the beloved one

Our beloved ones might die, but they don’t cease to exist, they live through us if we choose to, they live through us when we listen to their favorite music, eat their favorite food, sit with their favorite people, read their favorite books or crack their favorite joke. They only cease to exist when we decide, willingly, to forget.

Little Hades&Persephone comic (inspired by a quote from “A Stroke of Midnight”, by Laurell K. Hamilton).

I guess Persephone is the kind of girl who will offer you tea and bake cookies for you and be literally the sweetest person ever, but will fucking rip your heart off your chest if you wrong her or her beloved ones.


“The code is more what you’d call guidelines then actual rules…” Points to YOU if you caught that reference ;)

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Scenes Simplified Master List


I think it’s so poetic that Newt went to the USA with the purpose of returning his Thunderbird home, and when he left American soil, he may have given up one beloved Thunderbird, but he found another one.

Manorian fanfic: The Beloved One [Part 2 of 2]

Here is part 2 of my Manorian/chaol fanfic. [Part 1 here!] To everyone who reads this, I just want you to know I tried to make up for everything with some ending mischief between Asterin and Fenrys. But I realize that I owe you all some serious smut after this. I’m already working on it! (Note: This takes place in the same universe/timeline as my Elorcan fic so if you haven’t read that then there might be like 1 or two lines where you’re like “that didn’t happen in the book?” but its nothing serious. Mainly Asterin showing her scars for Aelin’s sake.)

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Manorian fanfic: The Beloved One [Part 1 of 2] 

This started as me wanting Chaol Westfall to face his fears about periods, and who better to help him than the beautiful and terrifying Manon Blackbeak. But then it just turned into something I did not see coming. And although I’m NOT sorry for what I did, you should prepare your hearts. (Side note: this takes place in the same universe/timeline as my Elorcan fanfic, so if you’ve read that, then you’ll understand some of the references.)

Summary: Chaol Westfall fears what he does not understand: periods, witches, and magic. But he loves his king and country, and he would do anything to protect both. While on a routine supply run, Chaol is forced to face his fears, his prejudices and worst of all, disappointing his king.  

Manon Blackbeak could give a shit what Westfall thinks of her relationship with Dorian. She just wants him to shut up and stay alive. When a supply run does not go as planned, Manon finds herself relying on the last person she ever thought she would as she and Dorian face one of the darkest moments of their lives.

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Insert coin (or vibranium shield) and lots of love to save your beloved one from another dimension :D

The request from @sailorbettery regarding the final episode of AA S3! And since I am a believer of true love always saves the day so I can’t help but draw my version of the story :D So let me introduce to you the Capsule Toy Machine version of Dimension (Yeah sorry I know it looks like a Crystal Ball and please don’t ask me how Steve’s shield was inserted and then come back let’s say it is the power of love (what)) and the happy ending they deserve :D

I have only slept for a few hours and after drawing this for more than four hours I don’t really know what I am drawing/saying, all things seem to make sense when I was half falling asleep at that time so sorry please forgive me for the bugs QwQ

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Costume is so important for an actor. It absolutely helps to get into character; it’s the closest thing to you, it touches you. Some actors like to go into make-up and then put their clothes on, but I like to dress first; that’s my routine.

The Arrangement: Part 1

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 1

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1944

Warnings: None in this chapter, maybe language

Author’s Notes:  This is part one of a multi-part series. Shifts between two points of view. Huge thanks to @mamapeterson for her invaluable help.

Originally posted by ilostmyshoe-79

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  • Norway: In norwegian, you don't refer to your romantic partner as a "boyfriend" or "girlfriend". You say "Kjæreste", which is gender neutral and literally translates to "the dearest".
  • Sweden: And in Swedish you refer to your boyfriend/girlfriend by saying "älskling" which translates into "my beloved one"
  • Finland: And in Finnish we say "mulkvisti" which means "one I dont hate as much as the others".
  • Sweden: *squints at Finland*
Ten Years Later

Darkness fell on the City of Love. The Eiffel Tower’s lights shown through the night. Two figures sat stoically on the top, watching over their beloved city.

The one dressed in red swung her legs over the edge “So much has changed in the past ten years… Huh, Kitty?”

Her leather clad companion crouched down beside her, his arms draped on the railing. “Yeah.” He watched a couple down below with their small daughter. “Hey, it’s Alya and Nino!” His smile was bright, but his eyes were sad.

The raven headed girl’s eyes sparkled with tears. “They’ve grown so much… Look at that little angel! I wonder what they named her.”

“Probably something paw-some after meow.”

“Your puns haven’t changed at all.”

“Aw, come on M'lady, admit it, my puns are hiss-terical.”

“If you say so, Chat.”

Neither’s eyes had left the young family below.

“I miss them…” She said softly.

“Me too.”

“How do you think they’re holding up down there without us?”

Chat didn’t respond as he sat beside her and looked down. After a few minutes, he said softly “I think they’ll be okay. After all, it’s been ten years, Mari.”

The heroine started shaking. “I didn’t want it to end like that… I hadn’t even gotten to go on a date with you, I didn’t become a true fashion designer. We didn’t have any kids, or a dog, or a hamster.” Tears began to fall. “I just want to live again, Adrien. Is that too much to ask?” Her voice rose higher with each word. “I just want to live.”

An arm wrapped around her shoulders and she was pulled into a hug.

“Neither of us wanted to die. But we knew the risks… Now, we can still protect those we love… Just not in the way we originally wanted to.” He pulled away and wiped her cheek gently “Besides, bugaboo. We’re together. That’s all that matters.”

And together, they continued to watch over Paris. Just as they had when they had been alive.

I regret nothing :P Hope you enjoyed! Please Write a review, pm me, or favorite.~December