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bakerstreet2014-11-20 08:07 pm
slaughtergreedy) wrote in bakerstreet2014-11-20 08:07 pm
/CLINGS FOREVER
action is fun and smut is nice and mysterious magical hijinks through space and time are the bomb diggity. and sometimes you just want to aggressively cuddle your friend/sibling/parent/pet/lover/acquaintance/this new person you are meeting now.
this meme is for just that: latching on and not letting go until that what/whoever has been cuddled.
how this works;
1. post your character with as much/little information as you want (name/series/preferences/whatever).
2. go to rng for a number for where and why the cuddles are happening. or just pick one.
3. respond to others.
4. cuddle. but like. really cuddle. no one is letting go until everyone is completely thoroughly cuddled.
a. where
1. by a heat source : because outside is cold but this fire/space heater/demon is warm and cozy and just right. winter is just getting started, okay.
2. away from a heat source : wow going out into the snow during a rainstorm a million miles from the nearest blanket was a poor choice--but wait. there's snuggles.
3. a private place : maybe you're watching a movie on the couch, maybe you're catching up on the newspaper in the breakfast nook, maybe it doesn't matter because whatever you're about to be cuddled.
4. a public place : cuddle time waits for no man or no "more appropriate" setting sometimes. out in a park, in an airport, in the middle of a food court--the time for snuggles is now and other people be damned.
5. somewhere else : if somehow a place which is unrelated to heat and/or neither in or outside. even in such a place there can still be cuddles.
b. why
1. the sleepies - it's been a long day and all you want to do is close your eyes for a bit. do this by claiming someone as a cuddle you can sleep on.
2. bad weather - heavy rain, thunder, blizzard, monsoon; these are things which ruin plans. luckily, they cannot ruin cuddles.
3. because surprise - is your buddy working too much and needs a distraction? are you being ignored when you need a hug? does the love just need to be spread? whatever it is, they won't see it coming until they're being snuggled.
4. activity conducive - maybe you're watching a movie or reading a book or squished together in a train car or dancing to the point of exhaustion or waiting in line for a thing. it's just super easy to change whatever you're doing into being a pile of cuddles. so do it.
5. so emotion very love - it's totally platonic but still totally overwhelming. the love you have for this person just needs to be expressed, and only a clinging of cuddles will do. hug them. hug them now and also forever.
6. jeepers creepers - was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream, a figment of your imagination, an actual serial killer? probably all. probably a nightmare ghost spider serial killer breaking out of your imagination. clinging to someone might fix it.
7. there, there, little friend - sick in bed, just been dumped or having some other sort of crappy day, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
8. that other thing - whatever, you do what you want. you go, cuddle friend. you do your thing.
lovingly squished together out of these memes and cuddled together.
this iS THE BEST POSSIBLE SURPRISE AAA <3
He's happy Magra is happy. He's happy she and her uncle are safe and sound together. He's happy she's found someone who makes her stomach get all knotted and overwhelmed, someone to chase after and feel painfully happy even in the simple proximity of.
Someone more important than he is.
And that's fine. That's right. That's as it should be. He wants the people he loves to find love of every variety in their lives. He wants Magra to have more people in her life who treat her like a princess, who share his utter adoration for her and beyond.
But it's hard. It's hard feeling like he's losing her. It's hard to let go of his best friend in the world--not counting the friend he'd found who was bound to his soul.
Which, perhaps, is ironic, because it means he's actually somewhat ignoring for the moment the Harbinger he's bound to as he drags himself to flop unhappily down on his bed. Which, in true karmic fashion, jerks very suddenly to the side as Nacreous bumps against it. He sits bolt upright with a squawk, reaching out with his flesh arm to smack at her lightly.]
Woah--! Woah. Nac-- Nac, stop. You're too big for that. You're gonna throw me out a window.
MAYBE TWO MORE SURPRISES FOR OTHERS WHO KNOWS JUST KEEP HAVING DRAGONS \ o /
the dusk harbinger squawks and jumps a bit, looking up at him with big green eyes before narrowing them and giving the dragon equivalency of a pout. hey! no smacking her, soulbond. nacreous shakes her head and huffs in an offended manner.
that's very rude to do towards the dragon who lets you ride on her back, you know.
she responds back to him with a series of unimpressed clicks and one last nudge to the bed. then she actually stops doing that action of hers because she's learned a long time ago that humans cannot fly no matter how much you encourage them. all the same she's pleased she's gotten his attention again, meaning she can enact her master plan.
with a cheerful cheep that was her way of greeting him, she places her front legs on the bed for some purchase so she can lean forward and just covers his face with her affection through sloppy and sticky licks. her tail thumps and swishes on the floor as a sign of happiness of having his complete attention again, that tail of hers nearly and definitely bumping into things that are inside his room and causing some of it to fall over.
there's a reason this dragon is an outdoor dragon even if there is a risk she'll tip the sheep over at night. she isn't the most graceful, not yet due to her age, but she is the most loyal like right now is showing. is he feeling better? is he? }
I JUST WANT DRAGONS FOREVER OKAY. IS THAT SO WRONG.
He's fairly certain she's chastising him. He's fairly certain it's not just for the light smack on the nose but also the general gloominess he's slowly fallen deeper and deeper into in the process of not finding Magra in the course of the afternoon.
He's completely certain that the bright cheep she concludes with can only ever come before an absolute attack of affection.] --hey--!
[But this is something he can't fight off. Nacreous is getting bigger, after all; and it's a good thing she's full of love and not anger, because he's not sure how well he'd be able to fight back if he needed to. His protests continue, soft and more in the world of half-displeased clacks of his tongue than anything else. It's likely deeply undermined by the affectionate way his arms squirm to almost pull around her neck, fingers skritching contentedly at her ears and jaw.
He'll worry about the mess she's obviously making later. For now, he's got slobber to wipe off his cheeks and a large dragon's head to smooth his fingers over gently and affectionately.] You're such a nag. 'm fine.
IT ISN'T. IT'S PERFECT. <3
her covering him in slobber and him not minding it too much besides the mess he'll have to contend with all by himself. there's so much a dusk harbinger can do. house cleaning and laundry are not part of those skills.
she tries to make up for it by being a loyal friend and partner. looks like she's doing that well enough. it's good to hear from him that he's okay, that he doesn't think its the end of the world because all of the sudden their friend is interested in mating. they still have each other. dragon slobber and all. the happy dragon becomes happier when feeling the familiar touch of his fingers against her scales.
purring in delight at getting skrtiches, nacreous stops her onslaught of affection to (gently!) headbutt him in jest. good soulbond, best soulbond.
then she tries to scramble up the bed to join him on the cushy mattress. while nac maybe growing bigger by the day, big enough that she's been more or less 'promoted' to outdoor dragons most nights, she likes to think that doesn't mean she can no longer hop in his bed whenever she pleases.
chirp! chirp! nacreous says to feilim while trying to settle in the bed. his bed won't fall apart, she's trying to tell him. magra's can still hold her from what she could notice when they dropped by her house in their quest to find the inventor. }
IT'S MY FAVOURITE AND I DON'T APOLOGIZE.
He isn't alone while Magra lives her own life. He's got the other half of his soul very much right here at his side, even when his usual human partner is crime is busy.
That's important to focus on, not the hurt from being neglected by a friend. This is what he should be focusing on, not feeling sorry for himself.]
--wait--
[His body moves entirely instinctively to make room for her, scooting up to the top of the bed so the dragon can settle curled up on the bottom (mostly, anyway; she's big enough now that she'll probably spill over onto the floor.]
You-- are getting too big for this, y'know.
[No matter what she seems to be implying with her optimistic little whistles. The bed certainly seems to be creaking unhappily in protest under them, shuddering just slightly with every scrambling motion.]
NEVER APOLOGISE FOR CUDDLES AND LOVE ♥
the bed doesn't have much to fear for now since, at last, the dragon settles in after kneading the mattress a bit to make it more comfortable. though it seems that no matter how much she wriggles and wiggles, her tail is going to stay on the ground. flopping and thumping on the ground whenever she twitched it to her annoyance.
one of the downsides of being a strangely larger-than-usual dusk harbinger. tiny compared to the rest but all beds beware her if she comes up for a nap.
or, in feilim's case, a brief cuddle while she nestled against him and purred loudly. his rude comment about her size forgiven quickly in light of recent events. she's here for him no matter what happens! thick and thin, she'll be a good friend and stick to him like sticky sugar syrup. one more lick to his face and bleat to emphasis that. it own't be easy getting rid of her, that's for sure. }
♥♥♥!
[Because that's definitely Nacreous huffing about his assessment. As she does settle in properly, his fingers resume their affectionate skritches, legs squirming just slightly to properly settle under her so that they both fit a little more neatly.]
You're just... growing up.
[As they all are. It's what's got Nacreous too large to fit in the bed. It's what's got Magra's hormones going bananas and distracting her completely. It's what's got Feilim frowning now in consideration of his own lanky body and half-mechanical limbs and entirely exhausted nervousness.]
That's... I mean-- that's not bad.
[So it's got to be not bad that Magra is living her life. It's got to be something he himself learns to live with.
It's tougher to swallow than the fact the Harbinger's tail doesn't fit in the bed anymore.]
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not that it stops her from noticing the way he looks at his frame, the way his frown is still sad. since becoming his friend and partner in almost everything they do together, nacreous has been quick to pick up tells and differences in his demeanour. from the way he walked to the way he tilted his head in that alarming fashion of his.
this is definitely disturbing him, the things he's saying. there's nothing wrong with growing up? is there?
not that she thinks so. they're getting bigger, they're getting better, they're getting taken more seriously now that dragons live with the villages. the dragon likes to think with its downs there are also ups.
if also she could say this coherently. not just give a series of clicks and cheeps at him, hoping he picks up at least half of her words. they're gonna need to have more dragon tongue lessons soon.
so for that'll have to do. besides looking at him while her ears flatten in approval at the skritches, giving a little inquisitive chirrup and then rubs her head against his hands. then starting to purring because that's another way for her to show the dragon approved affection that did not include covering him in dragon spittle. }
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His brow only furrows slightly. His understanding is mostly complete.
It doesn't stopping him sighing very softly, enjoying the proximity of being piled together like they are now.]
I mean, you're right. Just... it's gonna take time, I guess. T' get used to being grown up.