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#it's just not my jam

dragonquill · 17 days

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If a game gives me an option to play a dwarf, Imma play a dwarf. That's just how it is. So I started BG3 about a month ago (feelings mixed, but mostly enjoying), and I like the attention to some details that make a dwarf a dwarf. One of my faves is the size of the hands in this here scene:

HIS HAND IS SO TINY AND HERS IS SO BROAD I LOVE IT.

(I was not gonna romance him because vampires eh and so on but it just...it happened. It was her choice. Who am I to deny her wishes? Anyway.)

I'm telling you he loves that she can hold both his hands in one of hers and when she drags him around occasionally (when he is not in "don't touch me" mode, we respect modes in this camp), that hand is full of callouses from every instrument known to man and unnecessarily dwarf strong and just engulfs his and doesn't he feel safe and protected, what a SAP he will NEVER say that out loud (whoops, he did, but only she could hear it.)

Also she can about encircle his waist and she CAN pick him up, no matter what the -1 strength stat for bards says. Please imagine that famous dance moment from Dirty Dancing with Astarion in the air, effortlessly lifted, in beautiful form. He has the core strength for it. Toes are perfectly pointed.

Downside is, as always, saving the world with a very stiff neck from constantly looking up, and nobody better pass gas cause you are forever at butt level.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tav #dwarf #dwarves #ng3 dwarf #OF COURSE she could be MUCH broader like the males but it's SOMETHING #and you have the option for facial hair #it's just not my jam

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sin-cognito · 10 months

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geno for the inboz game

(Tomama izzat you??👀)

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

We might not become best friends, but I like to think that I'd be a very good friend that he could always rely on and vent to! This boy obviously needs many Coggie Smooches.

#don't mind me #I don't really enjoy the tsundere personality the fandom portrays him with #nothing wrong with it #it's just not my jam #so if he was just a little softer I'd love him wayyyyy more

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callmearcturus · 2 years

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My secret is I've never seen Death Note.

#it's just not my jam

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onemuseleft · 2 years

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Bones

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uh. look. I. I have seen ten seasons of Bones but I hate-watched every. single. episode. So this is gonna be a little rough?

favorite male character: I don't have one. I guess I liked Bones' boss guy from the first few seasons? This guy:

favorite female character: I really don't have one. I guess Camille was my least unfavorite.

least favorite character: I'm gonna get hate for this, but Angela. Just. SO MUCH. Also, I hate Zack. Don't @ me.

prettiest character: uh. Camille again? Her actress is gorgeous.

funniest character: Booth, probably. DB plays the straight man to the wacky nerds pretty well I guess.

favorite season: I guess season one? It hadn't gotten too weird, and I liked finding out about Booth's kid and stuff. Also it still had the director guy! He had no patience for anyone, it was great.

favorite episode: Honest to god, I can't think of anything except the one with the guy who had the tropical fish. Which episode was it where Bones keeps bitching that they won't let her have a gun just cause she shot some people? I think those might be the same episode.

favorite romantic ship: I. didn't HATE Sweets and Daisy? Which is saying a lot cause GOD I hated Daisy and Sweets.

favorite family ship: Booth and his son were SUPER cute. Right up until Bones decided her stepson was a fucking monster and was going to abuse his sister for NO REASON WHATEVER and she convinced Booth to treat the kid bad for no fucking reason and I HATE THEM.

favorite friend ship: Uh. Weird conspiracy theorist dude and Bones had okay vibes in that episode where they were buried alive.

worst ship: I felt like Angela and the conspiracy theory guy were super unhealthy but honestly I hated Bones and Booth the most

#ask meme #look I'm really sorry if you love this show!#NO JUDGEMENT #it's just not my jam #I used to watch it and WALLOW in bad emotions and depression #and the only real thing I felt was just #ANGER #at the show #There was a really bad period where I think that was all I felt #so I"d hate watch just to be able to get my energy up about something

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firstdegreefangirl · 3 months

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D you write for character x reader or?

I don't, but I really appreciate you reaching out to ask!

#no shade to anyone who does write for x reader #it's just not my jam #katie answers #anon love #katie writes #or doesn't as the case may be

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minjiquo · 2 months

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They are sibling your honor and no does not matter if they are devine—sibling behavior is UNIVERSAL.

Uhhh let me know if you can actual tell who is who, I did my best to make them look as distinct as I could?

Angel Lucifer content will come to its end soon b/c I don’t know if I can physically take this—

(Honestly I’m just vomiting this stuff up atm. I reaaally need to start prioritizing projects again before I throw myself into another drawing hahaaaaa…)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #hazbin art #lucifer hazbin hotel #michael hazbin hotel #did not think I’d ever draw him but here we are #enstranged sibling were my jam #just look at my lmk phase

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jakejeffreyperalta · 1 year

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we don't give percy enough credit tbh honestly if i was 12 and my mom died and my best friend was a goat and my father was a sea god and i was expected to go around the country looking for my uncle's thunderbolt with a girl that i was pretty sure hated my guts while literally everyone in my life was hiding things from me and never giving me any information so i had to peice everything together and still being called dumb i would go on a homicidal killing spree. i think percy managed to beat up ares because of the unhealthy amount of rage and agitation that was building up inside of him. honestly i don't blame him at ALL pop off king

#12 year old percy was my JAM he is very special to me #he is not a character he is my friend #i feel bad for him though like ??? 😭😭#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #hoo #annabeth chase #grover underwood #sally jackson #<- these are just people mentioned in the post 🙏#the lightning thief #tlt #pjo tlt #percy jackson and the lightning thief

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freckledjoes · 2 months

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It requires some imagination but, imagine an awkward shower run-in

#steddie #the glance down just did it for me lol #my-gifs #all in good fun #steve harrington #eddie munson #if this ship is not your jam just block the tag #xoxo

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kiaxet · 8 months

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HOW ABOUT THAT @somerandomdudelmao DISASTER TWIN REUNION, HUH

Went a little feral to the tune of 2.2K words of self-indulgence. What else is new?

~~~~~~~

Donnie can't sleep. More accurately, he won't sleep. Not until he's done. He'd never been one to leave a project unfinished; death and resurrection hadn't changed that.

He taps incessantly, repetitively, on a keyboard and screen, the motions long since past inputting data and now only serving to keep him awake. The repetition is soothing, easy, and - counterintuitively - he finds his head drooping forward into sleep-

And he snaps back upright. No. Not until he can confirm Leo is okay.

Leo is behind him, he knows. Breathing. In bed. Asleep. Very much alive. And-

He jumps and whips around as a thud sounds behind him. "What the-"

Leo is on the floor.

Well, that answers the question as to whether his twin is awake.

For a fraction of a second, part of him wavers uncertainly. He loves his idiot twin. The question he hasn't been able to answer is whether his reaction to Leo waking up will fall on love or idiot twin-

"Leo!"

He can hear the exasperation in his voice, and yep, it's the latter. He takes a knee next to Leo and hauls him into his arms, lecturing him all the while, and if he can hear the annoyance in his voice then Leo sure as hell can. Sleep deprivation for the purposes of keeping his brother's soul alight had done nothing for his temper. "I swear to God, all you had to do was make a sound! Why are you such a difficult patient?"

He deposits Leo carefully on the bed - "Sit still!" - and checks him over, running every scan he can think of and making sure his brother's new body really is in good working order, spouting increasingly irritated commentary all the while. Of course the fall didn't hurt him - Leo is tougher than that, and Donnie does better work than that - but he still can't help the rising anxiety in his throat.

This almost didn't happen.

"-stupid, stupid selfless idiot!"

Donnie almost couldn't save him.

"Grrhh-"

Leo nearly died for real. Permanently beyond Donnie's reach. Well and truly gone-

"Do you have any idea how close you were to having nothing left to save?"

And now here Leo is, in perfect health, sitting on Donnie's bed with a big dopey grin on his face as Donnie chokes on his anxiety and damn near shakes himself apart-

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Hey. Are you even listening?"

Leo speaks up for the first time since he's woken up, voice shaky from disuse. "D-Donnie?"

And that is not a goddamn answer to anything Donnie has been saying, because of course it isn't. It's Leo. He's always had his own priorities. "Yeah. No. You're not fucking listening." Donnie heaves a long-suffering sigh, sinking back into the routine comfort that irritation at his twin provides. "At least you're talking." Small favors. "Although I'm surprised you're not throwing your stupid jokes at me." Even smaller favors.

He stops short as Leo's hand closes around his wrist, drawing Donnie's arm to Leo's plastron. "You're real," his brother breathes, looking from Donnie's hand to Donnie himself with tears streaming down his face. "You're real!"

And then, in the space of a thought, Leo's joy breaks, his smile turning desperate. "Are you?"

For a moment, Donnie stares at his twin, wondering at the sudden change in expression. He takes a breath-

And the part of him that had lain dormant for so long after he'd woken up - the part of him that had been screaming for his twin's safety ever since they'd recovered the few scattered embers of Leo's soul - gasps to life, blooming like a time-lapse video of a flower and reaching to the edges of Donnie's soul. Leo had called it their twin sense, and Donnie hadn't had it in him to argue after a while. Whatever it is, it's back, connected to Leo's renewed presence, and-

Donnie's heart floods with emotions. Relief and joy sprout quickly and are nearly swept away in a tide of exhaustionanxietyfearfearfearfearFEAR-

But down beneath it all, steady against the rising wall of terror, is the little blue spark of hope that his brother always carried. His core. The thing that let him continue on in the face of insurmountable odds, and lent that same strength to everyone around him. A ninja's greatest weapon.

It's Leo. It's Leo-

And Donnie can't leave him alone in his fear. Not when there's no need for it. Not when they're safe.

He lets that breath out, and sits next to Leo on the bed. "Mhm. I'm alive. And you're alive. We're safe. The Krang are gone." That's all the news that's fit to print, or at least the most important parts. What else does he have to say?

Oh.

"I'm sorry I..uh…"

He's sorry he what? Died? Left a mess for Leo to deal with? Didn't do enough while he was alive to keep everyone else alive in turn after he was gone? Kept his brother's soul in a fucking mug, because that was the only way he could ensure he wouldn't break it while Leo was still fragile? All of the above?

…yeah, it's all of the above.

He owes Leo one hell of an apology, and he's never been good at any of this, so instead he shrugs haplessly and leans forward, pulling Leo into his arms and hanging on tight.

It's a matter of moments before Leo has him flat on his shell on the bed and is sobbing into his arms. Normally he'd hate seeing his twin cry, but it's proof of life - proof that Leo made it, that his soul is intact enough for him to still be Leo, that he's alive and awake and here - and Donnie will take it.

And if he's squeezing Leo back pretty hard himself, well, that's fine too. Nobody else needs to know.

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Donnie is yelling at him.

Donnie is strong enough to have picked Leo up off the ground, well enough to be on his feet without support, running tests and reading Leo the riot act over his latest boneheaded maneuver - in this case, forgetting he was missing an arm and falling out of bed.

Donnie is yelling at him, because Donnie is here to yell at him.

And Leo is smiling, because he couldn't be happier. He lets the words wash over him, draping over his shoulders like a favorite cozy blanket that he'd lost so many years ago, and he basks in the warmth that is his brother's voice and smiles.

It's enough to interrupt the yelling for a question, though he doesn't really hear it - just keeps smiling, and says Donnie's name, and it's so nice to be able to say it with a smile now, because Donnie is here-

-he is, right? This isn't just a dying hallucination on Leo's part, right?

(It couldn't be- he remembers his death, remembers breathing his last, remembers being trapped- but this-)

He reaches out, taking Donnie's wrist in hand, and pulls his brother closer to him. "You're…real…" It certainly feels real - skin and scales, softer than his own, and his fingers barely fit all the way around the wrist instead of encircling them with room to spare - and he stares down at it, tears rolling down his face as he finally looks back up at his twin. "You're real!"

The Krang show you what you want to see.

The thought strikes him unbidden, turning his joy and relief to ice. It's a well-known fact: a Krang infection can show its host what they want to see, visions of comfort and family and home, and extract intel from the host's reactions. He knows that- he knows that, and-

And he'd died surrounded by Krang- and even if he couldn't see or hear or feel, he knows he'd been held captive-

But it's Donnie- he wants this to be real- he needs this to be real- he wants his twin back so badly he can't think, and the idea that this could be a Krang hallucination is almost too much to bear-

"Are you?" He can hear how choked the words are as they leave his lips, but he needs to know-

And Donnie stops, and sits down next to him, and tells him everything he wants to hear - everything he could've ever wished for. They're alive. They're safe. The Krang are gone. It all sounds too good to be true.

And then Donnie offers him an apology and a sad half-smile, pulling him into a strong hug-

And the ice in Leo's mind shatters in a flood of warmth as his twin sense opens for the first time since Donnie's death. He feels his twin's irritation, and deep-seated exhaustion, and a choking wave of guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt-

And beneath it all, steady and strong as ever, the thrum of unending determination, powered by an unfathomably deep well of love. It's the backbeat to the melody of Leo's life, the point-counterpoint to his own heartbeat- it's something he'd never had to live without until he did, but it's back, rushing in to fill the silence he'd known with the strength to go on and the knowledge that he is loved loved loved, strong and overwhelming and all-encompassing in the way only Donnie can love-

It's something the Krang could never imitate.

This is real. This is all real-

He throws himself against his twin, toppling them both over on the bed as he clings to Donnie, unable to stand even a fraction of an inch of space between them, as though he could push their hearts together through their plastrons, and he cries, sobbing out worry and terror and grief and the slow, crushing exhaustion of a losing battle finally lost. He cries as though the world was ending - and it had, once when the Krang had invaded and again every time he'd lost a member of his family, over and over until he'd sent his last hope through a portal that had cost his littlest brother his life and succumbed to death himself.

And now he's alive. Here, wherever here is, with Donnie. Clinging to his twin, and being held in turn as Donnie gently sits them both up, never letting go as Leo cries himself out.

It takes a while - long enough for Leo's gaze to settle into a stare and his thoughts to settle into a comfortable static. He's alive, Donnie is alive, and he has no fucking idea what else is going on, but he's just going to be okay with that for now.

His thoughts rouse enough to inform him of something wrong - the line of tension Donnie is carrying down his neck and over his shoulders. That won't do. Leo could try to massage it out with one hand, maybe try to get Donnie to talk about it, but Donnie never likes to talk about it, and Leo isn't one for slowly soothing away tension when he can just take an axe to the release valve instead. Plus, it gives him something definite to focus on, instead of…this whole situation. Whatever 'this whole situation' actually is.

Donnie had mentioned his stupid jokes, right?

"H-hey Dee?" His voice wavers from disuse, thick with tears, but he pushes through. "Why did- why did the tree buy a camera?"

"What?" Oh, Donnie is not going to see this coming. Excellent.

"To do a photosynthesis." It's nowhere near the level of pizazz he normally uses for a punchline delivery - he's still too tired and frazzled and clinging to Donnie entirely too hard for that - but that beautiful pause of a terrible joke sinking in tells him it had hit home nonetheless. Donnie moves - he can hear the telltale slap of face meeting palm - and then breaks down into helpless laughter, smacking the back of Leo's shell as the tension Leo had felt in his twin's shoulders abruptly relaxes. Good. It worked.

"This is so fucking stupid," is all Donnie manages as his laughter fades, and he slumps fully against Leo with a murmur. That's...abrupt. Sure, Leo had felt Donnie's exhaustion, but he hadn't realized it'd been that bad. He takes hold of Donnie, gently laying him down on the bed to rest-

Remember what happened last time Donnie fell asleep next to you.

He gasps sharply at the thought - not again NEVER again - and keeps his hand steady as he moves, laying both fingers gently against Donnie's neck and feeling for his pulse. It's easy to find, strong and steady and even, like it had been before the infection had taken Donnie's vitality and then his life.

But he's alive, and healthy, and sleeping. He's okay. And Leo-

Leo moves his hand to the side of his own neck. His pulse is also easy to find, quickened with the adrenaline of an unknown situation and multiple consecutive shocks to his system.

Okay. Take stock. Assess. Figure out a plan from there.

He's alive. Donnie's alive. The Krang are gone. And everything else…is a big fat question mark, with no easy answers and no indication as to where to begin looking for them.

Well.

Uh.

"What the fuck," Leo whispers to the room at large, as though the walls could answer.

~~~~~~~

(A world away and still very close, a younger pair of twins cling to one another the way a drowning man clings to driftwood: desperately, clutching tight, as though letting go will spell their doom. Neither of them know where the emotions came from, or why; all they know is that each of them are damn glad the other is alive, and they'll do everything they can to make sure that continues to be the case.)

(What the fuck, indeed.)

#rottmnt #cass apocalyptic series #future leo #future donnie #fic #writing #cw sibling death #mention of it at least #referencing the scrapped movie storyboards because it's too good a beat to pass up #we have fun here #no gods no betas we die like NOBODY BECAUSE DONNIE FUCKING FIXED IT #I GUESS #twin sense shit is my FUCKING JAM #inexplicable mystic bonds between two halves of a whole? sign me the FUCK up #I couldn't decide whose POV to write this from so I just did both #which is WHY it's 2K+ words #it's not perfect but it's Good Enough and therefore it's getting posted #fuck it we ball

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ihatebrainstorm · 2 months

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ITS SO COOL YOU LIKE TF2 AND TRANSFORMERS!!! It’s so rare to meet someone else who likes both fandoms :3

YEA OFC!! I mean another group of people with questionable morals getting into goofy antics in a franchise that also happens to be abbreviated with the letters "TF"? How could I not? (I'm sure there's more of us out here)

(Technically I've liked TF2 longer than TF, but I've been on a little Valve game resurgence kick recently lmao)

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sixth-light · 10 months

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I think one of the things I liked best about Nimona was that it foregrounded a queer relationship and a major subplot was *about* that relationship without being a will they/won't they (fall in OR out of love) story, which is...just not something that happens a lot in SFF movies for het relationships, let alone queer ones. more like this, please

(also fuck Disney forever yet again that showing [significant act of violence] and [very distressing mental health symptom] was cool with them but two dudes being boyfriends in an extremely low-key way was not. that was as G-rated a relationship as any Disney princess romance, so if THAT didn't pass muster...bah)

#nimona #existing relationships are so much my jam #it wasn't 'do you even love me' it was 'do you even KNOW me'#and IDK why that hits just right #something about how you could have that for a friendship OR a romantic relationship #but it explicitly WAS a romantic relationship

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