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kaijuqgle · 1 year
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avassiilva · 1 month
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princington · 4 months
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You loved in a way that’s deeper in these veins
Than blood could ever stain
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rcarx · 1 year
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femmeetart · 1 year
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A mom helping her kids beat a hard level in Super Mario Land, 1990s.
edit: omg wha tha fak thanks for all the notes <33
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foryourmajesty · 6 months
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Day 28 : Claws a very dangerous kitten
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attackoneyebrows · 1 year
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you know i didn't have a choice.
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avassharpe · 9 months
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Warrior Nun 1x08 | Proverbs 14:1
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goldrushgold · 2 months
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Tu carne es incertidumbre
Your flesh is uncertainty
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crown-ov-horns · 4 months
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I made another one of these
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avassiilva · 3 months
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princington · 4 months
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something a little silly
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call-me-maggie13 · 4 months
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It’s not unusual for Ava and Diana to come over to Beatrice’s. It’s not even unusual they stay for a few days. 
They’re on day three of their current stay over, Ava’s just left for work and Beatrice is slicing an apple for Diana in the kitchen while the little girl plays in the living room. Lilith is about somewhere, pretending to be annoyed at the unexpected visit. Beatrice hasn’t seen her in hours, assuming she’s left to pester Camila or something of the sort.
Beatrice starts to call Diana for her snack when Diana makes a protesting noise. Beatrice furrows her brows and gathers the apple to bring to her, quietly moving through the kitchen and peeking into the living room where she finds Lilith taunting Diana with a piece of the puzzle Diana’s attempting to put together without any help. She’d nearly gotten violent when Beatrice had simply gathered the pieces she’d dropped from the coffee table.
Beatrice doesn’t say anything, partially to give Diana a chance to stand up for herself and partially to see what Lilith is doing. Lilith is mean, that’s something Beatrice has known since they were small children, but she’s not cruel. Especially not to children.
Especially not to Diana.
As much as Lilith pretends Diana’s a nuisance, she loves her. Beatrice sees it in the way Lilith does a hazard check, as Beatrice calls it, every time Diana arrives, searching all reachable surfaces for anything sharp or dangerous. She sees it in the way Lilith feigned reluctance when she’d gone out to the shops and came home with baby proofing, spending hours on the floor covering outlets and securing the cabinet doors and even fastening a two centimeter block to the lid of the wooden toy chest — she’d later scolded Beatrice for not considering how the toy chest could be a suffocation hazard before pretending again that she didn’t care about Diana. She sees it in the way Diana’s snacks are always well stocked, even when she hadn’t had a chance to go to the grocer.
Lilith can pretend all she wants, Beatrice sees how fiercely she cares for Diana. Just because she’s silent doesn’t mean her actions go unnoticed.
Read more below the break or here!
Lilith offers the puzzle piece back to Diana before jerking it away, fingers curling around it protectively before she opens it when Diana starts to scold her. Her palm is empty and Diana watches her quizzically.
"What’s it?" Diana grabs Lilith’s hand and inspects it closely, flipping it over and back as she searches for the missing puzzle piece.
"Oh, Diana," Lilith starts tenderly, running her opposite hand through Diana’s hair. "Who did your hair today? It was your papa, wasn’t it?"
Diana sits back and frowns at Lilith, attempting to swat Lilith’s hand away.
"Wait, what’s this?" Lilith turns Diana’s head slightly and pulls away from her with the puzzle piece extended to her. "When’s the last time you cleaned your ears, gremlin? You’ve puzzle pieces in there!"
Diana takes the puzzle piece slowly, eyes wide and mouth agape as she probes her ear with her free hand. Diana watches quizzically while Lilith pull a small ball from her pocket and do some sort of magic trick that switches the ball between hands, Diana completely enthralled in the magic. When Lilith does some sort of trick that sends the ball hurtling through the air in Diana’s direction, she shrieks and collapses into a fit of giggles.
This is when Lilith notices Beatrice watching her and she smiles brightly for no more than half a second before groaning and donning her faux annoyance.
"Well, no more shenanigans, Diana. The warden has arrived and I must return to my prison cell." Lilith tosses Diana the little orange ball and ruffles her hair, rolling her eyes at Beatrice’s gentle smile. "You need to do a better job keeping an eye on your kid, I totally stole that puzzle piece with no effort."
"It’s not exactly difficult to steal anything from a two year old." Beatrice laughs and turns to face Lilith, grin widening when Lilith scowls at her. Suddenly, she remembers being eight years old and crying in the bathroom at some political affair her parents had forced her to attend, stuffed in a stuffy pastel pink dress, trying desperately to hide how puffy and red her face was growing. "I forgot you could do magic tricks."
Beatrice remembers a time when Lilith had found her crying in the toilets at some political affair her parents had dragged her to. Lilith had offered a handkerchief to dry her tears only when Beatrice had tried to take it from her, she found the end tied to another then another and another. She pulled and pulled and pulled until she had a pile of colorful cloth at her feet and she was giggling. 
Lilith had also offered to "spill" cocktail sauce on Beatrice’s parents that night and, though Beatrice had denied, her mother still somehow got a giant cocktail stain on the side of her dress. Lilith still denies it was her but Beatrice knows.
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femmeetart · 1 year
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Ava needed some support... or to support something
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i’ve seen several hcs that ava, lilith, and/or beatrice are dramatic when sick, and i gotta say, not only is that funny given how much worse things they’ve been through, it’s also almost tooth rottingly sweet because of that
like ava, beatrice, and lilith all had childhoods that punished them heavily for having needs, so for any of them to be dramatic about being sick means they probably feel safe and loved a good deal to not just be open about needing things, but dramatjc about it as well
and to me that’s one of the most profoundly sweet thoughts
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bechloesupercorp · 1 year
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a continuation of this but can be read alone (choose your own adventure :p)
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Ava sees red.
Feet pounding against the concrete as she races down the halls in search of her lover. "To the left," Camila supplies, from the comms in her ear. Her heart beating in her ears as she skids -- Please be okay, please be okay.
"Last door!" Cam shouts, and Ava accelerates. Ripping the door off the hinges, she stops, almost sending Lilith careening into her back.
Beatrice.
She's just dangling there. Limp. Dea- No. She refuses to think such a thing.
The faint drip of water trickling off Beatrice's shoes echoing throughout the room. Her head lolls, cloth sticking over her face. It's the strained gasp for breath that stirs her to action.
"Beatrice!" she calls, running as fast as she can. "Bea," she whispers, like a fervent prayer, trying to lift the girl to ease the pressure on her wrists. Fuck their -- normally perfect -- height difference, and fuck the FBC for tying Bea up so high.
"Lilith," Ava grunts, glaring at the sister warrior, who's still stuck in the doorway. Her throat bobs, eyes fixed on her oldest friend. After a second, she shakes herself, fleeting over to release Bea's wrists.
Beatrice slumps into Ava's side, pliant, as shaking hands work the bag from over her head. Warmth radiates from the Halo in frantic attempt to warm her. She's always been cold, but not this cold.
"Beatrice, wake up please." frantic taps against her cheeks, careful not to harm.
For a second, there's no response. Ava's stomach falls straight through the floor. Then, Bea's eyes flutter, and it's as if she can breathe again.
"Ava?" Bea groans, a dazed hope in her eyes, "You came." Ava's heart rips at the relieved joy in Bea's voice. "You came."
"Of course we would, silly," she murmurs, burrowing her face into Bea's cold, cold neck. "In this life," she promises, bundling Bea into her arms.
"In this life."
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It doesn't hit her until they're in the van headed back to Cat's Cradle. Even Mother Superion joined the rescue effort, an uncharacteristic show of care. Huddled under a multitude of blankets, clinging to Ava, and Cam, and Lilith (she'd made it very clear that this was for warming purposes only -- but her tight embrace proved it false), she knew. She knew. She's never alone.
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