Lilting voice and cherished memories! - @solitaireships
lilting voice ୧ ‧₊˚ how does their voice sound to u ? what does their laughter sound like to ur ears ? do their whispers sound like the most saccharine song of the nightingales ? is their tone as smooth and rich as velvet or is it scratchy, a little grating, but nonetheless charming in its own way ? is it possibly that they don’t have a voice at all ? if not, do their other ways of communication still captivate you ?
oh i loooove his voice, the rare laughs we do get (at least with ford himself) are so nice to hear :) a lovely gruff bass-baritone
cherished memories ୧ ‧₊˚ moments have the tendency to sear themselves into one's mind. are there any particularly fond memories u share with ur fﾉo that stand out among the rest ?
[laughs in memory gun] sdkfsfhsj i jest, but in a serious answer in another verse, i will forever remember and cherish that stargazing dinner date, my absolute favorite
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
slightest touch ୧ ‧₊˚ is your fﾉo affectionate by nature or are they only willing to express themselves through touch when in private, when no prying eyes can judge them for showing their love for u so openly ? are u perchance the one who prefers to avoid physical affection in public ? are there times where u find urself so desperate for their touch, their kiss, that u feel as if you might burst at the seams if u don’t feel them right there and then ?
ford is most certainly a private affection kind of guy, while he's now not as ashamed about his oddity as he was in his youth he's still not very keen on potentially prompting any staring that can be seen as judgemental. and as a shy person myself im just as fine with keeping affection between us! and those times come about in those private moments, call it 'affection aggression' lol
💌 and 👀 with ford? Or someone else if you’ve already answered for him -asexualfoxmccloud
💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?
oh def a lot of "art x science" dynamic, though there may be ppl that forget ford's an excellent artist in his own right
👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?
there'd definitely be metas on her reasoning for forgetting ford and how she's a parallel to mabel who nearly did the same thing with the memory gun. also s/i is a second voice of reason that very nearly can get through to him but she doesnt speak up nearly enough in canon
📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?
i wouldnt affect too much of the original gf story, just adding a love interest that still doesnt save the narrative cuz mans still needs to learn his lesson (but fix it aus are still fun and smthn i do like to think abt :> )
💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?
i could def see s/i being shipped with stan before her "big reveal" (and even after still), and also mcg.ucket with even a throuple goin on with ford
🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship? - for Hanford >:} (amessageonthewind)
ooh ok, so before ford shows up my s/i is very much a townie incidental, though i have been thinking she could be a sort of occasional art mentor for mabel (showing up in a focused "mabel's guide to" short as well as cameoing in a couple others?) but in the flashbacks in atots she makes appearances as her younger self, though not quite mentioned by name and not explicitly stated to be the art teacher (she's only referred to as "ms. sycamore" beforehand), though the similar looks get ppl theorizing, but until its confirmed she's just the "ford's assistant/girlfriend" character, weirdmageddon is where its wholly confirmed and the shippers can go bananas then (my lil drabble i wrote can even be a short scene before the lil twins bday party to feed them even more teehee)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
As Ford sat there at his desk, his deep concentration was suddenly broken by a bag of jelly beans being slid into his view next to the journal he poured over. He looked up to see Hannah now next to him, a gentle smile on her face.
“Figured you could use a pick me up. Looks like you’re working hard,” she told him.
He sheepishly smiled back, shy gaze quickly shifting to the tiny baggie, most of the flavor selections seemingly handpicked from his favorite flavors. “Oh, erm… thank you. You remember I like these?”
“Well of course I remember that, I like some of the ones you don’t like!” She pulled out her own curated bag as she sat next to him with her own reading material.
“That’s because ‘Tutti Fruitti’ is an artificial abomination. And popcorn flavor has no business being sweet,” he teased before popping a couple in his mouth as he attempted to turn his attention back to his journal.
“What’s that?” she interrupted playfully, mouth full. “Can’t hear you over the tuttiness of the fruit. Mmm, delicious.”
He laughed quietly, still trying to document the day’s findings as he snacked, sparing occasional glances back at her.
Decades later, after Weirdmageddon, Ford wanted to reconnect with Hannah once more before the young twins’ birthday, figuring if Stan could recover his entire lifetime of memories, he should give her a chance as well, for better or worse.
He found her setting up for the beginning of the school year, her classroom an artistic smorgasbord. She perked up noticing him coming in.
“Ah, hello. Ford, right?” She was usually terrible with putting names to faces when just getting to know someone, but those six fingered hands definitely made a lasting impression, one that made her think that he was more than just a stranger with a familiar face.
“Yes ma’am. Listen, Hannah, I know even in the middle of such an… unprecedented event, you may wonder how I know you. I have my suspicions why you don’t recall us meeting, but for the moment let’s put that aside to…” He paused, noticing her pulling a plastic bag from her groceries: jelly beans. “...Sorry, to, erm, reintroduce ourselves.”
“Alright, I’d like that.” She nodded in understanding, but noticed his eyes flicking to the snacks she kept for herself and for good students. A bit of a childish approach for high schoolers, but it always worked for her even still. “Would you like a snack?” she offered, pouring the contents into the empty jar on her desk.
“If you’re alright with sharing them, yes.” He pulled up a chair next to her desk, as she picked up the jar and sat in her own chair.
She picked out a random handful, sorting through the ones she liked. Sparing a glance at him, a feeling of deja vu came over her, and in a sudden moment of lucidness, she started to pick out specific ones for him too. Cream soda, root beer… Tutti Fruitti? No no, he hates that one. After hand picking a few more, with Ford watching intently, she carefully placed the assortment in his palm, looking back up to his face, utterly bewildered that she did that almost on instinct.
He chuckled lightly, just as surprised himself, but at the same time he was absolutely beaming as he remembered a fond moment. “...Of course you remember that.”
After a few more moments of stunned silence, she finally spoke again. “I think… somehow I do know you.”
prev rb got me Thinkin abt cuddlin w ford, and him absentmindedly tracing equations on my back and me teasing him to "give that big brain of yours a rest for once"
You and Ford out to a nice candlelit dinner, him reaching out to gently take your hand in his, softly stroking your knuckles with his thumb as he stares adoringly at you from across the table - amessageonthewind
