New month, old hugs

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Hug Meme: Classic Version

Post with your character, canon, and any notes/preferences. (If it is normally impossible for your character to give or receive hugs, like if they don't have limbs or are incorporeal, be sure to tell us whatever you're changing for them to participate.)

Tag other people; either roll a number from 1 to 8 or pick a hug, and give them that hug.

Get tagged.

Enjoy the aftermath!



1. Friendly Hug: The default hug; a hug as a show of platonic affection. Is it a normal hug, or a pouncetackleglomp? You decide!

2. Romantic Hug: Can't kiss your lover right now, or just want to change it up a bit? Give them a romantic hug!

3. Comfort Hug: They look so sad... give them a hug to cheer them up!

4. Awkward Hug: You really don't want to give this person a hug; maybe you just had a fight, or you're just too stoic/manly/badass to do hugs in general. Too bad, you have to give them one. Do your best!

5. Scoop Hug: In addition to a hug, the hugger picks up the huggee slightly off the ground. Works best when they're bigger and stronger, but hey, seeing little girls try to pick up 6-foot badasses is cute too.

6. Surprise Hug: Sneak up on them from behind with a surprise hug!

7. Violent Hug: Hugs are supposed to be friendly, what gives? Whether you're squeezing the wind out of them or are just getting them into the perfect position for a backstab, you're only giving this person a hug in order to hurt them.

8. Other: Reroll, pick your own, mix and match, etc.

Comments

Rocket | GotG

[ceptme]

[...he bites. Be warned]

[deadliestwoman]

[4 okay?]

[ceptme]

[4 works!]

[deadliestwoman]

[Gamora stands beside Rocket, and watches Groot. He's beginning to grow again, and his tiny branches wrap themselves around her finger. She smiles.]

And you said he would die. Looks like he's going to make a full recovery.

[She looks back at Rocket and nods reassuringly.]

Was it true what you said? About being ripped apart and such?

[She knew it was probably none of her business, but she asked anyway.]

[ceptme]

He's a tough sonuvabitch, I'll give him that.

[The plant pot and the tiny sprouting Groot therein haven't been out of his sight for a moment since they left Zandar. Even here with the others, in the relative safety of their ship, it's an effort not to bare his teeth at anyone who comes close.

He doesn't meet her gaze, cleaning dirt out from under his claws as he answers with seeming nonchalance]

Yeah. Lab rat, vivisection, all that great stuff. Fun times, right?

[deadliestwoman]

Why? [Groot lets go of her finger and she turns around completely.] You're certainly an interesting creature.

[ceptme]

[He shrugs] Why do it to anyone? You ain't exactly factory spec yourself.

[deadliestwoman]

[She snorts. He's right about that.]

Still. Seems like it would be harsh on your tiny body. But you're still here.

[ceptme]

[He doesn't remember anything before the lab. Maybe whatever they did to him wiped out any older memories; maybe they're still there, somewhere, but his mind works so differently now that he can't reach them any more. Either way, he knows that his earliest memories are of bright light and sterile cleanliness and pain. Everything that's happened since has been a walk in the park compared to the beginning.

He straightens, lifting his gaze and baring his teeth in something that might almost be a grin. The reward for enduring hell is knowing that you can. He's a survivor and he's damn proud of it]

What can I say. I'm a tough sonuvabitch too.

[deadliestwoman]

Yes, you are. A resourceful, foul-mouthed, son of a bitch.

[Without thinking, she places an arm around him.]

[ceptme]

[He stills, his ears twitching in surprise. And then after a long, uncertain moment he relaxes a fraction, leaning cautiously into the contact]

[deadliestwoman]

You said it yourself: there's no one else like you. [She grins.] You've been through hell. We all have. But it makes us who we are.

[ceptme]

[He grins and pats her arm with the leathery pad of one small paw] Damn right.

[deadliestwoman]

And don't you ever change. [She tries to hug him, but it's not something she's accustomed to. It's awkward.]

Because if you do, I'm not sure how I would feel about that.

[ceptme]

[Gamora is hugging him. Gamora is hugging him. He doesn't know how to deal with this. After a long moment's paralyzed confusion, he opts for tentatively returning it]

Who, me? [Ah, flippancy. However would we get through situations like actually being affectionate with teammates without you] No chance. You don't mess with perfection.

[deadliestwoman]

Good. [She quickly lets go and folds her arms across her chest.]

And do not speak of what just happened to anyone. Only we will know.

[ceptme]

Right. Never happened. What weird team bonding moment?

aww...! xD ❤ srsly tho, how can a drunk girl NOT hug a raccoon who's RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER?! xD

[under_separate_cover]

Indeed, the Drunk Girl can't quite believe what she's seeing: a raccoon, who is not running and hiding from her, a very tall human! And so... she scoops up the little rodent, and squeezes him -- gingerly, of course; she doesn't want to kill the poor thing~❤

[ceptme]

[He's not supposed to speak. This has been made very clear to him. Small furry animals do not speak on Terra, and it's going to draw the wrong sort of attention to them if he forgets that. So he'll suppress the automatic outburst of indignant swearing. But he feels pretty justified in clawing her hands as he scrabbles free, snarling]

[under_separate_cover]

"Awww...! I'm so sorry, little Ricky the Raccoon...!" she cried out with genuine regret at having somehow or other hurt the poor little rodent. And then -- naturally enough -- she took to sniffling over her hands and the ten neat little claw marks upon each of them, now...!

[ceptme]

[He rolls his eyes discreetly as he settles down a short distance away, smoothing his ruffled fur with a disgruntled air. He's not even a little bit sorry. You don't want clawed, you shouldn't go around picking people up without warning]