#besides avas demon

[youngmoviemaker]

Grappling hook to the eye!

[brights-place]

Ngl i never knew you wrote for my inner demons

Could I request a pierce x daemon reader who was like on earth before he and his friends got there they kinda just live next to ava

He been kinda my favorite besides Rhys

Pierce X Daemos! Reader

Pairings: Pierce X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cussing, Fight scene, Pierce saying 'yes' A/N: *clears throat* AHEM AHEM! *clears throat again* Yes - Pierce doesn't speak much and it was known it was always hard to get him to speak up. - Noi though would bother pierce sometimes which worked but Noi would ask pierce if he had stories and would tell some when the others weren't around about him and his right hand when they fought in the battlefield - The both of them unstoppable with eachother as Noi would stare with sparly eyes at the blank faced pierce who explained a battle and how the both of them killed most of the defiers of Asch - Noi would ask Pierce questions yet when Noi asked if Pierce missed ‘his partner’ Pierce would say it was weak that he still would care for his dead partner - Noi frowned nodding listening to him as he said that they had to go now and check on Ava

- Pierce and the other daemos creature when they first went to ava's place smelled something familiar a scent of a fellow daemos but they didn't know where - The five of them wanted to investigate it but needed to follow the spirit - They forgot about the scent entirely after a few days and ere adapting with 'Eauarthhhh' - That was until the five of them saw you enter ava's apartment calling out to the girl "Ava wass up girlieeee- What the fuck" Your eyes were wide as they were still in their Daemos clothes as you were hit off the scent of magic and daemos blood as You paled the five of them standing up straight taking out their weapons - Asch eyes widened as leif spoke up "What the hell..." nearly dropping his sickles when recognizing the famillar face of the so called 'Human' - Soon ava came out of her room "(NAME)!" Y/n held eye contact with pierce the whole time as Y/N gave a shaky smiled "I'll come back another time... yeah yeah" - The five of them shared an stared before Asch tried to demand answers to ava who was confused until Rhys spoke up "That Human is-" Rhys got cut off by Pierce "Daemos..." - Ava was confused and denied it saying that you were like any other person - Everytime you tried to visit you felt like you were being watched which you were by the daemos men but mostly Pierce - You were obviously always try hiding beside Ava even though you were taller then her but it was awkward when maintaing eyecontact mostly with pierce - Ava asked pierce to hand you some treats that she made when she larnt how to bake to try do new hobbies so she made cookies and sent pierce off! - Pierce knocked on your door as you stared at him confused "oh- uhm pierce hello!" You welcomed him in with an awkward smile - He kept silent staring you down once he entered and sat on the couch while he sat on the one infront of you quietly - You were freaking the fuck out as he spoke up "You are one of us" you started to freak out more denying everything as he walked over and bent down to your height and held out his sword "How did you get to this place before us?" He questioned as you were waving your hands around telling him to stop - You decided to kick his chest as he was pushed away by the force

- nobody could move general pierce so when he saw you push him away with great strength his gaze hardened "You think I wouldn't have recognized my right hand?" Pierce stated as You looked away as you slowly sighed raising your hands and showing your f/c horns well horn your left horn was damaged and some part was cut off - "Pierce just listen" You started before he darted towards you with his sword "You have betrayed the prince it is my duty to eliminate all betrayers and enemies even if we were close" "I didn't betray you! you fucking left me out on the field!" "We thought you were dead" "WHO THE FUCK LEAVES THEIR PARTNER OUT ON THE FIELD?! WITHOUT CHECKING!" You shouted summoning a bladed fan weapon in both your hands taking a stance. - Your fans were coloured with f/cs and had elaborate patterns that glowed slightly as your horns and eyes glowed with pierces horns and eyes glowed in return

- Pierce glaring at you in return as you flicked your wrists as the fan slowly started to summon razor sharp projectiles to pierce who dodged them and hopped around your apartment the both of you shouting at each other well more like you shouting at him while he was slowly losing his patience - You quickly kick away from his attacks, and as he approaches again, you send your fan flying towards him. He raises his sword to block the attack, but the projectile manages to slip through his defense, scoring a direct hit. The razor sharp projectiles continue to fly through the air, which Pierce is able to dodge, but they still manage to cause several cuts. - "Pierce listen to me ACK- WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU AIM FOR MY NECK ASSHOLE?! I GET YOU LIKED MARKING ME BUT NOT WITH YOUR SWORD- HOLY SHIT WAIT!" You start to shout as he charges forward with his sword before pinning you against the floor the cookies ava got you long gone and probably fucking ruined - "Good job you win... You gonna kill me by hand" You glared at pierce as you stared at your former lover "This is the most I ever got you to speak" You snickered as he hardened his grip onto his sword "Do it" "Don't rush me" You glared up at him as you slightly made eye contact with him eyes softening - You stared at him as he slowly loosened his touch on his sword and laid his head onto your shoulder gripping onto you - As you froze for a moment before you clinged onto him tightly sobbing loudly as he kept quiet only shedding a singular tear as he held onto you in return Im so not sorry for this - Bright

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[theworldofotps]

Day at The Park

The Demon Dad series, follows Bálor as he navigates parenthood. Description: Y/n and Finn want to take their baby to the park for some enrichment, Bálor thinks it's silly. Masterlist

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Demon Dad tag list: @slutfortheeclaymore __________ As Y/n pushed the stroller through the gates of the park, the autumn sunbathed the playground in a golden light. It was a perfect day to be out calm, cool, and filled with the sounds of kids laughing and playing. Finn walked beside her, his hand resting protectively on her back as they made their way toward an open grassy area where some mothers and their babies sat on blankets. The three of them bundled up to keep the chill away.

Their daughter, a bright-eyed little thing with tufts of dark hair, cooed softly from her seat. She kicked her legs excitedly, as if sensing the adventure ahead. Y/n smiled, her heart warm and content carefully lifted her from the stroller. Laying her down on the thick blanket Finn laid out. Her legs and arms stretched out in front of her as she kicked around some more.

"This is going to be good for her, getting some fresh air while being around other babies. She’ll make some friends hopefully."

Y/n said as she sat down on the blanket next to their daughter. Finn gave her a lopsided grin, but suddenly his eyes flashed with something darker. She knew that look all too well, his expression changed subtly, his posture stiffened and the air around them felt thicker, more charged.

"Friends?" Came the deep, guttural voice of Bálor who made a surprise appearance. His eyes darkened, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"She's six months old, Y/n the child has the IQ of a carrot. What exactly do you think she'll be doing here? Discussing philosophy with the other drooling infants?"

Y/n shot him a look, both exasperated and amused. She had grown used to Bálor's gruff, often sarcastic remarks especially when it came to things their daughter was doing.

“She’s here to be around other babies, Bálor. It’s good for her development. Not everything is about brains at this age, you know. Social interaction matters too.”

Bálor scoffed, folding his arms as he glanced around the park with mild disdain.

“Social interaction? She barely knows her own hand from her foot. She’s more interested in that teething toy you keep shoving at her face than any of these so-called friends.” He motioned to the group of babies nearby, wriggling on their blankets like worms. Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

“Not everything is as grim as you make it out to be babe. She’s learning. Babies learn from watching and imitating others; you'd know this if you read those parenting books that Finn keeps telling you about.”

Bálor stared at her for a long moment before sighing dramatically.

“I'm the king of the underworld I don't have the time nor the desire to read parenting books. However, if this is what you two want fine, but don’t come crying to me when she spends the next hour gnawing on a block instead of making your 'friends.'”

He leaned down to peer at the baby, his voice lowering to a growl.

“You’re lucky your mom is a babe and your dad likes you.”

The baby, oblivious to the demon within her father, let out a happy squeal and grabbed at his face, her tiny fingers just brushing his nose. Bálor's scowl softened, and for a brief second, Y/n saw Finn breaking through the demon's mask, the tenderness in his eyes returning.

"See?"

Y/n grinned, nudging him with her elbow.

"She’s already charming you we aren't fooled by that tough behavior."

Bálor huffed, rubbing his nose where her tiny fingers had poked him.

"She's got a long way to go."

He muttered, but the faintest trace of a smile flickered on his lips as they continued watching their daughter.

[xoxoskai]

Before anything else, I want to make it abundantly clear that these are all speculations.

I have taken whatever I could from the books and little hints and crumbs and come up with this theory and in no way does it reflect what will really be in the book.

Before I present my theory as to who the White Mask is, I want to cover who it isn't.

1. Vaughn Morozov

For everyone who doesn't know who Vaughn is, he's Kirill and Sasha's son and was, until recently, prime suspect #1 but Rina confirmed he will not be a part of Legacy of Gods so that essentially votes him out of this immediately.

2. Remington Astor

Before I started reading this series and had only heard of the White Mask, my first immediate guess went to the most unsuspecting person, Remi. Simply because no one would expect that from him and also because chances were that my man had more demons in his closet than he was letting on (like his Dad). However, he is not getting a book and the White Mask mystery is too good to not be revealed in a book which made me rule him out (sorrows and prayers, RemiAri you will always be famous)

3. Eli King

First of all, why would a 26 y/o participate in a passtime game of tag with college students? He's preparing to inherit an entire kingdom and I can't see him chasing people around for shits and giggles or for a more bloodthirsty reason. He simply does not have the time for it. Besides, even if he's not part of the Elites, he's dedicated to the entire united front that the Kings love to showcase which he won't betray just to satisfy his bloodlust (he might have other methods for it that does not require him to join the Heathens).

Which brings me to my prime suspect,

Ava Nash

Over the course of the first three books (Legacy of; Malice, Pain and Wrath), there were a lot of things that were said about Ava or in connection to her that hinted on something far more than simply words tossed to the wind.

(I will be referencing all of them and going forward will refer to the White Mask as WM)

I think the first, most obvious conclusion most people made was that the White Masked Heathen could be a girl. While the four known Heathens are all described as tall and muscular, it was specifically mentioned that WM was leaner.

(God of Wrath, Chapter 1, pg. 10)

Comes and goes as they please.

(God of Malice, Chapter 19, pg. 1)

Cherry could seduce the guards but not WM.

(God of Malice, Chapter 38, pg. 13)

Choice of weapon: Chains.

I always found this the most interesting because Killian, Jeremy and Nikolai rely on their strengths to wield their weapons whether it's a bat or a golf club or bare fists. It takes a considerable amount of power to swing those and inflict enough damage and pain.

But chains are easier to maneuver if you do not possess the actual strength to physically overpower your opponent. They can be swung at someone, used to disarm them or trip people or effectively cut air supply without exerting too much energy.

(God of Wrath, Chapter 1, pg. 9; God of Malice, Chapter 16, pg. 2)

Yes, I hear you. All of this is nice and good and obvious but where does Ava fit in?

Remember when Ava Nash took a shot for having done illegal things but not elaborating? There is so much more to her than what meets the eye.

Time and again, Ava has displayed tendencies that depict that violence does not bother that. That she finds it fun.

God of Malice, Chapter 7, pg. 2; God of Wrath, Chapter 4, pg. 8; God of Pain, Chapter 5, pg. 3; God of Wrath, Epilogue 2, pg. 1; God of Wrath, Chapter 25, pg. 2 God of Wrath, Chapter 25, pg. 2

Most Heathens: Jeremy, Killian and Nikolai partake in the brutal initiation to satiate their bloodlust of some sort. While Ava might not necessarily have the same level of thirst for violence as them, she is definitely a rule-breaker, loves treading the line between what is allowed and what isn't and has the most inside knowledge about the Heathens, something I will discuss in more detail soon.

If it's not obvious enough still,

Rina Kent does not like going with the obvious. She loves surprises and plot twists and I love getting surprised and having my mind blown.

Ava finds the entire concept of the initiation "fun" when mostly everyone outside of the Heathens has expressed distaste.

The reason I brought up WM's weapon of choice is because it was fascinating to me how Rina didn't go the conventional way of making Ava a pianist or a violinist which are usually what music majors in fiction pursue. She's a cellist. So, she probably has experience lugging her instrument to and from places. It speaks of considerable strength that she probably has carrying an instrument that weighs roughly 5-7 pounds around the campus daily, for years.

Every LoG book so far has been a Heathen X REU pairing.

Killian Carson X Glyndon King

Annika Volkov X Creighton King

Jeremy Volkov X Cecily Knight

Mia Sokolov X Landon King

Nikolai Sokolov X Brandon King

And lastly, Ava Nash X Eli King.

MORE STUFF SOON<3

[duxwriter]

Pardon my mini theory time, I am very interested in others thoughts on this

I was re-reading Ava's demon (check it out if you haven't) and came across these

I never noticed this till now, but notice the makeup Wrathia is wearing in each panel shes in

Pink and blue, the colors of Nevy

None/if any, muted, close to natural

Purple, the color of Pedri

Now, idea here

In every panel, it related to her relationship at the time

The pink and blue (Nevy's horns and skin) are also paired with a blue colored fabric top(similar, Nevy wears a lot of blue and Pedri does purples/pinks in the first image, but also note, he has on red in his hair, which might be a hair tie (so possibly it means he has feelings for Wrathia at the same time))

There are also pink nails

The second one, she takes on the colors of the being beside her (possibly an ex lover or simply just a toy(?) Servant(?)

(also note in this, Pedri is not wearing pink, but only purple tones, maybe indicating he no longer had feelings towards Nevy)

In the final image, she has purple makeup and ribbon, maybe indicating some what if a wall(?) with her feelings towards Pedri (Pedri is also wearing red in this image, more items with red than the pink with Nevy)

This is paired with how different it is towards Nevy, who got nails, makeup, and clothes to match her, but Pedri only got a ribbon and makeup

I'd also like to note, that in the same chapter, we see Wrathia in purple clothes and painting her nails purple

Which might mean all feelings for Nevy are gone, and replaced with only Pedri (which one thinks is obvious because she married and had a kid with him, tho it's theorized she gave Nevy the egg to hide)

Also in these, Wrathia starts in pink and red

We see Nevy in red

But eventually the two revert to their original colors, red and blue separate (I say blue, because Gil is blue, everything in Nevy's surroundings is blue when with gil or her realm, she wears a lot of blue rather than pink)

Both colors together make purple

Conclusion? None really, I just wanted to point this out because it was interesting to see with colors and the possibility they relate to the characters relationships

(this also happens with normal couples(?) who take on traits of one another, including wearing a favorite color of one another)

Then again this might have just been color choices, but either way it was fun to find

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Fifty-Two

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues, conspiracy theories.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: So, being so close to the finishing Roses, its getting so much of my mindddd, and focus, I apologize to all my Demon Verse followers! I am still writing and it will get finished... there are plans, I promise! But I'm just going to keep updating Roses until I'm done!

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“You’ve been acting weird all morning, what is with you?”

Talia glanced over at Ava as she pulled her car into the driveway, as she pulled the brake and stopped the car. Ava had, she’d been weird all morning, right down to the fact she’d insisted that she not drop her back home with Vinny but to come over to hers for more girl time. She wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon together. While that wasn’t unusual on its own, it was the fact that she was just so insistent without any reason, especially after spending the entire morning together. Usually there was a reason, sure there was just hanging out, but they still both had so much to do, Ava had even received a shipping alert while they were out. She would no doubt have more to unpack when she got home, something that would any other day have her in a tizzy, still, she insisted on coming home with Talia, it was so strange.

“Really, is it so wrong that I want to spend the afternoon with you?”

Looking at her, her eyes narrowing for a second,

“It wouldn’t be, if you hadn’t been so strange already all day, I know you, I know when you are being weird, and you are being weird.”

Climbing out of the car, it was still Ricky’s but considering they were all moving in together, he was insisting it was pretty much Talia’s now. Told her that considering how often they were on tour, her getting another car, and this one sitting here unused, it would go to waste, so this way, it would be better for everyone. They could both use it while he was home, and they also had Chris’ car as well. A two car household was perfect overall, and that was just fine by her. 

Talia shook her head before walking up towards the house with Ava following along beside her. At least they were both nice, and refreshed now, after their time at the spa. Just as they were approaching the front door, Vinny’s car was pulling up in the drive next to Rick’s, and they turned to see Vinny and Ricky both climb out of the machine. Talia smiled, watching them as she leaned her shoulder against the front stoop while they waited for them for a moment, both of them laughing about something. 

“What have you two been up to this morning?”

How could she resist asking as Ricky made his way up the path, as he made his way to her though, she didn’t resist to reach for him arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him closer to her. There was no hesitation as she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, lightly with a smile.

“Just some gaming, happily kicking Vin’s ass.”

“Oh bull, there was no way you did any ass kicking. You suck, stick to writing and videos.”

Talia glanced over to see Ava’s arms draped over Vinny’s shoulders and grinned, it was good to see them happy. Not to mention being at here the last couple of weeks had certainly taken the pressure off her mind that she might be getting in the way. No matter how much she told herself she wasn’t, that they told her she wasn’t, it always niggled at her. Had helped when she started dating herself if she was honest.

Laughing, 

“Well, since Ava is insisting on hanging out for the afternoon, if you two don’t have anything planned, you could join us?”

Smiling as Ricky’s arm squeezed around her waist a little, feeling him tug her closer.

“We’d love too.”

Heading inside, both Ricky and Talia, however, completely missed the glance between Vinny and Ava behind them as they let themselves into the house.

Ricky unlocked the front door, the first day that Talia had moved into the house, Chris had immediately gone out to get a set of keys cut for her so she wouldn’t feel like she didn’t belong there. He knew how she was, they both knew it, so it made sense that she should have a set first thing, it was her home now after all. Ricky technically still had his from when he had been living with him temporarily, Chris had never asked for them back. When he had moved back to his place, Rick had asked if he wanted them back, and Chris had just given him this look as if he was stupid. Then, Chris leaned into him, and brought his lips to his for a long, drawn out kiss.

“Don’t be an idiot, come over any time. My place is always yours.”

So, he had. He got it now. Now it was their place, for all three of them.

Leading them inside towards the living area, figuring they could probably just watch a movie, probably get something delivered for lunch while they hung out. As they made it into the house, however, it was when they made to the lounge that Ricky was surprised by multiple people.

Happy ‘BELATED’ Birthday

A few of his family, the band, the crew, a few people he didn’t know who they were until Talia let out a surprised gasp. “Jordan, Kyle!”

And then they made sense, too! Next thing he knew, Chris was wrapped around Ricky in a tight hug, and Rick sighed as Chris laughed after a moment as he pulled back, grinning.

“I couldn’t just forget it, even with everything that's happened, plus all the more reason to meet Talia’s friends, ya know?”

Shaking his head, and have another party. Chris had been wanting a reason to celebrate everything that had been happening for weeks, yet with the fact that they couldn’t really tell everyone the complete truth about their soulmate marks. It made a lot of things around their bond difficult. Here they were, Chris had found a way to celebrate just the same, even getting both their families involved, of a fashion. 

“You better have said no gifts.”

Hearing Chris laugh, he knew him.

“Don’t worry, I said no gifts, so if anyone got anything, it’s not because of me, I absolutely swear.”

With that, he gave him a simple quick kiss, and Ricky smiled against his lips. He knew Chris meant it, but it wasn’t like he could have stopped people from bringing presents, knowing half of their friends, they’d bring something. He could only hope it was something like food, rather than presents, or, well, something for the house. Most of them knew they were all moving in together after all, though, this was at minimum two houses into one, so, they didn’t need anything, at all, so anything they brought they likely had two of already. 

Still, as Ricky ended up with Chris’ arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, he smiled, watching Talia talking excitedly with her friends that she’d missed. Rick only knew which was Kyle and Jordan from the Skype calls to ‘meet’ them with her over the past weeks. Jordan had insisted that he vet them to make sure that they were suitable, and Ricky couldn’t blame him after how shitty everything had started, he was protective. He would have been protective of Chris, too, finally meeting someone after everything that happened with his soulmate problems, if he hadn’t known exactly what was happening here.

Seeing her so happy to see them, that, was the perfect gift, if no other. 

Chris was so happy that the party was going well, everyone was mingling and having a grand time, talking, laughing together. Excusing himself for a second from a chat for a moment, he slipped over to the tables to go grab another soda when he found Talia by the desserts and smirking at one of the ones she was picking up. Moving over to her, he nudged her gently before nodding towards Ricky with a tip of his head at the dessert, only to get a giggle from her… they had been talking about it, and it was perfect. When she nodded in agreement, he winked, now was just the time.

Walking over towards him, the small cake in Talia’s hand on one side of the guitarist, Chris swung his arm around Ricky’s shoulder on the other.

“Ricky, oh, Ricky… You know, JellyBean and I have noticed something, we both have nicknames, but you don’t. We just don’t think that’s fair of us, and don’t want you to feel left out, so-”

“Babe, I don’t feel-”

“Hold on, hold on, hear me out, we have just the one, Cupcake!”

Chris grinned as Talia shoved the little buttercream frosted cupcake into Ricky’s mouth, smearing the little icing across his lips a little bit as she shoved it in with a giggle before she kissed him with his muffled protest. He really didn’t get to say much at all, chewing quickly trying to get the small cake down to get his argument out as Chris leaned in next and planted a peck on his cheek at least.

“Come on Cupcake, you know you love it, so sweet.”

Squeezing Ricky around his shoulders, before the smaller man was trying to smack them both as they both laughed wildly as he finished choking down the cake.

“That’s it, you two are asking for it!”

By the time the party had wound down, Ricky wasn’t disappointed in any of the party at all, he’d had a fantastic time, even when the two had gotten their joke in with the cupcake. Honestly, he was curious how long that nickname would hold on for, knowing those two, knowing Chris, maybe awhile. If it ended up on the message boards though, he was going to kill him, mark his words. Maybe he should warn Talia a little about JellyBean, and Spookie, but so far, it had only been personal names, so they were probably okay when it came to their fans. 

While most of their friends had left, and they were starting to clean up, Talia came over,

“Rick, I’m about to drive Jordan and Kyle back to their hotel, I’ll see you when I get back, Chris said there is some leftover pizza for dinner, don’t eat it all on me okay?”

Chuckling as he leaned to kiss her, assuring her with the gesture that he wouldn’t ever dare, he felt stuffed enough from what he’d eaten at the party anyway. If he ate any more he’d probably explode… then again, it was pizza. No, no, they could at least wait until she got home. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sweetheart, I’m just going to be cleaning. Drive safe. Can’t wait to see them for brunch tomorrow.”

It had been good to find out that while Chris had used the party to get them out here, they were going to be staying for a bit of a vacation, a week. So, the five of them were going out for brunch tomorrow, to take some time to enjoy a bit quieter than today had been. Ricky was really looked forward to it. 

Tonight, though, as Talia left, Ricky kept cleaning, and awhile later Chris found him in the living room,

“Did you have fun today, Cupcake?”

Smirking as he looked over at Chris, Ricky couldn’t help but roll his eyes, just a little,

“Yea, Spookie, I did.”

Chris laughed and walked his way over to him reaching for the plates and cups he was picking up in his hands and setting them down on the coffee table before reaching for his waist and pulling him close.

“You promise.. It wasn’t too much?”

Leaning up he pulled Chris down into a kiss humming against his lips happily, his lips curving into a smile at how wonderful it felt in his arms. He couldn’t think of a better way to en-

FUCK-

A fiery, searing white-hot pain ran through his entire body staring directly at his neck. His whole body jolted like he’d been taken over as a marionette, holy shit. His eyes flew open as he pulled back from Chris, looking up at his equally completely horrified face, and he knew instantly he had felt it too.

“Call 9-1-1.”

Something had happened to Talia.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Have you ever thought "What if the CW's Supernatural was about Meg Ruby and Ava?" Well. you have now. Since we're all on the same page, read the first two chapters of my Meg Ava Ruby fic, By Any Other Name. To be clear this is like a behind the scenes canon divergence not like, them taking on the roles of team free will. Here is a snippet:

"Your girl Ava, she believe in something?"  Intel never hurts. Besides, she is genuinely curious. What's got Azazel's number one gal barking up another skirt? 

"My girl," Meg's pride is obvious. One of those sins Ruby never really saw the big problem with. Along with gluttony, lust, sloth, envy, disrespect...it just doesn't strike her as all that fair. Then again, she is a demon. When's anything fair? "Ava believes, alright." 

"...anything you tell her?" 

Maybe Meg's just looking to brag about a skilled manipulation. Ruby kinda wants to brag about winding Sam up, but she can't talk too far into the plan. Better for Meg to believe she's a loser, even if it rankles. 

"No," Meg says, drawn out, teasing, then she skips a few steps ahead and spins around on her toes. There's an energy in her Ruby hasn't seen before, not in all their years side by side on the racks. Not that there's much cause for conversation down there. If you're caught slacking you might just end up back under the knife yourself, to be shown how it's done. That's why it's hard to trust a demon. The only thing that unites them is that they're all so fucking scared. 

"Spit it out, then."  "She believes in me."

Ruby laughs again, hysterical, unstoppable, cruel. She clocks the hurt on Meg's face before she shields it again, and that's even funnier. Meg thinks they're the same, and she's right, where it counts. That's how Ruby can gasp out, with perfect, unholy honesty: 

"You? You're nothing!"

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[scoobydoodean]

Thinking about 4.11 “Family Remains” and how Dean keeps insisting to Brian (the dad) that he will save Brian’s family—that he will put himself at risk for them and he will find Danny.

Eventually, Brian asks Dean straight up why he cares so much—why he's willing to put himself at such risk for them. Dean doesn’t get to answer.

We know from the start of the episode that Dean has been hunting non-stop to cope with his trauma. That's made pretty obvious at the beginning of the episode:

SAM: What are you doing? DEAN: What's it look like I'm doing? SAM: Like you're looking for a job. DEAN: Yahtzee. SAM: We just finished a job like two hours ago. DEAN: Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town? SAM: I am all for working. I really am. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep. DEAN: Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead. SAM: You're exhausted, Dean. DEAN: I'm good. SAM: No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever. DEAN: And what am I running from? SAM: From what you told me. Or are we pretending that never happened?

We've seen this behavior from Sam before too—Sam pushing back to back hunts in 1.19-1.20 to cope with his anger, and in 2.11 (due to guilt over Ava) and in 2.19 to deal with Madison's death, and in 3.11 to deal with Dean's (temporary) death. We'll see it in the future too—the brothers displaying a need to work to get through something.

So it’s easy to say Dean is simply pushing himself to "be the hero" in 4.11 because of guilt about Hell and leave it at that. I do think Dean believes in atonement (we get hints about this in 4.05), but I think the reason Dean insists on being the person to jump down in the first hole they find instead of Ted, and then insists on going down the second compartment to find Danny when Brian is ready to do it, is also because Dean has a feeling they're going to have to kill this girl, and however scary she may be—however violent—she's also a victim of horrific abuse, and taking a life is always a serious thing. So Dean's trying to spare Brian from that trauma.

Dean doesn’t want Brian to have to take a life and (no matter how justified the kill) feel like a monster. Dean already does feel like a monster (no matter how justified his actions were, no matter how understandable it was because it was born from decades of torture... he still feels and deals with terrible guilt). So Dean takes on the highest risks and puts himself on the front line, upping the chance that if anyone has to do any killing tonight, it'll be him.

Dean does end up killing the boy in the walls in self defense, and the camera focuses on Dean staring at his body as Sam enters, while a sad theme plays in the background, and then we get this look from Dean:

This is the first time in the series that either brother kills a human (besides a demon meatsuit) and a teenager at that, so there's a special weight to it.

But Brian still ends up killing the girl in the walls immediately after this, and that scene is one of the more horrifying ones, because it's shot in a way that casts Brian as the monster lurking in the dark.

Earlier in the episode, we establish the horror of the anticipation of having ones legs grabbed.

DEAN finds a hole in the floor and looks through. TED: You're not going down there. DEAN: Well, do you want to? TED says nothing. DEAN starts down. DEAN: Please nobody grab my leg. Please nobody grab my leg.

And when Brian attacks the girl in the walls, from the perspective of his wife Susan and his daughter Kate, all we see is the girl suddenly get dragged out into the dark by the legs.

Then we focus on Susan and Kate as they listen in terror to the sound of her screaming as she's stabbed over and over and over.

When Brian knocks on the door they jump and scream.

After Susan opens the door for Brian, she backs away from him almost warily.

They see the knife—the blood on his hands and clothes.

Brian saved them, but he's shot as the monster who reaches out and grabs you by the legs. We cast the girl in the walls as a smaller monster (ultimately just a child who can easily be overpowered) snatched up in the jaws of a much bigger fish. All despite the fact that Brian did what he had to do.

SAM: You okay? DEAN: You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there. Lifelong torture turns you into something like that. SAM: You were in hell, Dean. Look, maybe you did what you did there, but you're not them. They were barely human. DEAN: Yeah, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse.

[seasononesam]

@horrornaturalevent: HORROR MEDIA ‘23- final girl-ism | ava wilson [insp]

Oh my God. Don’t think God has much to do with this, Sam.

[ID: Ten gifs of Ava Wilson in Supernatural. The first gif shows Ava looking over her shoulder as she sits in the front seat of a car. There is a second gif overtop of it, of Ava standing in front of a window. This gif is in a circle and there is a red filter over it. The words “Ava Wilson” are wrapped around and move in a circular motion. The second gif shows two black and white gifs of Ava connected by a glitch effect. The first of them is Ava tilting her head. The second of them is Ava standing in front of a window in an abandoned building. The words “Okay. you know what? Screw you, buddy. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything!” are written over the gif. The third gif is two gifs overlaid on top of the other with a red filter. One shows Ava standing beside an abandoned building, looking around. The other shows Ava touching the sides of her head. The words “You killed them? All of them?” and “I’m the undefeated heavyweight champ.” are written on the gif. The fourth gif shows Ava waking up in bed. The words “I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason,” are written on the gif. Below this text the words “my dreams are coming true.” are also written, in red. The writing of that text is slowly revealed as the gif moves. The fifth gif shows Ava standing by a window, summoning a smoke cloud demon. There is a grainy filter over it and it’s stylized to look like a VHS tape, with the words “play” with a triangle icon in the top left corner, the words “SP” in the bottom left corner, and the numbers “00:32:14″ in the bottom right corner. The sixth gif shows Ava looking around. There is a black and white and red filter over it. The words “I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files.” are written on it. Under the text is the words “I'm awesome!” written in red cursive. The seventh gif is two gifs overlaid on top of each other with a red filter. The one on top is Ava looking at Sam. The other one is Ava breaking the salt line on the window ledge. The words “ I had no choice. It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it.” are written in a red and white font. The ninth gif shows Ava crying. There is a red background. The words “You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed!” are written on the gif. The tenth gif shows Ava in a motel room. There is another gif of a close up of her face on top of it, in the shape of a diamond with a red filter. The words “Special” and “Child” are written on the top left half and the bottom right half of the diamond respectively. /End ID.]

[possibilistfanfiction]

PLEASE can I say “argument” for an avatrice prompt I need it

[for @unicyclehippo — bea gets hurt (& gets better)]

//

you forget, often, most days now, what terror truly feels like. 

it’s too fast and too slow and you remember: beatrice’s body — lithe and tough and small, all things considered — flies through the air after a bomb goes off, too close to her, too fast for you to step in front of it. everything flashes before your eyes, the life you’ve built together in your warm, airy house by the sea in the city of angels; where beatrice teaches aikido with a bo that isn’t lethal and smiles at her students; where you bartend part-time at a little mezcal spot near your home, just for fun. where you get to wake up to her every day, her tan skin dotted with freckles like constellations that you trace as the sun floats through the curtains before she’s willing to humor your early rising. where you’re reading in the late afternoon light and she sees you and smiles and puts aside your book and kisses you and fucks you on the couch. where she tenderly does your laundry and you steal her soft, big sweaters and trade who puts away the dishes from the dishwasher, still warm. where you squabble over takeout and what show to watch on netflix and whether or not you should make the bed on sundays — where you love her, and are loved by her, more than you ever could have dreamed.

but beatrice is human, part of the painful and absolute miracle of her love: she needed stitches a few months ago when she cut her hand open trying to pit an avocado; she fell surfing and got caught in a rip near the pier and you had watched in horror — having just been reading and relaxing, mostly to enjoy when she finishes and walks toward you with her wetsuit down around her hips — as a lifeguard fished her out and turned her on her side in the sand, as she coughed up water and took in frantic, ragged breaths, had a cold for days and slept. she is so human, and so fleeting, and so fragile; she’s strong and precise and hasn’t lost a step — but she’s human. sometimes you forget: beatrice can die.

it’s hard to tell all of the damage, really, as you phase over to her and then kneel, send out a halo pulse as hard as you can to buy you time. you hadn’t had to fight in a few months; battles pop up rarely now, and are usually not particularly dangerous. mary is kneeling by your side in an instant and takes over from where your shaking hands had been ineffectively flitting over bea’s still body. there’s shrapnel — metal, sharp and jagged — lodged above her left hip, through her armor; it’s clear one of her legs is at an angle it shouldn’t be, her femur bent impossibly. but worse than that, so much worse, is that she isn’t opening her eyes when you say her name, frantically and loudly: there’s blood coming out of her nose and her ears, and her face is peaceful. you wish, you pray now, more than willing to believe in anything you have to, when you bring your finger to her pulse point, her favorite place for you to kiss, and, consecrate, feel a flutter there. it’s fast, and faint, but it’s there.

‘she’s alive,’ you say. 

mary squeezes your shoulder. ‘yes, ava, she’s alive.’

lilith is beside you soon, and takes one look at your face and the shrapnel and blood — beatrice’s blood — and then nods once.

‘i’ll take care of things here,’ mary says. ‘i think you got all the demons, ava. let lilith take you.’

you don’t really give a fuck about demons at this point, and you trust lilith’s care of beatrice, if not for you, enough to know it’s by far the best option. you’re worried about fractures in beatrice’s back or ribs, but you don’t have much of a choice. ‘yeah, okay.’

you haven’t been to jillian’s in a while; you ripple through space and time with bea’s limp body in your arms. jillian has doctors who work with her now, a trauma surgeon on call whenever there are battles, because it’s safest for anyone from the ocs to go here when things are bad. everyone rushes into action next to you — calm, sure, urgent — and secure bea’s airway and breathing once she’s on a gurney, put a c-collar around her neck and cut off her armor. lilith tries to drag you away, and she could, probably, but, in the same way you cannot, under any circumstances, watch beatrice die, you also could never, ever forgive yourself, in this life or any to follow, if you left the room and she doesn’t, eventually, come home with you.

the doctors put gauze around the metal in bea’s side, not taking it out yet. jillian has all kind of fancy technology that lets them do whatever scans they need — beatrice’s leg is broken; her spleen is bleeding; there’s a laceration to her liver; luckily, her skull isn’t fractured and they don’t see any bleeding in her brain, although there is a deep bruise along where her head had hit the wall.

‘we need to get the shrapnel out,’ jillian explains to you, after lilith has bullied you into a chair on the edge of the room. ‘and then we’ll repair her liver and spleen, then her femur. dr. sanders is confident that she’ll be able to fix everything safely.’

everything she’s telling you comes through like you’re underwater, and lilith waits for a moment before she rolls her eyes, mostly for posterity, and explains, ‘she’s going to be okay, ava. we got her here in time.’

‘yeah?’

‘yes,’ jillian says, a gentle smile sent your way. ‘you can see her, for a moment, before we take her back to the operating room.’

your legs feel shaky and you hate it, the splint on her leg and the light blue of the hospital gown they’d put over her and how her eyes are still closed. ‘hey bea,’ you say, pick up the hand that doesn’t have an iv in the top of it, and kiss her knuckles. you brush your thumb along her cheekbone, where her eyes are already bruising blue, and then run your fingers gently through her hair — buzzed on the sides, short and textured on top, dark and neat and soft; she’d cut it a few months ago after waiting for a long time to work herself up to it, and come home from the salon with an unspoken weight off her shoulders, unable to hold back a smile, so beautiful and so handsome and sexy as hell, a gradual becoming that always makes you so proud, and you kissed her and like always, love her more, and more, and more. ’i’m sorry.’ your voice shakes; you will it to be steady: even if she can’t hear you, you don’t want her to be scared. ‘you’ll be okay, baby. it’ll be okay,’ you tell her now. ‘i love you. in this life, okay?’

of course, there’s no response other than her steady, shallow breath, her eyelashes long enough to rest against her cheeks, and mary, somehow fetched by lilith, probably, touches your elbow.

‘ava, let’s go wait in the garden, yeah?’

you clench your jaw but you know she’s right; you let her lead you to a bedroom first, not the same one that you had shared with beatrice, all those years ago, back before you’d kissed her and died for her and come back for her, back before you knew how it felt to touch her in the tender light of the morning. mary leads you by the shoulders into the bathroom, and gestures toward the shower. you hadn’t realized, but when you look down, there’s beatrice’s blood all over your front, all over your hands, dried and dark and flaky, and it makes you sick. you take off your clothes as quickly as possible, a little frantic and your breath coming so fast. 

‘ava,’ mary says from outside the door, and then softer: ‘ava.’

it helps you steady yourself; you look around like you’d practiced so many times in therapy and name, to yourself, how many tiles there are above the sink, how you see shampoo and conditioner in the shower, how there are three toilet paper rolls stacked neatly in a little holder by the toilet. 

‘i’m okay,’ you say, your voice less shaky than you had feared, and you wait for the water in the shower to warm up and then step in. you know mary is right outside, and you wash the blood off as quickly as possible, not bothering with washing your hair or caring about anything else, having no real desire to take a long time — nothing will be soothing to you right now, so it’s probably better for you and for the sake of the world, the halo smoldering in distress between your shoulder blades — to sit with mary, and probably mother superion, who you imagine is on her way and close already.

‘i’m leaving some clothes,’ mary calls to you. ‘i’ll be waiting outside.’

you dry off in a daze and put on the comfortable clothes mary had brought — a light, loose pair of pants, a comfortable t-shirt, a thick, cotton sweater — and tuck your hair behind your ears before you walk out and find her literally right next to the doorway in the hall. she smiles at you and then takes off in the direction of the garden, where you’re unsurprised to see mother superion, who gives you a tight hug. when she puts her hand to the back of your head, you finally start to cry. you’re angry, because you’ve built your whole entire life with another person: weekly trips to the farmer’s market and a regular sushi place and champagne to celebrate birthdays and fresh flowers, every week, in a vase on your kitchen island. you’re angry because you want to marry bea, because you want her to be your wife. you’re angry because, more than anything in any universe, you want to grow old with her. you want, so badly, to grow old with her.

you don’t need to say any of that; you hold the engagement ring — a simple, thick, expensive white gold band with a small diamond imbedded flat into it — that had been on her finger for the past five months in the palm of your hand. you don’t squeeze it too tight because you don’t trust the halo right now: you’re too emotional, and the last thing you want is to squish and warp an engagement ring and not be able to put it back on beatrice’s pretty hand when she’s out of surgery. when she’s okay, and alive, and inevitably stubborn and grumpy as she heals.

mother superion understands, as she has for a long time, and, especially once camila joins you, chatters on and on about new recruits, and the tech they’re developing, and the small garden of herbs they’ve managed, in tandem, to keep alive. someone brings all of you food, and you force down half a turkey sandwich under everyone’s watchful gaze, although it’s difficult and it makes you want to gag a few times. eventually — like heaven’s gates fucking opening, or bea kissing you for the first time when you came back from the other realm, or three days ago when you’d listened to a new record, lying on the floor together in front of your fireplace — jillian finds you and tells you that beatrice did well. the shrapnel is out, and all of her internal bleeding had been taken care of; they’d put a rod down her femur, a relatively easy repair that, in the long run, shouldn’t bother her much. 

‘i’ll set up a cot in her room,’ she says. ‘she should wake up in the next hour. she’s on a lot of pain meds, so she’ll be groggy, but things look good, ava.’

/

mother superion walks you there, after mary and camila take their leave to go settle into their own rooms for the night. 

‘beatrice is strong,’ she says.

‘i wish she didn’t have to be.’ it’s an hurt that’s filled your chest for so long, practically since you’d first met her: you love her now, and know everything important about her. bea had shoved everything precious and holy about herself down, and down, and down, so that there were no decisions to be made about pleasure, or happiness: only service, and sacrifice, and the desperate absence of want. and now she wants you, and she shows you, and she loves you.

mother superion nods. ’i trust that you will take care of her, to help her heal.’ it’s a sort of benediction: you have for years, now, given beatrice the space to feel and desire and laugh and hurt and get better — to wear pants she loves and sleep in and watch stupid tv and cut her hair. ‘once she’s stable, lilith can take you back to your home. camila and i are happy to stay, if you’d like.’

‘i would,’ you agree immediately, because it’s true. you love your family around, especially when you’re scared, especially when it’s hard to remember that this is temporary: stitches and a broken leg and small fractures that will knit themselves back together. ‘thank you.’

‘of course, ava,’ she says, and then hugs you tightly outside of the closed door to beatrice’s room. ‘we’ll be around, if you need.’

‘thank you.’

you take a deep breath and then open the door, and, although bea is covered in tubes and wires and bandages and bruises and stitches, her face is full of color again and her breathing is deep and easy. her head rests softly on a pillow and her hands — when you walk to the side of the bed and lace your fingers together — are warm, and clean, and steady. your adrenaline starts to wear off and you thank the nurse who introduces himself and then brings in a cot; there’s nothing in the entire world that would make you let go of her hand and lie down right now, but eventually it’ll come in handy. 

a blessing, though: after about an hour, bea’s eyes flutter open, and you scramble to sit up fully.

‘hi baby.’

she swallows and then squeezes your hand. ‘hey.’

you get the cup of water with a straw from the table nearby, offer it to her, and she takes a few sips before lying back. 

‘anything really bad?’ she asks, and her eyes are gold and so beautiful and a little tuft of her hair sticks up behind the gauze wrapped around her head. 

you list her injuries, because you know she’ll want to understand.

‘nothing i won’t get better from.’ she says it for you and for herself, then nods seriously. ’i’m really high.’

you pause, just for a second, and then laugh. it feels so good, like stars or the first time you’d eaten a pomegranate. ‘that’s okay.’

‘can we go home soon?’ 

‘yeah,’ you say, trying not to laugh too hard at her slurred words. ‘once you’re feeling a little better, lilith can take us home.’

she smiles. ‘that sounds good.’

‘yeah?’

‘mhm.’ she lets her eyes fall closed. ‘don’t go anywhere, please.’

‘i’ll be right here the whole time, bea.’ you lean forward and kiss her, so gently, and it makes her hum; you take put her engagement band back on her finger. ‘there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.’

/

it makes your chest ache as you walk slowly through jillian’s mansion with beatrice, two days later. she shuffles with a big brace on her leg and a walker, a physical therapist on her other side. lilith had — disconcertingly, just a little — brought a duffel of clothes for the both of you yesterday morning. it means that lilith had probably rifled through everything in your entire house, but she had packed all of your toiletries and comfortable shorts, sweaters, t-shirts, and joggers, a pair of birkenstocks bea wears often. 

earlier, you’d helped bea into a pair of boxers, running shorts, and a hoodie, carefully pulled warm socks onto her feet, and she’d grimaced and set her jaw and nodded when the physical therapist explained how they were going to get her up and walking, if she wasn’t in too much pain. 

‘what’s you pain level?’ she checks in.

bea’s brow is furrowed and her knuckles are white around the handles of the walker. ‘i can keep going.’

‘beatrice,’ you say, a little harsh, and then, softer: ‘please.’

she pauses her slow steps. ‘i — an 8.’

her physical therapist frowns. ‘ideally, we don’t want you above a 5, a 6 at most. i’d like to get a wheelchair to get you back to the room.’

she looks down at her hands.

‘bea,’ you say softly. ‘it’s — it’s okay.’ you’ll get better; we have time, we have time, we have time; i love you.

‘okay,’ she relents, and you stand for half a minute and then her physical therapist comes back with a chair and helps her sit safely. once she’s back situated in bed, you go to the bathroom and let the water warm up and wet a washcloth. you want to cry with overwhelm: you’d been treated so cruelly, for so long, when you needed to be cared for; it is a gift, such a fucking gift, to get to care for the person you love. 

‘i figured you might want to wash your face, maybe put some new deodorant on?’

she waits a second, a little unsure, but then smiles. ‘are you saying i stink?’

her small joke lets what feels like a whoosh of air back into your lungs. ‘i would never.’

she squeezes your hand. ‘thank you ava.’

‘of course.’ you show her the washcloth and her facewash that lilith had brought, and you wait for her nod before you carefully wipe her face and then get the facewash to foam before you smooth it gently into her skin before you wipe her face clean. ‘i can do all of your serums for you. a little facial? spa de ava?’ you smile and run a finger along her brow. ‘but i wont do anything you don’t want.’

‘that sounds… really nice. ava.’

you get all of her little skincare serums lined up in the order she usually does them, which you had specifically requested from lilith, and then tell her to close her eyes. it’s not perfect, because she’s in a hospital bed and there’s a big incision down her abdomen, stapled together, that her surgeon had nodded at this morning when she changed the bandage, pleased. 

you’re as gentle as you can be, and a nurse brings bea a paid med, and then she’s sighing under your fingertips as you touch her gently, massage her temples, trace a gentle line down her jaw. she falls asleep as you scratch her scalp, just like normal. 

she’s so beautiful, as the sunlight filters through the window in the early afternoon. there’s her freckles and her strong wrists and the miracle of her jaw. you realize, all of a sudden, that you haven’t slept in… at least a day and a half, at this point. she’s safe; she’s safe. bea walked today, slowly and painfully and just down the ball, but still — and she let you care for her. 

you change into comfortable clothes — one of bea’s thick cotton t-shirts, oversized and expensive and soft, that smells like her cologne; a pair of joggers that fall just at your ankles — and allow yourself to sit on the cot. it’s a blessing, another in a long string of blessings, when camila knocks at the door. 

you wave her in and she smiles. ‘i can sit with her, in case she wakes up, if you’d like to sleep,’ she whispers. 

‘that would be awesome,’ you tell her quietly, snuggle down underneath the blankets on the cot, and fall asleep, warm and safe, with camila sitting calmly by bea.

/

it’s true: there is nowhere else you’d rather be than be her side on the couch in your breezy living room, with its perfect fabric and the high ceilings with gorgeous exposed beams, the sea stormy outside. there’s nowhere you’d rather be but you also might fucking lose your goddamn mind. 

‘i know you’re bored,’ you say, an argument you’d quietly been having for the past few days since lilith brought you home, ‘but we really can’t go for a long walk just yet. you’re not even really supposed to be out of bed.’

‘i cannot stay in that bed another minute, ava.’

‘oh, come on,’ you say, wiggle your brows in an effort to get her to cheer up, even a little, ‘i’ve never heard you complain about that bed before, especially with me included.’

it works: she humors you with a little eye roll and a huff of a laugh.

you curl a little closer and kiss the top of her head, her short hair clean and soft after she’d finally gotten to take a shower this morning. you run your hand against the grain of it on the side like you’ve learned soothed her in the past few months, and, unsurprisingly, it works — she sighs. ‘i’m sorry you’re so bored. believe me, i know how boring it can be to not be able to do everything you’re used to.’

she frowns. ‘i’m sorry.’

you shake your head. ‘no, i didn’t mean to make you feel guilty. i just mean — it really sucks. there’s only so many puzzles you can do and episodes of housewives you can watch before you start to feel a little crazy.’

she smiles into your shoulder. 

‘i know you have a bunch of ramped up physical therapy starting tomorrow, but maybe, if you feel up to it, we could have dinner on the beach tonight, watch the sunset? it’s not much different from eating on the balcony, but you could move around a little. i know you’re a little crazy so maybe it’ll be fun to crutch through the sand.’

‘that sounds wonderful, darling.’ she leans up to kiss you and you do your best to not get lost in it: she may be feeling better, a few weeks after, but you’d gone with her to her post-op appointment yesterday. you’d seen the long scar, just barely healed, running down her abdomen, the jagged, shiny red line above her hip where they’d pulled the shrapnel out and stitched the skin together. there’s bruising, still, all along her back, faded greens and yellows, and she gets headaches if it’s too bright. the brace on her leg is snug and she still puts weight on it carefully, like she’s afraid to fall, even if she won’t say it aloud. 

‘you have to promise that you’ll tell me if you’re hurting, okay?’

‘i will, ava,’ she says, extremely solemn, and it makes you want to laugh. 

you set up a whole little picnic with her favorite finger foods — aged sharp cheddar, olives, rosemary and sea salt crackers, crisp grapes, a good bottle of pinot noir — and a soft blanket on the beach, and then go back inside. she’s put on sunglasses and a beanie, a warm crewneck. it’s slow going through the sand but you make it, not all that far a distance, and you watch beatrice sit down carefully before you settle down beside her. the sun drifts, slow and lazy, below the waves. you kiss her and she tastes like wine, like bread: the sun drifts and it’s a sacrament, to love her, to have her here. 

/

‘you’re kidding me.’

‘it’ll be easier to breathe if you stand tall,’ bea says, barely sweating at all, the incision in the middle of her abs faded and calm below her sports bra. 

‘i swear to god, how are you so fast? it seems like just six weeks ago you’d been cleared to run.’

‘it’s been five weeks and six days,’ she says.

‘oh, my bad. that’s so so so different, sorry.’

she blushes; you can tell, even though it’s warm and sunny out and her skin is flushed from the two miles you’d run along the path on the far edge of the beach. 

‘anyway, why don’t we just, you know, get a coffee and a donut and take our shoes off and walk home along the water?’

‘we’re supposed to run home, ava. this was just where we turn around.’

you pretend like you’re thinking about it, deeply, and you wait to see if beatrice will crack first; you’re delighted when she does. 

‘fine,’ she says, and you jump up and down in victory, which, after a beat, makes her laugh. you beam at her, in her little men’s running tank and a fresh haircut, gold eyes and freckles, pristine white running shoes and a smile, big and bright, just for you. 

‘i fucking love you, you know that?’

she laces your fingers together and strides off in the direction of the coffee shop. ‘i love you too, ava,’ she says, ‘very much.’

[marine-indie-gal]

I'm a big huge fan of the Webcomic, "Ava's Demon", an On-Going Online Story since the 2010s.

For some time that while the New Pages of the Current Chapter are still going, I've been meaning to draw one of my Favorite Webcomics (besides than Lore Olympus) for awhile.

In my opinion, it's generally such a Passionate Complex Story with a Very Unique Concept Idea of having a Personal Demonic Ghost of a Deceased Person attached to your own Soul that lives within the inside of you that you're connected with through Parallels. I deeply love on how that it mixes up Two Genres between Sci-Fi & Fantasy into one swirl (as well as appreciating its very own Beautiful Talent Artstyle).

I actually made some AMVs and a Few Inspirations based on this Webcomic. I'll admit, despite being a Huge Fan of this Comic, I never really did draw any fanart of it before, I guess was either too lazy or just couldn't think of what kind of fanart I should give to it in General.

Anyway, I drew Ava and her Spirit, Wrathia here. Just because they're the Main Leads of the Comic.

Ava Ire & Wrathia Bellarmina (c) Michelle Czajkowski Fus

[brights-place]

I just took a look at your random list and MY INNER DEMONS??

That's so super crazy who would request that hahaha..

so uhh you got any chance of writing for asch??

Yk for a friend

Prince Asch dating headcannons

Pairings: Asch X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Asch dating headcannons YIPPEEE! Finally someone requested M.I.D which is fun to write since Asch in art is AWOOGA! But he isn’t my favourite nehehehe…

- Okay Asch has anger issues and what’s even more annoying is how he was suppose to be choosing an future partner for him - He stood infront of all the people that were chosen and each one appearing he grew more aggravated it was useless to have an partner with this magic crisis going on

- If you were human and he arrived to earth with his knights it would be this whole thing - Asch wouldn’t notice first about how he feels about you… It may seem like how he felt with Ava just for a moment then he saw you

- He had his breath taken away and he couldn’t help but be pulled in

- You were more obedient yes but yet you had this spark that made him question himself - Rhys noticed this and was quite confused and so was Rhys both agreeing that you may have casted an spell... but you didn't cast one that's the thing you just existed - Asch's personality is demanding, rude, and harsh. He likes to do everything his way. Most of the time he acts tough and has an interest in intimidating people... but with you he has an soft side which made him feel weak and pissed him off - Though when you told him he could have an weak side he was confused yet calm not wanting to be pissed off - He has his ups and downs so it's hard for him yet you try help him the best you could. - He burnt you by accident once and he panicked checking your burn... he showed weakness and he grew even more annoyed at himself - He would 'Command' you to or allow himself to just wrap his arms around your waist - Asch command you to stay beside his side which was confusing to you but you stood beside him - Asch was waving dismissively to his knights who stared at you with absolute confusion as Asch threatened their heads if they questioned him - One day you asked him if he ever felt love - He didn't know what to say and told you how daemos call it weak and you couldn't help but feel pity for him and all other daemos - One day he asked to court you... you were confused but when the other Daemos gasped the explained it was well... even more confusing till Ava was laughing and told you Asch wanted to date you - You took an page out of Ava's book and fainted - Asch would court you doing grand gestures as you stare at him with confusion - I have been convince asch would have Asthma! - Asch should has asthma because of his fire's smoke because he uses his fire very often !! - He holds your hand and looks away as you stare confusingly at him while he tells you not to question him - He does dumb things to impress you which always works - You kissing him on the cheek makes him blush - One time you accidentally touched his horns out of pure curiosity and he froze blushing telling you not to do that - Another time of you being very questionable and weird was when you slept in his room the next day he see’s you trying to sneak away with his red cape… - He chased you around as you screamed for help - Pierce had protected you as Lief join in with Asch to chase you down out of pure entertainment - Random kisses secretly and gets pretty jealous easily

- Even if your Human and He is daemos he will try his best…. - He holds you close and tries hard not to let them wise you as a magic source… he had grown fond of you and won’t let others try to take you from his grasps.

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[emelinstriker]

My Daemos OC from Aphmau's My Inner Demons

His name is Alias and I still love him very much. c:

And omg I need to doodle him again istg- I created him back in like late 2021 during the three months i was in another town-

His daughter is also cute- Never drew him a wife though cuz I never went much into his backstory besides the baseline of:

"Faked his death as if he died in the human realm, then gave up on his old life and started a family in the human realm. Later on runs into the Daemos that live with Ava and is trying to teach them some things in a way that the boys can understand since they're all Daemos. Hilarity and second-hand-embarrassment for Alias ensues. Is part of the cult in DO."

His hair in the back also is longer after years in the human realm. Really shows even his own growth. He also hates Karens. :D

[dead-petey-au]

You still into dog man?

I saw some AVA/ AVM stuff on your main account

If you’re Multfandom okay!

I've been into lots of other things besides dog man! For the past year or so I've also liked Lemon Demon and a bunch of other music artists + I also like warrior cats and Doctor Who (I'm the 11th + 13th doctor irl btw #fictionkin) ^_^ I've liked a lot of other things besides dog man LOL

[quietblueriver]

A little bit more of the Avatrice BTVS AU, the result of some truly masterful procrastination. Picks up immediately after the first bit.

Now with more that can be found here.

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She takes the hand offered, because she’s angry but she’s not stupid, and Ava hauls her up, wrapping an arm around her waist and grabbing Beatrice’s wrist over her shoulder to help stabilize her.

There’s chaos behind them, cries of pain and anger, and a somehow still-expanding fire, unimpeded by the lack of fuel and the concrete floor.

As if reading her mind, Ava offers, with a smirk that Beatrice still sees in her dreams, “Never underestimate the power of a little magically enhanced Molotov cocktail.”

A scream draws closer and the smirk disappears, deceptively strong arms hold Beatrice tighter as Ava turns her head to evaluate the source of the noise. View obscured by Ava's body, Beatrice can barely make out what appears to be a demon-sized ball of flame hurtling toward them.

Ava shuffles them just slightly to the left, concerned eyes darting briefly to Beatrice’s knee, and then sticks a foot out, casually. The demon stumbles and sprawls before them, writhing as the flames spread down its body. Whether it’s the Lilliad or its features have been so distorted by the flame that it now looks like the Lilliad, she isn’t sure.

Ava pays it no mind, adjusting her arms around Beatrice and moving them forward. Her eyes water, a natural but embarrassing side effect of the searing pain that races through her leg every time she puts weight on it, and she tries to wipe them surreptitiously on her sleeve.

She grits her teeth and doesn’t complain, but after a few steps, Ava says, under her breath, “Fuck it.” Louder, as her arms shift on Beatrice’s body, “Sorry, Bea, but we’re on the clock.”

And suddenly she’s in Ava’s arms, bridal style, her hands clasped behind Ava’s neck on instinct. She’s quick but careful, a skillful adjustment of her hold to take pressure off of Beatrice’s knee, and then they’re moving, really moving, for the exit.

The spreading flames make the closest door risky, so Ava takes them further, soundtrack of shrieking demons following them past shelving and pallets and abandoned shipping crates to the next door. With a last glance toward the still raging fire, Ava turns her body so that her back can press the metal bar that gets them back into the world.

She doesn’t stop once they’re there, moving them quickly and quietly through back alleys until they reach a shipping container near the water, a beat-up black Jeep Wrangler parked just beside it. Ava pulls open the rear door and lays Beatrice down carefully on the surprisingly clean interior, the only real evidence of Ava an empty bag of her favorite sour candy torn wide open, little granules of sugar spilled across the flooring. There’s an artificial fruit smell that lingers, too faint for anyone without heightened senses to notice, but, of course, Beatrice does.

Her mind, traitorous, focuses in on the scent and it’s a flutter of her eyelids and a small jump to the library, Ava sitting in a chair balanced precariously on two legs as she leans back with her feet on the table, bold in Superion’s absence. She’s making her way through yet another bag of candy, holding a bright worm in her hand in offering to Beatrice, who is seated next to her, all four legs of her chair planted firmly on the ground and still somehow feeling entirely unstable.

“C’mon, Bea. You know you want one.”

She doesn’t, but she wants Ava, so she takes the worm in exchange for the smile she knows it will get her. She hates it already, the gritty, gummy texture in her hand, but Ava is delighted that she’s playing along, face alight as she watches Beatrice take a bite of the neon green sweet, and Beatrice knows she’ll eat another, if Ava asks.

Her tongue touches the roof of her mouth, cheeks sucking in at the shock of the phantom flavor, and she forces herself out of the memory. There’s plastic flooring under the palms of her hands and pain in her leg, a wet spot on her ribcage where one of the demons must have nicked her. She aches in new places, her body settling enough to alert her to the rest of her injuries.

She keeps her eyes closed for a moment, gathering herself, and then she feels them. Ava’s hands. Her eyes fly open but Ava is distracted, corners of her lips pulled down and eyes intently focused on Beatrice’s body. She’d crawled in after her, and she’s on her knees now, leaning over Beatrice as she runs her fingers and hands in a pattern Beatrice knows well. It’s one she’d taught, one she’d used on Ava many, many times, panic and fear coursing through her.

She should pull back, yell at her, send her away and curl in on herself for a few hours until her wounds heal enough that she can walk comfortably to Superion’s.

Instead, she lets Ava conduct her examination, warm hands gentle and efficient, and keeps telling herself it isn’t exactly what she wants. An indulgence. Because she’s weak for her. She always has been.

-

The car is quiet, Ava driving more carefully than Beatrice has ever seen her. She glances over occasionally, fingers flexing on the steering wheel, but she has yet to say anything beyond confirming that she should take Beatrice to Superion’s house. They hit a red light and Ava puts on the blinker and looks over, again, but this time she bites her lip and waits until Beatrice meets her eyes. She raises an eyebrow. She won’t be doing any of the work here.

“Bea, I…”

She hears the creak of the leather on the wheel under Ava’s grip. Careful, she wants to say. She doesn’t.

The light turns, and Ava sighs, focusing back on the road and taking them left, toward Superion.

She kills the engine a block away from Superion’s and Beatrice unbuckles, testing her leg against the floorboard and wincing. Bad, but she can walk on it now, even if she shouldn’t. She’s got her hand on the handle of the door when she realizes that Ava has made no move to come with her, both hands still on the wheel and eyes focused on the road in front of her.

“Are you coming?” Ava startles, and when she looks at Beatrice, she knows, immediately, the answer to her question. Big, brown eyes, guilty and pleading, a lip between her teeth.

“Bea…”

The bite of candy apple on her tongue. She won’t play this game anymore. She swings the door open and braces herself mentally for the pain of the walk to come.

“Right. Of course you’re not.” There are tears in Ava’s eyes, but she says nothing, and Beatrice wipes at her own eyes roughly, scoffs. “Goodbye, Ava.”

She pretends not to hear the sob that escapes before the slam of the door and forces herself to move quickly enough that when Superion asks, she can blame her own tears on the pain.

[theworldofotps]

The Beginning (TDD Series)

The Demon Dad series, following Bálor as he navigates parenthood. This is the beginning of The Demon Dad Series, a little intro into how Bálor came to join the world of parenthood.

Thank you @melissahausen for reading over this for me, I appreciate it so much! __________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @mcreignsera @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsmunsonx If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. __________ When Finn started dating a mortal from his world, Bálor didn’t care to get to know her. He never thought much of the women he got with. The relationships never lasted long and the only time he met them was when they wanted a rough fucking. You, however, were completely different from all the others. You took the time to know the man behind Finn Bálor the wrestler. As the months went on Bálor found himself actually wanting to learn more about you. Hell knows why given the fact you didn’t know about him. Or so he thought.

When the two of you had celebrated your one-year anniversary you told Finn that you wanted to meet the other part of him. The one many thought was nothing more than a character, but you knew differently. You could see it every time he wore the familiar black and red body paint, see the change in his eyes when he came back from the ring. So after making sure that the king allowed it the two of you met. And for the first time in his existence, the demon king felt what it was like to love and be loved. 

As your relationship with Finn grew so did your one with Bálor, after two years Finn proposed and once you became his wife a similar ceremony happened with the demon king. Now you were happily married with a child and a little excited to see how the demon king would handle parenthood on the days he came to visit.

You smiled softly looking into the bassinet at the small bundle all wrapped up. You had been home for a few weeks, and Bálor finally managed to get away from some of his duties in the underworld to meet your child.

“Can they breathe all wrapped up like that?”

Turning you looked at the demon king and nodded your head.

“Of course, we don’t cover the nose besides I’m standing right here so if anything starts to happen I can intervene.”

Walking over Bálor looked into the bassinet and shrugged.

“You were lucky not to birth an ugly one, this one seems..nice.”

“Well thank you very much, you do realize that this is the beginning of parenthood right?”

“Yes, Finn told me the two of you were excited.”

Smiling at him you nodded your head leading him away from the baby so you wouldn’t disrupt their nap.

“We are excited but you also realize that being my husband as well that this child is in a way also yours. Stepchild may be or actual child, I don’t what to call it. I’m not sure if you can reproduce.”

“Only in the underworld.”

“But the night I conceived you were also there so basically welcome to fatherhood.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I would never force you to do something you didn’t want to but I did want to at least let you know.”

Watching as he turned back towards the nursery Bálor gave a slight nod of his head and then looked back at you.

“We shall see how it goes.”