This Too, Is Yuri

1993 Mario: My brother is way too into conspiracy theories can someone help him?

Anime Mario: I think my brother has a gambling problem...

Supershow Mario: My brother is allergic to mountains.

Movie Mario: My brother and I have separation anxiety please help :D

Game Mario: My brother is the best and I stood on his foot :(

the first time I read chapter 5 of your University AU, I thought Brenda wore roller skates as a barista. Now I can't get the idea out of my head XD

And thanks to you, I'm now convinced Brenda plays in a roller derby team >:D Brenda is such a badass !!

the angel isn’t Noelle. It’s the player.

Firstly, the angel is a prominent figure in both undertale and deltarune. Your existence is heavily implied in both games and is pretty much canon. In deltarune it’s obvious kris is being controlled, and in undertale flowey acknowledges that his world is a videogame, and you are stated to be separate from frisk and separate from chara. Now that we’ve established the players existence, why sre they the angel? Firstly, the undertale prophecy for the angel days that when the angel returns, the underground will go empty. This could make sense in both genocide and in pacifist. This leaves three options for undertale’s angel: you, chara, and frisk. But wait! The angel is from the prophecy of the deltarune, and is seemingly far more prominent in that game. It would make sense for the angel to be a connector between undertale and deltarune, wouldn’t it? And who connects the games? You. Secondly, in deltarune, some may use the fact that noelle and dess made angel sculptures for their father at some point as evidence for her being the angel, but its lack of facial features could very well be pointing at the angel looking like anything, the anonymity of the player. Who knows, maybe that’s why the vessel doesn’t have a face. The deltarune prophecies of the angel say the three heroes will “banish the angel’s heaven”, in pther words seal away the angel and their world at the end of deltarune. And what happens at he end of a videogame? It ends, and so does your connection to it. You can no longer access the world past then. Sure, you can load a save file, but one way or another that is the last point in the timeline you will appear. This means that regardless of what happens, the player is banished at the end of deltarume, along with our world’s connection to it. Thus, the angel’s heaven is banished. The angel is also worshipped like a deity in the most popular religion of hometown, so it would stand to reason the otherworldly being with godlike powers (see: player is canon and can manipulate time and cant die) , AKA the player. My next piece of evidence is Spamton. 3 known characters thus far in deltarune are aware their world is fictional: Jevil, Seam, and Spamton. Now, Spamton wants to reach “heaven”, and in order to do this he wants the soul, the player’s connection to the game, implying heaven is reality. The further this idea, spamton seems to have once been controlled by a player like entity who “pulled strings”, etc, the connection is obvious. So, spamton wants to find this analogy for the player, who is in “heaven”, the place angels reside. Adding on to religious connection with angels, after speaking to father Alvin in hometown he tells kris this:

“Let the angel’s power light your way”whose power is controlling Kris? The player’s.

some other popular theories i’ve seen for who the angel is include Chara, Asriel, and Noelle. I will make a separate post later if i feel like it because idk i can be lazy with my counterpoints to those theories

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Bedtime For A Little Sprout

Honestly tho theorizing about Deltarune is fun, but we gotta admit we’re working on next to nothing here. Like…comparing it to Undertale, we’re at the end of Snowdin here. We’re trying to piece out Asgore’s identity from the tiny hints from Toriel and put together the whole story based on NPC dialogue. Sans is still just some guy; we don’t have the slightest inkling that Frisk isn’t the fallen human we name. For some reason we’ve collectively decided that Glyde is our favorite character

Andy stared pointedly into the glowing eyes of the affini sharing her table, daring them to prove her right. It would be an easy victory for "Wisteria Salashi, Fourth Bloom," should she decide to take it. Andy was under no illusions about her ability to resist any of the countless tools Wisteria had at her disposal--the xenodrugs, the hypnosis, even just prolonged exposure to her biorhythm. But if she could count on anything, it was her domineering friend's pride. That was the game, and she was winning.

Wisteria just sighed, the scarlet vines composing her chest folding inwards slightly along with the loud exhalation. All five of the eyes embedded in her "face" closed, and one titanic hand reached up to rub the bridge of her not-nose. It was a shockingly human gesture. Proof of how far Wisteria had come since moving into terran space.

"What's wrong, Wist? Afraid of showing your empire's true colours?" She tried her best to sound innocent, and failed. Each word dripped with the smirk slowly pulling at her lips. Behind her friend, a set of floret servers in overly cutesy orange-and-pink floral dresses had paused their rounds to gape. A few of the diner's other patrons, humans and affini alike, had also glanced after hearing the sigh. No matter. Witnesses would just make the victory all the sweeter.

"Really, Andy? You're taunting me with a feralist talking point?" Wist's response came slowly, as she completed her exasperated display and stared down at Andy with disbelief and... hunger? "You do understand that I could use that as a reason to domesticate you, without violating your rights as an independent at all?"

Ooops. "Ah, but we both know I don't really believe that," she retorted in a sudden flash of anxiety.

"Then why, dearest acorn, did you think this was a good idea?"

Her mind reeled slightly. What did Wist mean? It felt like the whole impulsive plan was crumbling around her. But she had known why she'd pushed when she had. This had seemed like a good idea then. Frost and fire, it could still be a good idea. She just had to make it work, and then she would finally be the winner in their daily sparring matches. Time to dig in.

"If you're so frustrated by this, then what's stopping you from domesticating me?" Wisteria's eyes were unreadable, dazzling ovals that seemed to dance as Andy resumed glaring. That wasn't fair. Hers couldn't do that. And they were so beautiful. And deep. And wow. Wisteria blinked with a slight chuckle, forcibly breaking their eye contact for a second. Wha- right. Andy continued. "I know you want to, so desperately. It's why you come here every day. And all that's stopping you is my explicit lack of consent." She folded her arms over her chest, the sleeves of her jacket making a satisfying rustle as a flared nose finished her picture of defiance.

Wisteria leaned forwards, towering over Andy as she closed the distance. The expression on her face had turned distinctly predatory. Andy yelped despite herself, before returning to her best facsimile of resoluteness. "Do you want me to domesticate you?"

The way her voice squeaked in response was horrifically undignified. "N- no! No, I don't! I-"

She was cut off by a purred pronouncement, silenced by the forest of thorny teeth curling into a cruel smile. "You've been coming here too, little one. Every day, just to meet with me. I think you do want it."

"You- you can't! Unless you break the rules! Which-"

"Which means you win? Because you've proved I don't care about them?" Her voice rolled like sap, slow and irresistible. Andy had the horrible feeling that she had messed up somehow. "Isn't it cute that they only way for you to win is on my leash?"

Frost. Frost frost frost frost. How had this gotten so out of hand?

"It's almost like you want me to take you."

Maybe she could still pull this together? Not be the flustered one for once in her storming life?

"To wrap my vines around your neck and never let go."

No. She didn't want that. Didn't she? Wisteria was so close, her eyes were so bright. The rest of the restaurant had stopped existing.

"Turning you into my little pet, my little plaything, forever and ever."

She was blinking so fast. It didn't help. Her mind was filling with that light.

And then it was gone. Andy shuddered, confused, the world slowly fading back in. What had happened? Wisteria was sitting back, leaning away from her, a satisfied expression on her beautiful face. The glow in her eyes had faded, and they were back to their normal burnished sheen. Part of Andy twinged in disappointment at that. But that didn't matter. As memories slowly folded back into her mind, she realized she'd lost. Again. Frost, she was hopeless.

"It's funny, you know?" Wisteria was speaking. Andy's head whipped up towards them, gaze refocusing.

"Wuh-- huh?" Eloquence had always been once of her strong suits.

"You could already be my floret, domesticated and then hypnotized to not remember it. And you would have no idea." Wisteria wasn't even looking at her while talking, focusing instead on swirling an oversized glass of some affini beverage. If Andy wasn't so busy panicking, she would have found the image strikingly beautiful.

Full consciousness crashed back in an instant, mind returning and immediately flying into overdrive. "I'm not, am I?" Andy frantically began searching through her memories, desperately hunting for proof of her lauded independence. What had she eaten for breakfast that morning? Where did she work? Were the answers real? Could she know??

Wisteria chuckled, still looking away. "There's only one way to find out, my acorn."

"And what's that?" Her heart felt tight. Panic still held her in an iron vice.

The towering affini pushed the chair back, and stood. However much she had dwarfed Andy while sitting, standing just made it worse. She held out a hand. "It's time for us to go now, pet." Her voice was iron, commanding, sweeping through Andy. With the turmoil in her head, there was no refusing the order.

Tentatively, anxiously, but obediently, Andy stood and walked over to take Wisteria's hand. Vines snaked out, binding her wrist and upper arm with a surprising gentleness that still lacked any give. There was no escape. Wisteria started to walk. Andy quickly began jogging along, barely keeping up with her friend's(?) massive strides. After the hypnotic display, a solid third of the patrons watched them go. Most of the humans were gaping in open desire. She blushed, hard.

Wisteria swung the door open, and Andy quickly followed out into the street. Her mind was still churning, struggling to catch up with how quickly things had gone wrong. Wrong? Had they gone wrong? She didn't know anymore. Gathering enough thoughts to ask a question took until they reached the train station, where she was picked up and placed firmly on a viney lap. That silenced her for another long moment, until she finally spoke up.

"Wist?"

There was no response; Wisteria didn't even acknowledge that anything had been said.

"Wisteria?" Andy turned to look up at her. Still, nothing. Her shoulders clenched. She had lived in under the compact her entire life, she had been surrounded by affini media and books, to say nothing of having watched many of her friends and acquaintances fall to domestication over the years. She knew what Wisteria was waiting for. And as hesitant as she was to say it, she had to know.

"....mistress?"

A wide grin spread across the affini's face, and she looked down at the girl in her lap. "Yes, my acorn?"

Andy felt herself tremble. This was not how she had imagined the conversation going this morning. But nothing felt real anymore. She didn't even know if her hab unit was real. The train was traveling the wrong direction for her, but she didn't know if that was right either.

"Did you-- Am I a floret?"

"Not yet, dearest. But we're going to change that right now. After how adorable you were today, I couldn't believe I'd held myself back for so long."

Andy whimpered, but did not resist.

RIP Shelly Duvall

when I saw that she died, strangely the first person I thought about was the person who runs and updates this fan account on twitter. For years they have visited her and spent time making sure she was looked after and comfortable. As sad as her passing is, it’s nice to know she was cared for and treated with dignity and love in her final years and days.