#warrior nun mom ava

[simplykorra]

kty continuing to be stunning

[princington]

dads au: the salvius family

[electro-scorpion-moving]

i think there needs to be more of ava & lilith getting to have a fucked up sibling relationship in which they demonstrate the saying that hate and love are opposite sides of the same coin. lilith being the “no one else gets to hurt my sibling except for me.” ava being a cruel reminder to lilith of how she’s strived so long and hard, following all the arduous rules, for acceptance, and family, purpose and belonging. and yet ava suddenly comes in and gets all of that and more dropped into her lap, and she doesn’t even want it.

tl;dr: ava & lilith being wholesome siblings in aus is undeniably cute, but let ava and lilith be siblings with a very complicated and/or bad relationship more too

[bechloesupercorp]

It was a little thing, lost between the rows and rows tombstones. "ADELINA SILVA" in simple script, a constant reminder of a life lost too soon.

The morning sun glows, bouncing off the new blooms of early spring. The pinks and oranges mingle, like a popsicle on a hot day. Fresh dew lingering on the grass that crunches beneath her feet.

"Thank you," Bea breathes, fingers fidgeting with the stem of a yellow lily. Thank you for loving her when I couldn't, she wants to cry, praying that Ava's mother can feel the sincerity, For comforting her with your love before I could cradle her with mines. There's so much to say. But nothing at all. I'm sorry you had to go for me to hold her in my hands.

She lingers for a moment, grateful and earnest. I wish you could be here-- for her, she prays, ending with three solemn bows. The wind picks up for a second, swirling around Bea like a response. I wish I be could too.

She kneels, gently laying the flower over the stone, the glint of an engagement ring shining in the light. I'll love her for the both of us.

[pattdork]

Kit ( Ava and Bea's child) picking up the phone: yes?

Kidnapper: We have your mom.

Kit: which one?

Kidnapper: what??

Kit: which mom?

Kidnapper: Tall, brunette, hair in a bun...

Kit: oh! That's Beatrice. Um... You don't have her. She has you. Good luck!

[brenshor]

Ava: *holding a scooter* OMG can I ride this outside?? Mary: Okay sure? I'm not your mother. Ava: *runs off* Mary: Not in the street!!

[alterumsinealterononest]

Bea: so, uhm...I took the liberty to look your mother up. Like, on the internet

Ava: what?? What did you find? Do I have grandparents?

Bea: Ava...she's still alive...

[grechkathekasha]

random cowboy hat situation in ocs family because it’s accurate

(let me know if we want some serious art with jillian in cowboy hat………)

[simplykorra]

more stills of alba baptista in amelia's children (2024)

[alexsshittyworld]

Beatrice : You were not supposed to do that.

Ava: God had other plans for me.

[sunlightwanda]

Beatrice is the responsible one this.

Mother Superion is the responsible one that.

And the actual responsible character is the one who has less than 10 minutes screentime but made a huge impact 😭

[confusedspaceotter]

Asking me to choose between Ava and Beatrice is just impossible, is like asking me to choose between my parents

Obviously I'm going to pick Camila, their child

[beastsovrevelation]

Ava and Ariane. Originally as an illustration for Age of Angels, but, an idyllic scene isn't exactly what's supposed to happen. I hardly wish to spoil the story. At the same time, I'd need to warn people in the tags, anyway - there's an attempted fetal abduction. Ava manages to keep herself safe, until Adriel comes to her rescue with the OCS. Still, she goes into labor a month early, before she can reach a safe environment.

Maybe, the picture can represent the feeling of Ava at last holding Ariane in her arms, and knowing her daughter is okay.

Honestly, this better shows what I have in mind for the Ava is reincarnated Areala AU, or the Biblical AU. I mean, Michael the Archangel having a child with the Antichrist? Either a stroke of political genius, or sure way to end up on Dr. Phil.

I used a screencap from Medici for a reference. I like to think of Ava and Adriel as ushering in a new Renaissance. I even had the theme song in my mind.

[kojakaj]

btw its been established that avatrice isnlike

autism and adhd gf right?

anyway addition

beatrice autism gf but she learned to Repress as a child

meanwhile ava adhd gf but she like. has positive resources and while its still a struggle shes learned how to manage it

and like her helping bea accept the neurodivergency and try and get to her to get therapy

[juodojimirtis]

I just thought of the most fucked up (in the sense that it fucks you up) Warrior Nun theory. What if, both the "Reya is older Ava" theory, and mine (Adriel is Reya's son), were true?..

It would mean after all she had lost, after all the pain she had suffered, Ava was also in the end forced to kill her own child. And she would wonder, was it her fault, him becoming the monster he was? Did she let him get away with too much, yet, at the same time, never showed him the love he deserved? She had so much ripped away from her. Every time she opened her heart, it ended up shattered, so she did not open it for him, not really. She couldn't. In spite of him meaning everything to her.

And so, she wept, looking back at herself in the past, wounded too many times, but still innocent... Wept for the day she realizes what she had done. As when her past and her future came face to face in the Other Realm, she could not bring herself to reveal the one most painful truth.

She hoped the divinium bomb would work. Then, at least, she wouldn't have had to live with her son's blood on her hands.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown indeed.

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Holy War Chapter 11

“I’m sure he’s ok. I just want to make sure he didn’t hurt anything we aren’t seeing. We’ll be back soon.” He scratches behind Kiva’s ears. He missed being around working dogs like this full time. This one in particular seemed pretty calm, whoever trained him and whoever handled him had done an incredible job.

“I’ll go with you.” Ava nodded, stepping around the table toward Dr. Roch, again not wanting to leave Kiva. Beatrice would absolutely go with him if she were her to do it. Ava wasn’t about to leave his side knowing that. Not if she had a say in the matter.

Apparently she didn’t, as Mother Superion placed a hand between her shoulder blades. Ava’s head snapped around to catch those eyes firm but not cold like they used to be leaving no room for debate as she pressed her toward Jillian and Lilith. “No. You’ll stay here and get checked out yourself.”

Ava agreed wordlessly following her to the table where Lilith had her shirt off on the table still getting checked over. Jillian had just finished checking over her back, the wings shrinking back into Lilith’s shoulder blades. Ava always wondered if it hurt when they did that, extending or retracting really. It couldn’t have felt great.

Jilian’s fingers gently probing over her ribs on either side. Moving up, as they moved over Lilith’s neck and jaw palpating for more injuries asking all the while if there was anything that hurt. Lilith denied anything like that stating that she was “just sore. I’m fine.” So Jillian took Lilith for her word and pulled her fingers away after maneuvering Lilith’s neck to have the warrior trace a light in front of her eyes.

When Jillian didn’t find anything she clicked the pen light off and smiled at Lilith. “You’re in the clear. But you need to rest. I’ll keep an eye on that wound on your wing over the next few hours since you’re insisting on not needing any x-rays.”

Mother Superion scoffed at the last bit, insisting Lilith follow Kiva to get some ‘pictures’ taken.”You’ll be going.”

“Mother, I am fine.” She looks over Jillian’s shoulder at Mother Superion as the doctor pulls the nitrile gloves off. “I’m already healing.” As if to prove her point the small scrape on her cheek glowing as it healed itself, something Mother Superion and Jillian weren’t quite used to seeing. “See.”

“Humor me.” Mother Superion deadpans. Reaching out to catch Ava by the back of the collar as she started to sneak away. “That goes for you as well.” She tugs Ava to the table, steering her with enough force Ava would listen without risking hurting her if she was, only letting go once Ava was sitting on the bed next to Lilith.

As she shifted Ava couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut the stiffness in her back only growing worse as the day wore on instead of better. It only served to further prove Mother Superion’s point, something apparently wasn’t going to let slide as she helped Ava get more on the table with gentle hands as she whispered to her, “Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

“You’re still dehydrated.” Jillian passes Lilith a bottle of water cracking the plastic seal as she did. “Drink a few of these. I’ll have someone bring up some food. You need to rest. I suspect you’ve got bruised ribs for the time being.”

“Thank you.” Lilith nods between sips from the bottle, weirdly thankful for it being room temperature instead of cold. She still felt chilled from the evening even after the warm shower and clean clothes, even after they’d turned the heat up a little bit in the room for them.

“I’m serious.” Jillian continues addressing Lilith as she readies to evaluate Ava, ducking her head back in Lilith’s line of sight. “You need to rest. I’ll have a bed brought in.”

“That won’t be necessary.” The warrior perked up a little at that, stiffening next to Ava on the table.

“I insist.” Lilith dropped her head but made no move to stand. Even as she clearly lost the argument with the Doctor.

“Lil, I’m fine.” Ava looks at her friend from where her head was bowed forward waiting somewhat patiently for her turn. It surprised her a little bit that Lilith was refusing to leave her side. Even after how she had just been with her in the shower. The protective side of Lilith being directed for her benefit was something Ava was still getting used to. Something she was deeply thankful for, especially now, so she moved hand over to her friend's knee to give it a comforting squeeze.

“I told you not to call me that.” It was too familiar. Too much like Shannon and Mary. Like Beatrice. Even Camila before everything went to shit. Before Shannon was murdered. Before Ava got the halo. Before she betrayed everything she loved for that monster.

No matter how her mind had been twisted there was no excuse for that and that was a name she no longer deserved. Especially not from Ava. Whom she had tried to Kill on at least three separate occasions. Had ultimately succeeded with once.

Ava - for all her juvenile jokes, and terrible puns she hid behind - was incredibly perceptive. So now when Lilith was hurting, starting to get trapped in her own head she squeezed her knee drawing Lilith’s attention back to her, “Spouse of Satan.”

“That is enough.” Mother Superion pinched the bridge of her nose. She’d been confronting all of her religions' potential of falsity, but Ava’s particular penchant for blasphemy still struck a chord. “Both of you.”

“Yes Mother.” - “Yes Mom.” They answered properly, scolded, though Ava was still smiling as she ducked her head, her hand yet to leave Lilith’s knee. Despite her hard earned cold reputation the older woman covered the hand on her knee with her own, giving Ava’s hand its own squeeze.

Jillian shakes her head watching the interaction closely as they essentially hold hands on her exam table. The softness was something she hadn’t expected to see out of the warriors with each other. Ava and Beatrice, absolutely. Ava and Camila even, sure everyone was softer with Camila. Lilith included.

These women… they’d become something akin to daughters- maybe nieces- to her, especially after her Michael… after the second time. Seeing them needing to comfort each other like this didn’t settle well with her, even as she was glad for a momentary pause in the sibling like bickering. “Ava, where were you injured?”

“It will be better soon.” She gave a non answer, essentially admitting that she was and denying help in the same breath. It didn’t matter, Ava had a one track mind at this point now that Jillian was standing in front of her. “How is Beatrice?”

“They’ve got her internal bleeding stopped, and hypothermia under control. She’s still in surgery. No word further than that yet. I’m trying to let the surgeons work. They are very good at their job, Ava.” She sighed, trying to comfort the woman before her without lying. “Where are you injured?”

“The normal post fight places. It’s just sore.” Ava rolls her neck releasing a string of pops though it’s clear it wasn’t actually all that helpful as she squeezed her eyes shut tight at the motion. “See, better already.”

“Right.” She scoffed at the insistence, listening to Ava breathe through a stethoscope as she further probed for more information. “The halo?”

“Oh definitely on its last legs.” Ava breathed deeply without prompting from the doctor as she moved the stethoscope across her chest to her back. These little checkups had become fairly regular after missions. Especially after it’d been clear the four of them had been dodging medical attention.

“If you would.” She motioned to Ava’s torso, requesting for her to, at the very least, lift the jumper over her back so she could get to the halo and better check for more injuries.

“Do I have to?” Ava pouted, eyes still looking at her hand in Lilith’s on the other woman’s knee. She didn’t particularly enjoy having the halo checked over. Nor did she feel much like moving more at the moment. She didn’t mean for the question to come out so childish. Which apparently it did because Lilith pulled her hand from over Ava’s and moved to rub over the spot the halo rested between her shoulders, something she’d seen Beatrice do several times to sooth Ava.

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