#The Mind of the Maker

[cultivating-wildflowers]

from The Mind of the Maker by Dorothy L. Sayers

[kris-and-the-pnictogens]

Extended speculation on Undertale and how creative power flows through it, with reference to Dorothy Sayers's "The Mind of the Maker"

copy-pasting some stuff I typed up irregularly on a Discord server

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now…Dorothy Sayers, in The Mind of the Maker, interprets the Holy Trinity in terms of three aspects of creation—she sees these principles in human creation and hypothesizes that they're a reflection of the Trinity.

"The Father" is the Idea, the mental image of the creative work which exists even if it's never actually made

"The Son" is the Energy, meaning here the actual creative energy in molding and shaping materials to yield the desired creation

"The Holy Spirit" is the Power, the power which the creative work communicates to an audience

now, applying that to "Undertale" itself:

the Idea comes from the collective imaginations of Fox and his coworkers

the Energy means the actual process of development

the Power refers to the audience, the massive and ongoing fan community around Undertale and its successor

now…we get to the business of actually playing the game…here I will conjecture that the act of playing a video game (or any game) is itself a work of art. a performance. whether one is alone or streaming for thousands, it's a performance. so…how does Sayers' divisions apply to that…

the Idea would be, I suppose, the desire to play "Undertale" and one's expectations for that playthrough.

the Energy would be the act of gameplay

the Power would be how that gameplay affected an audience (including the player themselves, as a one-person audience)

where am I going with this? if Undertale had power the way Sayers means, then players wouldn't remember it, right? a work of art with no spiritual power to hold an audience is lifeless.

so Undertale has Power. as a result, its characters share in it.

why would anyone write fanfic about the characters? or even just have arguments about them? if we accept Sayers's model of things then the Holy Spirit has, in a sense, breathed life into them. if we view the Holy Spirit as that which bestows life on an inanimate object, like the Velveteen Rabbit say, then...that's mediated by others. consider a single isolated playthrough of Undertale. if Power flowed through the work into the player and bestows a sense of life on the characters, those characters are now, in a sense, alive in the player's awareness. does that make sense?

a process occurs which must bear some analogy with magnetic induction. a changing magnetic field will induce a magnetic field in a neighboring circuit and thus a flow of current, allowing for "wireless" transmission of power. by analogy, the ever-changing feelings which the player has for the characters of Undertale is strong enough to induce a sense of life and feelings in the characters.

with electronically represented characters on a computer, this transmission of power is literal. it must be! some particular loops of electric current on the computer's circuit board, when a particular program is loaded into volatile memory and being run, induces a magnetic field. the human body itself must have some "magnetic moment", for the body is a bag of electrical charge carriers, always moving around in cycles, thus generating a magnetic field.

there must be a physical effect here! an actual transmission of power, physical power

one of the things I try to do is note where it's possible that there are partial physical phenomena at work for things that are thought of as purely spiritual or metaphysical. I think there's a legitimate reason to suspect that there's an actual transfer of physical energy going on between the computer and its user—the absorption of radio-frequency energy through electromagnetic induction.

but I'm just speculating about the physical mechanism. really I'm interested in the spiritual bond—the transmission of the Holy Spirit (as I see it, mind you, in my Catholic model of things) from creator to artistic work (the game) to the player and thence to the game's characters.

I've been trying to rationalize this in order to analyze the phenomenon of why any Undertale player would (for example) feel emotionally devoted to a particular interpretation of the game. if the game had no power, if it were "just a game" or "just entertainment" or whatever the way people are encouraged to think, then that wouldn't even happen.

~Chara of Pnictogen

[criticalamityz]

can't wash you off

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

I just think a holiday romcom movie starring these four would heal me a bit

[mulberrydene]

For the craic…

Hotch without a tie

Tieless Hotch

Hotch sans Tie

Suitless Hotch

Comfy Hotch

Polo Hotch

Hotch with a beard, no tie

Hotch, short sleeve tee

Hotch, Man of many polos

Getting rid of the tie Hotch

[pickedpiper]

OK IT TURNS OUT THERES SOME NEW THINGS AS WELL????

WHOS COB???? WHY IS THERE A NEW RED AREA???? THERE HAS TO BE MORE GOING ON BESIDES NEW MERCH

[fascinationstreetmp3]

there are sooo many problems in armand and daniel's relationship, but this exchange highlights a big one imo: no matter what daniel says, thinks, or tells him, armand rarely believes daniel is telling the truth. armand spent years assuming daniel thought he was lying when he confessed he's never made another vampire, when daniel has believed him the whole time.

armand is told and shown one thing by daniel, but believes another.

he thinks daniel resents him for turning him into a killer, when daniel gets a rush from killing. even if he has trouble disposing of bodies afterwards, he enjoys the act of taking human life, and he wants to stay with armand and keep doing it forever.

armand thinks daniel has never understood or wanted to understand what being a vampire really means, when that's all daniel has ever wanted; he falls in love with the monstrous part of armand, it gives him a thrill to imagine what he does to sate his hunger, he loves knowing that he's killed someone recently, and he asks armand if he can watch him hunt— which armand refuses.

it's why i think when armand says sybelle is the first mortal to ever tell him "i love you", it might not entirely be true...

... or at least, even if he's never said it aloud, daniel must've thought "i love you" over and over during their years together. except armand never believed daniel really loved him, he only loved his blood and his power and wanted it for himself. maybe he believed daniel simply thought he loved him, because he had nothing else. maybe daniel only ever really told him he loved him when he was given the blood, and that confirmed what armand believed. whatever it was, any love that daniel felt was not real in armand's eyes, especially as it began to be eclipsed by a form of hatred, which was partly borne from daniel's frustration at being treated like nothing but a toy and doubting that he meant anything to armand at all.

armand felt he was never truly honest with daniel and his love was possessive and complicated, so he couldn't understand that daniel's obsession with immortality had long ago evolved into wanting immortality specifically by armand's side.

daniel wanted to live forever with armand because he really truly did love him, to the point that it ruined him. but armand could never believe it. and riddled with guilt after turning him, he believed there was no chance daniel would ever really love him now.

[einschlunz]

ofmd season 2

[kdramaspace]

POTW #98: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT vs. SLOW BURN (as voted by our members and followers)

A Piece of Your Mind (2020) | My Liberation Notes (2022) | Just Between Lovers (2017) | Run On (2020) | The Eighth Sense (2023) | One Spring Night (2019) | Do You Like Brahms? (2020)

[taiso]

jarvis cocker (pulp) trading card from melody maker magazine (1995)

scanned from my personal collection ^^

[frankiebirds]

[cultivating-wildflowers]

"It profits a book nothing to gain the whole circulating library, and lose its own soul."

Dorothy L. Sayers, The Mind of the Maker

[thepenultimateword]

Your stuff is so good!! You should write a villain x weapon designer civilian snippet :0

Thank you, thank you, friend! Also, I’m loving the idea of that dynamic, so here you go!

CW: Weapons, unconsciousness, knockout gas

...

“Move and I’ll blow your head off.”

The ridges on the gun's metal barrel dug sharply into Civilian's hand, but they managed to keep their aim and voice steady as they pointed both at the villain in front of them. The criminal was currently backed up against the train doors, hands in the air, gas mask dangling nonchalantly off two fingers.

The villain raised their brow. "What are you some sort of hero?"

"No talking."

"I've never seen you before. I thought I'd met all of the agency's sentinals in white. Though you're not exactly dressed for the position. Maybe you're not--"

"I said no talking!" Civilian barked, taking a step forward and jerking the gun forward menacingly.

"Ok! Ok!" Villain said. They raised their hands higher. “Touch-y.”

On any other day, Civilian would have been like the other passengers, huddled up together in the far corners of the train or pressed back tight in their seats, as if they could disappear by mere force of will. But today, Civilian had been tasked with transporting their newest prototype to the agency for a demonstration. An electro-pulse gun that they’d tested on no less than five watermelons the night before. They were well acquainted with the damage it could do. They’d ripped the thing from its protective case without even thinking.

“I’ve already alerted the heroes to your location,” Civilian said. “So there’s no point in fighting anymore. Stay still until the next station and you’ll be arrested in one piece.”

“You alerted the heroes?” The villain raised both brows high. “How? I jammed the cell signals over the next twenty miles. Unless…” They grinned. “You have some other form of contact. You do work for the agency, don’t you?”

“Have you listened to a thing I've said? No more questions!"

“You’re the one who keeps chatting, darling. What? Nervous?”

Yes. And no. Their body was alight with adrenaline, every nerve a buzzing, quivering charge, and yet at the same time, they were surreally confident, gut numb and mind blank.

Villain pushed lightly off the doors with their elbows, taking a small, probing step forward. “Would you even really shoot?”

“You really want to try me?"

“You heroes make a lot of talk but not much action. What, don’t you have a code? 'Do no harm' or something like that? Besides, you're so cute." Another step forward. "I don't think you've ever been in a fight, let alone killed someone, so why don't you just--"

Civilian aimed the gun at the ceiling and squeezed the trigger. The energy projectile punched through the metal with ear-splitting BANG! The passengers shrieked. Villain knocked back against the doors with a thud.

The wind whistled loudly overhead as the air whooshed over the new gap in the roof, and after that shot, their ears might as well have been stuffed full of cotton, but even if they couldn't quite measure their own volume, they fixed the gun back on Villain's head and drove their point home.

“I’m really trying not to traumatize all these lovely people with the visual of your head exploding, and honestly, I’d really rather not kill you. But if you press me…if you doubt me, you’ll be dead faster than you can question me again.”

Villain gripped their mask abit tighter but their expression remained smooth and their posture loose. They whistled a long low note. “You’re something else, gunslinger. When this is all over, feel free to look me up anytime.”

“Fortunately, I don’t frequent prisons.”

“Me neither." Villain flashed a broader grin, full of white teeth and pocked with a dimple on one side. "Looks like we have something in common.”

The train screeched, the deceleration sending everyone lurching a bit to the right. In that exact moment, when Civilian's gun swayed a few centimeters off target, the villain's free hand shot to their belt.

"Hey!" Civilian shouted, stumbling a little as the train came to a complete stop. Villain tossed something small and round to the floor. Ping! Ping! It bounced twice, rolled a little into the aisle, and exploded in a cloud of cool fog. No not fog. Gas.

Civilian immediately turned their face into their shoulder, tipping the gun even further off target. The whole train car shrieked while Villain calmly pulled the gas mask over their head, obscuring the beginnings of an infuriating grin. Civilian opened their mouth to launch another threat but immediately choked on the sickly sweet gas. It raised around them so rapidly, they could barely see the nose of the weapon let alone, Villain. Not to mention...everything was getting sorta...slanty...

"S-sleepin'gas?" they slurred.

"I was never here to harm any of you." Villain's muffled voice seemed to come from all directions, echoey and distorted.

Civilian fell to one knee. Was it normal to feel like their head was buzzing?

"You made a really cute gunslinger, though. Like a western sheriff. Or an outlaw. Bet you'd be good in a holdup."

The train doors hissed as they opened. As some of the gas slipped free, they caught a glimpse of the Villain's shoulder as they darted out onto the platform.

The gun suddenly felt so heavy in their arms but they forced it up anyway. The barrel tipped to and fro, and their finger trembled on the trigger. They wanted to risk a blind shot, but there could be dozens of people standing outside on that platform. If they hit anyone else...

Their vision blurred, then blackened. They barely managed to set the gun down on the metal floor before passing out over top of it.

When they awoke, they were in the agency medical wing. They recognized it immediately by its obnoxious orange bedsheets and, well, Keith. Sort of hard to miss a giant, shining man in hero-white scrubs.

Civilian slowly pushed themselves upright. Their head throbbed with the movement, and they let out a rogue groan.

Keith turned away from the figure two beds down, covered from head to toe in bruises and now enveloped in their own cocoon of white luminescence.

"Civilian!" Keith beamed, light glimmering off his teeth. "You've regained consciousness! Any pain?"

Civilian rubbed the bridge of their nose. "Just my head... Was I hurt?"

"Not necessarily." Keith pressed both large hands to the sides of Civilian's skull. Civilian closed their eyes as they healer's glow wrapped around their head. Warmth trickled over their face and under their skin, ebbing the pain away little by little. "Just a very large dose of some sort of gaseous anesthesia. Luckily, there have been no long-term consequences so far. The ventilation created by the hole in the roof probably lessened some of the potency. Your handiwork?"

The events on the train rushed back all at once. They pulled out of Keith's grasp.

"Did we get them?" They looked rapidly around their bedside. "Where's my pulse gun?"

Keith stepped back and leaned against the empty bed beside Civilian's. "The gun is in weapons testing, I think."

"And the villain?"

"No. They escaped. We arrived just moments too late before they must have blended with the crowd.

Civlian threw themself back against their pillows with a heavy sigh. "Great."

"You still helped. You stopped Villain from completing whatever they originally planned and provided many citizens with immediate medical treatment by calling us in."

"Oh yeeeeah, I'm sure the whole team was just dazzled by my competence and quick-thinking. Especially when I couldn't hold Villain in place on anything but a moving train."

Keith frowned. "You don't need the title to be a hero."

"Thanks, Keith, that's really nice and heartfelt, and I'm sure you believe it, but seeing how you do have the title, and no one in power here thinks the same, it doesn't really mean that much to me."

Keith frowned but luckily didn't argue any further. Civilian knew they were being rude, but they really didn't need anyone else telling them that they were special the way they were. That they could do good their own way. That being a hero didn't even matter that much. It mattered a whole lot to them. And now they'd practically proven the entire agency right.

"What were they even doing on that train?"

"Robbery?" Keith shrugged. "Knock out the passengers and loot all their valuables."

"Alone?" Civilian traced the lines of the ceiling panels with their eyes. "They didn't even have a bag. How much could they have gathered if they planned on knocking out an entire train?"

"We don't know they were alone. They could have easily had accomplices posing as civilians throughout the train."

"True... Does the agency have a file on them? Tall, skinny, long black coat, annoyingly perfect eyebrows. Didn't show a power."

"I could look...but I'm not supposed to share that sort of info outside of other heroes..."

"Come on! What was that whole, 'you don't need a title' nonsense?"

"It wasn't nonsense! You are a hero! Just...not a legally sanctioned one."

Civilian sat back up and lowered their voice. "Come on, Keith. I'm not going to do anything; I'm just curious. You don't even have to give me the whole file. Just take a couple pictures of anything you think might also be on the news."

Keith grimaced.

"Please? I was so close today. So close to being what I always planned to be... Just let me chase that high a little longer. Then I'll go back to the weapons lab and never mention it again. Promise."

Keith inhaled a long breath, letting it out in a loud, irritated sigh. "Ok, fine. But don't bring it up to anyone. Ever. And I'm only giving you the first page."

Civilian's insides sank a little; they weren't sure what a first page of a villain file looked like, but they could assume it wasn't much. But they couldn't really be picky, so... "That's fine. Just the first page is perfect."

Keith looked like they had hoped that detail would deter them, but he continued on. "It might take awhile. I'm a hero, but I'm a healer, so no one is expecting me to march into the files room and request info on villains."

"That's ok, I can be patient. I work in weapons, remember? That's like the ultimate test in being patient."

Keith slid a hand over his face. "Ok. I'm also going to need more detail than 'annoyingly perfect eyebrows.'"

[vagabond-art]

"How's that for an answer?"

apology tour but interview with the vampire AU + bonus with @ughhhhhhh-cringe-side-blog

[clarissaweasley-10]

okay I've seen a lot of people hate on Jamie because of the card, and i get it guys, this is THE WORST POSSIBLE THING THEY COULD HAVE DONE TO HIS AMAZINGNESS - but he's still the same guy who said that avery is too precious to gamble, and also called Grayson "emotionally constipated" 😢... So please one horrible card, can't do any harm to the man himself...

[mulberrydene]

The man

The myth

The legend

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