#beloved wife

[moonxshane]

I think everyday about the creature’s first outfit with the “violent femme” shirt. 10000/10 costume design this entire movie is a masterpiece and no I won’t shut up about it

[glitzybunny]

my wife girlfriend boyfriend husband malewife lesbian partner uhm is trying to say im not speaking truths please help me win

The argument involves drawing hands

[gummy-sharks666]

My girlfriend is so cute…. Sigh….

[therealdenyde]

Love is …

[cainkillsabel]

I’m putting a baby in this woman if she doesn’t stop playin 💦

[doomingthenarrative]

FOR ZELINJ INJURY PROMPTY i can barely choose

the get well flowers one is soooo. if one of them gets sick everyone they know is going to know about it especially now that the lucky clover gazette exists) cards and flowers and ingredients piled so high they block the door to the hateno house LMAO

speaking of ingredients. soup. always brainrotting over link learning to be an excellent cook during botw (because he’s cooking all of his own meals and because he resents uniform unseasoned knight rations LMAO) and cooking for zelda <333 also teaching her what he knows so she can cook for herself too. i think she feels a bit uncomfortable being waited on now. but if she’s injured/sick and HAS to accept links doting on her..

also this is not related to injury prompt but i think they are both really excited about tomatoes becoming widespread. link from a culinary and utilitarian angle and zelda geeking out about the historical significance <3

zelda had never quite understood get well soon flowers.

she had grown up in the castle, after all. if she got sick, her father made sure that she did get well soon. all the best medics were called, and she was often disallowed to exit her room. impa would occasionally be sent to look after her when she was meant to be sleeping, and every time without fail brought some sort of board game to keep zelda’s mind from exploding.

sometimes, at least.

zelda understood her father’s irrational fears, as much as they frustrated her. her mother died young, after all, after long and vicious bouts of sickness. zelda was well taken care of, and her ilness kept a quiet secret among the castle staff, lest the people of hyrule think her weak.

(but really, would they think her weak for catching a simple cold?)

she expected much of the same when she caught some sort of flu. it started off that way, at least. link constantly fret, whether hovering over her or sitting in the corner, worry radiating off of him like the sun on a summer day.

she didn’t like being able to command him. she and link were equals - in her mind at least - and she was no more worthy of being served than he was.

but then again, she could hardly lift a spoon to her mouth and force herself to down another bit of rice, so perhaps she needed to swallow her pride.

despite her reservations, link never once made her feel like a burden. he provided her with many of her old research novels to keep her busy, and sat by her side when she was too tired to read them.

it was nice. simple. everything zelda had wanted before going to the palace.

and then link made the mistake of letting it slip at the daily market that she was sick.

(zelda assumed penn had caused this; he was always buggering around for news about her, and link had been seen buying soup ingredients again and again)

then there was the constant knocking, the deliveries, the flowers stacked up so high outside their house that zelda could see them from the second story window. link was on constant alert, and although he had a tendency to win hearts, diplomacy wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

link opened the door once - a one time mistake - for a young child to show zelda the drawing he made. unfortunately, this lead to a stampede of children, all bringing flowers and drawings and then their parents arrived, and zelda was beginning to think that the onslaught would never end, that some of these people weren’t even from hateno, that the countless good luck notes and soups and flowers and crude drawings and heartfelt gifts and zelda felt her heart exploding, felt tears rising, felt the world around her fade into a swirl of color as she closed her eyes and finally slept.

when her eyes finally opened, link was struggling to get through a battlefield of flowers. he tilted his head at her slightly, a grin rising to his lips. zelda giggled. “of course i can see you, silly; there aren’t that many flowers.”

link waggled his brows at her, and plopped the soup in her lap. zelda’s heart swelled as he sat at the foot of her bed, holding his own soup.

maybe she didn’t need a palace. maybe this was enough.

ok soooo i didn’t write abt tomatoes BUT i absolutely agree i think link would be trying all these new dishes while listening to zelda excitedly talk abt what this means for hyrule etc etc. zelda being a nerd and link getting to make delicious new food. truly a win win

[authorissitohbi]

Mr. Freeze wishes you all a snowy Christmas Eve.

[azukilynn]

The Springs (For Rose)

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When I see the turquoise pool, cool and deep, clear and placid, I think: Meet me here.

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Meet me in the quiet stillness of early morning, somewhere inside the sudden hush of little birds. Meet me at the beginning. Meet me at the mouth of the cave whence flows the river's source. Meet me where the shape of a woman gives birth to all that is holy in this world.

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I'll be standing on a mossy slab of rock, waiting to take the plunge…

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Azuki Lynn

[moonxshane]

Nothing means more to me than “Beloved Wife” and the lightning strike marks on Lisa’s grave. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH NO ONE CAN TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME

ALSO THE TRANS FLAG COLORED FLOWERSSSS STFU THIS MOVIE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME

[glitzybunny]

guys my wife is so awesome yall should send her $300 compensation for being in her presence

PFFFFFHAHHAHAHAHSISKFOSJDKFFK

UNO REVERSE CARD

[merryfortune]

Beloved Wife

Ficwip Discord’s November 1000 Words Event

Title: Beloved Wife

Ship: Rocksaltshipping | Kureha/Spectre

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Word Count: 1,000

Rating: T

Warning: Canonical Character Death

Tags: Alternate Universe - Lisa Frankenstein (Movie), Poetry, Fluff & Angst

   “O Mary dear, that you were here, with your brown eyes bright and clear. And your sweet voice, like a bird, singing love to its lone mate…” Spectre read aloud.

   The crisp autumn breeze of November played with Kureha’s hair just as much as Spectre did.

   Together, they were on a picnic. A plaid, brown blanket was spread out underneath them and was adorned with tassels. As well as quite the hearty spread of foods. Spectre was quite fond of cucumber and tuna sandwiches these days, anything on wholegrain and cake, too. As well as drinks and other goodies hidden away in a woven cane basket tarped with fabric that matched the blanket.

   The lovey-dovey scene was utterly idyllic. The sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The birds were singing. Together, the lovely couple could want for nothing in a little piece of paradise in the parklands, on the lakeside where the water shimmered in the distance.

   “Voice the sweetest ever heard! And your brow more...Than the ... sky of this azure Italy.” Spectre continued.

   Kureha rested her head in Spectre’s lap. She was tired. It had been a big day but she was soothed by the sound of Spectre’s voice. He was reading aloud the poems of Percy Shelley, his diction was excellent and his speech impeccable. He continued to read the next part of the poem and had Kureha in awe of how he breathed new life into the centuries old poetry with vibrancy and… love.

   He loved Kureha so very much.

   One hand wielded his book and the other, played with what he could of Kureha’s fluffy locks - or what remained, or wasn’t otherwise exposed by the bandages that she was wrapped head to toe with. She looked so sick and ill in her current form. She had taken quite a bit of damage from the electric coffin known as a tanning bed.

   But it was worth it.

   A goodbye to her old life which would lead into a brighter, illuminated future with her one true love.

   She burned it all down so she could start anew, rise from the ashes. Though her body and her heart still ached with grief, with pain, Spectre’s gentle companionship more than made up for it as he absolutely doted on her. 

   Oh how the roles reversed.

   Spectre’s grave had been struck by lightning, as though directed by the heavens themselves to find Kureha and the rosary that she had gifted him. From such circumstances, buried six feet under, he cracked through a rotten wooden coffin and emerged from the dirt. All in search of her, the one who had shown him kindness despite the circumstances of him being dead.

   As a gentleman from the past, Spectre had been dug up from something even deader than he was as far as the eras went and was now embedded in the groovy future of the 1980’s. A time where women had right now, for a start and their treatments for hysteria had become household items with things called batteries inside of them.To say nothing of his shambling state wherein he couldn’t get a word out. His body rotted, caked with muck and dirt but he managed. 

   He got there in the end and navigated quite the learning curve but Spectre took to it with an axe. He was graceful and he was bloody, all so no one would dare come between him and Kureha. 

   Up until his body had been fully restored, his right hand, his left ear, and even his penis below, he had been in Kureha’s care. She had put him back together again as though he were Humpty Dumpty, without asking for anything in return and so, Spectre became besotted with her. They exchanged a marital vow on the sugary ring of a fizzy peach sour. 

   They slow-danced in that little shed. Their music was the blaring of sirens, of assorted emergency vehicles. The shed lit up, as though the passion and the ecstasy of the love that Kureha and Spectre shared was just too much for its little structure to bear.

   Or, more likely, because Kureha cranked up the power to dangerous levels so that before she even entered the tanning bed, there were sparks and embers as it sputtered under such duress. She grinned and kissed Spectre sweet goodbye. She would be back though. She would, indeed, be back, when the rosary caught the glint of lightning once more and Spectre waited patiently for such an event to occur.

   To think, just the night before, it had been biblical weather. Thunder and lightning. A storm heavy enough to cause blackouts through the town and now mud was strewn through the streets - as well as the corridors of the gravestones in the cemetery.

   A place that would not be Kureha’s final resting place. No, she had somewhere better to lay down her body. She had Spectre.

   Kureha rested. Perhaps uneasy because she knew her family and their friends were mourning her but she took comfort in knowing she was in good hands. After all, she was a beloved wife now. Spectre would take good care of her, that was his oath and vow as husband.

   “Here now, darling, have a sip of water.” Spectre said.

   “Mmhm.” Kureha replied weakly.

   Spectre coaxed her head forward so she could safely sip some water via a straw. It was cool and turned her chapped lips dewy. Spectre smiled to himself and leaned forward, over himself so he could kiss Kureha’s forehead. The bandages she was swaddled in were coarse to his lips and he could not press too hard, either due to her burns. The poor dear… He would have to find a way to help her soon.

   For now, she was content with these little gestures.

   “I love that poem.” Kureha said with a hint of a giggle.

   “I’m glad, my beloved wife.” Spectre replied and he flicked to the next page of his book.

[sweptawaybyadhd]

My wife putting up Halloween lights and decorations. The weather has warmed up from the past few days of fall weather to daytime temperatures in the high 70s. Gorgeous sunshine either way.

[karanyuva]

The Best Thoughtful Anniversary Gifts for Your Beloved Wife

Each anniversary is a chance to celebrate your love, faithfulness and partnership with you wife. It's a way of telling her how you feel and all the things she means to you. Here are carefully selected ideas of surprise gifts for wife that will melt her heart and make her face light up with joy. There are not many things that can depict love as much as a timeless set of roses do when it comes to presenting love. Display your adoration towards your beloved wife by giving her an envelope full of 12 gorgeous red roses. Every one of them stands for the indestructible bond and constant fervour that you two share.

[nonipunssif]

Can we talk about THIS Scenes from chapter 3?

"You look beautiful honey"

[doomingthenarrative]

humbly apologise for my outburst. i did not mean to rush your writing <3 i did mean to rush insane headcannon ramblings

thag is so valid . did you know that link gets in very heavy denial when he is sick bc he’s the Swordsman™️ until zelda forces him to take a nap and he still tries to protect her and cook for her etc

did you also know that whenever zelda gets sick link takes all the flowers and replants them and then the outside of their house is filled with plants and zelda just sits out there among proof that even at a low point. or perhaps because of it. everyone shows her she is loved

[pirpintine]