bakerstreet | Classic Hug Meme

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: Kissing isn't the only way that lovers share physical affection. Show your feelings with 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.

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Edited 2017-03-21 00:01 (UTC)

It had been a couple of weeks at this point that Papyrus had been pouring every moment not already alloted to his job or his chores around the house to a new task the ambassador of monsters had delegated to him. He, the Great Papyrus, was to design a puzzle to introduce dignitaries and ambassadors of several human countries to the well-loved and time-honored tradition of solving puzzles during their visit to the still developing monster city above ground. It would serve as part of their education regarding monster culture. The parameters had been made clear to him; the puzzle could not be dangerous, needed to be friendly to both inexperienced puzzle solvers and the more intellectually inclined, and could not last more than half an hour for all participants to work through. (Oh, and no need for spaghetti. They had already asked Grillby to cook.) A tall order to be sure, especially not being able to add a little risk for excitement, but he had assured Frisk that they would not be disappointed!

As a result, Papyrus...hasn't slept since the day Frisk asked.

While Papyrus still has ample time to build an impressive puzzle before the visit, he has yet to decide exactly how to present the joy of puzzles to the humans. It could be any number of types of puzzles, and choosing just one had the skeleton straining his marrow in thought. If he could just combine them without making them too complex... The pencil that has accompanied every design session has been sharpened down to barely long enough for Papyrus to still write and draw with comfortably. The ever increasing papers of designs are starting to collect in his room to the point it is almost resembling a corner of his brother's room.

He will do this! He must do this! If he can make a good puzzle, he can charm the important humans coming to see them! Then, they will be friends with all monsters! Then more humans will come to meet them, and all the monsters will have even more friends!!!

Hours after darkness has blanketed the sky bringing end to the day and a new night to the beautiful landscape around Mount Ebott and New New Home, Papyrus is still at it. Seated out on the porch and working by the lights at the front door, he taps the nearly depleted eraser against his knee staring at his latest potential plan. Something is still...off. A few taps of his boot on the ground and he turns the design sideways to look at it from a new angle. No, that doesn't help. He turns it back and reaches a hand up to rub at his neck. The hours curled down like this are not kind to his joints but it cannot be helped. A hum vibrates from behind his teeth, and all at once another spark of inspiration has him scribbling at the paper again.

Edited 2017-03-22 23:56 (UTC)

It's late now. Sans would have normally passed out hours ago, but for once, he's awake. He was about to head (re: shortcut) to the kitchen when a light from the porch gets his attention as he shuffles by.

Normally, that's not unusual. If Sans didn't know his own brother, he'd wonder why he wasn't already passed out. But Papyrus never half-assed anything. He'd been working hard for a long time now.

And you know what? That's call for a break.

Sans teleports behind Papyrus, not making a sound. His brother is just short enough hunched over in the steps that it's easy for Sans to drape himself over his back in a slow, casual hug.

"'Sup, bro?"

Edited 2017-03-23 15:04 (UTC)

The first touch against his back takes the lankier skeleton by surprise with a startled flinch of his frame half lifting boots from the steps and shrugging his shoulders as his head snaps upright even while he remains hunched forward with restraint. In that sudden jerk, accompanied by a rather choked piping noise, Papyrus clutches at his work, resulting in a long line of pencil over one half of his schematic. Turning his head to peek over his shoulder as Sans settles over his back, Papyrus lets out a sigh of relief as the tension dissipates right back out of his frame. Lazy though it may be, the hug at his back is a rather welcome and familiar comfort, and he keeps his spine flexed to let Sans stay put.

Sometimes he is tempted to put a bell on his older brother. This is one of those moments.

"SANS REALLY... I MAY HAVE FINALLY CREATED THE BEST POSSIBLE END OF THE PUZZLE FOR THE HUMANS FRISK WANTS ME TO IMPRESS, BUT YOU COULD HAVE LOOKED AT IT IN THE MORNING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO LATE?" Because obviously Sans should be in bed at this hour with everyone else.

Edited 2017-03-24 08:34 (UTC)

Sans grins. He settles his chin on Papyrus' shoulder - about as much shoulder as he has, anyhow.

"I could be asking you the same thing, bro. You can still do that in the morning, ya know."

Head tipped off to the other side to grant Sans a little extra space at that shoulder, Papyrus cocks up a questioning brow. Come on, this should be obvious. His tone is only a little impatient when he answers while Sans does not, "SANS YOU KNOW THIS HAS TO BE FINISHED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SO IT CAN BE FINE TUNED AND RECALIBRATED AT LEAST FIVE TIMES BEFORE THE VERY IMPORTANT HUMANS COME. BESIDES, I GET MY GREATEST IDEAS AT NIGHT!" Specifically because there is so little to distract Papyrus at these hours.

It is when he looks down to his work that he spots the new sloppy mark with a disapproving huff. Papyrus turns his pencil over to remove it with careful attention to leave the actual drawing intact, eraser scratching gently on the paper. Without prompt, he adds more to the thought, "BESIDES, USING THE SCALES TO OPEN THE DOOR OUT WILL NEED TO BE VERY PRECISE AND I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT JUST HOW MUCH TO USE TO BALANCE IT."

"I'm just saying--"

Sans holds a hand up. Outward, over Papyrus' shoulder.

"--you've been doing that all day, bro. A break's not gonna kill you."

A pause taken as he glances at that hand, he gets the feeling Sans is going to be insistent. He did, after all, make the effort to come outside to lounge on him. After a slow breath in, Papyrus replies with hesitation slowing the cadence of his words, "I SUPPOSE I COULD TAKE A FEW MINUTES..."

Focus shifted back to his brother at his shoulder, he is curious, "DID YOU HAVE SOMETHING IN MIND?"

The skeleton stays lazily draped over Papyrus' back. He props his head up and grins.

"I mean more like, taking it easy. Just in general. You want something to eat?"

Directly looking at Sans, Papyrus resists the attempt at corruption, "SANS I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE LAZY! I CAN RELAX AFTER THE VISITORS HAVE LEFT NEW NEW HOME, THROUGHLY BEFUDDLED BY MY ADVANCED PUZZLE-BUILDING SKILLS!" This puzzle could potentially make or break the visit!

"ISN'T IT TOO EARLY FOR BREAKFAST?" he wonders. He could easily eat something now that Sans has reminded him food exists, but he very much dislikes the idea of getting a midnight snack. In the dark, without a clock however, he cannot be sure if it is still too early for breakfast.

Edited 2017-03-29 16:16 (UTC)

"Alright, alright. Let's at least take a break then, alright?"

The skeleton's other arm comes up. It's his comb. He combs his skull for a second, then offers it to Papyrus.

"It's 3 AM. Close enough, though. The Denny's down the street's still open."

Classic Hug Meme

it's sans undertale

/Flings a tall skele at

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Edit 2 back; "AND I GET MY GREATEST IDEAS AT NIGHT!" (/facepalms at self)

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