You cling on to any little kindness, like a lost puppy.

[seethers]

Eager to Please AKA THE LOST PUPPY MEME Whether this person is all sugar and fluff or gruff Brillo pads is inconsequential. What does matter is that when you show them a little warmth, a little kindness, and they're putty. They're completely yours. They want to do right by you, in their way, and you might realize you have a lost puppy on your hands. Use your powers for good, not evil. How to Play This is your regular meme. You know what to do. Character, info, desired role/s, preferences, hard nos, etc. Reply to other people. You known what to do x 2. Prompts GEN: They just want to make you happy. You're their friend or ally, after all. SHIPPING: What can they do for you? What can bring that sparkle to your eye? SMUT: So, so eager to please.

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Tiffany Doggett | Orange is the New Black

[tucky]

[This character is tailor made for being the pleaser in this meme, and she can be used for good as well as evil - she can canonically be convinced to fall in with anyone who gives her attention and praise. M/F only for shipping, no underage characters or characters over thirty for shipping (nothing personal, I'm just not into large age gaps), and no smut for any manipulative, "using their powers for evil" scenario. Completely OTA for gen!

Content warning info is here, but I wouldn't have any of this come up in a thread unless the player contacted me and told me to bring it on.]

Theo [The Crying Child] / Five Nights at Freddy's 4 [AU]

[withoutslumbering]

[Gen only, and definitely the lost puppy in this equation. Please be nice to the little lost puppy!]

george washington | turn

[ifprovidence]

cw: previous nightmare reference/memories, all the fluff for this actual thread

[asmartman]

[ Lafayette wakes up to an absence of actual pain, warm, if scant bedding, and the familiar stench of camp (fire, old tents, irregularly washed bodies and uniforms, instead of death.

It still takes him a long moment to realize he is awake, the ghost of fingers crushing his windpipe, the kiss of a blade on his cheek, still too strong in is mind to realize they might not be real.

When he raises his fingers to his cheek, where Washington's sword marked his face, the skin is wet - with tears - but unbroken, and he nearly drops out of his cot to kneel for a moment and thank the lord. It lets him gather his thoughts...

Washington.

Good merciful God, please let not this be a sign that something has happened to him...

Lafayette dresses hastily, only propriety trained into him since he was way too young keeping him from rushing across camp in his sift, and barefoot. As it is, his hair is in disarray, and his neck-cloth carelessly tied as he does rush, bursting into the darkened tent (he has not even checked what time it is, but it is dark, and there are few soldiers about who see him, mostly watchmen), breathing difficult. ]

Mon général?

[ And then it registers that Washington might be asleep, and he lowers his voice to a strange-for-him near-whisper. ]

Mon général...

[ifprovidence]

[For reference, the related nightmare thread can be found here.

For obvious reasons, Washington is a light sleeper, when he manages to sleep. He was freed from his duties before the sun managed to peek over the horizon for what seems like the first time in weeks and he was out barely after his head hit the bed. In sleep, he looks older, the carefully crafted defensed having melted away and only the worry-lines remaining between his eyes, across his forehead. At least his dreams seem to be unrattled, given his general sort of stillness under his blankets, a few more than other men might have.

He grunts as Lafayette barges into his tent, the soft sounds of his footfalls and rustling shaking at the ends of his consciousness; everything is too dangerous for him to ignore the small sounds of nothing. Without thinking, he begins to drift off again, only then Lafayette speaks and he pushes him more firmly into awakening, even if it's slow and groggy. He groans again, putting one hand over his face as if that will somehow put him back in Mount Vernon with a warm fire and his wife and his holdings and not the crush of the war, but instead all it does is provide Lafayette's voice - it's definitely Lafayette's voice, even three-quarters asleep he knows -- in a whisper. With effort aching all over, he sits up, turning and still blinking half-asleep at the other man.]

Marquis. What is it?

[asmartman]

[ What shreds were left of Lafayette's composure, those groans completely destroyed it. (Normally, he would realize that these are normal, sleepy sounds. His agitated mind only takes them as sounds of pain, and his body is chilled by the implications.)

It's only when the General sits up, when his voice, sleep-thick but steady, calls out to him, does some semblance of sense try to return. Lafayette's voice still sounds far, far too small and frail when he speaks again, scrambling for anything that might... work.... ]

I-- I heard that you were ...* **blessé*. Stabbed. [ Never mind that if Lafayette had heard such a thing, the whole camp would be in uproar. It's the only thing he can come up with that might not make Washington angry. He can't... he can't stomach the General's anger, not right now. ]

I wanted to check...

[ And Lafayette just. Trails off. Because... that is ridiculous, no? ]

[ifprovidence]

Stabbed?

[For a couple of moments, he gazes at Lafayette in uncharacteristic bafflement. He is not sure exactly what part of this series of events has him more confused. Lafayette has appeared, unannounced and in some disarray, in his tent, in the middle of the night, claiming that he has heard he has been stabbed. He hides his speechlessness, his senses appearing more completely and his face smoothing over.

It's then he notices the more important part - in the little candlelight, Lafayette looks, well. He looks bad. Not in disarray sort of manner, but there's a fearful expression twisting on his face, and his cheery boisterousness has seem to have gone missing. Finally, Washington sits up properly and takes in the man a second time. His irritation at the person who said he was stabbed is quickly subsumed by his concern for this man with hunched shoulders and fearful eyes.]

Who told you I was stabbed? I will see they are punished for upsetting you so, my dear. Please, sit, take a breath.

[He gestures to the end of the bed and makes room.]

[asmartman]

[ Um. Oops. He does not mean to get anyone in trouble.

I should not have lied...

He shakes his head, hovering a moment, holing back, before, yeah, he was always going to give in to that invitation. Though it's a near thing that he sits on the bed, instead kneeling on the ground before it.

Very, very near thing.

He takes a deep breath, eyes flickering, in the scant light, to the General's exposed neck. To the pristine night-shift. His fingers itch to reach, but being close is better than not. Instead of the stench of death and rot, he can feel the slightly stale, but very much alive, smell of a man, and it helps settle him, just a little. ]

I do not know his name. It was - [ He runs a hand back through his hair. ] I was in a rush, with such a thought.

[ He's trying not to sink deeper. Such a thought is better, more precise, then such news, is it not?

A moment, and the agitated, but settling mind of the young man grasps something important, finally. He ducks his head down. ]

I awakened you. I am sorry... I am sorry, my dear general.

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock BBC | m/m for shipping, however if you want gen...

[desecrated]

[[ooc: up to you if you want the broken!AU version or not.]]

yahaba shigeru ( haikyuu!! )

[sidereum]

[ not the lost puppy. m/m for ships. ]

carrie white | carrie

[mindmoves]

( puppy. )

Kaidou Kio | Loveless | OTA

[bareback_dragon]

Re: Kaidou Kio | Loveless | OTA

[pinned_butterfly]

[OOC: Would you mind a Soubi? He's more of a puppy who pretends he's a callous cat around Kio, but...]

[bareback_dragon]

[ooc: would I mind a Soubi? Of course not!! He's pretty much everything Kio wants xD ]

Hurrah!

[pinned_butterfly]

[Soubi Agatsuma does not, at first glance, appear to be the clingy type. In fact, if you were to ask any of his peers at school you'd hear that he shuns company and has a heart as cold as a lump of ice. But to a very, very few people - Kio Kaido being one of them - Soubi has shown another side of himself. This side is very clingy indeed, and it obsesses over the target of its affection to the exclusion of all else. The fact that said target is a prepubescent boy does not seem to matter.

And it's in the throes of this clinging, starry-eyed obsession that Kio will find Soubi this afternoon in the wide and empty studio where the students keep their ongoing projects. Soubi should be finishing the painting that is due tomorrow, and it's evident that he came here with the intention of doing so because the half-blank canvas is still spread across the concrete floor. But at the moment he's not actually doing any work: instead, he is sitting hunched in a patch of late afternoon sun, his back to his project and his pale hair hanging in a curtain around his face. He is texting furiously on his phone, and even through the shroud of hair it's easy to see that he is smirking.

He doesn't lift his head when Kio enters the room; his smile doesn't change either. He simply murmurs an unfriendly greeting to his only real friend.]

You're late, Kio.

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - OTA

[lunchleader]

((Either role, though he leans towards being the (cheerful) puppy))

Belial/Barrie | Vassalord | OTA

[derelinquo_caelum]

Vincent Nightray | Pandora Hearts | ota

[an_unsound_mind]

Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[tiltheend]

Johnathan Hale | Teen Wolf OC | OTA

[causesearcher]

selina kyle 彡 batman: arkham

[catburgles]

genos | one punch man | castmates

[biomechanic]

[CYBORG PUPPY]

nina sayers | black swan

[swansings]

( yeah, puppy. )

Kiriko Shijima - Kamen Rider Drive - Open to Anyone

[drivesshotgun]

((Definitely not the lost puppy.))

En Yufuin | Cute High Earth Defence Club Love! | OTA!

[lazywater]

[Too sleepy to be the puppy]