Do you have any thoughts on darkmarxsoul's attempt at debunking Narrachara?
Little bit of story time :
I was actually online on Reddit back when this was posted, and saw it in "new" on the r/Undertale subreddit & quickly read through it just a couple hours after it was published.
Funnily enough, every single point made in that post was something that i had already addressed and disproven in UNAP a few months prior. (UNAP is an analysis project of mine regarding the UT narrator, currently 300+ pages of pure text long, still unpublished.) To be blunt, Dark's post didn't bring up any new points to the table at all as far as NarraChara theory is concerned, it was really just regurgitating older remarks from other people over the years in a more formatted way. So it was never much of a 'debunk' there anyways...
I actually remember sitting there in front of my computer for a good 5-10 minutes, wondering wether or not i should copy paste all of the relevant parts of UNAP into the comment section since well, i had already written out everything so that wouldn't take more than 20 seconds to do.
But at the time, i had just gotten done with a big UT lore related argument already, and you could clearly see from the comment section that OP was an extremely stubborn (and honestly kinda toxic ?) person. Meaning that given the sheer size of what i would be pasting, i might be signing myself into at least 10h of Reddit arguing before they'd be convinced which didn't sound very fun for me at the time.
Since at that point, i checked their profile history and saw that OP had barely just recently gotten back into Undertale a few weeks prior & that i also didn't really wanna spoil contents that were to be part of UNAP that early, i eventually figured that it wasn't worth the effort and just let it be instead. In other words, i got lazy, imagining that this person would either eventually realise the problems with their post by themself or (more likely) just lose interest in the topic altogether.
Unfortunately, as it turned out, i was wrong about that last part.
Dark later on went out to become an active, but also one of the most insulting and toxic (& often confidently-stating-openly-incorrect-things-in-a-lot-of-topics) member of the UT theorist community on not only just Reddit, but also a few other media like Twitter as well. (Although never quite reaching the toxicity level of a certain other person either.) I don't intend to be rude to Dark's nor to sound entitled here, but they are frankly just not a good theorist neither by game knowledge nor by their behavior with others and i would be being dishonest if i pretended otherwise here or just ignored the "toxic behavior" part of them altogether.
Frankly, now, i kinda regret that i didn't prevent all that from happening when i had the chance... Maybe if i hadn't gotten lazy that day and pasted a response as soon as it was posted, things could have turned out a bit different for them.
Honestly, I sort of blame myself for letting darkmarxsoul become what they are now.
But well...
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🏺 — doing or wearing something relating to ancient history.
𝕾𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘
The remnants of a bulwark south of Tharl Oom Khash, the Sothton Walls were once a shared line of defense for men and dragons against ferocious beasts that would migrate to the Churning Mists with the changing seasons.
While the knights regarded this as a solemn duty, the dragons considered it more akin to a recreational sport.
(Thank you for the ask!)
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It wasn't easy, but Kyrie managed to shake their pursuer after a tense ten minutes. Now successfully hidden behind a set of crates in an Eriol alleyway, the alraune surreptitiously peered out from the side to confirm it. The misty being that looked so much like their former self was facing away, completely off their track.
Unfortunately, they also realized it was too early to celebrate. Someone else entered their field of vision, and Mistrie turned its head to look at her as well. The moment it took a step in the stranger's direction, Kyrie scrambled up and sprinted in its direction.
"Look out!" Kyrie called out to the stranger as they ran, then made a valiant effort to tackle Mistrie. It went intangible and invisible right on time, and Kyrie dropped painfully to the stone ground instead.
"...Fuck..."
★ @hanabisays
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《 01. 𝖱𝖤𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖯𝖲 & 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪 》
𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 long-term relationship was with a man by the name of Rooney and began shortly before his graduation from secondary school, after an extensive period of friendship, spanning nearly the entirety of his schooling ⸻ and not long after his official, tense, coming out. It was a timid, uncertain, but sweet affair; a chaste kiss on the cheek and a whispered confession under the shade of a courtyard tree, where no eyes cared enough to turn their way. It was perhaps the happiest Kyle had been in his life up until that point: a best friend and longtime crush become lover ⸻ truly the ideal dream for most, no ?
Following the rather lukewarm response from his parents to his coming out, Rooney became the closest thing he had to a home where Kyle felt he could be his truest, most honest self. After his enlistment, Kyle's visits home were most spent in his company, when his family didn't absolutely demand his attention ( which typically only truly happened around holidays and his birthday ). Despite their clear and vocal disapproval, Kyle's parents didn't, and still don't, love or respect him any less, treating Rooney with the kindness and respect that they would a partner of the opposite sex ... on the surface; the undercurrent of discomfort still hung faint and unspoken in the room around them anytime Kyle would bring Rooney to visit ⸻ which, needless to say, was not often, despite most visits passing pleasantly, well, even.
Despite the feelings of his parents, Kyle's extended family ( those Kyle's age and younger, at least ) took to Rooney like fire to a pyre, melding him into the family as if he belonged. It was peaceful. It was comfortable. Soon enough, the disapproval of Kyle's family began to roll off his shoulders when the majority of his family was present, only the small, intimate visits weighing with discomfort.
For years, their relationship remained strong and even grew stronger. They kept in contact regularly, Kyle making sure to phone him whenever he was free and able, texting while he wasn't actively working or otherwise engaged. The distance stung, but it was bearable. After just two years of service, they were able to afford a flat together, with Rooney responsible for his own necessities while Gaz was away. Shortly after Gaz's promotion to sergeant, he was able to afford not only a larger, nicer flat, but he was also able to pay the rent on his own, leaving Rooney to finally focus on university and work part time to afford necessities and spending money. A risky arrangement, but Kyle trusted Rooney more than he trusted anyone in the world; he'd never do anything to hurt him.
Oh, how foolish he had been.
Shortly after elimination of Major Hassan Zayani in Chicago, Kyle took the awarded leave with high spirits, prepared to not only surprise Rooney at home, but to share the news ⸻ as much of it as he was legally allowed, at least ⸻ with the one person he wanted to see most. But what greeted him upon arrival was not the smiling, pleasantly surprised face of his lover, but the face of that lover, sweating and white as a sheet as he was caught red handed with another man in their bed.
Kyle had wanted to rage, he'd wanted violence ( he'd wanted bloodshed ) ⸻ but he did none of them. Instead, he'd simply turned on his heel and left, ignoring the shouts of his name, the half-assed apologies ( lies, his brain had hissed ), and gotten back into his car, driving until his vision was too blurry to clearly read the traffic signs, until he had no choice but to let out all of the emotion bubbling, boiling, BURNING in his chest, poisoning his insides like venom. His outburst was violent, noisy, and so distinctly out of character, he was somewhat relieved he was alone. He needed a new phone by the end of it, smashed and broken beyond repair in a fit of rage at the repeated, insistent calls from the last person he ever wanted to hear from again ( did he even want him alive ? ).
He'd stayed in a hotel that night, gotten a new phone and a new number the next morning. And just a few short hours later, the fee was paid for an early termination of his lease, and his valuables were removed from the flat while Rooney was in class, only a note left behind explaining how much time he had to vacate the premisis, and to sell anything in the flat he didn't wish to keep ( and a thinly veiled threat of what would happen, should he ever attempt to contact him again ).
He'd spent the rest of the day with his parents ⸻ who, thankfully, had very little to say about the abrupt end to his relationship other than offering their sympathy for his broken heart ⸻ and the evening and night drinking with the cousins that were available on such short notice.
The next morning, Kyle was back at base. Five days early.
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I will free Azula from the mental institution and  with her freedom I will also deliver to you the heads of those who resist
And what am I supposed to do with their heads? Hang them on the wall? A soup? Only Earth Kingdom savages decapitate people. Just burn them like a normal person.
Also, you don't need to bother. Azula already escaped on her own from the shrink after they found Ursa and her lover. I don't blame her for running away as far as possible. Ikea is a degenerate obsessed with Ursa, I don't want him in the same room as my daughter.
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So not only do I get ridiculously tired midway thru my shift but I also get COLD like. I have this big puffy coat and wool hat I use for going in the freezer and sometimes I get so cold I just have to wear them in the kitchen. All bundled up and shivering while literally everybody else is wearing t-shirts. So that's cool.
And I got blood work not long ago about the tiredness and everything seems to be fine?? The cold I just chock up to me being fucking tiny and when yr tired, your pulse slows and u cool off🤷 Still weird and shitty tho
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Nine times out of ten, if I see someone talking about 'misogyny' and 'sexism' on tumblr, it's going to be about 'oh sexy bad' and coming out of the mouth of someone who's effectively a political lesbian who thinks the very existence of tits, hips, and sexual attraction (towards women specifically) are the root of all evil, but also thinks that their position gives them carte blanche to be a bigot against Literally Everyone.
No, I'm not joking. I have seen one of these types go on a huge wank about how 'they were going to fix this teenage girl design' by obliterating every curve on her body until she was a rectangle (one of which they upped the ante on by going full in on transphobia) and then following that up with doing five pieces of art of her same age boyfriend in his underwear w/ complete focus and emphasis on his bulge and pecs.
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