/CLINGS FOREVER

[slaughtergreedy]

The Let's Fucking Cuddle Meme



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.

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/scrambles into 5ever

[adversed]

[She's too big to carry now. D'Arcy has to settle for keeping her fingers like claws wrapped tight and possessive around the girl's hand in her own as they trail along the edge of the water. The trail isn't straight; her feet can't help following the natural curve of the water kissing the sand.]

We have each other.

[And, for all they both loved Matthew dearly and with their full hearts, for all a piece of each of them belonged solely to him, they belonged to Each Other.]

And we have our home. We wouldn't abandon our home.

[seaspirit]

Never ever?

{ at all? so that means they'll never leave this place, right?

that makes pearl sound hopeful and excited with that one question she ask. the possibility of knowing for sure that the two women who made such a strange and surreal but significant impact on her life will always be here-- it all but takes her breath away as she continues to following along, watching the way the sunlight reflected off the water or how the wind blew and played with d'arcy's hair, tossing it and blowing it but never letting it fall into tangles or knots the way her hair has a habit of doing on windy days.

like right now, she can't help but think with amusement while running one hand through her wild mane of red locks. } And no one else has ever bothered you two after grandfather… after grandfather. No one at all? Really? I thought my family might have...

[adversed]

[She's always been Gentle with Pearl. Pearl has always been Small, after all, and Precious to Matthew--meant to be Guarded and Protected, never hurt. That doesn't mean Pearl hasn't seen what's hard in her, surely.

There's something hard now as she turns to look down at the young human. Her jaw is clenched sharp and her eyes are flashing bright and her entire being, briefly, catches the same violence of a gentle breeze which turns suddenly into a rough gale.

It passes quickly enough, but it's There--always beneath the surface, like the sea itself.]

No one bothers us. No one who we don't want to find us ever does.

[seaspirit]

Oh...

{ at the end of the day she's still young. despite her growth spurt and her wild hair, pearl was a child who saw the world through the way it glimmered in the glass.

she trusts d'arcy. after all the years she still trusts her like the way she trusted her grandfather tossing her up in the air despite his old age. there was an instinct to believe her, let her hold her hand and follow after without any questions or fears in the back of her mind.

even when there is a glimpse of a storm, a hint of danger -- she drifts closer to her with a trusting smile and bright eyes. }

Does that mean-- So you allowed me to find you today? Did you?

[adversed]

[Of course Matthew's line would hold more humans with the hearts of sailors. No matter that the middle generation seemed less than inclined toward it; Pearl had gotten that easy open trust of the sea which allows for affection rather than rage.]

Of course, little one. [Her fingers shift with a certain Gentleness around the hand in her own as she tugs them lightly along the shore.] You are always allowed.

[At least, when she was alone like this. When she came with her quiet pure heart and bright trusting eyes.]

[seaspirit]

{ if she tries hard enough, she can recall faint memories of clinging to d'arcy or zhaojun. always being enveloped in the smell of sea salt and something lighter or sweeter, depending who she was with, and understanding she's safe and sound. knowing someone she loves, still loves after all this time, trusts her so much is amazing.

it's why her eyes light up, brighter than ever, and her the green of her eyes matches the green of the seas on a summer's day. }

I promise to be good, D'Arcy. Make you proud of me.

{ she isn't sure how she can accomplish that but she's going to try her best, darn it. seems only right it. to make up for the silence from her family up until now, their total apathy besides her uncle who has long since retired from sailing.

pearl thinks, privately, what turned her parents off from the seas was the same thing that made her love it so much: her grandfather's complete adoration of it, his total devotion to the waters. the constant stories of the bygone days of pirates and explorers and buried treasures. }

D'Arcy… Is it too much to ask if we can swim? { because being so close to the water, hearing the laps gently rushing to the shore to embrace the sand, is the siren call to her heart. } Just for a little while?

[adversed]

[It's such a Funny thing. Pearl speaks as if she isn't Certain she's already proven herself worthy of pride for coming here at all, when she's perhaps the only person in the entire town by this shore to willingly seek the sirens--and ask to enter the sea with them absolutely free of prompting.

It's how a person Survives the sea: surrendering with a deep devotion. Trusting with an open heart. Allowing the sea to Take if the sea saw fit.

Her laugh is a brief, light sound, barely audible in the gentle breeze licking the shore.]

Just for a while, little one. This has to be our secret.