Surely, this creature which protects itself without a carapace, which sleeps so lightly and knows so much and learns so quickly, which saved two planets at the cost of ever returning to its thrum, surely, a creature so extraordinary must have a name to match
And you think: Perhaps it is strength, Mountain-Base or Lonsdaleite-Carapace. Perhaps it is intellect, Diamond-Claw or Lockpick-Mind. Perhaps it is courage, Song-Through-Silence or Path-Carver
And you think: None of these names hold the true weight of what this creature is to them. How do you describe something like that, which aids without expectation of anything in return, which risks its own life for the sake of a species it cannot touch, which performs miracles simply because it was asked.
And then you learn: Your saviour's name is Kindness
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