all things inherit

Second victim of my digital-art-training:
All Things Inherit by BeautifulFiction again!

(I should probably warn you that it’ll be a lot of illustrations to the BeautifulFiction’s stories here if I continue with my little fandom marathon, ‘cause I’ve been practically living on her works for more than a year now, and it begins to burst through in, well, this way))

Anyway - a story about fate, loneliness and gradual acceptance of who you are.
“A tug on his tail made John yelp in surprise. Sherlock was standing on the wooden surface above his head, peering underneath with a mixture of amusement and surprise, as if he had never imagined John could be so juvenile.
Footsteps on the stairs made them pause, looking towards the door as a slender hand tapped on the wood. 'Wohoo! Are you boys decent?’ Mrs Hudson eased her way inside when Sherlock barked, pursing her lips to pinch back an amused smile. 'Oh, you two! Look at the mess you’ve made!’ ” (ch.4)

anonymous asked:

superhero, rapmonster

Summary: Sort of a sequel to Stay…? Set a good few months after the series.

Genre: Dad!Namjoon, not Daddy. Fluff, cute shit

“Yeonjoon-ah, what are you doing?” you slid beside your son who was concentrating on his homework from school. You placed the food on the table setting the plates around him, trying not to disturb him. “Don’t you want to help me? Dad is going to be home in a few minutes.”

Your young son, who was growing steadily more and more like his dad, pursed his lips slowly. Of all the things that he inherited from Namjoon physically, you were so glad that he took the dimples as his eyes slowly raised to meet yours. ‘Too bad he got my eyes though.’ you mused, returning his look with a smile.

“Mom,” you loved the way he said that with his bouncy cheeks. “…who’s your favorite superhero?”

The question caught you off-guard, but you decided to go with honesty, “I don’t really have a favorite superhero, sweetheart. You see, I liked k-pop stars like your dad more.” You nudged him, trying to make him feel better because of your lame answer. “Why did you ask? Is it part of your homework?”

He nodded, showing you the question on his notebook, ‘Who is your favorite superhero and why?’

“Oh, you like Iron Man, don’t you? I remember when you were younger, Uncle Jungkook gave you an Iron Man plushie and you loved it.”

“But it’s not like he’s my favorite.” he muttered, his eyebrows scrunching in thought. 

“Well, it doesn’t have to be someone who flies and has x-ray vision, right? I always thought my dad was the coolest person in the world. He can open jars that I couldn’t and could fix things around the house.” you turned to him with your hand under your chin. 

“But Dad breaks most of things around the house.” he giggled.

“You’re not wrong, but your dad is cool in his own ways too.”

You heard the door slam shut and counted to three before you felt Namjoon’s arm wrap around you and Yeonjoon. He kissed you full on the cheek and ruffled Yeonjoon’s hair before lifting him and hoisting him on his hips. “What are you guys up to?”

“Yeonjoon was doing his homework and I was helping him.” you answered just as Yeonjoon wrapped his arm around Namjoon. 

Namjoon turned to his son and asked, “Really? What is it about?”

“My favorite superhero.” the younger replica of his father answered with a mysterious smile. 

“Who is…?” 

“Mom, because she cooks, makes my clothes smell nice and gives me kisses. She helps me with homework and takes me to school. She does all of that and still looks pretty all the time.” he beamed at his father and Namjoon proudly smiled. 

On the other hand, you were stunned and before you could make a comment, Namjoon said, “What about me?”

“Your cool in your own ways too, Dad. You’re the coolest among the Bangtan Uncles at least!” Namjoon died, laughing boisterously and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their cuteness. 

“Alright, break it off, you losers.” you clapped your hands and Namjoon put Yeonjoon on the floor. “Honey, why don’t you clear your homework from the table while I help Dad with his jacket?”

Your son smiled and obeyed while you and Namjoon went to your room, so that he could change. 

“Your son is growing up to be your carbon copy. He even speaks like you now.” your rolled your eyes as you hung Namjoon’s jacket while he disappears into the closet. 

When he came back in a lose shirt and sweatpants, he had a grin on his face. “He’s not wrong.”

“What do you mean?” you raised an eyebrow and he simply swooped an arm around you to press you flush against him.

“I mean, you really are like a superhero, Y/N. For one, you saved my life by being in it.” he molded his lips with yours and you could feel him smiling as he tried to deepen the kiss. 

You pushed him slightly and wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re so cheesy, I swear to God…” He rubbed his hand on your slightly protruding belly and kissed your neck. “…if our next child takes after you too, I won’t be able to stand it.” 

the thirty years war was like 400 years ago but you know who still holds a grudge? my dad. at least once a month he’s got to mention how we lutherans were killed in massive numbers by those damn catholics. i thought it was weird that he’s still on about this but my grandpa made a comment about it the other day, so im just imagining this anger has been passed down in my family for 400 years. out of all the things i inherit, this is the strangest.

Meet the Winters. Around sixteen years ago, Isaac was abducted and pollinated by Pollinator #9, and the product of that was the light of his life: Iris. While Isaac works down at the police station, Iris often finds herself perusing through libraries after school to find anything about Sixam, where her other parent is. She also spends a lot of time wondering why of all things to inherit from Pollinator #9, she had to get the fluorescent green skin. 

Revelation 21:6-8

And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son. But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.“

anonymous asked:

yooo don't want to bother, but could you tell me any johnlock fanfics you can recommend? thank you!

Here’s a general list. The ones that are starred/have an * next to them are SUPER DUPER RECOMMENDED. All of these are amazing. Italicized are series. The two super duper recommended fics that have General Audiences ratings are depressing as fuck but they’re amazing

General Audiences:




“Promise! Peksman! Mamatay man!” Sabay taas ang kanang kamay na parang nanunumpa. That is one of the funny things I remember in my Childhood days. It’s too easy to say a promise no? But due to the simplicity of saying a promise, maraming napapako. I’m one of those people who is guilty about it and I think everyone does. But you know what, there are lot of promises that God said and knows how to fulfill.

I remember a song that says,
“Pangako hindi kita iiwan
Pangakong di ko pababayaan
Pangako hindi ka na mag-iisa
Pangakong magmula ngayo'y tayong dalawa
Ang magkasama”
but here is the right deal, lahat ng yun sinabi na ng Panginoon. Kulang pa nga yan eh. Ganoon kadami ang pangako ni God.

There are 3,573 promises in the Bible. Nakakatuwa. Sa kinadami dami nito, we always choose to worry. The Only thing God can not do is to lie.

I’ll enumerate some of His promises so that it can bring you comfort. It is a must that we should know His promises because those are the things we should hold on to. So here we go!

“I’ll never leave you nor forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5
See, hinding hindi ka kayang iwan ng Panginoon at mas lalong di ka niya kayang pahirapan. Speaking of reality, tayo ang nang iiwan. He is always there for us even if we leave Him, He is always there. Minsan when we commit something wrong, nakakahiya ngang lumapit sa Kanya eh, but God is willing to accept us kahit pa na ang dumi dumi natin. Remember the prodigals’ son story? The way the father accepts his son even if the son committed something wrong. That’s how God accept us with wide arms open ready to be hugged.

“Nothing is too hard for the Lord.” Genesis 18:14
Walang mahirap. In fact, God wants you to pray what is really hard for you to fulfill. Wag munang ipag dasal na God will be with you kasi the reality says that God will always be there for you. Kung feeling mo, pabagsak ka na, pray the impossible. Kung feeling mo, di ka sasagutin ng nililigawan mo, pray the impossible. Nothing is too hard for Him even if the situation says it’s impossible.

“He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son.” Revelation 21:7
We are OVERCOMERS! Diba? This is so amazing. Ako, ikaw, tayo! We are all winners. If there are battles we are facing, ang sabi ni Lord “Tapos na yan, you already won. You already have the victory.” Sometimes the battle may knock us down but the war can be won. Battle is just a smaller picture while the war is the totality of it. Yep! In the end you will be victorious and inherits what God intended us to have.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11
Alam ni Lord ang plano ng buhay mo. Hindi ikaw ang may alam sa plano mg buhay mo. Those are two different things. God knows your past and even what is really happening now, but the greatest of it is that He already knows your future. Kalma ka lang. The promise says it all. His plans are for good. If you are reading this, wag kang mag worry. You have bright future indeed.

“Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.” Acts 16:31
Jesus saves you and so does your family and the people around you. A lot of Christians have the same problem. How can they let their parents accept Jesus as their Saviour. The problem here is we are all lacking in actions. Yes we believe that He saves. Yes I am saved, but how about my parents and friends? Sometimes fullfilling a promise can be done by a third party which in this situation, God is calling you to be His mediator. Trust me, God will help you and that is one of His promises also.

See, these are some of His promises. Napakarami ng promises nya. Yet only few lang ang nasabi ko. Our God is our healer. Our God is our provider. He is our mighty refuge. The atmosphere changer. The lifter. The answer and He dwells inside of you.

One thing is for sure, God loves you so much that he died for you in the cross. John 3:16 says it all. A promise that was already been fulfilled. Mapalad ka. He died for you and me, or should I say US, leaving us all that He is really LOVE after all and that is an another promise.


13. Muse B is visiting Muse A in the hospital after Muse A gives birth.

Elphaba was a weak pile of sweaty flesh by the time it was over. The labor seemed to have gone on for a century though it was only really twelve hours. She had to look on the bright side there; it could have taken a full twenty-four.

She couldn’t look at her baby, though. If she did she’d see things she didn’t want to, like all of the things he’d inherited from the father he would never know. The man she’d allowed herself to love in place of the one she truly wanted.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of her hospital room and the last person she’d expected to see walked in. “Glinda? How did you know I was here?”

Blitzklinge || Closed


Kadia shared many traits with Kakashi. Her time keeping, fascination with reading and even the unruly silver hair were all things she had inherited from the older Hatake. One traits that came out of nowhere were the pale green eyes that shone along side her sweet and caring nature. 

She tended to walk around with a book in her hand most days and today was no exception. Normally this would of been a normal thing to do, however unlike her father Kadia had a bad habit of being awfully clumsy. It was this trait of hers that had her mumbling apologies to the villagers she accidentally knocked into as she walked through the village‘s centre, her eyes trailing the words of the medical text book in her hands.

As she came into contact she mumbled another apology without glancing up to see who it was. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking-”