Imagine one day you kiss your f/o plushie, and as your lips touch it, a warm, golden light begins to radiate from it. The fabric starts to shift beneath your fingers, softening and warming as the stitches disappear. The plushie begins to grow, its shape stretching and transforming right before your eyes.
In seconds, the glow fades, and standing in its place is your real f/o, fully alive and impossibly perfect. Before you can even comprehend what just happened, they lean in and kiss you back, completing the magical transformation with a moment straight out of a fairytale.
[said very pleasantly] i see you have mischaracterised my blorbo. that's okay. that's fine. everyone interprets things differently. i'm exploding you in my mind with the power of 9754685 suns btw
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Imagine your f/o(s) falling asleep in your arms after a long day. They've been busy and have tried to keep up the facade they only drop around you.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Imagine them relaxing as your wrap your arms around them, and they return that embrace in a loving way like no one else. They nuzzle into you, smile, and whisper ever so softly, "Thank you for loving me. I feel like I'm home with you."
࣪ ִֶָ☾. And you both fall into a loving slumber, with your f/o(s) knowing they're safe in your arms.
objectum ficto culture is imagining your f/o plush is conscious and Loves You
I'll break your bones with all the love I carry // Keep you close, and one day we'll get married 💙
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