reminder: your f/o is YOURS. nobody sees the character in the exact same way as you- everyone’s perception of them is at least a little different. your version is yours and nobody else’s <3
God I love this audio - it’s so tender and sweet , as soon as I discovered it I knew I would need to use it for something , so I ended up going with some Bon Bon and Crème softness :,//)👍❣️
It’s always difficult for the Baroness whenever she has to see her beloved leave Sugarland to go tend to her shop , but in the end my s/i always comes back to her sweetheart ^^ 💕
Hope it turned out okay !
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This video was a big inspiration for my little animation , it’s really good ! 👍
Imagine sleeping in with your f/o. Imagine waking up to a bright sunny day, wrapped in soft blankets and each other’s arms. Imagine sleepy kisses as you both bemoan the idea of getting out of bed, but doing it anyway when your stomach grumbles become too much for the both of you. Imagine making your favorite breakfast and talking to them, planning for a lazy day spent going to the park or watching movies, or whatever your favorite activity is to do with each other.
She always listens, she always cares. Even before they started dating, Pancake always gave Starlo the comfort he needed. So much so he actively sought her out. It's one of the reasons he loves her so much. Pancake always listened.
so embarrassing to have a favorite character honestly. like yes that's my specialest guy 🙄 yes i have 200 photos of him saved 😑 if i don't look at him or hear him talk every 2 minutes i'll start killing the hostages 😕 i think about him every day. because he's my favorite. whatever
anyone else like. you love your f/o so much you dont even know how to express it. nothing feels like it's enough to express your love. how can i possibly show my love for this character it's impossible
incredibly endeared by f/os who don't know how to comfort you. they don't know what to do when you come apart in front of them, shaking, starting to sob as the weight of your woes finally bears down on you.
they know what they're meant to do. they're meant to hold you, and kiss you, tell you it's going to be okay and make it real. they're meant to let you sob into their chest or their shoulder, feeling your arms around them as you let their words soothe you until you can smile again.
...but that's not who they are, it's not what they do- do they even know how? do they know where to put their hands when they go to embrace you? do the words come to them naturally or are they floundering for something, anything they heard from a poet or a story that made it sound so easy.
instead they're left standing, hoping desperately you can feel how badly they want to take your pain from you. then following you down when you fall, kneeling besides your shaking form. they reach out slowly, hesitently, rubbing your back or resting their hand comfortingly on your head.
their voice is rough when they speak, almost awkward - it's- it's alright. - scooting closer on their knees, huddling closer to you so even if they're not holding you you can feel them. i'm here.