hold her.
This is kinda based on the OC hugging thread... except • 2. Let me know if you feel like it's too similar to that / any thread and I'll delete it!
The premise of this thread is to cuddle the above OC! Are they happy? Are they sad? Are they purely just existing? Anything could warrant a cuddle.
Sample:
OC 1: first lmao
OC 2: I know you don't like hugs, but you look down...can I hug you?
OC 3: You're an absolute cinnamon roll. You deserve a kiss and a head pat.
The rules:
1. Wait 2 posts before responding again, unless the previous post is 24 hours old!
2. Put a little effort in your responses! At least 3 sentences minimum! We can't just go "*kisses* uwu" and leave things off at that!
3. Keep responses SFW! If there's anything triggering, try to black it out or spoilerize it!
4. As this thread is made with the intent of snuggling a character, I'm probably going to expect any romantic interactions coming in play. ROMANTIC INTERACTIONS BETWEEN AN ADULT OC AND A MINOR (EVEN IF THEY APPEAR LIKE ONE, BUT ARE MENTALLY OLDER) ARE FORBIDDEN.
• Additionally, don't feel forced to be super snuggly! A mere pat on the head and hug is acceptable, too. Just keep in mind that you need to be affectionate (genuinely or not) with the OC above!
5. This is completely optional, but feel free to add characterization notes (ESPECIALLY if the OC has any triggers / hates cuddles)!
I'll let someone else kick off this thread!
"Would you please sign here..?"
With a pen in hand, Caster nudges a small piece of paper towards Maribelle.
"You know what this is, don't you? Go on, take a guess."
It is in the shape of a heart, with pastel-pink, Times New Romance font.
"CUDDLE REQUEST FORM. PLEASE SPECIFY PARAMETERS AND SIGN BELOW."
"These are the conditions of the cuddle. As a certified cuddle-courier, it's imperative that I ask you to define the a. intensity, b. body temperature request and c. duration. Due to your age, we require you to keep the intensity below a four, and the duration no longer than ten seconds. If you'd like to request someone in a similar age range as yourself, please specify below. In that case, you may request any intensity or duration."
Caster shifts in his spot, stiffening slightly. He clicks the pen and pushes in his glasses before handing it to the youngster. Then, he cordially bows, smiling with utmost respect. A small stuffed toy emerges from his bag. He wiggles it in front of the child.
"This is for you, by the way. Our system has been backed up with so many cuddle requests lately. You know, sadness.. quite a spreader. This is to hold you over until we're able to process your request."
Caster settles the stuffed toy into Maribelle's hand. Upon closer examination, it appears to be that of a dove. Most of all, it is weighted, warm, and undeniably comforting.
"Think of it as a prelude of what to come."
"Yang? Yang? Yaaaaaaaaang?" Tortellini yowled, exploring the corridor intently. How she got into the building was a mystery, but all Tortellini knew was that there had to be treats here. She could smell them; or, at least, she swore she could. The only thing Tortellini could do right now was keep on hobbling around and take in her surroundings.
Tortellini's exploration was put to an abrupt halt upon encountering a pair of legs. Her head tilted upwards; her gaze had immediately met Casterbelle's. Finally, she found a human! All she needed to do now was work her charm and get a free meal.
"Brrp? Brrp!" the rotund Scottish Fold trilled, rubbing her face and amputated nub against Casterbelle's legs. She nibbled at his shoelaces, simultaneously rubbing her body against his leg. While she rubbed against the man, Tortellini let out jarringly loud yowls and trills.
When she was finally done, Tortellini hobbled away, pausing to glance at the elder party to make sure he was following her. It's treat time, Casterbelle. Hop to it.
Upon sight of the familiar tripod cat, Black let out a loud gasp. “Kitty!” he cooed, with a big grin on his face. He loved Tortellini so much… Mainly because she was one of his only sources of physical affection. Maybe one day he could have a snuggly cat like her, but if he couldn’t take care of himself, he certainly couldn’t take care of a cat. Maybe one day…
Either way, when the cat hobbled up to him, he scooped her up, and started clutching her close to his chest. He softly whispered, “Hi, baby! Hi, sweetheart! Snuggly baby, snuggly baby…” He began to give her belly pets, and sat down. He curled a little over her as he still petted her, and softly said, “Oh, I love you so, so much… You’re such a cute little baby…” He paused for just a moment, to look around and see if anyone else was nearby. It seemed the coast was clear, so he continued whispering, “You make me feel a little better every time you come ask for pets and cuddles. I feel terrible all of the time, so it means a lot…” He paused for a few moments once again, then softly said, “I wonder if cats ever have to deal with depression. You seem so happy… I wish you could just tell me the secret to feeling better, naturally, without all of that shitty quackery they call mental healthcare. But you’re a cat, and you can’t talk, so… I guess I have to deal with it. Cute baby… I wanna know how you’re so… Happy…” He started to cry a little. He would have wiped his tears away, since he didn’t want anybody else who may be walking by to see him cry, but his hands were full of a purring baby, so unfortunately for him, he couldn’t. Either way, as long as Tortellini was going to stay in his arms, he was going to be sitting there, loving the bundle of chonk and fur.
Black was simply sitting on the couch, wrapped up in his blanket as tightly as he possibly could make it. He was mostly staring at the ground, because… Depression, what’s new? He always felt like shit, and there was nothing he could do about it. Speaking of which, he had written something out for Beatrice, an admission of just how terrible things were, all of his feelings on a sheet of paper… But he was scared to give it to her. So for now, the sheet of paper would remain in one of the hidden pockets of his suit, and he would stay here, wrapped up in a blanket and staring at the floor.
“Alright,” Black simply said in response to being told Rochester wasn’t here, and the amount of time that had passed. He then went back to staring at the ground. What else was he supposed to do? Well, interact like a normal person, probably. That’s a bit hard when you’re nowhere near normal, though… Likewise, he did the same thing when asked if he needed anything. “No, I’m alright… Thank you.” The only thing he wanted right now was attention, which he was getting, so he was alright… He supposed, anyway.
Black somewhat blinked in surprise once Beatrice wrapped her arm around his shoulder, then leaned in a little. “Yeah, time with just us is good. I’m glad to have met you, too. And Rochester as well. Both of you have done a lot for me, and I appreciate it… And I suppose I am interesting. Sometimes, I wish I could be a little less interesting, though, you know?”
“Rochester isn’t home at the moment, sir,” Beatrice sighed while stirring her spoon through the usual cup of sweetened tea. She nonetheless sucked in a breath and peered over at her not-son just to see how he was doing. "She told me that she'd come back by, uh, around fifteen hours or so, and..." Beatrice tipped her hat slightly before looking over at the clock... And that was when she had to resist the urge to start kneading at the granite on the counter, just in case…
“... It’s currently thirteen hours, forty-five minutes.” It was indeed thirteen hours, forty-five minutes - but it might as well have been fourteen hours, forty-five minutes for the older journalist.
She kept the cup in her hands even as she started to approach Black. For a moment, Beatrice contemplated over whether she should hold out the cup to him, or just set it nearby for him to pick up on his own accord, and… It ended up making her brain fizzle out just a bit. How Rochester was able to make such decisions with ease evaded Beatrice’s comprehension, though it didn’t lead to resentment by any means. All that resulted in was the journalist awkwardly clutching the cup in her arms for a few seconds before she ended up setting it close to Black and his blanket.
Now it really did feel like thirteen hours, forty-five minutes again.
As she carefully wrung her fingers together, Beatrice then asked, “But with that out of the way… Do you need anything, sir? I mean… Besides the tea, or the blanket, or the writing…” The last word lingered on her tongue for a few seconds, as if that was meant to be the climactic end of her thoughts. It wasn’t, really. She just ended up feeling a bit lost, which made her frown and sigh, “... I did say that I’d keep you company until my wife returned, but at the same time…”
Again, the words lingered in the air. Beatrice couldn’t help but silently scold herself for acting so damn lost, especially when she was in her sixties. Tradition had dictated that the thirties, or perhaps the forties, should’ve been the last years of uncertainty. Not the fucking sixties. The journalist’s frown deepened for a moment before she peered back over at Black, who ended up causing her frown to soften a bit- Hell, even converted slightly into a smile as she carefully stepped towards him and carefully wrapped an arm around his shoulder. The touch was loose enough for her to quickly reel it back if he got uncomfortable, but warm enough for it to feel genuine.
“... It’s good to have some time between just you and me, you know?” the journalist remarked with a slightly raised brow, “I know it sounds a bit odd for someone like me to be saying this, but…” She paused and rubbed her chin. “... I’m glad to have met you, sir. Really. My wife has definitely met some interesting people over the years, but…” Her smile growing slightly, Beatrice carefully nudged Black with her arm and chuffed in jest. “... You’re definitely one of the more interesting ones, mm?”
@ NP: Beatrice.... isn't really the type of person to be super cuddly? the most she'll really tolerate much of the time is a quick hug, but she's willing to test the limits for characters she already trusts. u_u
I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP or ELSE. maybe.
Yes, Andrea is fluffy, but it doesn't mean that she likes being hugged or cuddled. But, she had a urge, her tail strangely wagging. When Gabe came contact with her, she climbed up his back and she wrapped her paws around his neck, not too tight though. "Good evening! How was your day?" Andrea asked the Pyro, the wolf hybrid looked somewhat excited. "Oh! I can make you tea! Just wait a moment went I jump off." She jumped off and made some tea, pouring out into a cup. Andrea came back with a cup of tea, sitting next to Gabe, not too close. "God, why am I so fluffy! Despite being an advantage during the winter time, it makes me sweat a lot!" Andrea complained, growling softly. Gabe decided to hug Andrea, he couldn't handle her thick fur. He pressed against Andrew's neck fluff and hugged her, the wolf goat seemed a bit calm. "Thanks, but it's not necessary, and you could let go now." She pushed Gabe's hands gently.
Andrea can be cuddled, but when you get to cuddly she will get mad, also can offer you tea or something lol.
"Hewwo!!" Oh god, this weird little kitten speaks owo. Does it have six legs?
She latches onto Andrea's leg, promptly climbing all the way up to her shoulders. Balancing carefully, Brie nuzzles her face against Andrea's cheek. "You're vewwy sowft! I'm sowft too! Wats your nawme?? I'm Bwie!!"
She curls around Andrea's neck like a fluffy necklace, continuing to nuzzle under her chin.
"Are you a space cat from the planet VENUS?!" Hero squee'd as he rushed up to pet he gently on the head with their mechanical hands. "I haven't seen anything like you except in the comics!" Their hand gently went down her feline back as a smile crept into Hero's eyes.
Oh ok. Ayano is here now. She's not good at anything like this and has only learned from platonic cuddles from Lucifer, but she can try. Ayano just hugged Gabe, her ears flopped to the side of her ushanka as her tail lowered. Ayano sighed under her breath, she just rested her head on Gabe's shoulder, the side where it wasn't burnt that is. Ayano seemed rather comfortable there, as she seemed to let her arms down, still hugging him, though.
As a firbolg, people had told Ylarian that his fur was really fluffy and warm whenever they hugged him, or he hugged them. And he loves small and cute creatures, so when Ayano happened to stand before him he couldn't help himself to reach out and pat her head before pulling her into a hug, sweeping her off her feet as well. It took him a moment before he put her down quickly, dusting her clothes off and speaking up. "Sorry, I should have asked you if hugging you would be okay before doing it... Please accept my apology."
"Are you sure you don't want that much meat in your dinner?" crooned Brown with a sly flutter of her lashes, "Frankly, I think you're missing out! And that is a bit of a shame now, is it?" A coy lilt nonetheless permeated much of her words as she hummed and started to strut around her guest... Like a wolf circling its prey- Wait. Terrible metaphor. (But was it inaccurate?)
She raised her brow and continued, "Besides, meat tends to have so much more flavor packed into it. It's just... There! you do not have to do as much to it to unlock its full potential, though..." The middle-aged woman paused, even as her heels continued to click against the floor, and rubbed her fingers along her jawline. "... To be fair, that sort of predictability, as well as the decreased effort, does make cooking less fun. One should opt to experiment with ingredients and preparations until they eventually score the right sort of delicacy. Wouldn't you agree?"
And that was where she left the question hanging.
Brown then opted to creep a bit closer to the firbolg and remark coolly, "I mean... I suppose that as an adventurer, you would know that... I do have to give you some credit for opting to choose this manor as your lodging for the night, out of all the 'hospitable' places within the city..." Her lip pulled back slightly to reveal some teeth right afterwards. Gee! Wonder why! She afterwards took a step closer to her guest. "... It's quite brave. And intelligent too, knowing that this will most likely be free and for the taking. You know how I'm rather, well, selective with my guests."
Was she now?
After shaking her head, the virago then threw her head back in laughter as she barked, "But hey!", and carefully placed her arm onto the firbolg's shoulder. Her hand gave it a brief, albeit noticeable rub before she continued, "It could be worse! You opted to take a risk for decadence, and that is fair! I would much rather have to deal with myself, but manage to get a rich-looking house in the process, than the inverse! A more 'tolerable' fellow, but in mediocre housing..." She drew back her lip in what seemed to be mock disgust. Hopefully it was mock disgust? "... I'd rather not, really! Sure, the aristocrats around here kind of treat me like shit, but you cannot deny that opulence is one of the most alluring things out there-" Now grinning almost wildly, Brown broke off to crane her neck towards the other.
"Isn't it?"
@ NP: Brown is meant to be human, so check out her Human tab if considering her appearance!! I'm just posting as her urban legend tab in case it inspires your response!!
also, characterization notes are under a spoiler for the sake of post brevity.............. you're welcome to get creative, but do keep these in mind if considering her potential reaction.
Brown isn't normally one for physical contact. this is so fucking sad. the most she'll really tolerate from anyone, even if they're close with her, is a quick hug. anything more than that will either cause her to start getting snappy/aggressive, emotionally withdraw (especially if she feels overwhelmed), or just.... get flustered. (though keep in mind that the latter is only really possible if she already likes/trusts your character!! the former will be the most common if she's touched by a stranger, or someone she dislikes/distrusts.)
all of this sucks because her hugs are actually rather strong and snug. (buff woman rights y'all........... /lh) she also tends to wear fur and feathers, so she'd probably be rather soft to the touch as well. also, keep in mind that she's only like. 5 feet tall (aka she's rather small for an adult woman), so yes.... it is probable that your character can touch her hair if they're tall enough, but at what cost. (it's actually rather soft and well-cared for much of the time. she'd probably just judge you if you do it.)
I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time........
The wind billowed the loose fabric of Muriel's skirt around her legs, inviting the cold to pierce through. She lugged the barrel up the path with a furrowed brow; why was a home delivery necessary so late in the evening? Couldn't Brown have picked up her moonshine the next day? It's not like they were anything more than acquaintances, people who passed by each other at the market with a friendly nod. Muriel caught her breath at the door before knocking.
The plan had been to drop the moonshine off and leave, but when Brown invited her in, Muriel couldn't deny feeling grateful to be out of the chill. "I appreciate your kindness," she said with an overly polite dip of the head. She sat when a chair was pulled out and had no reason to object when the barrel was cracked and two glasses of amber drink were poured. The alcohol warmed her core and lulled her posture into more of a slump. "You didn't have to share with me," Muriel insisted, though her smile betrayed her formality.
By the end of the night, Muriel's head was resting completely on her folded arms, over the table and nearly asleep. What had they talked about? Her mind was far too cloudy and her face far too hot to feel secure in having been appropriately professional. "I think it's time for me to go," Muriel quietly announced, rising slowly so as not to stumble. As she passed by Brown on the way to the door, the goat bent downwards in an awkward hug, both arms wrapped clumsily around the other woman's shoulders. "Thank you," she managed, before returning upright and showing herself out.
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Muriel beamed as Iago settled onto her shoulder, offering him a friendly scratch. "Hello," she replied, taking a seat on the ground (as well as a break from her work) to rest with the creature.