How Did I Summon Everyone Smarter Than Me? - Blog Posts

I'm going to do it, I'll out all the brilliant, profound notes on my half-assed, tired and pretentious ramble.

But first, a much-needed bit of context. I was vaguely aware of some of these, and I am guilty of focusing more on the voices myself. This is because I can do a bad drawing of an aspect of an amorphous bird man and it looks a lot better than if I mess up drawing a woman. I don't draw humans well.

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Some extra things in other reblogs, I can see them all and others should too, these perspectives have shaped my own:

By the way, I like the Shifting Mound more than any other character in the game. Have done for a while, I hadn't considered misogyny being a problem before this post.

Oh, for sure. That route is why I assign colours to the voices in my art. It's fun to imagine them with unique designs.

I shan't say directly what I think they'd look like properly, though, because I want to imply it.

Absolutely bizarre to me that the Princess doesn't get more love; she's amazing and charming in pretty much every iteration, and I wish I could shut those voices up half the time because they make things worse or take ages.

Do you guys think the reason so much fanart exists for the voices is not because of them being great characters (all the characters in STP are), but instead because we spend more time in our own heads than we ever will with a version of the princess?

I get it. They're inherently relatable because they reflect our previous actions through any route and set the tone of each chapter. They bicker with us and are able to see every option we take.

But, maybe the princesses are underrated. As in, she's always an outsider. How quickly would she be more beloved if the voices would shut up and let us do our stuff, or if they were seperate from us?

How then would we judge the impulsive contrarian, the weak-willed hero or the depressed cold? Would we appreciate paranoid were he more than a life support?

Ask yourself that, and ponder it awhile. Don't say it to anyone. Just an hour of your independent thoughts, clear of little voices.