#ava fallen star

[fusciaguardian]

Look what I found

@gayyimbo @the-f4llen-ang3l

ITS PERFECT

YOU GUYS GOTTA SEE THIS

[fusciaguardian]

OH THATS SO FRIKKING PERFECT

NOW IM CURIOUS THO

WHAT DID WE DO???

Sisters vs animation let's go >:D

[rachiecrownmain]

Fallen Star AU

How the color gang met Second, essentially

Yeah pretty much

[daisychainsandbowties]

ok nvm i’m going off to write the star wars au

bea is an inquisitor & ava is the force sensitive girl working in a shipbreaking yard that she’s sent to find and capture or kill (or… kiss?)

yes i WILL be giving ava a little droid sidekick YES he will be called diego

[serenpedac]

Rules: Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

Thank you for tagging me @ava-du-mortain <3333 This was fun!

Tagging: @evilbunnyking, @narrativefoiltrope, @dasburnfrau, @sustainably-du-mortain, @thee-morrigan

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 2 Reveals 2024

coal-fire heart (The Great Silkie of Sule Skerry - Anonymous (Song)) written by Aether, performed by Beryllinthranox Summary: The sea was the perfect wind-roughened blue, the kind that made her want to take a deep breath and step over the rail and into the deep.

Today’s Top Story: An End to the Plagues? [text, audio] (Good Omens (TV)) written by BookGirlFan, performed by 1happydaiz Summary: “Good morning, and welcome to Ancient Egypt News. Our top story this morning, the Israelites, and the plagues they have brought on our nation. This morning, families all across the capital have woken to the news their eldest son has died during the night. Abubakar, our man on the ground, coming to us live from the streets with more.”

Convergence (Stray Kids (Band)) written by Chanlixbolt, performed by InterstellarBlue Summary: con·ver·gence /kənˈvərj(ə)ns/ noun noun: convergence; noun: convergency Convergence is when two or more things come together to form a new whole, Chan finally gets out of his head about his feelings, and Hyunjin and Jeongin start wooing him with utter enthusiasm.

Gritty Thoughts (Men's Hockey RPF) written by FandomisOhana, performed by eafay70 Summary: Thoughts on Gritty!

That's not how it happened! (Shadowhunters (TV)) written by Hagar, performed by kittona Summary: In which Magnus tells a story to Jace and Clary's kids - and everyone has opinions.

That Clear and Simple Path (Merrily We Roll Along - Sondheim/Furth) written by klb, ShakespeareStoleMyURL, and rockinhamburger, performed by horchatapods, elledubs, klb, and ShakespeareStoleMyURL Summary: Three phone calls, the night (and then the day) after Frank's party. A podfic musical.

Dirt Cake. Because Why Not? (One Piece (Anime & Manga)) written by ScarletSorceress, performed by stereden Summary: Thatch really thought he'd learned his lesson about Ace and 'cakes'. Mainly that, if Ace wanted him to bake a cake, it would never be a normal cake. The first one had pork in it. The second was an actual war crime. Now the third one...had dirt in it? What occasion could Ace possibly plan for that required a dirt cake??? Well, Thatch was just going to have to make it to find out. Yay...

Dare Me to Tell You the Truth (Hacks (TV 2021)) written by schwanenkoenigin, performed by wilfriede0815 Summary: Ava desperately wants to get Deborah to play Truth or Dare with her. Deborah tries to resist.

just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go [text, audio] (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by unitaryexectheory, performed by Gavilan Summary: "A'Yu, A'Yu..." Nie Huaisang sighed."Not even my own sect brothers call me Nie-zongzhu." He pouted, but Mo Xuanyu didn't speak, looking guarded. "The only Nie-zongzhu was my brother and Nie Mingjue's dead." "That must have been very hard for you." Mo Xuanyu said blandly. Nie Huaisang gave a little acknowledging giggle, feeling disgust and pleasure at how Mo Xuanyu glazed past Da-ge's name. It's good. This is good, he reminded himself. So, Nie Huaisang smiled, gently placing the cup onto Mo Xuanyu's hands. The skin of his wrists and hands was a shade lighter than Nie Huaisang's own, clutching the cup lightly.

When We Meet Again (Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order Series (Video Games), Star Wars - All Media Types) written by xazz, performed by Ceewelsh Summary: Bode made good plans but there was a saying that even the best plans didn’t survive first contact. He’d expected he would have more time. He didn’t expect the plan to start to fall apart at his first meeting with Cal Kestis.

The Hospital [text, audio] (The Hotel (Podcast)) written by zombified_queer, performed by tipsy_kitty Summary: The Manager, Owner, and Lobby Boy have to deal with the repetition of Madam Hotel’s very tragic accident.

[bechloesupercorp]

on the days that they don't work together (rare), bea takes the wicker basket that ava impulsively bought at the very beginning of their stay in the alps. ("like from the movies bea!")

two blankets, sandwiches, and an orange to share.

the first time, ava tramples around the fields for a solid 40 minutes, returning with a bunch of hand selected flowers. "thank you," she whispers, tucking a blossom behind bea's ear. the breath is stuck in her throat.

bea has to drop her off at work again before she can even take a breath.

walking back to their apartment over the cobblestones, she cradles the flower in her palms. edelweiss. noble and white. l'étoile d'Alpes. the star of the alps. but with ava beside her, she doesn't think anything shines brighter.

it gets pressed that night, soft and gentle, between the pages of her leather bound journal.

--- --- ---

the next time, night has fallen as they stroll away from the strobe lights of the bar. this time it's quieter, huddled under a blanket by the lake.

"do you think," ava murmurs, facing the water, "that people can feel the love we leave?" will you feel it when i'm dead and gone?

beatrice's heart aches. "i think they do. and all the love we've yet to give." if only you could feel the love in my heart that rests in your hands, my dear, she wants to say, and the things i would give for you to live, but the words stick in her mouth.

"i like it here," ava breathes, here with you.

"i do too," bea responds, eyes fixed on ava's face. l'etoile d'Alpes, she thinks, is sitting right here with me.

tears glisten on her cheeks in the moonlight. and beatrice has never seen anything brighter.

[kingbaguette]

[ Master post! ]

<Master post under the cut!>

*subject to change.

[ Info on the artist: ]

• Hello, I’ve been on Tumblr for two years now, and I have been attempting to gain support for my art, my works consist mostly of my passion projects.

•I will be making a comic soon!

- The comic is about Lmk, Redson. (My monkey kid fanfic I’ve uploaded on Ao3. I have stopped posting on Wattpad.)

• The artist is a Brit, so he may spell stuff diff or use slang that doesn’t make sense elsewhere. If you don’t know wtf they’re saying, please just ask!

•The artist is a minor, so please be respectful.

[ Fandoms: ]

•I have no mouth, and I must scream.

• Lego Monkie Kid.

- Comic and fic in process.

— Ao3: ‘The child born of flames’ [REWRITE].’

• Epic: The musical.

• AvA & AvM - Alan Becker

• The Amazing Digital Circus.

• Tmnt

-Rottmnt, Tmnt2k12 & etc.

— Fic name, Ao3: ‘A fallen star’. - Raphael, Rottmnt centric.

• Transformers.

-Tfp, Tfa, Tf1, G1.

• Hazbin hotel & Helluva Boss.

•Gravity Falls.

• Obey me: One master to rule them all.

[ Artist’s boundaries: ]

•My art is my own, and not public use. Nobody has permission to present it as their own, repost on other sites and/or copy it. But you can take inspiration if you want, as long as I am credited in post.

•I accept requests for art.

- I will draw fanart of any fandoms we share interest in, multiple characters, scenes, sketches, rendered drawings, etc. And oc’s are okay as long as I am given a photo or a description before hand. I will draw fluff, angst and I am okay with minor gore. (Scenes that are a little spicy, maybe, but only suggestive.) I’m more than happy to draw any poc, lgbtq+, and any religion. Maybe some animals, depends on my abilities. Mystic creatures are also welcome.

- I will not draw smut, organs or extremely severe gore. I won’t draw from a fandom I’m not familiar with, a ship I’m not comfortable with or anything illegal relationship wise. (I.E; pedophilia.) I will not draw any kind of hate art either.

•When I open commissions these boundaries will stay the same unless I have updated them.

Thank you for taking the time to read! (｡’▽’｡)♡

[butchbea]

a little alps training scene in which ava sees a frog for the first time :)

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It’s April, and the secluded lake where Ava and Beatrice have been training is aglow with life of every size and color. The trees sprout tiny green leaves, the mud along the bank warms in the sun, and bugs dance above the water.

Ava and Beatrice are locked in their own dance- one with ringing metal and breaths of exertion. Beads of sweat fall down Ava’s back; her fingers tremble around the hilt of the divinium sword. She makes a wide cross-body swing that Beatrice easily parries with her bo. It’s sloppy- a mistake that Ava knows Beatrice won’t let slide.

“You’re telegraphing,” she chides as she blocks another of Ava’s attacks.

“I’m exhausted.”

"That’s exactly when you can’t make mistakes. You have to push past your physical limitations-"

Beatrice thrusts forward, aiming her bo at Ava’s center, but Ava has learned from the best, and she side steps quickly.

“Bea,” Ava ekes out, breathless as she is.

Beatrice looks vaguely annoyed, but she retracts her bo when their eyes meet. It’s obvious when Ava’s hit a limit, and she certainly makes no effort to hide it. Her brow furrows, her shoulders drop, and she loses the hummingbird-like bounce in her feet.

“Okay. Let’s take a break.”

Immediately Ava lightens. She drops to the ground with a sigh, letting the sword clang against a rock. Beatrice takes her place next to her. She grabs her water bottle and offers it to Ava.

“Hydrate.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Ava salutes, and laughs when Beatrice shoulders her endearingly.

It’s these small kindnesses that remind Ava why she trains in the first place- the way Beatrice tends to her like she’s a garden to be nurtured. Hell, she’s certain Beatrice would test the pH levels of their apartment’s water supply if she could.

And sure, there’s a maniac with the powers of a god on the loose that she’s destined to rein in, but even he can’t hold a candle to the way Beatrice occupies her thoughts.

There’s nowhere safer or more comforting than by her side.

They sit like this for a moment, letting their breaths stabilize as the water gently laps against the rocks.

A frog’s strong rrrrrrbbbit breaks through the silence, and Ava gasps.

Beatrice startles, reaching for her bo instinctively.

“What is it?”

“There’s a frog, Bea!”

Her voice is equal parts surprise and wonder.

“Uh, yes?” Beatrice responds, unsure what to say. “It is spring and we’re on a lake. It stands to reason that there may be frogs.”

The frog sings again, begging Ava to be witnessed.

Her face breaks into a wide impish grin.

“I’m gonna find it!”

She springs up from the ground and heads closer to the bank, following the frog’s taunts.

“Ava, wait!”

Beatrice quickly returns the sword to its sheathe, slings it over her shoulder, and picks up her bo.

Ava doesn’t wait.

She trudges a path through soft earth to the edge of the lake, where a young frog, the star of the hour, sits on a mossy fallen branch in the water.

Ava gasps again, but quieter so she doesn’t scare it. She looks over her shoulder to find that Beatrice has caught up, wearing that familiar face of exasperation that Ava loves.

“Bea, look! He’s even on a fucking log! How classic is that?”

Still beaming, Ava returns her attention to the frog, who now flits its head in several directions. She crouches down right where the earth turns to mush.

“I’ve never seen one before. In person, I mean.”

Her voice is quiet, almost reverent.

Beatrice softens instantly. She steps closer and crouches down next to Ava.

Ava feels a desperate need to hold the frog, to feel it squirm between her fingers.

“Can I hold it? Will I get warts?”

“I…think you’re thinking of toads.”

“Well, what if I kiss it, and it turns me into a frog?”

Beatrice looks at her, eyebrow raised.

“You’d have to kiss me to turn me back. True love’s kiss and all that.” Ava bats her eyes playfully.

Beatrice rolls her eyes, and avoids Ava’s. Ava pretends not to notice the blush creeping up her neck.

“You’ve watched way too many movies.”

“Hey, you’d do the same if you were stuck in a bed for a fuckin’ decade.”

Beatrice freezes up for a moment. Ava sees it and grabs her hand to reassure her.

“Bea, it’s okay. Things are better now- well, besides the demons of course. I have a cool job, a family who actually cares about me, and an ass-kicking nun as my bodyguard and best friend. I love-“

A pause, all too telling.

“-my life.”

Beatrice finally meets her eyes and smiles softly. “I’m glad. You deserve it, Ava.” Beatrice squeezes her hand, and her heart does a little leap.

Ava is struck by the thought that she would absolutely sacrifice her body, her humanity, just to have Beatrice kiss her. Being a frog seems like a small price to pay.

“You’d take care of me if I was a frog, right?”

“Ava.”

“Humor me, Bea!”

Beatrice sighs, then smiles. “I suppose I could configure an appropriate environment for you- warts and all.”

Ava claps her hands and guffaws, clearly satisfied by this response. She stands and tries fruitlessly to brush the mud off her hands and legs, scaring the frog in the process. It leaps away with a splash that tickles her ankles. She feigns shock, and Beatrice laughs- Ava’s favorite sound.

“Let’s go home and eat.”

[birgittesilverbae]

fic: nature teaser

cw: consensual mutilation

//

Ava lays a gentle hand on Lilith's shoulder, and Lilith flinches away, the movement minute, almost imperceptible, but the glare of the sun doesn't affect Beatrice the way it should, she thinks. 

Ava says something too quiet for them to catch, lifts the blade. Shannon's nails dig into Beatrice's hand, and Shannon turns, places her other hand on Beatrice's cheek, and guides her gaze away, into the cradle of her neck.

"Don't watch, Bea," she whispers.

It's worse, somehow, the not-watching. Shannon's breath is cool against the side of her face, where she's pressed her forehead to Beatrice's temple. The grate of metal against cartilage, against bone. The steady slick of blade withdrawing from flesh. Lilith tries to keep it together, but she grows loud and frantic with the agony of it, begging Ava to stop. 

Ava does, at one point, when Lilith's babble has gone particularly incomprehensible, when something has fallen to the sand with a resounding thud. But Lilith gathers herself, her voice ragged, fading. "Finish it," she says sharply. "You took everything from me. Take this too." 

Ava must know that Lilith doesn't mean it, she has to, but the bait is taken, Ava spurred back into action. The sounds begin anew, a harsh melody, a rasping symphony. Beatrice drops her face into the fleshy curve of Shannon's neck, her shoulder – the trapezius, she had answered, when Shannon had asked offhanded whether she knew what the muscle was called, when Shannon had sketched the dip and curve of Mary's profile under the autumnal glow of an early sunset. She sinks her teeth into the meat of her to keep from screaming, and Shannon's hand shifts to press firm against the nape of her neck. 

Shannon's chin digs into Beatrice's scalp, and Beatrice knows without a doubt that she is watching, now, where Beatrice cannot, that she is watching Ava take Lilith apart the way she could not. She bites harder, deeper, breaks the skin. Her lips sting with the chill of icy iron, and Shannon's chin grinds over the curve of her skull. 

At long last the noise subsides, but for Ava's ragged gasps and a faint mewling that Beatrice can't recognise a voice in, not until Shannon releases her iron grip and Beatrice turns to find Lilith slumped forward, her back a mess of blood and bone and gore, her head pillowed on her forearms, breath bubbling out red between her lips, a whistling cry to it. Beatrice longs to draw towards her, to cross the sand and fall at her side, to shield her eyes from the sun as Lilith has done for her so many times, but Shannon's hand shifts to her wrist, catches her. A reminder. 

"This isn't real," Beatrice whispers, "is it? They can't see me."

Shannon shrugs. "Who can tell?" She touches a hand to her own shoulder, winces, pulls her fingers away dark with blood that holds glints of blue deep inside of it, pinprick stars against a crimson sky. She reaches out and draws her fingers down Beatrice's cheek, painting a streak of blood across her skin. "You really need to wake up, Bea. You've got to wake up."

//

Beatrice wakes alone and dying, ash falling like snow around her.

[fusciaguardian]

Yimbo, don't hold them like that!!

Yimbo: It's fine, they like it!!

@gayyimbo @the-f4llen-ang3l

I finally made my first contribution to the Sisters vs animation!!

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:    “Sleeping Dogs”

The basics:  When several Drona subjects are attacked, NCIS is on the case.

Written by:   Andrew Bartels wrote or co-wrote "Allegiance", "Zero Days", "The Grey Man", "Humbug", "Fighting Shadows", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Angels & Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke…", "Glasnost", "Old Tricks" "Battle Scars", "Fool Me Twice", "Warrior of Peace", "Reentry", "The Prince", "Smokescreen", "The One That Got Away"/"No More Secrets" two-parter, "Yellow Jacket", "Missing Time", "If the Fates Allow", "Red Rover, Red Rover", "Divided We Fall", "Genesis" and "Survival of the Fittest".

Directed by:   Gonzalo Amat is directing his first NCIS: Los Angeles episode. 

Guest stars of note: Ava McCoy as Jordyn Rountree returns from “Perception” in season 13, Ashley Sharpe Chestnut as FBI Special Agent Summer Morehurst returns from "Let it Burn", both Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier as Agent Shyla Dahr and Duncan Campbell as Agent Castor return from “Shame”, Milissa Sears as Leah Novak returns from “Genesis” in season 13, David DeSantos as Anthony Beltran.

Our heroes:   Keep droning on about Drona.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  In a roundabout way, asks Sam to be his best man. Sam:   In a roundabout way, says yes t being Callen’s best man. Kensi:  Absent. Deeks:   See Kensi. Fatima:  Hacks into the Drona files with Shyla. Rountree:  Willing to be shot at to protect Sam and Fatima. Kilbride:  Leaving after work to see his son.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Worshipped by Castor. Sam:   Thinks Castor getting knocked out twice in three months is a bad look. Kensi:   See Deeks. Deeks:   Absent. Fatima:   Likes Rountree with Summer. Rountree:  Runs after school buses, bad guys and through sand castles. Kilbride:   Hired Shyla because Shyla remembers everything.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Seemingly in a small town on the border of Turkey and Syria warning Drona subjects that they are in danger.

Who's down with OTP:  Kensi and Deeks are off doing family things.  Rountree and Summer seems to be doing well. 

Who's down with BrOTP:  Callen popped the question – will Sam be his best man?  Callen has a side buddy in Castor.

Fashion review:  Callen wears a green, blue and yellow plaid shirt.  A long-sleeve black tee for Sam.  Fatima wears a tan leather field coat over a black turtleneck.  A pale purple fleece sweatshirt for Rountree.  Kilbride has on a dark brown three-piece suit with a white dress shirt and a brown and gold tie. 

Music: Not today!

Any notable cut scene:  Not today!

Quote:  Shyla:  “Oh, uh, your ride to the airport just pulled up outside.” Kilbride:  “I thought I told you to cancel that flight.” Shyla:  “Did you? Oh, I-I don't remember.” Kilbride:  “You remember everything.  That's why I hired you.” Shyla:  “Do you still want me to cancel it?  Bear in mind, it is nonrefundable and I know how much you hate wasting money.  Not to mention missing an opportunity to see your son after all these years...” Kilbride:  “All right, all right, I'm leaving.  Remind me to fire you when I get back.”

Anything else:  A gentleman is out walking his dog in a small park area surrounded by businesses.  The dog, Rebel, starts barking and jumps into a bush.  Returning to his owner, Rebel gifts the man a dead squirrel, which was not on the man’s breakfast meal plan.  The man’s phone rings – it is an older, flip phone.  A text message reads “DHRISHTADYUMNA”.  The man breaks the phone in half and tosses his phone, causing Rebel to play fetch.  While the dog is away, a person wearing a ski mask shoots the dog owner in the back of the dead.  Rebel returns to his fallen owner and sits right next to him because dogs are the best.

At a table by a coffee shop, Fatima, Rountree, Jordyn and FBI Agent Summer Morehurst are chatting.  Fatima is teasing Rountree for yelling “Federal Agents” as they were trailing a suspect.  The suspect ran (because he’s obviously watched the show).  “Tree” caught the guy after a 10-minute chase.  Jordyn is all in for the Rountree mocking.  Rountree always liked to show off how fast he was.  He’d forget to give Jordyn her school lunch on purpose and then run alongside the school bus to give it to her like Keanu Reeves.  And she hated his lunches – avocados and bean sprouts.  She was 14 and didn’t want to eat that stuff back then.  Summer says she’s not interested in eating it now.  Rountree says it all worked out for the best.  Jordyn aced her MCATs and is on her way to medical school.  Summer starts mocking “Treefontaine” when she gets a call – FBI wants to see her.  Jordyn is off to class as well.

Shyla is giving a not paying attention Admiral Kilbride notice about a meeting with his British and Australian counterparts.  Still not paying attention.  She would be willing to go.  Still not paying attention.  Kensi and Deeks are out because Rosa’s aunt had a stroke.  Still not paying attention.  Office minutiae like the security system doing a reboot and Agent Castor’s performance review aren’t capturing the Admiral’s attention either.   Shyla mentions a radioactive group of pubescent turtles foiling and armed robbery at the Santa Monica Pier and nothing.  Shyla sees a suitcase and realizes that he’s flying up to San Francisco to see his son.  She will arrange transport to the airport at 7PM but he wants to leave at 7:30PM – he’s not much of an airport guy.  With spring break, Shyla recommends the earlier departure time but the Admiral promises her he’ll be fine.  Eventually he relents but warns Shyla that if he is stuck with a “posse of frat boys you will never hear the end of it.”  She thinks that would be a great story.  As Shyla leaves, the Admiral wants a BOLO on the turtles and their giant rat leader – can’t have mutant vigilantes running around.

Sam walks in to the bullpen, greeting Callen.  On Sam’s desk is a printout of a man in a tuxedo.  Callen explains it is the tuxedo Anna, sorry, he and Anna, want Sam to wear to the wedding.  Sam thinks he can dress himself.  Callen brings up Anna’s, his and Anna’s color palate for the wedding.  The tux is just for Sam.  “Is this your way of asking me to be your best man?”  Callen thought Sam being the best man was a given.  Sam’s not so sure.  Callen has been spending quality time with Castor – they had some drinks and dinner after Castor was knocked out by Miraslava.  Sam notes that Castor worships Callen, even dresses like him.  Castor arrives, dressed similarly to Callen.    Callen breaks down and asks if Sam would be his best man.  Of course, Sam replies but he hates the tux.  Callen agrees.

Shyla walks down the stairs.  Callen asks if they have a case.  She replies “you tell me” as she brings them up to Ops.  Once in Ops, she launches all the security protocols that lock the door, shut the shutters and turn down the lights.  She was sent two encrypted files through a DOD top secret/special compartmented information channel, JWICS.  The first file is the driver’s license for the man the park – John Jenkins.  He’s the CEO for a software company.  The second file is the ID card of an FBI Analyst, Patrick Hertel.  Both men were found dead that morning.  Hertel was killed in his backyard, Jenkins in the park.  There were numbers with the file – eight, 11 and 22.  Maybe August 11, 2022. 

Callen isn’t interested in figuring out what eight, 11 and 22 mean.  JWICS files are sent by known people.  Who sent the file?  Shyla doesn’t know, it came from a SCIF on the border of Turkey and Syria, the town of Al-Rai.  It was Hetty’s last known location, who else would send cryptic clues.  Shyla seems excited –“are you talking about who I think you’re talking about?”  Callen confirms – Hetty.

In the Admiral’s office, Callen makes the case that to Kilbride that the JWICS file came from Hetty.  The Admiral wants to know why she would send the names for two men and some random numbers.  It isn’t an urgent message, it is a top secret butt dial according to the Admiral.  He’s checked – the SCIF was closed months ago.  Callen thinks Hetty could have routed the JWICS through the SCIF but if she did that, why didn’t she identify herself the Admiral asks.  Maybe Hetty thinks JWICS is compromised according to Callen.  More being a pain in the ass according to Kilbride.  Callen wants to investigate the victims to see if there is anything there.  Since Hetty bailed Kilbride out with the Simon Williams case, Callen can investigate as long as he stays in his lane – stay away from the official investigations.

Fatima and Rountree show up at Hertel’s home, which is covered with police tape.  They start to work on a story to get involved with the case when they see Summer working the case.  She comes to see Rountree and Fatima, who think there is a connection between Hertel’s killing and an NCIS investigation into John Jenkins.   Summer starts asking questions and Rountree drops “national security”.  Since Rountree and Fatima can’t share their info on Jenkins, which is none other than Callen and Sam are investigating what Hetty sent, Summer can’t working with them.  When they can share, so can she.  Hertel is FBI – they’re working for one of their own.

At the park area, Callen learns from LAPD that all the cameras were down due to routine maintenance when Jenkins was walking his dog.  Callen also shares that Summer is working the Hertel case.  Sam thinks it was a robbery – no wallet, no keys, no phone and the killer took away the shell casings.  LAPD found half the phone in Rebel’s mouth.  Callen gives Shyla a call.  She has not found a link between Jenkins and Hertel yet. 

Looking into Jenkins, his start up tech company has one employee – Jenkins.  They haven’t created a product in the last five years.  Jenkins and his company have been doing very well, despite offering no products.  He’s likely laundering money.  Asked about family, Shyla tells Callen and Sam that Jenkins was adopted and his adopted parents are long dead.  Turning back to the crime scene, if the dog found one half of the phone, Sam would like to see if he could find the other half.

Back at the FBI crime scene, Rountree sees an older couple arrive and go right under the police tape.  Fatima is on the phone.  Rountree calls for Summer, who is a bit embarrassed.  She asks about the older couple – they are Hertel’s adopted parents.  An arriving Fatima, who was on the phone hears adopted and notes that Jenkins was also adopted.  Summer isn’t impressed until Fatima tells her both men were shot in the back of the head to make it look like a robbery.  Summer never told them how Hertel was killed.   NCIS is now part of the FBI crime scene.

Callen and Sam talk about Callen setting a date but Anna is giving him time to find Hetty.  Sam hopes this is the case that gets them to Hetty.  Callen doesn’t believe that.  If Hetty wanted to be found, Hetty would be found.  She would tell them where to find her.  Callen wants to get married and it is unfair to make Anna wait so long.  Sam is looking forward to his best man speech – he has a lot of wisdom to share.  Callen thinks he’s heard most of Sam’s wisdom but the wisdom is for Anna, who needs to know what she’s really getting herself into.  Callen is having second thoughts about Castor.  The dog finds the other part of the phone.

As the Admiral arrives in Ops, Shyla has an update about eight, 11 and 22.  Both Jenkins and Hertel went through the LA foster care system.  They are both single, in their 40’s and both had government jobs.  Hertel is with the FBI, Jenkins is an NSA Analyst.  He’s not in most common databases for the NSA.  Shyla learned about his NSA role through some friends in Washington.  Shyla is about to call this in to Callen and Sam but the Admiral wants her to way.  He needs her to pull some files instead. 

Hertel was watering his plants when his killer walked up behind him and fired one shot into his head.  There was no cartridges left behind, just like the Jenkins crime scene.  Summer apologizes for stonewalling NCIS.  Fatima says they would have likely done the same if the roles were reversed.  Summer doesn’t understand the connection between the two killings. 

Fatima gets a call from Shyla, who asks if Hertel has a birthmark on his back.  A little reluctantly, Fatima asks Summer to pull up Hertel’s shirt.  There is a rather large birthmark on his back.  The Admiral, with Shyla, wants her to call Callen.   When Callen answers, he starts a sit-rep for Shyla but the Admiral stops things.  Eight, 11 and 22 are people, not numbers.  Hertel and Jenkins were eight and 22 from the Drona Project, “your alma mater Agent Callen.”  Callen has a flashback to his time with Drona.

The Hertel-Jenkins cases are now joint FBI-NCIS investigations.  Shyla is told by Kilbride to share everything they have on the case except Hetty’s involvement.  Since Hetty’s involvement was speculation anyway, Shyla wasn’t going to share it.  With subjects eight and 22 accounted for, who is subject 11?  That is Leah Novak, who Callen contacted in the prior year.  Callen is trying to find Novak now.

Callen calls Leah who doesn’t want to talk to him.  She is walking through a really sketchy looking indoor parking lot.  There is a team of masked men following her.  Sam tries to get Leah to listen to him but the masked men open fire.  Shyla, who was monitoring the phone call is able to trace Leah’s location to a Mid-City parking garage. 

In the garage, Callen and Sam find an empty shopping bag with wrapped up money inside.  Callen sees a badly wounded Leah, who says “14” before losing consciousness.  

Returning to Ops, Fatima and Rountree are told by Shyla that Leah is in surgery.  With someone targeting Drona subject, Callen could be in danger.  Rountree disagrees – Hetty would have warned Callen in her JWICS communications if he was in trouble.  The Admiral arrives, warning Rountree not to read too much into anything Hetty does.  There is another Drona subject who may be danger – number 14.  The Admiral wants Shyla to cancel is flight to San Francisco to see his son.  As he leaves, Shyla tells Rountree and Fatima to go to the gadget area to study Jenkins’s phone.  When she knows who number 14 is, she’ll update them.

There was brass left behind at the Leah’s shooting which means she likely hit at least two of her assailants.  Callen found a go-bag in Leah’s car with water, MREs and a satellite phone.  She knew she was in danger.  Sam thinks the same of Jenkins – that’s likely why he tossed his phone.  Callen thinks Pembrook is behind the killings – Callen found him and is now cleaning up what’s left behind of Drona.

While Rountree is sweet talking Summer, Fatima is working on Jenkins’s phone.  Once in, Rountree is off his phone and working with Fatima.  The “DHRISHTADYUMNA” text message is the name of a Hindu warrior who killed his teacher Drona.  There are contacts in the phone – Hertel and Leah Novak are there.  So is an Anthony Beltran, a former Army Ranger turned history professor.   Fatima sends his address to Callen and Sam.

As Callen and Sam pull up outside of Beltran’s home, Beltran is putting a duffle bag into his trunk.  When Callen and Sam try to speak to Beltran, Beltran runs.  Callen makes things worse by yelling “federal agents” while Sam gets in his car to cut Beltran off.  Beltran starts shooting at Callen, who promises they are not there to hurt Beltran.  “Leah sent us.”  Beltran is talked into putting his gun down.  Callen introduces himself as Special Agent Grisha Callen, subject 17.  He assures Beltran he’s safe.

In the boat shed, Beltran is in interrogation while Callen and Sam in the main room.  The duffle bag in Beltran’s truck had MREs, cash, burner phones.  He also got the same text message sent to Jenkins before Jenkins was killed.  Callen wonders who sent the text message and Hetty earns a message.  Callen isn’t pleased – this is Hetty training an agent, people are being murdered. 

Shyla pops up on the screen.  There was one vehicle seen on security/traffic cams at the Jenkins/Hertel/Leah shootings.  Backtracking with Kaleidoscope, Shyla traced the vehicle to a building downtown. Rountree and Fatima are going to the building and Sam will meet them.  Callen wonders why he’s not going but Sam wants answers from Beltran.  Callen is the best person to get the answers.

Callen starts to question Beltran, who won’t sit on the wrong side of the table right away, wanting to stand instead.  Beltran eventually sits.  As an alibi, Beltran says he was home when Jenkins and Hertel were killed.  Callen asks about the text message.  Beltran was preparing a lesson – he teaches ancient history – and missed the message when it was sent.  Once he saw it, however, he called Leah.  Leah told him about Jenkins and Hertel.  Beltran put his phone in his garbage disposal, packed his things and was going to hit the road when Callen and Sam drove up. 

Beltran thought Callen and Sam were working for “him” – Howard Pembrook.  Beltran shows Callen scars on his arm from Pembrook’s abuse.   Jenkins, Hertel, Leah and Beltran started working together a year ago, after Callen told Leah about Pembrook.  They wanted to take him down with lawsuits.  There was talk about bringing Callen in but the men in the group were angry Callen lied to Leah.  Beltran believes Pembrook found out about them and now he’s having them killed.  Beltran wants to see Leah – they are “very close.”

With Summer’s FBI team 30-minutes out, Sam, Rountree and Fatima in tactical gear go into the downtown building.  The vehicle has not returned to the location.  This is their best chance to scope out the building.  Sam breaks down the door.  It is a warehouse with huge computer servers, a desk, file cabinets.  While Fatima and Shyla try to get into the server, Rountree finds a photo of Callen on the wall from when he was in Pembrook’s garden.

Callen shows Beltran the photo and explains he was trying to confront Pembrook about the past.  Pembrook was fine.  Beltran is interested in what was in the building where Sam, Fatima and Rountree are.  He’s also furious at Callen for going to see Pembrook.  Everything bad that’s happened started when Callen met Pembrook.  If this was true, Callen asks, why didn’t Pembrook go after him?  Beltran talks about the lawsuit being a bigger threat.  Castor appears – the doctor says Beltran can see Leah now.  In Leah’s room, she’s on a ventilator.  Beltran is holding Leah’s hand, saying Pembrook must pay.

As Fatima and Shyla get access to the server, the previously opened files pop up. There were files for black-ops missions in Crimea, Somalia and Brazil.  Pembrook is still in the game.  An audio file has Leah and Jenkins using their Drona numbers as they work on a mission.  They aren’t being targeted by Pembrook, they work for Pembrook.  Sam can’t contact Shyla to warn Callen – signal jammers knocked out the cell service.  Gunmen rush near Sam, Fatima and Rountree.  Gunfire is exchanged.  Fatima and Rountree are pinned down.

Sam is able to get Fatima and Rountree to a safer location – people are still shooting.  If they can hold out, the FBI could rescue them but Sam is more worried the FBI is walking into an ambush.  More gunfire is exchanged.  Sam takes out at least one of the shooter.

In Leah’s room, Callen gets a call from Shyla about the lost comms with Sam and company.  The Summer-led FBI team suddenly is unreachable too.  Callen is going to the building, Castor will take Beltran back to boat shed.  Beltran wants to stay with Leah.  He’s not worried about his safety, he just wants to be with her.  Callen realizes there were only three Drona subject numbers – eight, 11 and 22.  Hertel, Leah and Jenkins.  Beltran wasn’t on the list – he was never warned. 

Rountree is willing to create a diversion by running – but not in a show-offy way.  Fatima thinks he’ll get killed.  Sam assures them nobody is getting killed today.  He has a plan.

Callen has his weapon out and orders Beltran away from Leah.  Leah said 14 to Callen before losing consciousness – Beltran was 14.  Callen knocks on the door to get Castor in as back-up.  Beltran is impressed that Callen figured it all out but is more impressed with his own handy work when a Drona gunman, not Castor, walks into the hospital room.

Using some flashbangs, Sam, Fatima and Rountree move the people shooting them out of their secure locations.  Once they were seen, team NCIS shoot them.  Summer and the FBI arrive.  Sam finds the signal jammer and shuts it off, he’s quick to contact Callen.

Explaining that once again, Agent Castor is out cold, Beltran takes Callen’s gun.  Beltran doesn’t kill people who don’t deserve it – he didn’t have Castor killed, won’t kill Callen.  Callen notes that Beltran was going to kill Leah, who was in a coma in a hospital bed.  Beltran wasn’t going to kill her – she’s no longer a threat.  He just needed eyes on her to make sure.  Beltran says he and Callen are on the same side – they want to kill Pembrook.  Beltran’s partner has a sedative prepared for Callen – not going to kill Callen, just a long nap like Castor.  Callen hits the partner.  Beltran runs and after Callen gets the sedative in the leg, he runs after Beltran.  As Callen runs after Beltran, he has some Pembrook flashbacks before the sedative takes hold.  Callen is out cold and Beltran is gone.

Shyla updates Kilbride.  Callen and Castor are fine – it really was just a sedative.  Beltran and his partner are gone but the FBI are hunting them down.  Shyla also has Kilbride’s ride to the airport waiting outside of the office.  She doesn’t remember his order to cancel the flight.  Kilbride is not amused – he hired her because she never forgets anything.  She offers to cancel the flight but is non-refundable.  The Admiral hates wasting money, according to Shyla.  “Remind me to fire you when I get back.”  And the Admiral is off.

In the Armory, Fatima and Rountree are packing up their things.  Fatima asks about a story Summer started at breakfast.  Seems Rountree and Summer were having a lovely walk on the beach when the wind kicked up.  Summer’s hat went flying and Rountree went flying after it.  As he was catching up, he destroyed a kid’s sandcastle.  He got the hat back and then spent an hour helping the kid rebuild the castle.  Fatima thinks Rountree really likes Summer.  He admits he does but realizes he’s late for dinner with Summer.  He races away.

Callen is at the back balcony in the boat shed when Sam arrives.  Callen said had Beltran and he let Beltran get away.  And maybe he did it because he wants Beltran to kill Pembrook.  But if Beltran kills anyone else, well, Callen knows that’s his fault.  Sam thinks they need to find Beltran and Pembrook.  Callen wants to know how Hetty knew the Drona subjects were being targeted.  “Add it to the list,” Sam replies.  Callen is going for a drink with Castor.  Sam notes that it is the second time Castor got knocked out and lost his gun – maybe Castor shouldn’t be trusted with the wedding ring.   Callen tells Best Man Sam to knock it off.

What head canon can be formed from here:   So done with the Drona/Callen’s childhood storyline.  The program has a handful of episode left and this one and one down the road eat up valuable time with this tedious storyline.  And the episode down the road – where I will be screeching about retconning Pembrook – could have been used for more of Rountree’s history beside his sister, more of Fatima’s history period, more of Sam with Raymond, Kensi’s mom’s with Rosa.  There were other “personal history” episodes besides this nonsense.

As for the episode itself, it was really well done, if a bit talky, for a set-up episode for what comes in episode 19.  It was all about Pembrook without Pembrook physically in the episode (flashbacks don’t count).  It is still up in the air if Beltran, Leah, Jenkins and Hertel are villains or victims.  Beltran is a mess – no issue with killing Leah, Jenkins and Hertel but knockout syringes for Callen and poor Agent Castor.  The Drona drama is such a mess.

Episode number:   Episode number 16 in season 14.  This is the 318th episode overall.

[rachiecrownmain]

(more) Fallen Star AU

They had an... interesting first meeting.

[daisychainsandbowties]

started to actually have time to write star wars au again. i had random pieces, maybe a little less than 3k on monday & now it just hit 10k which is nice but ava please shut up

[piratekane]

The next time Ava dies, the sky is purple.

She’s seen mountain peaks disappear into the sky. She’s seen rivers stain red rock like dark blood. She’s chased sunrises high into the sky and fallen with them until the stars shined overhead.

She’s seen millions of things she never thought she’d see before; things she only dreamed about when the world was nothing but a water stain on a dingy ceiling.

But none of them are this: Beatrice, hair down around her shoulders, the wind licking at the ends; Bea, knees pressed into the grass around them, the inside of her thighs pressed to the outside of Ava’s; Bea, smiling with her face turned up to the purple-pink sky; Bea, dropping her fingers to the center of Ava’s chest and walking them one fingertip at a time up the line of her throat as they curl around her chin, pulling Ava’s attention back as if she ever lost it.

“You’re beautiful,” she says without meaning to, breathing it out in a sigh. Bea’s eyes drop to the point where their bodies meet, where Bea’s hips press to Ava’s. Ava pushes up on her elbows and Bea’s fingers drift from her skin like a whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ava,” Bea chides gently.

Ava shakes her head. She presses her hand insistently against Bea’s thigh. Hear me. Believe me, she thinks in time to her heart. But thunder rumbles back at her and her heart starts to sink in her chest like the evening sun.

“One day, we’ll have this,” Bea whispers as she leans closer, her hair a curtain around them. Purple sky leaks in. “You just need to come back to me.”

She wants to cry out. I’m trying. I’m trying. But the words and tears catch in her throat and when she closes her eyes to scream, she opens them a moment later to find herself alone. Her skin is warm, as if someone was just touching it. Her insides burn for air but she holds her breath until her lungs stop screaming Bea’s name.

She’s alone. She doesn’t know how long she’s been like this, living in some space where the one thing she loves haunts her like an organ playing to an empty church. But each night she breathes in the purple sky and dreams of Beatrice there, holding her hand, whispering the I love you she never heard, and hoping this time, Death comes for her and holds her until Bea finds them both.

[avas-snazzical-corner]

✩ SELFSHIPTOBER ‘24 ✩ DAY 2 - BLANKET

A/N: Ta-da! Here's day 2 of Selfshiptober! No TWs for this one, just some cute fluff for today! Can't say the same about day 3....but you'll have to wait and see for that one 👀

But anyway, enjoy the writing!

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With the weather outside growing more chilly with every passing day, Ava found herself staying inside a lot more. As much as she loved the fall, it got a little too cold for her liking during the evenings. So, she had no complaints with staying inside. Inside, she was all nice and cozy, snuggled up on the couch, book in hand, a mug of warm tea on the coffee table, and a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. This was the life of luxury if she’d ever seen it. She felt comfy and warm nestled in her blanket. Though, she knew it’d be a lot better if Edward were here sharing the warmth with her.

The house was a lot quieter now with the German in question choosing to spend his time tending to his many studies in his lab. “The duties of a scientist are never truly done.” He’d told her, just before he disappeared around the corner. The German had invited her to stick around if she wanted to, but she had declined under the guise of not wanting to distract him. And lord knows she distracted him a LOT. She wanted him to indulge himself a little without her presence. Either way, Edward was happy with his endless scientific studies, and Ava got some peace and quiet to enjoy some reading time all to herself.

Of course, she went to check on him periodically, bringing him snacks or water to help him concentrate, which he was of course thankful for, but for most of the evening, she simply left him be.

As evening dragged on, darkening into night, Ava eventually found a good stopping point in her book, setting it down on the coffee table. She looked up and out the nearby window to see the near pitch black sky, speckled with dozens of tiny stars outside. She then glanced at the clock. It was a little close to 10:00. Surely Edward would be out by now..

Ava stood up, shaking her voluminous wings out, blanket still draped over her. She gingerly made her way down the hallway, her footsteps light and careful as she rounded the corner, stopping just outside of Edward’s lab. The door was slightly ajar, but the winged girl didn’t hear any noise coming from inside. Now, she was getting worried. As she nudged the door open further, wearily peering in, she saw her love slumped over his desk, not moving. Raising a brow in worried curiosity, she tiptoed across the floor to his side, and her eyes widened at what she saw.

Her expression softened into a warm smile.

Edward had his head down on his work desk, laid atop one of his many blueprints, eyes closed, hand still holding a pencil. Ava sighed quietly in relief. Poor guy must have worked himself to sleep. Part of her wasn’t surprised. Aww, he looks so peaceful.. She thought, fondly smiling. Given it was already pretty late, she decided not to wake him. Instead, she slid her blanket off her shoulders, and gently wrapped it around his. She made sure it fully covered him before another idea popped into her head. Rushing out of the lab, she returned a few moments later on swift wings, landing silently by her beloved’s side once more. In her hands was none other than Fredrich, Edward’s teddy bear. As if she were handling fragile cargo, she slid the small bear securely into the German’s arms, being extra careful to not wake him. Luckily, she didn’t. Smiling once more, she placed a tender, chaste kiss on his temple. “Sweet dreams, my love,” She whispered. She backed away, making sure to turn the lights off as she left, leaving him to get his much deserved rest.

The next morning, Edward’s eyes slowly opened, blinking in the dim light of..his lab? He lifted his head, now half awake and very confused. Had he fallen asleep at his desk? He pushed his hair out of his eyes, looking down to see that Fredrich was suddenly in his hands. “Well, how did you get here, alter Freund?” He asked the bear, like the toy would give him the answer. How had he gotten there? He thought. Why is there a blanket on my back? Why was- His train of thought paused. Realization dawned on him. He relaxed in his seat. “Ah, of course..” He glanced down at Fredrich once more. The answer was obvious now. Ava had been here. Edward chuckled quietly. “That girl..what am I ever to do with her?” He sighed. The exact answer to that question, he wasn’t sure. But as he sat there, his eyes fixed on the worn teddy bear in his hands, he knew he was sure of one thing.

He was pretty damn lucky to have her around.

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A/N: The fluff, it consumes me /lh I hope you guys enjoyed the little drabble for today!

Stay tuned for day 3, where things won't be as fluffy... 👀

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!