#forced hug

[undead-knick-knack]

He can't escape their love and friendship

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

nnnnniightmarrwrrrr hes so WIFE!!!! i wanna give him a HUG!!!! (i will probably die mid-process)

Nightmare: QUESO Y ARROZ, YOU COULD'VE ASKED FIRST- Nightmare: (LET GO OF ME) CC: *motion blur* CC: ~crunch~ Anon: worth…

QUESO Y ARROZ // CHEESE AND RICE

[girlsdogmotif]

Just a Hug

“I hate you.” Whumpee whispered, not brave enough to angrily yell it in Whumper’s face.

Whumper just smiled. It wasn’t a particularly cruel smile, or a sympathetic one. It was just a smile, this understanding grin that made Whumpee’s heart beat faster, confused and nervous.

“I know.” Whumper replied, their tone giving away about as much as their smile did.

They took a step toward Whumpee, raising their arms, causing Whumpee to flinch and take a step back, despite knowing they had nowhere to go.

When Whumper didn’t make any move to get closer, Whumpee hesitantly looked up at them. Whumper only tilted their head, nodding to them knowingly. It was with that movement that Whumpee realized–they were offering a hug.

Their immediate reaction of disgust and anger was quickly pushed to the back of their mind as they realized they were going to have very little choice in this matter.

Against all of their instincts Whumpee took a step forward, slightly closing the distance between them. Humiliation coils in their gut as they forced themself to walk to their tormentor. They would have preferred Whumper just grab them or hit them, rather than this empty gesture of care, but they realized this was intended to be a different form of torture. Juxtaposing the violence with comfort, making them initiate it.

For a brief moment they considered punching Whumper in the gut (or further south) and making a run for it. But they knew Whumper would just catch them, and they would be paying for their escape attempt with two broken legs, or worse.

When they got close enough that their head was level with Whumpers chest they turned their gaze up to see if Whumper was going to suddenly slap them or throw them to the ground but they just looked down at Whumpee expectantly, with their insufferable smirk.

Swallowing their pride and defiance, Whumpee lifted their shaking arms and lightly wrapped them around Whumpers torso. It was only then they felt Whumper’s arms wrap around them. Their grip was tight, but not punishingly so. They were also warm, really warm, compared to the dampness of the underground cell. Whumpee could hear Whumper’s heart beat calmly in their chest, compared to their own rapid heart rate.

They felt Whumper’s chin rest on their head with a soft hum and against their will they started to melt into the hug. Closing their eyes they could almost imagine it was Caretaker hugging them. With their warm, calloused hands and apple smelling shampoo, Whumpee was almost able to imagine the smell of Caretakers laundry detergent before the were snapped back to reality by a hand that was definitely not Caretakers sliding down their back to their hips, grip tightening possessively.

Whumpee felt tears sting in their eyes, trying to pull away–afraid of their tears staining Whumpers shirt, and of the vulnerable position they just put themselves in. But before they could end the hug, Whumper pushed their head back into their chest.

“Shhhhh….it’s okay, sweetheart.” The voice fully pulled Whumpee out of their haze, and they felt a rush of dread. This was wrong. This was really really wrong. They start to pull away again but quickly realized they weren’t being let go. They were stuck in Whumper’s hold that only tightened with each weak push at their chest.

“Oh come on, fifteen seconds ago you were crying in my arms, what changed your mind?”

“Just let me go!” Whumpee, starting to hyperventilate, desperately pushing at Whumpers chest but fails to get out of their strong grasp.

“Jesus, fine!” Whumper lets them go and they stumble back a few steps. “I was just trying to be nice and offer some comfort, I know how hard this has been for you.”

Whumpee stared wide-eyed at Whumper, trying to get their breath back while warily watching for Whumper’s next move.

“Wow, well you are more skittish than I thought you’d be at this point.” Whumper huffs, mildly annoyed lightly pinching their nose bridge. Whumpee’s just glad they don’t seem angry.

“We’ll work on it.” Is the last thing Whumper says before exiting the cell and clicking the lock shut.

[massiveladycat]

leo shouldve learned how to cope with his trauma and his need for validation instead of rick slapping a girlfriend on him and calling it a day. in this essay i will-

[aberrantcreature]

Reunion in the stars.

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[ahhrenata]

a quick sketch to start the day :)

[abisalli]

If canon won't let them hug, I will make them hug

[lucabyte]

i CANNOT stress enough how incompatible the themes of these two pieces of media are. i promise my media literacy ability is actually good im well aware that these character mappings are absolutely nothing. that said. play with me in this space. in this sopping wet miserable space. its bad luck to kill a piou piou

original screenshots (and hypnosis 1904) for reference

[eobe]

When I was working on this, I saw that @superiorsniper sneaked in, abolutely in character without any interaction. I think you felt that I just worked on Lula in your face 😀 That‘s it – welcome, enjoy and get Lula‘d for superior grumpyness 😀🫶🏼

This time I tracked time again on this piece. It took me 1 hour and 19 minutes. I‘m getting better 😎

[squibyquiby]

i squeeze people when i hug bros gonna be forced to give me a hug (and i do NOT let go first ive once held the hug even after someone let go and they where just standing there lmao)

I just know petey gives the worst hugs in existence. even if he initiates it he's not pressing his torso to the other person's and just awkwardly traps them between his long fatless stick arms

[forcebook]

Let the feeling of missing do its magic. If you’re with me every day, I’m scared you’ll get bored of me. Oh Arm, you mean you’re scared I’ll stop breathing if I don’t get to hug you while sleeping every night.

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[aipurjopa]

are you okay with it ending like this?

[chikorra]

Me: "I am going to draw something wholesome af about RG right now!!"

*the supposed wholesome RG drawing*

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... Seriously it was supposed to look cute and hopeful!!! Why me whyyyyyyyyyyyy uuugghhhhhhhhh

👇The "also depressed original" with just shadow:

[aprilblossomgirl]

That last thing she said to me feels like a curse. Whenever I start to catch feelings for someone, I keep replaying that sentence in my head. I shouldn’t love anyone else. I’m only going to hurt them. That’s why I’m scared. I’m too scared to open up to love again.

Arm, do you trust me? What do you say? Trust you with what? Breaking the curse.

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