#dt's writing

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #1: All Work and No Play

Prompt: envoy || Master Post || On AO3

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A rapid, staccato knocking on the door to her solar dragged Minfilia back to full awareness. She groaned, quietly, rubbing her face with one hand and shoving the report in front of her off to the side of her desk. Two sennights in Revenant’s Toll and they were still unpacking their new headquarters, but that didn’t mean the usual business of running the Scions of the Seventh Dawn were put on the wayside. The solar currently looked as if Galette had torn through it while channeling a Downburst spell, and that was being kind.

Minfilia had been awake since before dawn, and it was almost noon, now, trudging through the necessary paperwork of keeping her people fed and watered and armed. She was alone today; she had banished Tataru from the Rising Stones since the poor secretary had been working herself even more ragged than Minfilia herself, and most of the rest of the Scions were scattered about Mor Dhona or the rest of Eorzea on various errands. And still so much more work to be done…

…she should probably eat something.

The knocking picked up again, and Minfilia jolted. “Come in!” she called.

The heavy door swung open, and Rereha sashayed inside. The lalafell bard was dressed down today, in cream canvas shorts and a linen top in her favorite shade of sky blue; even her usual stockman’s hat with its jaunty feather was missing, in favor of a pair of sunshades currently pushed up to rest atop her head. Rereha kicked the door closed behind her, and put her hands on her hips. “Girl, what is wrong with you?” she drawled.

Minfilia propped her cheek in her hand. “You know, unlike some ladies,” she said in the same tone, fighting back a smile, “I have a job.”

“Ladies, where?” Rereha made a show of looking around. “Oh! You mean me? Honey bunches, I’m not a lady, I’m a degenerate.”

This time, Minfilia didn’t bother hiding her amusement. “The two are not mutually exclusive.”

The bard made a derisive noise and sauntered across the solar, weaving her way through half-unpacked crates and unsorted furniture and stacks of books waiting for their new homes. She swerved around the desk, coming to stand next to Minfilia’s chair and forcing Minfilia to twist her head around and down to look at her.

Rereha crossed her arms and tsked. “If you’re going to give Tataru time off, you should take it, too.”

Minfilia huffed. “I’m the Antecedent—”

“Nuh-uh!” Rereha stood on tiptoe and shoved her index finger right into Minfilia’s face. “Not today, sugar cube! Today, you are the pretty shining star of the Toll, and you are going to take some time to rest your brain from the nonsense that’s keeping us in the black and have fun. The books won’t suddenly all go to shite because you take one day for yourself. Also, you should eat.”

On cue, Minfilia’s stomach growled, and she sighed heavily and rubbed her face again. Her friend was, shockingly to anyone who knew the bard, actually correct. Minfilia had burned herself out before, years ago, and climbing back from it had been awful, never mind the setbacks it had created for the Scions. She should take a break, even if only for a day.

To the hells with it.

Sighing once more, but this time fond and resigned, she gave Rereha her full attention and a wan grin. “All right, all right,” she said. “I assume you’re the one who volunteered to talk sense into me; what did you have in mind?”

Rereha cheered and clapped. “Nothing strenuous, and you’re already dressed for it,” the bard said.

Minfilia glanced down at herself—a pink blouse, simple trousers, and woven sandals today—and relaxed a hair. Well, that was a relief; Rereha’s idea of fun or a good time wasn’t always tame, after all, but it was probably safe to assume that a bar crawl through Limsa Lominsa wasn’t on the table if she didn’t need to tart herself up.

Her friend held out her hands and Minfilia took them automatically.

“Trust me?” Rereha said, golden eyes shining.

“Always,” Minfilia said.

Blue and white aether gathered around their joined hands, and in a moment, Teleport whisked them away from the Rising Stones.

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By unspoken accord, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn rarely called on Synnove at her house in Cedarwood, the better to allow the Warriors of Light a modicum of privacy and keep work more segregated from their private lives. Not that some of them hadn’t been invited or visited before, but today most of the Scions had been collected from across the realm by their four meddling Warriors of Light and shoved into Synnove’s yard for a La Noscean clam bake.

(Or the best version of it, when the beach wasn’t available. Synnove’s old advisor from the Arcanists’ Guild was in attendance, overseeing the firepit steaming the bounty of seafood Alakhai and Synnove and Tyr had hauled from the Red Rooster marketplace, and in between her grumbling about proper traditions and shoving Ivar away from trying to nap amongst the hot stones, was arguing with Y’shtola and Urianger about spell theory and the latest journal out of the Studium aetherology department.)

Minfilia propped her chin in her hands and grinned at Thancred across the table in the yard she had claimed as Rereha returned with frothy mugs of ale for all three of them. “And just how did you get convinced to come?” she said, claiming a mug and pulling it close to her chest. “You’re a worse workaholic than I.”

Thancred snorted. “I would think that the answer should be obvious with how I arrived,” he said, voice as dry as the Sagolii. “I was in a meeting with the Sultana when Heron barged in and threw me over her shoulder without even a by-your-leave. I’m fairly certain it was planned, too, the Sultana just waved to me with the most smugly innocent grin I’ve ever seen.”

As Minfilia threw back her head and laughed, Rereha raised her mug in a toast. “Y’all workaholics needed a damned intervention and we were happy to provide,” she said. “When was the last time any of you had a day off?”

“What’s a day off?” Thancred said, deadpan. And then, lips curling in a familiar smirk, “Can you eat it?”

“How dare you, I have that trademarked!”

Minfilia laughed all the harder, half-wheezing, as the two bards cheerfully tore into one another.

This, she decided, should be something they did more often.

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[f1-stuff]

Drive to Survive S6E1 // Money Talks

#carlos cannot resist pinching the chaist at any and every opportunity #it's why I write it in fic so much smh #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #charlos #dts #2023 #Bahrain GP '23 #gifs #mine #formula one #f1 #ferrari

[faerygardens]

There are more tallulah & tommy fics on ao3 than there are pac & mike fics

#fae.txt #mcyt #qsmp #Idk if this counts as discourse #No hate to dsmp fic writers and crossover fic writers in general #I just find it super annoying how often these fics are just the dsmp with like one qsmp element added and are only tagged qsmp #Like if you’re writing a dsmp fic please tag it as such because some of us aren’t looking for that #I also say this as someone who was a sbi main for the longest time #It’s just rude #Also it’s not just sbi mains who do it btw I’ve seen a lot of dt fics in there too #I hate these fics for the same reason I hate x reader fics: they’re untagged and annoying to filter out

[dontbotheraziraphale]

sorry but as an actor to be nominated for a role where the majority of the time the majority of your canvas is covered by sunglasses - it means you've done a damn decent job actually

#not to mention the writing and the directing to pull that off #for them to create moments where it's possible for DT to play with space and words and grunts and groans and #AND FOR MICHAEL who is SO generous in his performance and gives him SO MUCH to work with <3 #gah im emotional about this entire production idk if thats surprising to anyone ok ill shut up #david tennant #good omens #baftas

[icycoldninja]

May I ask for headcanons with Vergil's S/O admiring and seeing his Sin Devil Trigger?

Yes yes yes! Enjoy!

Vergil x Reader Devil Trigger headcannons

-Vergil was initially afraid to show you his Devil Trigger because he was worried you'd get scared and run away from him.

-He tried his best to keep it a secret for as long as he could, but the struggles of battle just wouldn't allow him.

-At one point during a mission you tagged along with, he had to use his DT to slice up a demon that was particularly annoying. He hadn't realized what he'd done until he transformed back and saw you standing there, open-mouthed in awe.

-He couldn't think of anything to say. What would you do? What should he do? He just sort of froze.

-When you snapped out of your daze and expressed your admiration for his super-cool DT form, he could have passed out on the spot.

-You thought his devil trigger was cool?! You weren't scared?! You wanted to see it again?! If he wasn't before, Vergil was now convinced you two were soulmates.

-Once you were in the safety of your own home, Vergil gladly showed off his DT to you, explaining what every feature did, how he could control it, and so on.

-He loves it if you run your hands along his horns, which are cold to the touch and desperately in need of warmth.

-He finds it very amusing when you start grabbing and fondling all his spikes and scales. They're not very sensitive since they're meant to be armor, but if he concentrates, he can just barely feel your touch, and that makes his heart flutter.

-He's now less reluctant to show his true self around you, and sometimes even uses his DT to cuddle with you when you're sick or it's a hot day, since his entire body emanates ice and is basically like a portable ice pack.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Devil may cry #Devil may cry 5 #Dmc vergil #Dmc5 vergil #Devil may cry vergil #Devil may cry 5 vergil #vergil x reader #Dmc vergil x reader #Dmc 5 vergil x reader #Vergil x reader dmc #Devil trigger vergil #Devil trigger #Vergil's DT #Headcannons #Requested #Thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes

[heartofalifer]

sometimes I lay at night thinking what exactly did daisy write in the description of alec hardy's tinder profile and what pictures did she use that made her think that could get women to swipe right on him. was it selfies? was it candid photos she took? was alec wearing that blue jumper on and reading a paper with his legs crossed in the photos? I need to know

#alec hardy #broadchurch #because if i saw alec hardy wearing The Blue Jumper #with glasses on and reading a paper #and that photo was a side profile of that #i would have swiped right IMMEDIATELY #funny tho #because then afterwards ill google him up #and karen white's article about him will definitely come up #and turn all potential suitors away #also im having a writer's block #i AM STUCK TRYING TO FINISH WRITING CHAPTER 9 of this fic im writing urghhhhhhhhhhhh #david tennant #look #david tennant is a very good looking man #but if i saw Alec Hardy in real life in a universe where i dont know how DT looks like #i would look at him and scowl #“dafuq u mean he's in charge” #man cant even trim his beard or iron out his suit #also that princeloww post about the tinder convo led me up to these thoughts so thanks for that i guess #alec hardy is tumblrs resident grumpy wet cat

[boltsinmycereal]

Two more iconic moments from the new DTS season so far:

Oscar trying (and failing) to operate an automatic door at the mclaren factory, resulting in him standing on the other side of the glass looking both lost and adorable.

George getting confused when instructed to play to the crowds in Vegas - “Wait, what are we playing? 🤨” It was just such a George interaction and I loved it.

+ bonus the cute little car ride scene with lando & oscar in which they’re prompted to bicker about racing and they’re both like “ ??? lol we don’t do that 🥰”

#lando norris #oscar piastri #dts s6 #george russell #do I care for the writing or directing of the show? #no 😌 #but do I love love the crumbs of behind the scenes? #absolutelyyyy

[seveneyesoup]

ngl i’m still worried. like i Do have complete faith in ncuti gatwa but what i Don’t have is much faith at all in rtd’s writing about race

#which id managed to sort of convince myself was maybe #it’s been like 15 years he’s had time to learn better #but the comment Immediately about ‘different colors’ in todays ep #and w the toymakers past. #i’m hoping for the best i really actively am but i’m hesitant #not even writing about race just writing that has anything to do w it #i will never forgive him for martha jones #and my cynicism is saying bringing dt back for three eps and specifically being pretty good about trans people and disabled people #is a good favor investment so he can keep a progressive image and get away w racism #i don’t actually believe that for the record #i’m just worried ncuti gatwa is gonna have to deal with Some Bullshit that’s gonna get blamed on him instead of rtd yk #which is bad for him bc it means a bad working environment and also like. taking the blame for something he didn’t even do #or that if he pushes back on something bad he’ll get branded as difficult to work with etc #anyway. worry once suffer twice or whatever and i think i said all this when the announcements were made #it’s just on my mind again #i want the best for the show and the people making it yk?

[don1t1red]

I know that this is a very unpopular opinion but hear me out!

I think not enough people consider Corvo as an unreliable narrator. We see the story from his point of view and all we know about Jessamine Kaldwin comes from his perspective. So, to think on that, do we really know how good Jessamine was as the Empress? 

I know that she is usually portrayed as a good person if not a saint but what if it wasn't that way? A lot of people in the streets are indifferent towards her image, if not hostile; the situation with Delilah; how both Geoff Curnow and Corvo are treated because of their nationality; two hatters recalling how greatly Corvo dealt with workers uprising under her command  – a lot of things are a tell-tale signs that something is not quite right. 

And at this point I have to clarify that I'm not saying things like "boo no I hate Jessamine". No, it's actually quite the opposite, I love her character. But the way it is usually portrayed seems to be so dull and static. Let her not be a saint. 

Let her be manipulative. Let her tell Corvo that "he is not like other serkonans, he is sooo special and that's why he is where he is and not somewhere deep in the silver mine", while being (just as any nobility in Gristol) not very welcome to any outlanders. 

Let her be power-hungry and afraid to lose this power. Remember a bonecharm in her hidden room in the Tower? Who knows how it ended up here! Maybe she knew (or felt) that Delilah was coming, capable of overpowering and taking everything from her. Maybe Jessamine was so afraid to lose her posh life that she was ready to use some kind of a black magic! 

Let her be disloyal. Obviously, she and Corvo developed some kind of codependency. But along with that, she was the Empress so who could stop her from having an affair or two? And Corvo was just the safest option, with a way less unnecessary risks and questions. 

Let her be an imperfect person. 

Obviously, Jessamine could be easily born a perfect ruler and a perfect loving woman for her chosen one and her daughter. But maybe she had to learn it the hard way. 

Maybe she changed along with Corvo. Maybe the plague was a critical point for her character, maybe those months without Corvo made her rethink a lot of things. 

And isn't it tragic, finally understanding and becoming the Empress everyone wants to see in you, just to be killed the other day, because all those changes have been seen as a weakness? Have nothing but faith in your closest one, faith that these people will be more wise than she was? 

Give her some development, give her some motion! She could easily  be a saint, static point.  But in my opinion, she deserves to be not perfect but in constant motion. Trying and learning, understanding and making mistakes. She was too young when she became the Empress, she was a part of gristolian nobility, not so kind to anyone but themselves, she literally had no prerequisites to become a good person. And yet somehow she did. 

It's always so easy to be a "saint" from the very beginning. And it's always so hard to learn how to become one.

#dishonored #jessamine kaldwin #imo all women deserve to be evil #(as a treat) #and esp disho women #ngl i kinda feel as a great part of Emily criticism could be applied to Jess as well #which doesnt make either of them a bad character #just as a fact #oh and also - while im still there - its not a bad thing to write Dauds development as a reaction to her death #but i feel like it was rather a reaction to the *changes* that her death triggered #i understand that she is a “woman in the refrigerator” trope in canon but we all are better than this #so again imo but it would be better to concentrate Dauds character growth aroud those changes and leave this poor woman alone #i really want to write a separate post about him rn lol #anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk #dt (stands for doni talks)

[tomatoteddy]

Glad to see I'm not the only one going absolutely feral for Wonderful Precure, specifically Komugi

Also saw your question abt if she can have chocolate and

...yes (maybe)

The answer is solved! She can eat chocolate! (at least in her human form, it seems)

#i hope they add a warning on the box saying ‘WARNING: KOMUGI IS A MAGICAL DOG. YOUR DOG IS NOT MAGIC. ONLY MAGICAL DOGS CAN EAT CHOCOLATE’ #i need to write a fic about her discovering the joys of sugary foods #ill wait until the series premiers tho 😅😅 #also glad to see someone else who is equally as crazy about her as me! i rotate her in my mind 24/7 like a microwave! #precure #pretty cure #cure wonderful #komugi inukai #wonderful precure #dt’s askbox

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #28: Triptych

Prompt: blunt || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: :D An idea that's lived in my head for years, now finally out in the world!

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Minfilia is nearly seventeen years old and has been a member of the Miners’ Guild for two of them before she comes across her first seam of stone where living aether sings.

This mineshaft is old and productive, so finding the emeralds as the schist gives way beneath her pick isn’t a surprise. What is a surprise is how a fresh breeze suddenly blows up the shaft, cooling her flushed skin and rattling the lamps hanging from the ceiling. The flickering light catches on the raw gems in the wall, and green dances across her sight.

The very air seems to chime and so warned by the emeralds themselves, Minfilia works carefully. Normal emeralds are prized enough, but ones with living aether are coveted by the Arcanists’ Guild in Limsa Lominsa: she’ll get a bonus on top of her usual wages for the find, and a bigger one on top of that if she ensures the clusters are intact, to give the arcanists as much raw stone as possible to shape them into foci for summoning carbuncles.

The wide end of her pick, first, and she swings with smooth, sure strokes; the schist is soft and flaky and gives way easily, piling up at her feet. She widens her stance as she marks out the area on the wall, giving her more stability, and takes a moment to wipe dust off her goggles and adjust the mask on the lower half of her face. Once she’s marked out the area of where the deposits are—so much easier than with normal emeralds, all she needs to do is feel for the way the wind aether within them dances and jingles—she sets aside her primary pickaxe and takes out a smaller chisel to work at the wall.

The raw emerald clusters seem to fairly pop out into her hands and Minfilia can’t help but grin as she works. The living aether twines around her fingers, hellohellohello thankyouthankyouthankyou, and she almost finds herself petting the stones as she sets them carefully into the crate at her feet.

“Oh, you lucky girl,” Rolling Thunder, the foreman, says during his check on his miners, gently slapping her on the shoulder as he passes her seam. “Don’t be like me when I was a fool apprentice and spent my entire first bonus on drinks for half the Guild.”

Minfilia laughs and says, “Maybe just a round to celebrate tonight!”

“You are far too nice, Warde,” Thunder says, and continues on his way deeper into the mine.

It takes her bells to fish out all of the emeralds in the seam, and she has to switch back to her pickaxe multiple times to dig deeper into the wall. The clusters deeper in are quieter than the ones she first mined; not as powerful, perhaps? Ultimately, it’s not her call to make, but Minfilia is disappointed not to hear their friendly, wordless calls.

Until the last one.

Deep in the seam, the largest cluster waits, and this one practically reaches out to her. Holding it in her hands, Minfilia has the distinct impression of a sleepy cat, and even in the low light of the mine, she can see how deep the color is in the stone, how clear the stone. This one cluster of raw emerald alone will likely pay for dinner for herself and F’lhaminn for a moon.

As she sets the cluster in her box, giving it a fond pat, and gets ready to bring her haul out into daylight, she wishes well the carbuncle who manifests from this emerald and its arcanists.

(A fortnight later, a first-year arcanist carefully sorts through the newest emerald shipment to Mealvaan’s Gate, worrying her lower lip between her teeth and trying not to pick at her nails. When she picks up an emerald cluster of green so dark to be nearly black, she tastes chocolate and mint on her tongue, and hears crystals chimes laughing in her ears, and knows this one belongs to her.)

--

The second time Minfilia finds raw gemstones imbued with living aether, she is just past eighteen and out on a freelance expedition rather than one associated with the Miners’ Guild.

Climbing this mountain in northern Thanalan has been exhilarating, and she’s spent a few days happily crawling all over the place; she barely even needs her pickaxe, instead using her shovel to dig into the mountainside and find pockets of topaz so rich in color as to be nearly orange, and chunks of aquamarine a clear, shining blue. Her pack is almost full from a few days of work, and she’s going to make the merchants on Sapphire Avenue very happy.

It’s almost an accident when she finds it.

Minfilia grunts as she leverages her shovel. “Must be a piece of granite,” she mutters, gritting her teeth, and pulls.

It’s not granite.

The chunk of topaz is the size of both of her fists, and hits the ground next to her foot with a very solid thud. Her eyebrows shoot up, because it certainly looks like topaz—a beautiful golden yellow—but a topaz cluster that size isn’t that dense. She leans down, and picks it up carefully.

Oh! It’s the aether, packed in so tightly it’s a wonder it doesn’t spill out in a physical manifestation, though she’s never known earth aether to behave that way.

It thrums, low and slow, echoing deep into her bones, practically oozing contentment, and Minfilia finds herself swaying back and forth as she pets the rock. “Well, hello to you, too,” she says, reverent. “You’ll make a fine carbuncle, I bet.”

The topaz thrums again, almost a purr, and Minfilia smiles as the impression of something snuggling against her own aether rolls across her mind.

She keeps the topaz in the pouch on her hip as she makes her way back to Ul’dah, hand resting on it lightly, and hums in concert with its song.

(As Minfilia turns the corner of Sapphire Avenue, bulging gil pouch safely stored in her pack from the sale of her gems, a Highlander wanders up to the stall selling cluster of raw gems, an emerald carbuncle curled around her shoulders and a pink-haired lalafell chattering contently next to her. The Highlander’s eyes sharpen at the sight of a large, true-yellow topaz on the table, but she doesn’t focus her attention on it immediately, lest the merchant gain an edge on her. But when she brushes her fingers against it, she hears Ala Mhigan drums, and tastes warm bread and spiced apples, and knows she won’t be leaving without it.)

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The third time Minfilia comes across a living aether stone, it has been a year since Eorzea clawed its way from the ashes of the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

She is on Vylbrand, exploring a cave system that’s well-mapped, and she is blessedly alone for the first time in sennights. It’s been an age since she’s gone mining, it feels like, her focus before the Calamity on finding Echobearers to bring into the Path of the Twelve, and after consolidating those who remain with the Circle of Knowing into the new Scions of the Seventh Dawn. There is much work to be done, still, and she’s been in meetings with the Admiral that feel as if they’ve gone nowhere.

(The ones with the Syndicate and the Seedseers’ Council feel similar.)

Minfilia sighs quietly, following a stream deeper into the cave. Lamps and torches light the way; this cave is a popular spot to visit, with locals and foreigners alike coming to admire the natural formations, and some of the bigger chambers have played host to pirate soirees and arcanist lunchbreaks. Today, Minfilia is the only one present, so she takes care to follow the marked paths. Linkpearls are still not working properly.

So she is quite surprised when she feels a burst of irritation somewhere off to her right.

Minfilia pauses, frowning, looking around. She waits a few more moments, before taking another step forward.

The irritation swells again.

She stops, and carefully moves off the path, down another trickling groundwater stream, until a flash of red catches her eye.

Crouching down, she reaches out, and feels something warm against her hand. It takes careful pulling, and digging at the gravel with her fingers, but eventually, Minfilia pulls out a large, raw ruby from the water.

“No wonder you were so angry,” she laughs, drying off the ruby along her coat. The cluster feels like its sulking, and the crackle of fire licks at the corners of her mind. “You must have been washed downstream at some point and were missed when the dredgers cleaned up most of the rubies and sapphires from this area.”

Perhaps it came from a cave system closer to Mount O’Ghomoro, deep in its burning heart. Now that she thought about it, Minfilia wasn’t sure where the Arcanists’ Guild received its supply of carbuncle-quality rubies; all she did know was that fire-aspected carbuncles were fairly uncommon.

Well, thankfully, Mealvaan’s Gate was near to the ferry. She’d stop by on her way home to Vesper Bay to gift it.

(A seafoam-haired roegadyn drops off a ruby cluster to her favorite student-turned-colleague. “I think this is yours,” she says with a shark’s grin, and her student—emerald carbuncle around her shoulders, hand on the head of the topaz carbuncle bigger than a wolfhound trying to crawl onto her lap—picks it off her desk. The crackling of a campfire and hammered metal rings in her mind, and coffee and caramel and dragon peppers light up her mouth, and she finds herself smiling in agreement with her mentor.)

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[livingproofoftbd]

too much information, dude

rated T | 5.7k words | oneshot

tags: pov outsider, pov sapnap, first meetings, first kiss, developing relationship, best friends tell each other everything, mild hurt/comfort

One thing Sapnap learned early on is that he often hears the same story twice. From different perspectives, obviously, but the exact same things happen. However, George prefers to keep the stories short and concise, with only enough details to get the point across. Dream shares everything. He shares so much that Sapnap once had to nearly smother him for him to finally take the hint.

or, Sapnap is first to know about his friends’ firsts

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dnf week day three: firsts together

#sappitus nappitus pov lets goo #dtblr #dnf #dwt #dwtblr #404blr #dnfblr #gnf #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound #dnf brainrot #dnfweek2023 #fanfic writing #fic recs #my fic #fanfic #ao3 #sapnap #dream team #dt #dteam #m.fic

[blazepandaartz]

I had fun with the background

#Lyrics are from “Kick back” by Kenshi Yonezu #I had to use the Japanese lyrics since there’s so much different english translations of this song and I had no clue which one was correct. #Slight eyestrain// #blazes art #art #artists on tumblr #art tumblr #tumblr art #tumblr artist #tumblr artists #dialtown #dialtown phone dating sim #dialtown fanart #dialtown art #Randy jade #randy valentine jade #dialtown randy #dialtown randy jade #dt randy #Please tell me if there are any errors in writing

[blaithnne]

Can we as a fandom collectively move on from writing Scrooge’s accent out in dialogue? Like the “ye” thing? Please. Please. Please. Please Please Please PLEASE—

#context I’m Scottish lol #and this was so common in the dt fandom #that I started doing it #EVEN THO HE HAS MY ACCENT AHDBDHD ?? #anyways so yeah it makes his dialogue awkward to read #for ppl who aren’t America/from wherever the author is from #bc for example here a ‘normal’ speaking voice IS scrooges accent #so seeing ‘yee’ all the time is rlly weird if that makes sense?? #in general I think accents are better described out of dialogue #not in them #this is my biggest pet peeve in writing ever I think lol #goes for all accents imo not just Scottish ones! #ofc if you disagree that’s okay! write however you like this is all /lh! #but yeah this is my opinion and I’ve not seen anyone else say anything abt it and I wanted to LOL #Ducktales #Ducktales 2017 #Scrooge mcduck #textpost #maybe I’ll expand on this later with examples

[astudyinfreewill]

actually hysterical to find out that ronan has a tree nut allergy now that we know he was basically assembled by niall and mòr like the world’s most complicated and esoteric IKEA dresser. even if one of them had the allergy and so they just automatically xerox’d it into him, the intentional nature of dream-building still makes it very much like. tony you chose to do that. i don’t know which option is funnier/crazier:

a) niall just leaving an allergy in for the sake of it because it’s charming for an eldritch creature to have flaws (himbo behaviour)

b) mor leaving the allergy in because if things get bad and they have to kill greywaren after all they can just feed him a bunch of pistachios and let anaphylaxis do the work (mafia girlboss behaviour)

#ronan lynch #trc #dt #they weren’t lying that writing sure can choices #also before you ask: YES i am bitter we got two charming anecdotes about ronan and net zero about adam

[loveletterworm]

“Solving” the “Mystery” of “Chair”

This chair from the sweepstakes website (henceforth referred to as "Chair") has been subject to a decent amount of confusion and fairly mild amount of discussion since its introduction. Its heavily Gaster-adjacent page titles, shadow-y blob form, and random Spamton jumpscare have remained largely unexplainable considering it's only been about a week or so since this page showed up and any part of the game "Chair" appears in has not released yet and will not for at least several months.

Or has it?

Noted scholar "poop mcfarten", among a few other persons, has claimed this chair is the same one that is located in Rudy's hospital room throughout Chapters 1 and 2. This revelation would close the book on "Chair", as the most obvious solution is that this is the chair from Rudy's hospital room and he's going to die because the chair turned into Shadow Forme and attacked him at his most vulnerable moment (while he was already dying for non-chair-related reasons)

However, things are not so simple in the world of "Chair".

By using inspect element to get at its image file without accidentally saving "eyes.png" again, we can see "Chair" without its black background and at its original scale (as it is displayed larger on the website) Now it is possible to compare it directly to a rip of the chair sprite in Rudy's hospital room. (Note that the chair in Rudy's room is actually part of the same sprite as the rest of the tiles in that room and has been edited out of its surroundings here for clarity, however rest assured I am confident that I was able to tell a chair apart from the floor it was on)

Looking at these chairs side by side, a host of discrepancies arise. "Chair" is slightly larger, at a different angle, its seat is thicker suggesting possible upholstery, its legs are much darker in color in a way different lighting is unlikely to accomplish, and the most damning evidence against it being the same chair: It has those little things sticking out of the top of the back, previously largely obscured by the dark background. (I don't know what the things are actually called.) This is clearly a different chair.

It also cannot be the chair from town hall, though town hall chair makes a slightly stronger argument with its similarly thick upholstery and darker legs. It’s still missing the things on the back and is actually evidently too big to be “Chair”, the opposite of one of hospital chair’s issues, so despite its best efforts it’s out of the running.

But is “Chair”, as others have suggested, secretly notable other blue chair from a Toby Fox game Chairiel?

The answer is: Still no! There have been two Chairiels throughout history. The one in Undertale is a blue chair, however it looks even more different from “Chair” than the hospital chair does. And the chair that the Chairiel torch would be passed to in Deltarune obviously looks the least like “Chair” out of any options, not even fulfilling the basic requirements of being blue and having visible legs.

And so, as this obnoxiously long post about chairs reaches critical mass, I must conclude that “Chair” is an entirely new, unique chair that we have not been introduced to yet.

Which probably does not actually matter at all.

#mypost #dt #deltarune #My internet kept going out while i was trying to write this post i had to write this thing in wordpad. #So you have to be nice to me over my decision to write an obnoxiously long post that comes to no interesting conclusion as a joke #I went through so much for this.