#soft touch meme

[part5-oc-dolce]

Ooooooo 009 for the soft meme (dailykars) more of kars bruh nicer than ever in canon

Soft Touch Meme #009 Bear Hug

@dailykars

[detroit-pd-rk900]

007 D:

RK900 had never witnessed someone cry. Of course he understood it and knew it occurred often in humans, but in androids - while possible - it was rare. So seeing Connor cry, not only an android but one who’s almost his mirror image… it startles him. He doesn’t understand why Connor would decide to come to him - of all things - to cry… but the fact shakes him to the core. It… troubles him. All he can seem to bring himself to do is wrap his arms around his predecessor and hold him close while he cries. 

If this Connor can break and has broken… maybe he can too. And this thought… it scares him.

Especially since he isn’t sure there’s someone he could trust to come to, were he in Connor’s place.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY DETECTED^^^

[littleshebear]

012. piggy back ride . Characters of your choice! For funsies <3

The Great Red War Tourney.

“Ready, my noble steed?”

“Ready, my lady!” Replied Krios, bracing himself as Sasha leapt onto his back, hugging him around his broad shoulders.

“Lance?” Krios passed her an old broomstick with a padded ball made from rags and string on the end of it. “Ready?” Sasha called to the other end of the field, where Hypatia was waiting, piggybacking on Hervor, holding her own lance.

“Three!” Shouted Hypatia.

“Two!” Replied Sasha.

“One!”

“Charge!”

The two titans ran at each other, with Sasha and Hypatia holding out their ‘lances.’ The field echoed with bloodcurdling screams as they charged. Both Hypatia and Sasha’s lances made contact but it was Sasha who went tumbling to the ground, with Krios stumbling backward as she tried to keep hold of his shoulders.

“Victory!” Cried Hervor, doing a little triumphal lap around their stricken opponents.

Hypatia waved her lance jubilantly over her head. “Contact and an unseating, that’s four points to us!”

“It’s not fair,” Sasha grumbled, rubbing her chest just below the shoulder. “You’re an exo, you’re more durable than me.”

“You have your Light!” Protested Hypatia. “Don’t be a sore loser.”

“We going again?” Asked Krios, helping Sasha to her feet.

“Of course we’re going again!” Sasha dusted herself off and hopped up on Krios’ back.

“What are they doing?” Shaxx peered past Zavala who was watching the antics in the field from his vantage point in the barn.

“I believe they’re titan jousting,” Zavala replied.

“Titan jousting,” repeated Shaxx, shaking his head. “Not the most productive use of their time.”

“Oh, let them have this,” said Zavala, the tiniest of smiles playing on his lips as he watched all four of them go tumbling to the ground, shrieking with laughter as they went. “Rest and play is every bit as important as training.”

“Hm,” Shaxx leaned forward, watching seriously, as if the word training had set off some pavlovian response in his brain. “You know…”

“No, Shaxx.”

“But-”

“You’re not putting this in the Crucible. What possible applications to combat could this have?”

Shaxx gestured, open-palmed towards the field. “Team work. Bonding. Balance, strength, coordination, I’m sure with some refinements-” He was interrupted by the sound of more laughter coming from the field. The competitors had decided to swap places, with the warlock and hunter carrying the two titans. The results were a shambolic mess of buckled knees and flailing limbs as they fell once more to the ground. “Perhaps not. Ah well,” he sighed turning away to go back to his station.

Sasha pushed herself up into a sitting position from her latest tumble and noticed Zavala watching. She grinned and waved to him. Zavala responded with an exaggerated royal wave, like a lord acknowledging his knights.

Hypatia followed Sasha’s gaze. “Oh. Is he annoyed at us?”

“Nope,” Sasha got to her feet. “The tourney continues, the king has granted us his favour.”

“I’m gonna tell him you called him that,” chuckled Hervor. “He hates kings.”

“No you won’t!” Sasha picked up one of the lances and took a swing at her with the padded end. Hervor responded in kind, parrying and jabbing, laughing all the while.

“Huh.” Said Hypatia. “So we’ve moved on to the melee then?”

“What’s a melee?” Asked Krios.

“Where everyone just piles in and hits each other until there’s one person left standing.”

“Oh. OH!” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “This is where I shine…”

[cordy-cordy-chaos-lordy]

012. piggy back ride. (Either Grey jumping on Discords back or the other way around :3c )

“A piggy back ride, eh? Well, I hope you know you’re in for quite a ride. I don’t take these things lightly, you know. You’d better hold on.”

[brimstoneandstardust]

[fidget fidget] from Maria

(squee!)

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

  Sparrow wasn’t aware of when he had dropped off into sleep. One moment he had been lying in bed next to his lover, the pair huddled up in the larger and more accommodating bed of Jack’s cabin, and the next…

  He was standing the deck of the Pearl, but there was no sound, no movement around him but a cold wind and feel of sea water sloshing over his boots. There were no sounds from his crew, and as he turned to look about, he realized the ship was utterly empty, save for himself.

 Water sloshed against his knees now, and as he looked down he realized they were sinking. Jack tried to move, tried to run for the helm…his feet were rooted to the spot and would not budge, even when he bent and tried to force his limbs to move.

 He started to shout for help, only to look beyond the rail and see rowboats fleeing the sinking ship, containing his crew as well as Maria’s. Jack shouted for them, but they either couldn’t hear him over the increasing sound of waves, or ignored him.

 He struggled harder, but nothing he did seemed to make a difference. The water was up to his waist now. Jack felt icy panic setting into his chest. Why was he going down with the ship? Why did no one hear him? Didn’t they realize he wasn’t there with them?!

“It’s not that they don’t hear you, Jack.” a voice said beside him, startling him and causing him to turn his head, finding Beckett, of all people, standing there in the rising water with him, looking rather smug. “You’ve simply been left behind.”

Jack visibly recoiled from the man, finally managing to move a few steps, only to collide with another firm body, one that felt irregular, rough and ragged and yet damp. A tentacle-like hand coiled around his throat and choked him, making Jack claw at the restraint as the water rose to his chest. Jones’s foul breath was against the his ear.

“I know you fear death, Jack Sparrow.”

In the bed Jack moaned and thrashed, scratching at an invisible hand around his neck that made his breath come in short, labored rasps, catching nothing but his own skin and leaving marks as a result.

[part5-oc-dolce]

12. Time for a fun game of “how many minutes will it take for Cadence to fall.”

Soft touch Meme #12 piggy back ride

“Guys, I don’t…”

“…weigh that much…”

@ask-badlydrawn-potatogang

[dobujutsu]

@historias-multorum said: 002.   kiss their cheek . (With Izuna!) | send one to do to my muse . | ACCEPTING!

Feeling lips against her cheek, her eye widened as her face turned red. It had been unexpected, but certainly not disliked. Turning her head to look at him, she gave him a bashful smile as mischief glimmered in her eye as she tapped a finger against her lips, “You missed~”

She laughed softly at herself, moving a hand to cover where he had kissed her cheek before she leaned in to return the favor, her lips gently pressing against his cheek and barely catching the corner of his lips.

[devoutconfidence]

Soft Touch Meme-015.   fist bump .

@untraditionallysmart

Helena smiled and returned the fist bump with very little hesitation. “What was that for?” She asked. “Don’t get me wrong, I will never complain about a fist bump. I’m just curious.”