#that was fun thanks ava!

[wingedsilva]

*shakes sprinkle can* they can have a little domesticity. as a treat.

[nightdrawz]

oooo art requests open :0

Could you draw some Blue shenanigans? Maybe him cooking for the others, comforting someone, or uhh.. making potions?

OR (sorry this is a lot, these ideas just keep popping into my head) have the other sticks talk to him about his netherwart addiction cause.. at this point he's literally eating everything. (cough cough, Blue-ing stand short cough cough)

Blueberry :3

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pshh, its fine,,im not addicted,,

YOU BIT RED,,,AGAIN,,

Reference to this:

Small sketchy animation practice :p

[terrornothorror]

crisis of faith

[happy birthday season 2]

[doodlesdreaming]

Just cus why not, Ava's reaction to Death without his mask for the first time? Did it need to be removed for a potential injury after Death somehow got incapacitated? Perhaps a situation where Death took it off himself and has forgotten where he placed it before Ava found it. Or did it get knocked off by chance during a fight with something big enough to achieve it like a Stalker swiping his face or something.

Sidenote: The way you draw Death's face behind the mask is just lovely.

Death: You’re staring.

Ava: I-I’m sorry! It’s just…um well…

Death: Spit it out, Girl.

Ava: Strife said that you looked like a wrinkled old crone under your mask.

Death: *slight eye twitch* Oh, did he now?

[flowerbarrel-art]

The End

Our kingdom’s built knowing new worlds will rise from our bones

We play pretend ’til we run out of time in the end and we’ll do it again ’til it’s done

[appleciders]

oh hi could i ask for the prompt thing

avatrice + this line i read in a poem today that goes: “we fell in love in midair.”

hope you are having a good day!

Every morning, Beatrice has a routine. She wakes in the pre-dawn light and goes down to the ocean pool by her apartment, where the concrete walls are hewn into the eroded tidepools, and she does twenty laps. Sometimes there are fish, in the pool. Sometimes she scares them away. She likes when she doesn't; when they stay, flitting and silver-specked beneath her, and she gets to watch them. On those days, slicing her arms with each stroke doesn't feel violent. She needs to be violent, sometimes, but not here. Not with them. She's buoyant, in the salt water.

After her swim, she goes back to her apartment and showers. Some days, she would like to watch the sun rise properly, cresting and shifting over the waves. Mary tells her she should. But then she would be late. So she she lets the sun rise behind the shorefront buildings, casting shadows on the tarmac, as she walks to her apartment, showers the salt from her skin, changes into her clothes, and goes to work.

One night, a serious storm system moves in. She leaves the hospital where she works late - skeletal hands of lightning beat at the dark sky as she takes the train home. When she rises to rain still hammering on the windows, she knows before she checks that the tide will be high, the sea too churned. While she still puts on her swimmers, she grabs an umbrella and heads in the opposite direction of the beach.

Beatrice prefers ocean pools, but Beatrice is practical: she has a backup indoor pool that she visits when her beach routine is untenable, like when the surf is rough, the pool gets crowded by once-in-a-whilers, or a juvenile crested hornshark slips in and can't figure out how to slip out.

She checks in at the front desk and leaves her bag in the locker room. The main room of the pool, echoey and muggy and tiled, fills Beatrice's nose with chlorine. There are less usuals than she expects to see; most must have seen the sheets of rain and decided to roll over for another forty minutes of sleep.

She steps into the pool. She starts her laps.

About halfway through, she's aware of a presence in the lane next to her. Small body; good technique; swimming slowly, with a snorkel. She has on a bright red one-piece that catches Beatrice's eye. Beatrice doesn't need to take a break - shouldn't take a break - she has twelve more laps to get through and then she has to get out and return home and shower and go to the hospital and change into her scrubs and do her rounds and -

Beatrices pauses, at the end of her lane. She watches the young woman in the red swimmers.

The palms of her hands lift, gently cupping the air before they glide back into the water. Her pointed toes kick at the water, sending up droplets. When she gets to the end of the lane, instead of flip turning like Beatrice does, she stops. She lifts up her goggled mask, letting out the drips that broke the seal, and lets the mouthpiece of the snorkel fall inelegantly from her mouth. Her hair, slick and dark, tucks behind her ears.

She notices Beatrice watching. She looks behind her, checking for someone behind her. When she sees nobody, her mouth tips up on one side, into a grin. She waves. She has goggle marks around her mouth and the bridge of her nose, framing bright eyes.

Hesitantly, Beatrice waves back.

The young woman's smile widens.

Something hot and thick burns through her body, catching her unawares. She sinks into the cool water again. Contain yourself, she hears, in a familiar voice that's not her own.

Twelve more laps to go. She starts swimming; eleven more laps to go. Ten. Nine.

The girl in the lane beside her, the girl in the bright red, swims backstroke now. Beatrice stares at the bottom of the pool, absent her fish, and sees the snorkel, cast onto the lip of the pool deck.

Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four.

The girl gets out. Beatrice misses her. She feels an unexplainable frustration building inside. She hates the repetition of the stroke, the steady beat that's usually comforting. She slices her hand through the water. It's banal. It's violent.

She doesn't want to finish. She doesn't want to responsibly walk back to her apartment and do her rounds. She wants to poke her head above the water and see where the girl went, to see if the snorkel is all plastic angles against the NO RUNNING sign on the deck.

To see if she smiles at Beatrice again.

Beatrice-

Beatrice-

Beatrice stops. She doesn't pause; she stops. She stops and she pokes her head out of the pool and she looks around.

Next to the lap pool is the open swim pool, which usually stays closed until the family hours open later in the morning. The girl has clearly sweet-talked her way into something, because the attendants pay her no mind even though she has trespassed well into the off-limits space.

The girl sits on the edge of the diving board. Her legs dangle off. She swings her legs, slightly, and has a small smile at the slight bounce that reverberates up and down the board. Her eyes are closed.

Beatrice stays with the water up to her neck, watching her. She doesn't know if she could get out, could feel the gravity of it all pressing down on her, could feel her you're out of the pool now you need to towel off now you need to walk home routines kick in at the abandonment of her in the pool stage of her day, and fight herself well enough to stay.

The girl stands up on the diving board. She lets the board bounce. Once, twice. She catches Beatrice watching her and she beams. Then she winks; then she jumps, not dives, and falls, full pencil, arms pointed above her, into the deep end. There's barely a splash as her head follows her feet into the water.

It's incredibly silly. Beatrice is immediately endeared.

The girl paddles over to the wall. She climbs halfway up the in-cut ladder, hand gripped to the metal bar, then looks at Beatrice. "Hey," she says.

Beatrice can't contain herself. "Hello."

"Okay, be honest. How many points?"

Beatrice frowns.

"Like, I had basically no splash! That's gotta count for something."

"Oh," Beatrice says. She pauses. "Eight," she decides.

"Eight!" The girl grins. "Eight for eigh-va. You're tough to impress. One sec, one sec."

She climbs out of the pool. On her back, Beatrice sees the silvery-white lines of scar tissue, roiling across her tanned skin.

"I'm not, like, super supposed to do this," the girl - Ava, presumably - says, with a touch of sheepishness, as though Beatrice asked, but Beatrice also hasn't moved, hasn't resumed her laps, hasn't left. Ava walks out onto the edge of the diving board again. It's a low diving board, meant for young kids, but Beatrice still has to tip her chin to see her. Light from the skylight reflects on the water, rippling back up across her face. "It's fun, though. You ready?"

To watch? Beatrice has watched, and repented for watching, her whole life. For something else? Water drips from Ava's ankles, to the board. Beatrice has no idea what she'll be agreeing to, if she says yes. She swallows. "Out of ten?" she asks.

"That's the classic."

"Alright," Beatrice agrees. Her words feel round, heavy, next to Ava's slant. "I'll prepare myself."

Ava laughs. It's a joke, and not just by Beatrice's dry tone; Beatrice has prepared herself for everything possible since she was fourteen years old, maybe even before that, but suddenly she doesn't think she can possibly prepare herself for this.

Ava leaps from the diving board. Her knees come up. They tuck to her chest, clasped with her spread hands. Her grin spreads so wide, her nose scrunching, and she closes her eyes in mid-air, whooping. The sound echoes off the tiles, reverberates through Beatrice's chest. Beatrice stares at her; at her freedom, at her joy. She dangles in the air above the pool.

Beatrice has a moment of imagining so visceral, so subconscious, that she feels it sear through her untranslatable.

Ava smashes to the water. Concentric ripples grow, smack noisily against the sides. In the bullseye of her impact, she surfaces, the back of her head to Beatrice. She scrubs water out of her eyes. Then she casts around, spinning on her treading legs to find Beatrice.

"So?"

Beatrice blinks. Right. Out of ten. She swallows. "Nine."

"Nine? Jeez, what's a girl gotta do?"

"Only God is perfect." Beatrice says it deadpan, with the calibrated weight of seventeen years of Catholic education. "To regard anyone else as such would be to do a disservice to His name."

Ava's eyes widen fractionally. Her limbs still. She starts to sink.

The corner of Beatrice's mouth crooks.

"Oh, that was- I was raised by nuns, you can't get a girl like that!"

"You thought your cannonball was divine, then?"

"Uh, yeah!" Ava kicks herself over to the wall. She loops her arm around the ladder handle and points at herself with the other. "Made in God's image to fuck shit up."

Beatrice looks down, amused.

"So, I haven't seen you here before." Ava gets out, walks between the pools. She plops down beside Beatrice, her legs hanging into the water of the lane she'd been in before.

Beatrice's eyes are at the height of her thighs, where they press into the lip of the pool. Her toenails are painted, sloppily, ten different colors. She can't keep looking there, so she flicks her eyes up to Ava's face. "I swim at the beach," she says, clearing her throat. "In the ocean pool."

"Mm. No diving board at the ocean pool."

"No, there isn't."

"So...wanna give it a try here?"

Beatrice hesitates. She looks to the attendants through the window. She looks at the board, stilled again. She opens her mouth.

"No diving," Ava clarifies. "Huge risk of spinal injury, if you don't know what you're doing. But just…jumping, you know?"

Beatrice does know what she's doing; Beatrice has dived from ten foot platforms and off the back of boats in full scuba gear. She doesn't say so.

Ava gives her hopeful, uncertain eyes.

Beatrice should go to work. Beatrice is late for work. Beatrice needs to contain herself, be practical, get her feet back on the ground-

Beatrice nods, smiling slightly. "I'll do my best," she says.

"Fuck yeah," Ava says, surprise and delight washing together. She has freckles on her shoulders, and a tiny scar on her left cheek.

She offers Beatrice a hand, and Beatrice takes it, warm and wet and small. She presses her other palm to the ledge of the pool and pushes her body up onto the deck. She looks into Ava's brown eyes before she lets go.

The warm air chills against Beatrice's skin as she walks over to the diving board. She steps onto the rough, treaded rungs. She feels the board bend under her weight as she walks out. Looking down at the other pool, she finds Ava watching her.

She smiles at her, small. Ava grins.

Tomorrow, Beatrice thinks, she'd like to stay at the beach to watch the sunrise. She wants to show this girl the sunrise.

She jumps.

[simplykorra]

the definition of insanity - chapter three

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 She turns then, using her foot to push the door shut before stepping over to the shower and knocking on the wall beside it.

 “A - Ava?”

 “If I said no, what would you do?”

 Beatrice sighs on the other side. “Rip the curtain off the rod and use it to strangle the intruder.”

 The fact that she could absolutely do that only makes Ava’s thighs squeeze together tighter. “I might be into a little choking.”

 Beatrice pulls the curtain aside just enough to peek her head out. Her hair is wet, hanging across one side. She has droplets of water dripping down her eyelashes and nose. From this angle, Ava can see her shoulder and where it attaches to her neck.

 The perfect place to bite down on.

 “Can I do something for you?” Beatrice asks, her eyes fighting a losing battle to not look down where her shirt is hanging onto Ava’s breasts for dear life. Ava smirks, gesturing towards the shower. “You…you wish to join me?”

 “Very much so.”

 Beatrice’s eyes go wide and she looks back to the shower like she’s got church secrets hidden in there. “I - there’s not enough room.”

 Ava starts to undo the few buttons she did earlier. “Kind of the point, Bea. We get nice and slippery together.”

 “I - I don’t…”

 “Say you don’t want me to join and I’ll go.” Ava lets Beatrice’s shirt fall off her shoulders into a puddle on the floor and looks up to see those dark eyes relearning every inch of her all over again.

 With a small smile, Ava raises her brows, waiting for an answer.

 It comes when Beatrice steps back and pulls the curtain open.

CONT on AO3

[ramblei]

Dark, why would you automatically assume Second was responsible for Chosen's disappearance? Did you suspect he was behind your eldest brother's disappearance too, and that's why you attacked him?

FS!Dark: "I didn't assume Second was responsible! I'm in the wrong for hurting him, I know that, and I wasn't in the right mind when doing so.. Not only that but I have to find Chosen and find out of hes okay as well and I.. ugh, it's so stressful.."

[nsewell]

3, 5, and 19 for the OTP asks, for any pairing you want to talk about? Hehe :3

otp asks.

ANY pairing? okay you're getting ava x nat ^^

3. do they wear each other's clothes?

level with me here. in the present modern era? absolutely not, but there was a beautiful before time where ava did not have access to cargo pants because they hadn't been invented yet and she wore breeches and linen shirts and clothing that would be regarded as gentlemen's fashion and nat would dip into that when she wanted to feel handsome before expanding her own wardrobe to accomodate more masculine styles.

5. describe their cozy night in.

they’re sitting in water together, ava settled between the crux of nat’s long legs, the rise of her knees jutting out of the claw foot tub and she’s massaging deep, soothing patterns into the tense muscle at ava’s spine. she’s fresh from training and perspiration still clings to the back of her neck where water hasn’t touched her. the warehouse is empty, save the two of them. they make easy, quiet conversation in the dark about normal things; the state of the team, a recent read, the late hour. nat will press a kiss in question to the peak of ava’s centurion shoulder (stay?), and ava unravels like sand against the tide, relinquished to her. if only nat had known such a simple motion could accomplish what an hour of methodical kneading might. but then, she doesn’t mind at all.

19. how do they feel about pda?

big no espescially bc my idea of them is trying to keep their fraternization under wraps so they don't jeopordize the team or the agency catches wind of the ethical breech that is a commanding agent sleeping with her second in command. i do think M has walked in on them in a compromising embrace at some point but extended them the courtesy of never bringing it up again.

[caliphoria17]

Avatrice AU: Swiss bartender, Ava Silva, has always been pretty vocal of her, ehem, admiration for international rising star, Beatrice Young (who’s also a Swiss native). And, hey, this up-and-comer is a certified polyglot, folks! Lucky (or unlucky, depending on one’s perspective) for Ava, BuzzFeed A*Pop had chosen all some of her “thirst” tweets for Ms. Young herself to read. Strap in! 🤐 (insp.)

[unshackled-if]

Stole this ask from another blog hehe ;"p

if the ROs were given a choice to choose between saving the world or saving MC, what would they choose?

sneaky anon >:)

this is a really good question, but because it will contain spoilers for some parts of the story, I will give simple, brief answers.

Aurelian: save MC without hesitation.

Elara: I don't think she could make such a difficult decision.

Kazuo: save MC. Loyal to the end.

Aiden/Ava: the decision will be difficult for them as well, and it will depend on the situation. They may choose to save MC, or remain with MC and face the same fate.

SC: save MC.

[deb-1106]

Hii 🥰

I just saw this and thought it’ll inspire a fic or a moodboard for your MC‘s or OC‘s

(No pressure 🥰)

Thank you so much for this ask @peonierose ❤️❤️❤️ You are the absolute sweetest!!

I'm actually working on a couple of fics right now, and it's been slow going. 😂🙈 So I decided that if I was going to answer this ask before you started collecting your social security, I was better off going with a moodboard.😂🤣

Also, fair warning ... this might be the cheesiest damn thing I've ever done. lol

But true love is cheesy sometimes. 🧀 😋 I'm not even sorry about it. ❤️

Here are Drake and Ava, stargazing as they imagine their "Forever" in night sky.

If you'd like to be added or taken off my tag list, just let me know!❤

Taglist:

@ao719 @burnsoslow @charlotteg234 @sincerelyella @walkerismychoice @choiceswreckedme @txemrn @twinkleallnight @imashybish @blackcatkita @katedrakeohd @boneandfur @sfb123 @queenrileyrose @foreverethereal123 @kingliam2019 @nestledonthaveone @bebepac @petiteboheme @yukinagato2012 @princess-geek

[nightdrawz]

‼️WHITEBOARD EXPIRES‼️

On the 10.11 the whiteboard will expire, meaning it gets removed!

Enjoy the drawings while you still can!!

Thank you everyone who joined!!! (≧◡≦)

I appreciate people enjoying it and being active on there!

Yall are SUPER DUPER talented o-o!

Seriously give me some of that talent…(。。 )

It was super fun and exciting seeing everyone on it ^v^

Thank you everyone!!

And thank you cheez anon

My favorite..:

[wandering-words]

For the five sentence prompts!

Avanine- i am starved for their content 😭😬

//eye contact across a crowded room//

Thanks for the ask! It’s been a little bit since I’ve written for these two. Hope you enjoy <3

40. //eye contact across a crowded room//

Janine wasn’t exactly looking forward to her third development week, but here she was anyway, waiting for Ava’s loud voice and obnoxious PowerPoint to echo throughout the gym.

She trained her eyes to the front of the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gregory or Barbara or Melissa just to have someone familiar and comforting, but instead saw a pair of dark brown eyes looking directly at her.

Ava Coleman was looking at her, Janine Teagues, the woman Ava claimed to hate.

And Janine had no idea what the blood rushing to her face or the quickening of her pulse could possibly mean, other than… but no, it couldn’t be that.

Could it?

[noriaki-kak]

Can I hear more about Ava possibly?

HELLO! Sorry for taking truly an eon to reply, around the time you sent the message I was in the middle of moving. Between that and the holidays responding got away from me but I still really wanted to answer! Better late than never I suppose, so without further ado...

So explaining Ava's story requires explaining a good amount of world building. I think Thea has mentioned Demiphics before but the tldr is that they're the children of angels and demons. Heaven and hell have a long history not just with each other but also with Demiphics. Officially, while in the current era relationships between angels and demons are allowed, they're heavily stigmatized and they ARE banned from having children.

As an aside about heaven and hell for context. When I was building this world I knew I wanted it to be an angels and demons/heaven and hell, everything and the kitchen sink sort of setting. But to also kinda look at "Hey a world where people are judged by an arbitrary set of rules and sent to a nice place when they die or a place that sucks would be kinda bad no matter how you slice it."

I wanted to explore a world where heaven and hell are made, not by divine order as a machine that works naturally as intended, but as a concept that multiple institutions are seeking to fulfill. Hell functions as a collection of scattered monarchies, hell wears it's antiquated ideas on it's sleeve. There's the pits of burning hellfire and the society down there is unjust and nightmarish to live in, but demons and the humans cast down there ultimately just have to go about a daily life. It's not fun, it's hard to make a living, but you can still make friends and go to karaoke on the weekend.

Heaven is a very different brand of evil. They hide their ills behind fake pleasantries. They take the lions share of the work when it comes to "judging" humanity (hell is less interested in partaking in heaven's bureaucracy, as long as heaven sends them souls the higher ups are happy to leave the work to them). Heaven and hell are both vast but the first levels you'll see of heaven are seas of clustered office buildings. People's souls are judged by committees of angels, and there's a lot of people thus a lot of committees. A soul hangs in the balance and it's fate can be decided because George the Angel didn't drink enough coffee this morning and just really wants to wrap this up so he can go home.

There is no authority on who's good and bad, there's just rooms full of people arguing with bias and sticking people where they think they should go to meet a quota for the day. Over centuries the guidelines on good and bad actions are constantly being updated and changed, the fates of hundreds of humans are left to the whims of management. There have even been scandals in regards to higher ups pushing for harsher judgement when the budget for processing new souls into heaven gets a little tight.

Thanks to their intent to fulfill a role, humans who make it into heaven are treated fairly well! It's still a living moving society with quite a few problems and not some utopia but your average human is treated to a decent standard of living. This comes with the neglect of their own angels however. They pat themselves on the back for being better than hell, for being a more democratic society, but the angels at the top are largely from well off established families. Working class angels are sort of viewed as disposable.

That's actually a huge problem shared between heaven and hell, demons and angels both are treated as VERY disposable. An attitude largely influenced by the fact that both come into being in wide variety of ways. They can still be born the good old fashioned way but they're just as likely to be born from heaven/hell itself. "I don't have parents, I just popped out of the ground one day as a baby." is not an uncommon story sdfgh.

That brings us to demiphics, I think @dapper-comedy mentioned some of this when talking about Bishop (who will come into the picture again later with Ava hehe) I began writing down all the lore I could off the top of my head about them but then I remembered that I have an entire google doc concerning them! So thankfully I can just share this. (theres a tiny bit of info abt halos at the end which i havent covered BUT yknow more extra fun facts)

ASSUMING the document has been read, I can dive right in with Ava now! Ava ended up under heaven's care as a baby, she lived in the training facility for as long as she could remember and knew absolutely nothing about her birth parents or the circumstances in which she ended up there.

As a young child, the rotating cast of caretakers mean she didn't truly have a constant presence in her life, there were familiar faces but she wasn't allowed to grow truly attached to any of them.

They fed her the propaganda from a young age, telling her how if she's successful and that if she can learn to control her feelings, she can be free and travel not just heaven as an honored solider but see other realms as well.

Very early on she becomes fascinated and obsessed with having wings, demiphics wings manifest as non-physical extensions of their magic. So without her magic, she cannot have wings. It becomes the one thing she truly consciously wants for. The researchers and caretakers notice this and use this to "motivate" her.

Another formative memory for her when she's little, is meeting one of heaven's few success stories. A fully fledged Demiphic solider by the name of Zenith. She's not exactly the warmest and to put it bluntly she speaks like a bloodborne npc (She's got her own whole thing going on sdfghj) but the meeting inspires Ava and cements in her mind that she wants to be a soldier so she can be free and earn her wings.

Her childhood can be described as 1. Monotonous Martial Training and 2. Daily Evil Dark Therapy. She is raised with the intention of having her be able to fully control her feelings constantly. She's not allowed to form emotional connections, she's never allowed to have her own organic feelings.

As you can imagine this creates an intense disconnect between Ava and her own emotions. It's interesting because she's not trained to be emotionless, she's trained to be able to feel any emotion she needs at any moment. She's taught emotions in regards to what kind of magic it corresponds to.

She comes off as very congenial and cheerful because she's also taught about what emotions are expected from her in visible social settings as well.

She lives this deeply lonely, isolated, controlled life until she's 18 years old (or whatever the equivalent in angel/demon years, time moves weird in the different realms)

Around this time a new face enters the picture, an angel by the name of Katrina. Katrina is an angel that works for the government, she used to be a diplomat who traveled to hell but after a year long sabbatical on earth she returned to heaven and transferred to a different position within the government.

Her new position had her visiting the demiphic training facility very frequently and around this time is when she met Ava. When Ava turned eighteen she was given a lot more freedom around the facility. Thanks to her very consistent and good behavior, she was given permissions to move more freely and speak to more people as a sort of test of her training.

Most people passing through that spoke with her were cordial but kept their distance, either out of fear of her or fear of getting in trouble with heaven. Katrina is the first exception, she immediately has a fondness for Ava the first time they speak for a very specific reason. She sees her own child in Ava.

See, when Katrina was a diplomat she spent a lot of time in hell around a lot of important demons. During a party she may have had a one night stand with the ruler of the first layer of hell (He may be the ruler of the first layer aka The City of Dis but he's honestly more of a figurehead that just kinda swings his power around and parties. His many many children and employees do most of the actual work).

And that year long sabbatical she spent on earth afterwards may have had something to do with that. But yeah Katrina had a demiphic child of her own, and being a government worker she was deeply familiar with how her child would be treated in heaven if they knew. So she had her kid in secret and left him at the doorstep of the castle in hell with the hopes he'd have a better life as a prince in hell. (This is a whole entire other character I have named Odd who has a whole ton of other stuff going on but sorry my sweet lad, this aint about you right now asdfgh)

Anywho, Katrina was honestly sort of haunted by this and parts of her regret not trying to find a way to stay with her kid. She had always wanted to raise a kid but life never worked out that way for her. But she was also terrified of being found out and thus having him be taken in by heaven, and so she swallowed that pain and told herself that it was for the best. (She had a small hope that one day she may be able to meet him, and though she never expected he would forgive her or consider her his mother, she bought him a little birthday gift on his birthday every year and stored it away for him just in case.)

When she meets Ava, it's impossible for her heart not to ache, she's around the same age her kid would be. It only takes a few conversations to see how badly heaven messed this kid up. As for Ava, it is instant. Katrina is the first person in her entire life to honestly show even a bit of openness to her. It's like a wildfire, heaven kept the flame burning low but the moment it had any fuel it flared.

It terrified Ava in a way because losing the slightest bit of control of her feelings threatened her future freedom. That plus... it was almost hard for to recognize what she was feeling at all, it was hard for her to even understand what was different or that this was the first person she'd met who considered how she felt when they talked.

It was a kindness she almost couldn't understand, so for a year they consistently crossed paths and spoke. It was rare they had a moment alone to speak, almost always being monitored, but when they did immediately Ava would ask questions she knew she wasn't allowed to and Katrina answered despite the risk.

Katrina is an impulsive person, and she's very aware of this, so she tried her best to not get too invested. She told herself she'd visit and try and be a positive influence on her life but she absolutely couldn't do anything that'd run afoul of heaven......... well she tried sdfgh.

One conversation about six months into knowing each other strikes a real cord. Katrina has realized how hard Ava has bought into heaven's propaganda and Ava's talking about how hard she's working to earn her wings one day.

Katrina is absolutely taken aback by this, because Ava already has wings, they're just sealed away. When Katrina say this, Ava retorts with well yeah, but the only way my magic gets unsealed is by becoming a soldier. And Katrina tells her that other magic user can break that seal, that it's not that heaven will give her wings, it's that they're keeping something that's already hers away from her.

This is a turning point for both of them, this forms a crack in Ava's perception of heaven, and this makes Katrina know she needs to get Ava out of here.

In the following six months, Ava opens up more and starts to question things, starts to struggle with her own feelings and realize she doesn't know who she is. That she doesn't know anything about herself. She feels suddenly lost as her interactions with Katrina makes her realize she hasn't been living as a person. She struggles to find her own preferences, and comes up short, the only things she's ever desired is her ability to fly.

And Katrina makes a plan with her for her escape, promising her that she'll help her fly.

I won't get into the nitty gritty details of the escape plan (mainly because i change my mind of the specifics frequently sdfghj) but around her nineteenth birthday, with the help of Katrina, Ava escapes the facility.

Katrina manages to get away with it despite being questioned because she has a close friend who can secretly harbor Ava.

Avery (another character who has a whole entire in-depth story because I have Too Many Characters and they are all interconnected.) Has a workshop for his art and tinkering on the floating islands of third layer of heaven.

So basically what happens is Katrina shows up to Avery's workshop in the middle of the night with a blanket draped over Ava and goes like "Okay listen, I can explain, you have to promise not to get mad at me." Before revealing Ava and her very obvious horns that stick out like a sore thumb in heaven.

Despite his complaints about the recklessness of the entire situation, he allows her to stay. They eventually get her a pendant to glamour her in her day to day, so she can go around without being immediately spotted.

And with that she joins a little crew of people who hang out with a common goal in heaven! I call them the heist crew bc everyone who hangs out there has a bone to pick with the government in heaven, as well as their own goals. Sometimes that culminates in them stealing objects or information from various government facilities and using it to further their own means. But also it's kinda like that thing where it's like "Oh we're a club that does this!" but ninety percent of the time they just hang out and slack off instead of doing what they're supposed to sdfghj.

I won't go over everyone since this is supposed to be about Ava and this is meant to focus on her but she becomes quite close with a number of people who frequent Avery's workshop!

Avery himself is the first person she latches onto. He has an aloof detached sort of air at first but it very quickly becomes clear how caring an attentive he is. He was once a classically trained artist turn tinkerer and many years ago he suffered an "accident" (it's a long story) that injured the left side of his body greatly, causing him to lose an arm, leg, wing, and eye. With the help of his father long after the event, he crafted himself prosthetics out of marble and gold and enchanted them to move lightly and fluidly.

He can't always wear them, and most of the time he gets around his shop in a wheelchair, but he is particularly attached to the arm he designed and created. So even when he isn't using it, it's never far from him. His current project is even more ambitious, he's attempting to design wings from scratch through a fusion of machining and magic.

Aside from a desire to create a new wing for himself, he believes that any and all denizens of heaven deserve access to flight. Humans, angels who've lost their wings, and even more controversially, demons.

Ava is intimidated by Avery at first because he's difficult to read, but one night she comes across him experiencing rather bad phantom pains and helps bring him his medication. This breaks the ice between them and once he's feeling more himself, he shows her some of the little trinkets he's working on. Clocks and music boxes and stuff like that. Ava finds herself absolutely enraptured and Avery is amused and excited by how truly interested she is.

They talk long into the night and when dawn is barely peeking over the horizon, he gifts her a little music box that he made some time ago before they part ways for the night (day?) . From here they slowly develop a sibling-like relationship and when Avery tells her about his big project attempting to make wings, she's besides herself with excitement.

See, she's free now, she could unseal her magic, but as she discovers who she is as a person, a creeping fear takes hold. She fears she won't be able to control her magic, and that she could accidentally lash out at the first people she's come to care about. So Avery, as well as Katrina, let her know it's perfectly okay for her to take as long as she needs to. Avery assures her that even if it takes her a lifetime to feel comfortable unsealing her magic, he'll be happy to make mechanical wings for her the moment he gets them working.

Speaking of Ava discovering who she is, the second person she becomes close with is Bishop. Bishop is @dapper-comedy's character and I believe they've spoken about them before! Demiphic, escaped from a cult, fought in fighting rings at the heart of the third layers main floating islands. Currently frequenting Avery's shop and struggling to figure out their relationship with their estranged mother, amateur carpenter. (Thea could probably tell you more details about Bishop overall especially since it's been a moment since we discussed these characters and some details are a little foggy on my end sdfghj)

Ava immediately gravitates towards Bishop. They are MUCH more standoffish than anyone else they've met at the workshop, but I don't think anything could stop Ava from wanting to get to know them. Bishop is the first other Demiphic she's met outside of her confinement, and on top of that their magic is unsealed.

Ava has a deep admiration for them, for the way they wield their power. Their friendship is much more of a slow burn, neither really knowing how to approach each other. But Bishop is one of the first people that helps Ava discover more about herself.

She was trained all her life to act a certain way and so her default is a very pleasant bubbly sort of attitude. As she starts to figure out how to be herself however she discovers that at heart she's really much more of a subdued person. She tends towards a quiet, more monotone set of mannerisms. Her friendship with Bishop helps her discover this.

Around people she doesn't know or when she's uncomfortable and out of her element, she adopts her pleasant exterior. Only around people she's really comfortable around does she let it drop, and Bishop is one of the first people that sees that side of her.

The final person she forms a very strong bond with is a familiar face. None other than Giselle! This takes place a VERY long time after everything that happened with the Braithen Kids (+wonky time dilation stuff with the planes), after Giselle died she was sadly the only one who went to heaven dfghj.

I don't recall exactly how Giselle fell in with the heist crew. (I think it had something to do with Bishop's mother, Rose. But I may be misremembering, Thea correct me if I'm wrong dfghj) but! Once she's there she and Ava really hit it off.

Due to often being bedridden in life Giselle is practically cartwheeling through heaven, unrestrained summer fun. Ava immediately befriends her (she meets her after she's gained a bit more confidence interacting with people) and their friendship acts as a vehicle for Ava to catch up to all the mischief she never got to get up to before.

Giselle shares an intense interest in flying as well, and they both are very invested in Avery's mechanical wings project. Frequently asking him about it and planning their own ill advised test flight experiments to help him gather data (which he Did Not ask them to do).

And that's most of the info about Ava! There's small things I could mention. Like how she develops a love of birds spurred on by a little bird necklace Katrina gets for her on a day they decide is her birthday (since she doesn't know the actual date) And how it's the first gift she receives in her entire life, but certainly not the last.

Or how Avery and Katrina take her out to buy clothes for the first time since she really doesn't have much to wear. She struggles making choices for herself, since her clothes were always given to her. Her entire life was light flowing white dresses, embroidered with constellations, and supplied to her directly. She initially picks out similar things, uncertain what else to do. But then she sees a sturdy bomber jacket, and feels a fragile yearning for it.

With Avery and Katrina's encouragement, she gets it for herself. It's the first time she makes a choice for herself based on what she herself really wants. Plus it starts her on a path to discovering she prefers more sturdy androgynous fashion.

There is one more thing, a thread me and Thea haven't quite finished... As time passes and she grows more comfortable with her current life and the people around her, she starts to have strange dreams. Dreams of a garden... and in these dreams she sees someone, and feels as though this someone is calling out to her.

The person she sees looks an awful lot like her, a little bit older... She looks almost like... a sister perhaps? *dramatic musical sting*

BUT YES, she has a demiphic sister named Odette (another character from the Epic Mind of Thea) who begins to reach out to her through her dreams. And through this connection perhaps she'll discover more about the circumstances of her birth and just Who this familiar stranger is. Tune in next time to find out more (when me and Thea actually write more of this story sdfghj)

Aside from that as a little bonus for this taking so long, I scrounged up some Ava art! I haven't drawn her in quite a while so these are kinda ancient but they serve their purpose. Writing this is making we wanna draw her again...

and then these three are a series I did drawing some of the Demiphics! In order from left to right we have Ava -> Bishop -> Odd

[ariabauer]

Have you watched Warrior Nun?

The timing of this is very funny because literally last week I said to a friend, "You know, I think tumblr has finally convinced me to watch Warrior Nun."

Which then made her read a fic and decide that she also wanted to watch Warrior Nun.

So we both have shows to finish and then we're going to watch Warrior Nun.

Good job on the gifs.