#genuinely my favorite thing in the whole world

[luigifan1998]

luigi x wife!reader headcanons. can be set before or after he went mia

right right right. married lu. throws myself on the floor

for the sake of length ill keep this to before he dropped off the face of the earth but ive written a memo to write about the after in a separate post soon

my personal biases might get in the way of this because i am unwell and genuinely think he is in desperate need of someone whos up at 3 am fighting a manifestation of their own hubris in their bed. he needs someone that experiences romantic delirium and is convinced her dreams tell her stories of the two of them from thousands of years ago. a girl thats considered showing up to a convent and who has a favorite saint. a rotten girl who wants to eat a piece of his birth certificate. this is so crucial to me unfortunately

that being said. its my belief that lu is saccharine, something he didnt know until you came along and peeled the wallpaper off his psyche. the way his customary sweetness unravels itself is sickly and all enveloping. hes the neediest boy in the world, forever coming to you with quiet infirmity. he drapes himself over you whenever he can, always saying how you were made to hold him. his incessant appetite for affection didnt ease with marriage. he plays with your ringed finger absentmindedly. presses his lips against it, not registering the habit

he would think of marriage early on in the relationship, unreachable to the anxious expressions of others when he'd say hes going to marry you weeks into dating. when he decided this, he paced back and forth in his bedroom, hardly able to focus long enough to tell the time before seeking his mom out to tell her. it all came out in one big prosaic wave. she thought he sounded like a child but his cheeks were flushed and his heart is so painfully stitched onto his sleeve in regards to you. he doesnt press the idea of the union but he likes to tell you how hes going to make you his wife during random moments. when youre eating. when you make him laugh. when hes fucking you

i can see lu trying and failing to preserve going all the way when you mess around once youve accepted his proposal. the engagement would be long. he is so busy and so wanted by everyone around him, but the novelty of you being his fiancé would wear off after the first couple of months. he wants to fuck his wife, not his girlfriend. he wants the sanctimony of marriage to wrap around the two of you when hes inside. the vow acts as a spectator in the bedroom, and he needs it. needs you to be his and only his under a holy decree. he calls you his bride and his little wife

in my heart of hearts....... i know lu would want to propose in the most cheesy way ever. his sister behind foliage, filming the whole thing. balloons. one knee. the rest of your family nearby. the video would be uploaded onto instagram, people you havent ever met commenting with what a beautiful couple the two of you make. but i think the right girl could pavlov him into asking in a whisper under the soft cotton of a bedsheet. face kisses and crying and pleading for the rest of your life to belong to him in some capacity. he cant live without this

the ring would be beautiful and heavy with weight and the diamond would be absurdly large. he'll never let onto the price, just like hes been doing with the checks at each restaurant youve been to together since your first date. bastard. whats next? steak tartare at the reception? he starts biting you each time you deny being able to accept such an insane piece of jewelry

[ameridan-ghilain]

I literally love Tarquin dragon age. My favorite part of his character is that he's allowed to be like genuinely bitter about everything that's happening. Like of course we get the optimistic strong shadow dragons like Ashur. And it isn't that he doesn't believe in the cause as strongly as the rest of them. But he's pissed in a way that makes him so whole and real. He blames rook for it all, not because he hates rook but he just needs to put this somewhere and rooks right there and fuck you for not saving ashur, it was probably inevitable but he fucking hates it and so it's your fault. And then there Ashur is, dispelling that anger. He yells at you, and then Ashur just says his name and he just diffuses and you realize he's not against you he's just pissed off!!! That "you're not fine. No one is fine."

And he says nasty things to his friend (love) just because he's pissed! It kills me that the SECOND Ashur walks away from the fight, Tarquin sighs and admits he shouldn't have done that. It's messy and makes him so fucking likeable. You know he's pissed at the state of the world, he's pissed he had to join the military, he's so pissed off he doesn't have the energy to change a damn thing because you can't fight a war on all fronts. So he's chosen his war and it's changing tevinter for the better but god damn he just wishes they didn't have to lose everything else to get that.

And anyway amidst a game that I think has a bit of a glossy optimist issue, I think Tarquin is a great representation of that very kind of impotent rage you start to feel at the world when everything is awful and you're trying your hardest and you don't want to be a dick but. Well. Shits fucked. You're gonna keep going but damn if you aren't pissed about it.

[jayparked]

just a fair warning i'm going to be emotional and sappy under the cut (༎ຶ _｣ ༎ຶ )

i just want to start by saying thank you guys so much. for following me, for engaging with my work, for leaving me nice anons and comments. i genuinely cannot begin to express the gratitude i have for each and every one of you.

i never expected to get this far. i only made this blog last july because my best friend @sungbeams wanted me to join enhablr with her. i had so many ideas and wanted to write again and she encouraged me to start sharing them. so lia, thank you for giving me that push. being able to do this with you is my favorite thing in the whole world and your constant unwavering encouragement and support for me has inspired me to keep creating in times where i thought i'd never be able to pull myself from a dark space again. the biggest thank you goes to you.

this might not seem like a big deal to a lot of people but this truly means so much to me. in a way, you've all given me a purpose and a sense of community that i was desperately craving. i haven't had an easy life, and i won't go into the details of it, but being able to share my silly thoughts and see how my work is bringing people joy and laughter...you guys have filled a very large empty space in my heart.

everything i do here is for you guys and i cannot thank you enough for sharing your thoughts, emotions, and feedback with me.

i cannot believe there's over 2,000 of you here now. i know i'm still not done with the drabble event when i reached 1,000 followers (and i'm so sorry i promise i'm still working on those drabbles ((55 left!!)))

so because of that, i don't have an event planned. if anything i would love it if you guys wanna share your favorite quotes from some of my work or just overall favorite moments?

i wanna celebrate but i'm not sure how ;--;

just...overall...thank you guys so much. you have no idea just how much this actually means to me. i appreciate you all. more than you'll ever know.

here are some of my favorite things you guys have said to me about my work:

i hit the limit but there's sosososososososo much more. i love every comment you guys make my day. i save so many of these in a private folder to look back on when i'm feeling sad. i'm so fond of each and every one of you. thank you for everything 💛

[ogoatsuyuuta]

characters who main motif is love and how love changed them and how love makes them strong

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[gideonisms]

I love arranging it's like YES YES THE OBJECTS ARE IN LOCATIONS

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

sleepy boys <3

[rimouskis]

sigh someone on twitter extolled the virtues of furiosa and said it was better than fury road. I just saw furiosa. they are wrong.

[dykebeckett]

shirt idea

[stormcloudsandshadows]

No one:

Me at 230 am: hm…… Nedzu.

[arolesbianism]

Yet another beautiful day to have the Maxwel tag blocked (can't see half of the posts in the Wendy tags)

[daincrediblegg]

what's ur ultimate comfort food?

Pasta. I make it every week. But specifically I make this sauce that is kindof of my own creation but is loosely based off penne alla vodka, except I don’t throw it in the oven: I fry up some sausage (mckenzie sweet italian, broken up into bite sized pieces) in a little bit of garlic olive oil (or minced garlic plus olive oil) and then upend a jar of vodka sauce (boves) onto it once it’s nice and crisp and then grate some grana padano and put some heaping handfulls into the sauce and then garnish with more cheese when it’s done. Works with just about any pasta but cappelini, penne, or any kind of spirals will work really well with it

[iheartbookbran]

like, I still think it’s sort of weird that Shonda Rhimes bought the rights to the Bridgerton novels, did a mediocre job at adapting the material and also kinda ruined one of the most popular pairings from the books in the process, and then proceeded to hyperfixate on her own OC to the point of creating a spin-off in which the central romance is about two members of a very white, slave-owning, racist and imperialist institution that could only maintain power through the exploitation of people of color all over the world, but now the protagonist is a black woman who’s about to end racism in 1700s Great Britain through the power of Love

[fangirlwithasweettooth]

sometimes i just gotta akfhjsxjsgjx🥹🥹🥴🥴🫠🫠🥰🥰🥹🥹sjgfkhskdhjahz bc oh my god my partners are so smart and pretty and wonderful and oh my god how did i get so lucky??? like what in the world did I do to deserve them 🥹

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[maskedbyghost]

when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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