#forced hug

[undead-knick-knack]

He can't escape their love and friendship

[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.

[remynisce]

Love to see the evolution of their dynamic in the latest chapters

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

I have a lot of neurodivergent kids in my family. And I’ve worked with a lot professionally. And I often see their parents think the kids don’t want to connect, when they would love to — they just want to do it differently.

If they don’t like jokes and teasing, they might like silly noises or yes-and improv.

If they don’t like playing a competitive or narrative game with toys, they might like to take apart a toy, or sort/stack/line toys up, or get buried under toys.

If they don’t like biking or walking a trail in the woods ‘properly,’ they might like to walk along fallen logs, stand in the creek or look under rocks and leaves for creatures.

If they don’t like hugs and cuddles, they might like to bump shoulders, touch fingers, hand hug, spin around together, or (if they like more intense input) wrestle, push faces together, squeeze each other hard or run into you.

If they don’t like putting on kids’ music in the car or to dance to, they might want to listen to a game or show soundtrack, nature noises, a podcast, binaural beats, house music or metal.

If they don’t like animated movies where sad or scary things happen, they might like younger kids’ gentler shows, or adults’ science and history shows, or live zoo and nature cams.

And so many of them would benefit so much from the adults just slowing down. Not scheduling so much in the day, not rushing them through an activity, not stopping them playing the same song or watching the same bug for an hour, letting them absorb everything their way. Seeing it as a meditation instead of a problem. Joining them there.

And if you were one of those kids being rushed and scolded, trying to make yourself like teasing or competition or intense movies or a full social schedule — I’ve been reparenting myself and you can too. Whenever you notice something isn’t giving you joy — you can do it differently. Not everyone is forcing themselves through things they hate for “fun,” and we don’t have to.

[grumpoww]

I'm sorry I'll never stop drawing them being physically affectionate

[cupophrogs]

Together

[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. :)"

[hidingwhere]

141 with reader on their team

You’re a soldier like the rest of them, but know quite a lot about medicine and therefore share the role of both soldier and medic. You’d been with them ever since the task force had been assembled and the rumours flying about on base never really died down.

You, Kyle, Simon and Johnny. Were you friends? Lovers? No one knew. Some swore they’d walked in on you and another kissing, but none of you had ever denied or confirmed that. John didn’t comment on the whispers he heard so frequently, letting his children live peacefully.

Heaven forbid one of them saw John sitting on the sofa alone; because they’d join. If Simon innocently sat down beside him, Kyle would then find him and sit next to him. Then Johnny would find them, dramatically laying across the three of them who had already fallen asleep. Eventually, you’d sniff them out and lounge on top of Johnny, only lightly disturbing him as he rests a hand over your back.

The team worked perfectly together, like a puzzle with all the pieces. A father and his four chaotic children, causing havoc with one another as laughs and giggles filled his office where they lingered after missions.

Even some nights, when Johnny would complain about his sore muscles, he’d always convince one of you to join him in the shower. That’s why peoples opinions were always so mixed on the four of you; how could a group that close not be romantic? Others just suspected friends with benefits and left it at that.

During missions, if any of the boys got injured, you’d be next to them in a heartbeat, staying calm as you patch up a non-fatal bullet wound or force an oxygen mask over their mouth after suffering a concussion or close explosion. You’d kiss their cheek, sometimes with a little too much force, after you knew they were fine and would recover well. Johnny would sometimes ask for one on the lips (and you’d sometimes give it to him).

Gaz would demand massages everywhere after the mission, and Simon (although wouldn’t say directly) appreciated when you sat with him afterwards in silence, and enjoy when you’d yap about random things. It kept him entertained and focused on something other than his negative thoughts. He’d act annoyed when Johnny, Kyle and you would squeeze into his small bed on base and refuse to budge, all lying in the small space, limbs tangled and bodies pressed close together.

However, when they all went home, you’d never mention anything about what you were doing, if you were meeting anyone, seeing family. You were always quieter on the plane ride back to England, more distant and lost in your own head. They knew where you lived, on the outskirts of London, but wanted to know more. One day when Kyle asked if you’d be seeing family, you shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno,” was all you responded with.

So John invited you round his house. Then Johnny found out, claiming his apartment was too far away and convincing John to let him stay round his house as well. Then Johnny forced Simon to stay with them (he didn’t need much convincing); and when they arrived at the airport Kyle somehow ended up in Johns car as well (influenced by you).

At Johns house, the four of you ended up falling asleep over one another on his sofa as he cleaned up the mess of the food you’d nicked from his cupboards. Johnnys snoring woke you up multiple times, but he made up for it in his own ways.

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this was a random idea I had that I needed to get down 🙂‍↕️. Interpret it how you want, they could be just friends or they could all be secret lovers. Who knows? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[ahhrenata]

a quick sketch to start the day :)

[orithekraken]

not hot enough (to stop)

[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

[amandamadeathing]

Social media exchange between Tech and Omega.

[abisalli]

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

[r0sy-maple-m0th]

TW; sa

someone replied to a funny-haha comment I made on ep 120 and it's got me thinking cause this person so smart anddd you should all go like their reply

hereeee are the screenshots;

first off, if you dont know what they're talking abt when they say monty is likely an sa survivor (yes ik hes dead but that was because of a TRAIN so hes still a survivor), im pretty sure they're referring to the flashbacks in ep 87. that ep always made me uncomfortable, but I haven't seen many ppl mention the implications behind it

like putting your hands on him while he screams at you to knock it off is already setting off red flags, but the fact you can see marks on places like his thigh and hip? that reaaallyy rubs me the wrong way

alrr now back to ep 120

when will kissed him, his reaction was definetelyy more than just "whut is this sissy white boy doin he is about'tuh DIE".

every time we see montresor in an intimate "relationship," hookup is proly a better word, it was always him that initiated it. he likes to keep control over that aspect of his life because its something he couldnt always control. will kissing him was the first exception to that rule.

so for monty to lose his last bit of control, especially in a situation like that, mustve been horrifying for him. imagine having to relive some of ur trauma while also actively developing a new trauma. not fun!

also add in the internalized homophobia he definitely has from his time period and the church? HORRRIBLEE combination of things 😭

i rly hope they have a sit down in the future and just vent to each other because god they need it

[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 😎