#whatwordsmiss

[birgittesilverbae]

howdy em! for a prompt, if u are feeling inspired: wn + "mending"

(ily ily)

She falls into the sand, tears streaming down her face, stars shining gold in the sky above.

She falls into the sand, tears streaming down her face, stars shining blue in the hollow of her chest.

She falls.

She falls.

When she comes awake again there's sand on her cheeks, in her nostrils, working into every crevice of her face, more coming, falling, landing. She doesn't need to breathe, trapped inexorably in the second between sleep and wakefulness, between life and death, the tarask's claws forever frigid against her skin, pulling her through the veil. Still, she tears at the loose contents of a premature grave, a belated grave, thrusts her hand through into the sky, clutches at the stars. 

There's a girl in the sand beside her when she frees herself. She's lying in a pool of blood so dark it's almost pitch black beneath the eternal noonday sun. Her body, too, is pockmarked with starlight, glinting blue beneath her skin.

She doesn't need air, but the girl might, and her face is caked with sand. She turns her onto her side, heedless of the blood-soaked sand beneath her knees, sinks back into that easy routine of first aid. Airway, clear the airway. The girl's cheeks spasm around her fingers as she scrapes sand from her mouth, from her tongue. 

There doesn't seem to be any end to it. She's not sure how long she's been working, the sun still hanging at its noonday peak, but she keeps going, keeps moving, frantic in her motion. Finally, finally, the girl gasps, chokes on the air, on the sand, on the sun, on the stars.

She rolls back away from her, limbs heavy with exhaustion, tries desperately to catch her breath. She doesn't need air, but the absence of it tears at her lungs. 

"Bea?" The voice is weak, thready, and the girl hocks up what sounds like a mouthful of dirt. "Beatrice?"

She tips back onto her side, presses up onto hands and knees. The girl squints up into the sun but makes no attempt to shield her eyes. Makes no attempt to move at all. She shifts closer again, braces one fist in the sand above the girl's opposite shoulder, shielding her with her own body. 

In the shade the girl's eyes are dim and rheumy. She raises a hand, gestures to her own face. "You've got sand," she murmurs. "Do you want me to wipe it away for you?"

The girl's mouth thins in concentration, but whatever she's attempting to do doesn't happen. "Please," the girl says finally.

She obliges her. 

The nearness makes the star-fleck shards beneath her skin hum, but she restrains herself from moving the girl any further without consent, no matter the inkling of recognition that's digging it's way free of some part of her mind that still feels entombed in that same deep grave she'd freed herself from.

She gestures again, at the girl's chest, the shredded scraps of armour, the blue glow beneath it. She hazards the guess, then. "Your skin isn't mending over the divinium. I'm going to need to take it out to allow the Halo freedom to work."

The girl laughs, weak and thready. "You wanna stick your hands in my chest already? More of a second date thing, Shannon, don't you think?"

Neurons spark, fire, stars forming systems, forming clusters, forming galaxies. Shannon braces hard against her fist to keep her body from crumbling forward onto the girl. "Seems I'm at a disadvantage, Halo Bearer. You know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Ava," the girl says quietly, "Ava Silva." Tears well up at the corners of her eyes, but she tries valiantly to sniff them back. "If you're here, does that mean I'm dreaming?"

[warriornunsgirlfriend]

avatrice + 11. “The sun isn’t even up yet and you want me to do what?”

Okay this isn't exactly about avatrice but I was excited to share anyway. A sneak peek of a future scene in my Childhood!AU from Lilith's POV! Please enjoy!

“The sun isn’t even up yet and you want me to do what?” 

It was a miracle really that Lilith had managed to even convince Beatrice to meet her here, the lights from the gym muted in their refuge under the bleachers. She’d woken up early and roused a very annoyed Beatrice out of the bed next to hers, begging her to meet her in the gym before classes. 

Now they sit, their knees pressed together in the small space. From here Lilith can see every weakness in Beatrice’s form. The tired lines just underneath her eyes, the way her shoulders tighten, sitting impossibly straight even in this cramped position. Beatrice’s voice is whispered, harsh against the quiet hum of the electricity in the fluorescent lights above them.

“Oh come on, Beatrice. It’s just practice. It doesn’t mean anything.” 

She watches as Beatrice’s eyes widen only minutely and a soft flush appears across the freckles scattered along her cheeks. She looks almost ridiculous, like a deer caught in a headlight and under any other circumstances, Lilith might have teased her for it. 

But right now, anxiety is coiling through her own chest and she tightens her fists at her side to stop her hands from giving away how nervous the request is actually making her feel. 

“But why do we have to practice kissing?” 

Lilith can feel the back of her neck prickle with heat as images of a certain sixth year girl with gorgeous skin and a teasing smile flash across her mind. It’s a fair question but she can’t bring herself to admit the truth, that she’s never kissed anyone. The thought of actually admitting that she’s bad at anything, let alone something so simple, is mortifying. So she just shrugs. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, Beatrice. You’ll meet a man, or someone one day, and you’ll be grateful for the chance to practice.” 

The way Beatrice wrinkles her nose at the thought is almost enough to lighten the nervous weight on her own chest and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. She doubts very much it will be a man who steals Beatrice’s heart one day but it isn’t Lilith’s place to say so.  Instead she nudges Beatrice’s knee with her own. “Come on, I never ask you for anything. And if you help me with this I swear I’ll owe you. Whatever you want.” 

The nervous knot loosens ever so slightly when Beatrice rolls her eyes and finally gives in with an exasperated sigh. “Fine. But you have to stay with me during break next week?” 

Her voice falters at the end, as if she isn’t sure for a moment that Lilith will agree. Which is absurd, really, because it’s such an easy request. She’s no happier at home than Beatrice is. “Deal.” 

“Okay. How-how do we do it?” 

The question takes her off guard and for the first time Lilith’s resolve almost disappears. It had seemed easy before when she was imagining the scenario in her head. Practice with Beatrice had seemed a lot less daunting than asking Lucia straight up for a date. But now Lilith falters, considering Beatrice for a moment before finally huffing out an annoyed breath. 

“I think we just need to go for it.” 

Beatrice nods and then squeezes her eyes shut, her face scrunching up in concentration as she freezes. Lilith only rolls her eyes and leans forward, closing the small distance between them in a fluid motion. “Geez. I’m not going to bite you. Relax.” 

The words are murmured for just an instant before Lilith closes her eyes too and presses her mouth against Beatrice’s, lingering for one brief, chaste moment. 

Beatrice’s lips are chapped and the small touch tickles against her own before Beatrice is pulling away, her eyes flying open. 

“How was that?” Her words are rushed and another bright flush dusts across her face.  It occurs to Lilith that Beatrice must be as nervous as she is. 

She only rolls her eyes to hide the mirth just lying under the surface of her nervousness and shakes her head. “I think you have to stay still for longer than a second for it to really count.” 

The challenge does the trick. It’s enough for Beatrice to frown, her eyebrows drawing forward as she huffs in annoyance. “Fine. Try again, then.” 

Lilith only shakes her head, amusement loosening the nervous coil in her chest completely now. It really is too easy to rile Beatrice up. But underneath the humor a surge of warmth settles against her chest. Beatrice may be uptight, and even a little oblivious sometimes. But she’s a good friend and any anxiety Lilith might have had over the request eases as she leans forward to kiss Beatrice again. ______________________________________________________________

The afternoon sun slants across their two bodies, laid out against Beatrice’s bedroom floor. A song plays idly in the background on Beatrice’s record player, filling the room with soft noise that fades easily into the background around them. 

Lilith turns her head to watch her friend for a moment, the way the light trails down Beatrice’s face, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she breathes out evenly. It’s the most relaxed Lilith has ever seen her and she can’t help but smile at the image. Whatever Ava is doing, it’s obviously doing wonders for Beatrice. Even if she is an annoying shit. 

“What’s it like? Being with Ava?” 

The question is blurted out before she can stop herself. But she finds that she doesn’t quite regret it, even if the back of her neck does warm. She shifts and props herself up on her elbows so she can look at Beatrice, who only opens her eyes and turns her head toward Lilith, pondering the question for a moment. 

“It’s…. wonderful.” Beatrice breathes out the last word in a small exhale, a soft blush creeping along her ears and cheeks. Her lips tilt upward in a soft smile and she grins sheepishly, “I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy.” 

The sight sends a pleasant ache through Lilith’s chest. Even a few months ago it was obvious Beatrice wasn’t happy. Lilith very much doubted Beatrice would have known what happiness looked like even if it slammed right into her. Which Lilith supposed, it sort of had. 

It takes her a moment to place the odd fluttering emotion in her chest. Hope, she realizes with a jolt of surprise. If Beatrice of all people could find happiness, then maybe it wasn’t completely unattainable. Maybe it’s something Lilith can earn too. The image of Camila’s mischievous smile, the soft dimples at the corner of her lips, and the way her curled hair catches the light plays across Lilith’s mind, sending a pleasant swoop through her belly. 

“If I confess something to you, do you swear not to judge?” 

Beatrice’s eyebrows furrow ever so slightly and she shifts too until she’s propped up on one elbow, her head resting against her hand. “Do you have feelings for Ava, as well?” 

Her lips purse against a teasing smile at the question and Lilith barks out a surprised laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, I wouldn’t date Ava even if she was the last person on this earth. You can have her. Besides, I have my sights on someone else.” 

Beatrice’s grin widens, a genuine smile with a flash of teeth. She nudges Lilith’s leg with her foot. “Are you going to tell me who it is?” 

It’s new, this sudden vulnerability and understanding between the two of them and Lilith clings to the warmth it brings even as she falters for a moment, anxiety tightening around her chest as she answers. “It’s Camila…” 

Beatrice’s eyes widen in surprise and Lilith is ready, an apology right on the tip of her tongue. She can feel the flush on her face as she opens her mouth to explain, to take it back maybe. But Beatrice only grins again, her eyes bright with delight. “That’s wonderful!”

“Really? You’re not mad?” Lilith had honestly expected more pushback. Considering that just a few weeks ago they weren’t even talking, she hadn’t expected Beatrice to be so supportive. She studies Beatrice’s face for any sign of hidden frustration, or annoyance, but she doesn’t find any. Beatrice’s smile is still relaxed, her eyes squinting against the sunlight streaming through the blinds covering the window. But her expression is sincere, open, and Lilith finds herself relaxing as Beatrice answers, 

“Why would I be? I think it’s great, truly.”

“I don’t know.” Lilith shrugs, her attention moving to the carpet underneath them. She tugs at a loose strand, wrapping it around her finger as she answers, “She’s your little. I know you feel responsible for her.” 

The memory of their argument is still raw between them, the lingering words heavy against Lilith’s chest. She can’t quite bring herself to meet Beatrice’s gaze. Silence settles over them, awkward and stifling for several long moments. 

“I’m sorry, Lilith. What I said before, it wasn’t fair—“ 

Lilith rolls her eyes to hide the uncomfortable prickle of nervous tears welling in her eyes. “You’ve already apologized. You don’t have to—“

“Let me finish.” Beatrice raises her hand and Lilith falls silent, swallowing against the stupid lump in her throat. 

“It wasn’t fair and I want you to know, I don’t really think you’re…what was it I said?” 

“Heartless.” Lilith almost whispers the words, her heart clenching painfully against them, a juxtaposition to the accusation. Beatrice was right, she hadn’t been fair to say it. But Lilith couldn’t deny there was truth in the perception she gave off to people. Her mother was heartless. Her grandmother even more so, and if Lilith was honest her biggest fear is that she would end up mean and bitter, just like them. Beatrice’s words, said in a righteous fury of the moment, had pierced Lilith’s weakest point. 

“I don’t think you’re heartless. And I think Camila would be really lucky.” Beatrice’s hand wraps around her own and it takes every ounce of willpower Lilith has to stop the sob threatening to choke out of her. She finally looks up, her eyes stinging with tears only to find Beatrice’s own tears reflected back at her. Despite her best efforts, her vision blurs and she feels a single wet drop escape down her cheek. She laughs, watery and weak, and Beatrice does too. 

Maybe this is what happiness really looks like. Or at least something similar. The warm sun heating her skin in the afternoon, shared tears and laughter between friends. She can feel all the cracks within her, frayed and ragged. It doesn’t heal, not even close. But Lilith thinks, here with Beatrice’s tear-filled laughter mixing with her own, maybe for now this is enough.  The promise of a new beginning. For both of them. 

[smokestarrules]

"‪beatrice fell first but ava fell harder" girl fell so hard she cracked her head open :/

OW okay. don't you know I need a tw before I even think about That Scene again................................

[cowboycatd]

top five types of routes to send/project

Ahhhh I love this one!!!

Crimp heaven.

High feet, babey!

Overhanging tension-y, heel hooks? 👀

Not my style so it's extra exciting when I send (e.g., pinches).

Anything on lead.

[the-penguinspy]

Hi peng ily

1) Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic

7) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

15) If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

ahhh literally anything to do with domesticity and the mundane!! (i also particularly love the kitchen as a setting.) i love writing about the little things -- expanding on the moments that we overlook or take for granted.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

this one is from one of my very first WN fics!! ava x beatrice, lazy sunday morning lie-in.

She maps out a path as her gaze traces the contour of Beatrice’s face – lingers upon the curvature of her cheek, on the gentle slope of her nose, the soft plush of her lips.

'map' and 'contour' to bring to a head the topography of it all. physically linking it to each facial facet. the downward path that ava's eyes take, like traversing down a hill: cheek to nose to lips. and finally!! i kept the length of the phrases very similar for each facet -- they're in the same group, so i though it'd be neat to bring it all together with a similar rhythm. all in all, im still really proud of the structure for this one :)

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

oh it'd be REAL cool to have that one ava x lilith snippet ('twas a prompt from @birgittesilverbae, set in their Dads AU!!) to be adapted to film! ava makes her way into the house from outside, and i think there're a lot of details that can be put into the setting (entryway, kitchen, living room, den), blink-and-you-miss it stuff that says a lot about the people living there, perfect example to showcase their closeness, closeness, and domesticity. and of course, the interaction between ava and lilith! ahh...it'd be so nice to see ava comfort lilith on-screen...the trust and reassurance and casual physical intimacy...i'd also be interested to see how their interaction would be filmed. where and when would the camera close-ups happen? faces, hands? how would the scene be framed? im no film director but sometimes i daydream about it like this LMAO

[emilyjunk]

okay but girltrash is the BEST. catch me singing Fantasy all day. also ive got such a soft spot in my heart for my south of nowhere girls 😭😍

It's Fun and we need more fun!!! Also their chemistry... Chef's kiss

[princington]

“…the work in the garden had been grueling. Tilling soil takes time and effort and muscles of which Beatrice has hardly formed. For once, the words of encouragement from Ava did very little to bolster her spirits.

Cheering, after all, didn’t help dig the dirt. Not that Beatrice begrudges Ava, not at all. In fact, Beatrice might have quit her job if Ava had not been there to cheer her on.”

A Bit of Earth Ch 5: The Promise by @whatwordsmiss

[littleskrimp]

I just finished A Bit Of Earth and that honestly took the cake for Best Warrior Nun fanfic I’ve read so far. It really touched my heart and soul. Thank you so much! I will cradle and cherish this fanfic forever. 🥹💗 @whatwordsmiss

[wraithofwords]

15 questions for 15 friends!

I'm very late but thanks @scooby-doo-creepymechclown and @possibilistfanfiction for tagging me!

Were you named after anyone? Nope, I picked my name just because I like it.

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday because I was rereading my WN angst fic lol.

Do you have kids? No, and I don't plan to. I can barely take care of myself most days, much less a child.

What sports have you played/do you play? Did cross country running, cross country skiing, lacrosse, and track in high school. I still work out but I don't really have any sports as an adult. I'd like to get back into skiing, but it's expensive and time-consuming.

Do you use sarcasm? Frequently lol.

First thing you notice about people? Which pronouns they use for me and if they hesitate trying to guess.

What is your eye color? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!

Any talents? Writing and Excel spreadsheets.

Where were you born? US Midwest.

What are your hobbies? Writing, video games, latch hook, making bead bracelets, harassing my cat.

Do you have any pets? A cat named Sebastian!

How tall are you? 5'7"

Favorite subject in school? English in high school and Gender Studies in college.

Dream Job? Part time writer, part time something not-writing-related and I never have to work more than 30 hours a week total.

@perks-of-quirks, @commieorcs, @peanutworm, @mechromancin, @peanutbutterpanda3, @penvision @itscappyj @itchyouchyz @whatwordsmiss @words-come-slowly @kendrene @b0lu0mi @lesbiansandpuns if you feel like it indulging in some tumblr nostalgia lol.

[birgittesilverbae]

hi em!!!! here are some fun asks because ur my hero and I think ur wonderful. thanks for being u ily

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

maddie ily so much you're the best

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end

"Good. Two things you can smell," Shannon says, then adds quickly, a tad sheepish, "two positive things." Beatrice tries to separate out the sulphur of gunfire, the iron of dried blood. "Myrrh," she says finally, "from burnt incense. And there's something woody– Is that your soap?" "Yeah," Shannon confirms, "my skin is too sensitive for the standard issue stuff. It's cedarwood. Do you like it?" "'s nice," Beatrice mumbles. She can feel a blush burning up her cheeks. Shannon doesn't comment on it, hopefully can't even see it. "I'll get Mary to pick some up for you too."

I wanted a moment of pure normalcy in the wake of Beatrice coming to fully understand what she's gotten herself into with the OCS. I initially had Bea answering with the smells of violence lasting long past their return, but realised it all comes back to "you protect the ones you love" with Shannon heading her off before she can even start down that train of thought.

and then it's Shannon going "here's a way Mary loves me, let us love you too", and it hits Beatrice like a ton of bricks because it's only been half a scene since she dropped the 'Sister' from 'Sister Shannon' in her internal monologue.

I went back and forth for a while on what scent it would be, because I knew I wanted something woodsy, something solid and firm and rooted in protection. so I got into researching a bit (shocker) and landed on cedarwood for a couple reasons: Mary as the Cedar of Lebanon; the cedar as a symbol of endurance, eternal life and immortality; and the use of cedar oil in embalming and mummification.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

hmmmm right now it's reliquary, attrition, memento

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

it has to be when I've been messing around with the wording of a passage for ages and ages and then suddenly it just slots into place and makes all the stress I've put into making it match my brain so worth it (Prince calls the eight or so versions of a tmtl ch5 passage I sent them "collector's editions" lmao)

[warriornunsgirlfriend]

6, 13, and 28 :)

6) What are the names of all your pets throughout the years?

Growing up our first dog was named Penny. She was the sweetest dog to ever exist (although she could be passive aggressive at times.) she lived a long life but unfortunately passed away in 2016. Now my parents have a dog named Maggie. She's mischevious and playful and has 0 brain cells but I love her.

(that's Mags. I unfortunately don't have any pictures of Penny right now. They're at my parents house)

13) What do you like about yourself?

Ooof- that's a tough question. Me, myself, and I are going through it™️ at the moment. I think that a lot of my strengths are also easily some of my weaknesses too. So it's hard to say. Most of the time I admire my tenacity a lot. It's my superpower.

28) As a kid, what did you play pretend as?

I am such a huge nerd lol. As a kid I would pretend I was a jedi. But anytime I got into a car I absolutely loved pretending like I was podracing, like Anakin did in Phantom Menace. I would press imaginary buttons and knobs and pretend to pilot. I also loved pretending that I had a horse. I had an imaginary horse for the longest time. And I would pretend to walk it to the imaginary stables as a kid.

[smokestarrules]

I’ll pour one out for ya, smo ✊🏻😔

thank you maddie, being me is truly suffering but we stay silly :')

[cowboycatd]

you are so brave and so strong and you are doing amazing things. v proud of u, keep up the amazing work

Ah! Maddie! Crying in the fucking club, literally you have me tearing up right now. Thank you thank you, you're so sweet 😭 please take care of your head

[book-and-music-lover]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have! Make a new post.

@go-catch-a-chickn Thank you for the tag my dear! This looks so fun 💕

My HoneyBea (Warrior Nun, E, currently 26k words)

Beatrice unloaded the boxes from her truck, carrying them one by one over to the stand she had just set up.

The Subtle Attention of Time (Warrior Nun, T, 833 words)

Maybe it’s a dream, but she doesn’t care if it is. She never wants it to end

Isaiah 61:3 (Warrior Nun, T, 6.8k words)

The world stopped, just for a moment, after Beatrice met the gaze of the woman she thought long gone and unreachable.

If you say you want me, I can make you mine (The Maze Runner, T, 4k words)

Thomas fidgeted with the sleeve of his suit jacket, scanning the ballroom. His eyes skated over their heads, looking for one in particular.

(Meet Me) Where the Sun Greets the Roses (Downton Abbey, T, 2k words)

The faint glow of sunrise seeped in around the curtain when Thomas woke that morning.

Just ‘Cause You’re Out Here Running Doesn’t Make You Free (A League of Their Own, M, 8k words)

Being back in New York was all kinds of complicated for Greta.

No Better Version of Me Than When I'm With You (The Maze Runner, E, 60k words)

“I don’t know what to do, Tommy.” Newt groaned, looking at him from his position to Thomas’ right on the couch where they sat watching a movie.

Bolder Than Before (Bluer Than the Sky) (A League of Their Own, T, 1k words)

Carson blinks her eyes open and feels a warmth flush through her at the sight of Greta lying on the twin bed facing her.

Linger On, Dear (Downton Abbey, T, 4.3k words)

Thomas sat at the pub fiddling with the handle of his glass.

more than these skin and bones (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, T, 3.7k words)

Aurelius slowly descended the creaking staircase from his room with one goal in mind - grab the Charms book from where he’d left it on the table and meet Newt back upstairs.

Having an excuse to take another look at all that I've written over the last however many months was so fun! I learned as I did this, though, that my first lines are far less interesting without all of the context the rest of the fic adds to it lol. Also, I write for way more fandoms than I thought I did? Gotta spice it up with some variety, I suppose, right?

No pressure tags: @warriornunsgirlfriend, @wraithofwords, @scooby-doo-creepymechclown, @smokestarrules @whatwordsmiss, @littlestarlost and anyone else who wants to!

[gohandinhand]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

sorry @unicyclehippo notifications are gorked i just saw this

favourite colour: also down bad for yellow - a nice deep mustardy one, or one like the giant sunflowers i grew last summer.

currently reading: technically i'm reading this is how you lose the time war, i've been stalled out pretty close to the beginning for months but it's still on my bedside table, bookmark in. just bought a dragonrider book i actually haven't read before (excusing this as necessary research for dragonrider au) that i'll start tonight! and then i've been listening to all the tamora pierce books since i didn't read them growing up, i've just started emperor mage and finished trickster's choice yesterday.

last song: white blank page, it looks like? we've been into banjo bops lately for driving music so mumford & sons was on for the grocery store run earlier

last series: i'm watching taskmaster right now, if that counts? i also watched all of the lost flowers of alice hart on tuesday, had no idea of the content going in but i got hooked & it was really good, adc was beautiful and incredible and sigourney weaver kisses a woman... but every episode starts with a warning for domestic/child/sexual abuse so go in knowing they are not fucking around with that, some of it gets quite graphic

last movie: i finally went and saw barbie almost three weeks ago, probably that? i don't think i've watched a movie in the interim

sweet/savoury/spicy: oh i hate choices like this... savoury ig? eating sweets often needs to be finished off with a bit of savoury

currently working on: technically, dragonrider au, which is almost entirely outlined in detail and has one ficlet posted. practically, i haven't written a word since july because brain bad. but i found myself thinking about about an ava-as-a-crow-person au when falling asleep listening to trickster's choice the other night, so if we're lucky things are turning around

tagging: @whatwordsmiss @thelastwarriornun @piratekane @birgittesilverbae @daisychainsandbowties @dumpsterfireofsubtext @estherthenormal @the-darkness-does-not-bargain @the-ominous-owl

[justawhitewall]

Do you have any favorite avatrice fics right now to reccommend?

HELL YEAH I DO

We Need to Talk About Ava by @whatwordsmiss

the gods we can touch by @thecousinsdangereux

let me photograph you in this light by @simplykorra

I absolutely have more I just have to actually look through the feed since I don't bookmark anything like an idiot, but these are the ones I remembered off hand that are multi-chapters that I patiently await updates from.