#ava tic

[zishu-arts]

Hemlo! I saw your fnaf stickmen au, and it hits hard. Do you have any more breadcrumbs for it? Begging to know everyone’s interactions with each other

thank you hehe

i’m still debating whether or not i want to plot out the au or not but for now have some doodles and concept art <3

you guys should ask more bc it’s the only way i’m able to even think for plot about this

#my art #animator vs animation #ava #animator vs minecraft #avm #gods i’m gonna have to tag them all again ugh #ava tco #ava the chosen one #ava tdl #ava the dark lord #ava victim #ava tic #ava the second coming #ava orange #avm orange #avm blue #avm green #avm mango #avm king #avm purple #ava/m fnaf au #tw blood #kind of not rlly

[falcqns]

like you’d think when i mention i had a meltdown you’d stop talking about the thing that caused the meltdown but no of course we have to keep discussing it

#shut the fuck up ava #ava is autistic #like i already don’t feel good and i’m not very verbal but of course i chose a job where i have to be constantly verbal so i can’t #and i’m ticcing really bad but i haven’t told anyone i work with about them #i fucking hate this #i want a new brain

[pinkthrone445]

hii hun, i was hoping to request a melissa x reader (mels wife) and i know you’ve written quite a few of these lately but they hit me in a way because i struggle with it.

anyways.. where the reader is dyslexic and is having trouble trying to get the lesson plan together for one of the modules for english. mel starts to notice her wife struggling and starts helping.

-Do you know your ABC's?-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:pure fluff and soft Melissa

Warnings:talk about dyslexia

Summary:When work stresses you out, your wife is there to help.

Hello darling, I hope you like this, thanks for the request! I hope you are handling better now, rough days are normal and it's okay not to be okay sometimes, but you got this! You're capable and strong and there's nothing to be ashame of, never doubt that.

This was already the third time in the last hour that Mel had stopped by the dining room to check on you. Your back was hunched over looking at the computer, which had a low glow because your eyes were tired, your glasses were half crooked, three cups of coffee around you and a half-full water bottle in front of you, your legs were crossed over each other, a blanket over your shoulders that Mel had put there, your had a big frown, your hair a little disheveled from how many times that you had run your hands over your head in a nervous tic, your leg bounced several times when you changed positions, causing the wood to rattle and the plastic of the couch to squeak, on top of all that, your eyes were red from having been in front of the computer for so long.

Mel knew that when you were stressed you didn't want to be interrupted, that's why every time she went to check on you, she helped you without interrupting you. Mel would leave the water bottle in front of you without saying anything because she knew that if you saw it often you would drink more water. When she saw that your body was shivering, she put a blanket over your shoulders without uttering a single word, she also refilled your coffee cup and brought you something to eat.

Mel was very patient with you, especially when you had to make your study plans, but when you had already been in the same position for more than 4 hours, it was time to interfere.

-"Hon?"-Your wife spoke softly trying to get your attention but only earned a hum from you-"Let's go to bed, it's late..."-Mel sat next to you trying to close your computer but you wouldn't let her

-"I can't, I don't have many days left to do my study plan and Ava told me that she needs them..."-You spoke without taking your eyes off your computer

-"Love, you've been in front of that computer for hours, if you haven't made more progress, it will be hard for you to do it now with how tired you are. Let's go to bed and tomorrow, since we don't work, I'll help you put it together...please" - Your wife begged and you sighed nodding, if you continued in front of that computer, you would go blind. You carefully closed the computer and followed your wife into the room, who had held your hand to make sure you didn't run away.

When the two of you went to bed, the redhead hugged you carefully and gently scratched your head

-"I know it stresses you out putting together the class plan and nerves make your dyslexia worse and make you feel bad. But today you've been more stressed than usual. What's going on?" - she whispered and kissed your forehead

-"The thing is that I'm used to teaching second graders but now that I have to cover some classes in kindergarten and teach them the alphabet and things like that, it stresses me that they get confused when writing the letters and because of my dyslexia I don't always notice the mistakes... How am I supposed to teach them well if even when I write I get confused?"-You whispered stressed and your wife hugged you tighter to her body

-"Tomorrow we'll figure it out together, okey?"-She whispered and you nodded and then slept with her.

The next day, your wife was no longer in bed when you woke up and the house smelled of freshly baked cookies and coffee, plus soft music was playing from the kitchen. You carefully went downstairs and found your wife muttering a few things to the beat of a song, so concentrated that she didn't notice you were there

-"Good morning my love"-You smiled and kissed her shoulder

-"Hello sweetie, I didn't realize you had come down... Breakfast is ready and I think I have a great idea to help you with the kids... I was looking at your study plan and the things you need to teach them and I remembered how much the lyrics of some songs help you so you don't confuse the words so much... Do you want me to tell you my idea while you have breakfast?"-The redhead asked excitedly and you nodded sitting on the counter listening attentively as you ate breakfast.

For the next day, you and Mel had put together your study plan and several of your classes and that gave youI a lot of peace and confidence, not only you had classes ready, but also because your wife had controlled them and they didn't have mistakes.

When all the students arrived, you were very excited to show them what you two had prepared, when you opened your computer there was a little note from your wife, you would recognize her handwriting anywhere

"Today you will do great, I trust you and I know what an amazing teacher you are. I love seeing you worried to be a better teacher for them and that already makes you perfect. love you more every day"

You smiled as you read the note with a new wave of confidence in yourself. You carefully caught the children's attention, once they all looked at you you started to introduce your class

-"Well kids, today we're going to have a very special class, as we've all been having trouble differentiating some alphabet letters, we're going to sing a song. And we have a special guest to help us... The tree times in a row champion on the Reading Marathon, please give it up to the most beautiful woman, big welcome and applauses please, to one of the best third-grade teachers, and my beautiful wife, Melissa Schemmenti!"-You shouted introducing your wife as if it were a boxing match, your wife understood you perfectly and came in fist-pumping in the air like a boxer which made the children scream with more excitement. Your wife smiled as she stood next to you and greeted the children almost as excited as they were.

After finding the right catchy music and going over the lyrics you and Mel had done one more time, you started singing the alphabet paying special attention to some letters that could be more difficult than others. The song, although it had very few rhymes, was a good help for the children, while they were singing the lyrics, you were writing them on the board so that the children understood and it would stay more engraved on them

-"The letter B(b), to write the word bright, looks like it's a woman with a big belly with her tiny baby hidden inside. To write it we have to pay attention, it starts from the ceiling and falls to the floor, jumps to the front and goes back to the pole." - You and your wife sang while the kids payed attention, writing the letters on their papers

-"The letter d, to write the word drink, looks like a dinosaur with loooong neck and a big butt, that dumps everywhere with a lot of smell"-When you said that, the children laughed, anything that was disgusting was funny to them-"To write it, start from the ceiling, fall to the floor, jump backwards, and go back to the beginning"-Your wife continued to sing amidst the laughter of the children

-"The letter p, to write the word pony, looks like pasta rolling on her own. To write it pay attention, start from the floor and jump down one step, then go back to the beginning and make it a big head!"-You screamed making the dancing kids excited as they wrote their letters

-"One more tricky letter, before we forget about them, let's see how we can write the letter q, to write the word queen..."-Your wife pointed at you as she said the word queen and you laughed-"looks like the fluffy tip from a q-tip. Open big your eyes, and get your pencil ready, Start from the ground and work your way back down, then go back to the beginning and bend backwards until you find the start line again"-Once ypu finished singing the alphabet, the children asked you to sing it once more together which you did, you were surprised to see how quickly they had memorized it and how well they were differentiating the letters.

While the children were singing and laughing, you held your wife's hand smiling as you watched her sing, murmuring a silent thank you. Your wife could be harsh or closed off about some things, but when she showed love to you or the children, she certainly didn't hold back in the slightest.

#melissa schemmenti soft #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfic #melissa schemmenti abott elementary #abott elementary fanfic #abott elementary #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter fanfic #lissa ann walter #lisa ann walter

[piratekane]

7 or 8

eight: i heard you talking in your sleep

Ava waits impatiently, drumming her fingertips against her knee as Bea moves around the kitchen. A jar of peach preserves lands on the table in front of her, followed by a knife. She follows strong fingers up to strong arms and shoulders, finally meeting Bea's eyes.

"Yes?" she asks innocently.

"If you're just going to sit there, be useful."

Ava beams. "As you wish." She doesn't linger on the pretty blush that rushes across Bea's face, granting her an ounce of mercy. She knows Bea appreciates it. But it doesn't stop Ava from saying it every chance she can, since they watched The Princess Bride a few nights ago. She knows Bea found it romantic.

And maybe Ava is pushing this line they're drawn between each other, but she can't resist nudging it forward, seeing how far she can get before Bea just admits that there's something going on. She's never good at knowing when to leaving something alone.

She pops out of her seat at the same time the toast pops in the ancient toaster that came with their apartment. She dances across the kitchen, her hands ghosting Bea's hips as she stands at the stove, watching their eggs cook. She feels Bea shiver a little but tries her best to focus her attention on spreading preserves against the toast.

She doesn't last long.

"Good dreams last night?" she asks innocently.

Bea's breath hitches. A normal person - someone not obsessed with every minute detail of Beatrice - wouldn't notice. But Ava has never felt less normal than she does when she's around Bea. And for carrying a Holy Weapon under her skin, that's a pretty big feat.

"Fine," Beatrice says after a second. "Why?"

Ava abandons the toast, all pretenses gone. She turns around, pressing the small of her back into the counter behind her.

"Oh, just wondering," she sings. She purses her lips, counting the seconds in her head. One, two, three, fo-

Bea turns, a spatula in her hand. "Why are you wondering?"

Ava shrugs casually. "Just wondering," she repeats.

Ava - an expert at Bea's facial tics and the way she breathes and the way her fingers curl around something - doesn't miss the slight sigh as Bea reins in the trickle of frustration she's feeling.

Bea's eyes narrow. "If you have something to say, you should-"

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Bea inhales sharply. Ava catalogs it, adding it the ever-growing list of things she loves about Beatrice.

"I wasn't aware," Bea says in a measured voice. But Ava sees the way her hand tightens around the spatula. The eggs sizzle behind her. "I hope it didn't keep you up."

It did. But Ava hadn't cared. She had propped her head up on her elbow and watched Bea in the moonlight, mouth moving as she breathed out things Ava was sure she'd never say out loud. It took everything in her not to wake Bea up.

"It wasn't a big deal." She turns back to the quickly-cooling toast, smiling to herself. She can feel the tension radiating off Bea from five feet away. She smiles to herself, resists the urge to bounce on the tips of her toes. She counts. One, two, thr-

"Do you- Uh, do you remember what I said?"

Ava looks back over her shoulder, schooling her face into something casual. "Oh, the usual stuff. Ava, you need to try harder. Ava, take this seriously." She watches Bea's shoulders - coiled and high up near her ears - start to relax. "Ava, I want to kiss you."

Bea's whole body goes rigid. Ava is sure that if she was any stronger, the spatula would crack in her hand. She fights a smile and gently crosses the room, curling her hand around Bea's and loosening her grasp on the spatula. It's their only one.

"I'm sure that I-" Bea swallows. "I'm sure that's not what I said."

"Oh, it definitely is." Ava doesn't pull her hand away from Bea's. Instead, her replaces the spatula with her own hand. "But in a very dignified way. Like Mr. Darcy. That's the guy, right?" She takes a small step in, watching in delight as Bea takes a step back. She's dangerously close to the stove so Ava reaches around her, turning the burner off. "It was flattering."

Bea's face is bright red, freckles like stars across her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she breathes, voice laced with something Ava might call shame. She frowns. That's not what she wanted. But Bea sees her frown and rushes to add, "It's not my intention to make you uncomfortable. And we- It's just been the two of us. I-" Her eyes start to shimmer. "I cannot apologize enough. I understand if you- I'll sleep on the couch."

"Woah, slow down." Ava ducks her head to catch Bea's eyes. She brushes her thumb across Bea's knuckles. Her other hand hovers over Bea's hip but she doesn't dare let it fall yet. "I'm not mad."

Bea blinks a few times. "I understand if you-"

"I'm not mad or uncomfortable," she interrupts. Bea's mouth snaps closed audibly. She looks down at her hand hovering and back up at Bea. She searches Bea's eyes and finds something that lets her know it'd be okay to touch Bea. Her hand lands lightly against her hip. She watches Bea fight off a shiver. "Actually, I'm..."

"Don't say flattered," Bea says in a halting voice, like she's pulling the words out from clenched teeth.

Ava smiles softly. "I won't say that, then." She strokes her thumb across Bea's hipbone. She can't hide the shiver this time. "How about I say... I've been waiting for you to say that."

Bea's eyes widen slightly, her mouth falling open. "You..."

"Me." Ava lowers her hand to Bea's other hip. This time when she steps in, Bea doesn't step back. "And if it's a relief, really. Because I was worried I was the only one feeling this. But I'm not. Right?" A tendril of doubt ripples through her. Maybe she read it wrong.

But Bea just stares at her for a moment before she shakes her nearly imperceptibly. Relief blossoms in her chest.

"Cool. Cool, cool." Ava's smile starts slow but spreads wide. She takes another step in. She can see the panic in Bea's eyes and she wants it to disappear. Her hand tighten a little more purposefully. "So I think we have two options, right? The first is that we totally forget this conversation happened and the next time you start talking in your sleep, I'll ignore it."

Bea's throat bobs as she swallows. "And the second option?"

"I kiss you right now."

"Oh," Bea breathes.

"Oh," Ava echoes with a smile. Bea doesn't move, seemingly frozen. Ava knows she needs to be gentle, to approach this like she's trying to convince a fawn to come closer. So she lifts a hand, rests it against Bea's cheek, and smiles. "Beatrice, I'm going to kiss you."

She doesn't wait. She follows the words right to Bea's lips, pressing her own softly against them. Bea is frozen underneath her and Ava thinks about pulling back before Bea moves, coming alive. Her hand curls around Ava's neck, pulling her back in those few precious inches Ava had put between them. It feels like a long stretch in a patch of sunlight, like coming home and taking off her shoes, like sliding into fresh sheets.

The kiss ebbs into a smile and they stay pressed together like that for a moment before Ava tips her head back, pressing an even softer kiss to Bea's forehead.

"Oh," Bea says again.

Ava smiles. "Same."

"I've been waiting for you to do that," Bea admits. "I couldn't- It couldn't be me."

Ava strokes her thumb across Bea's cheek. "Well, now we've done it. And we're going to keep doing that." It isn't a question, but Bea nods anyway. "In fact, we're going to start right now."

"But breakfast is-"

Ava leans in, stopping the rest of the words. She's never wanted a meal less in her life. Bea doesn't seem to hesitate either, kissing her back instantly. Ava smiles and feels Bea's fingers flex on her neck and feels like they could face anything together and win every time.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #i am just spending my holiday break banging these out so sorry for the spamming in the tag #i decided there needed to be some happiness after all #we can't all thrive on angst can we? no we cannot it's not sustainable #so have some AU switzerland era vibes

[bookishpedia]

Alex: fuck

Ava: language!

Christian: who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch, you ass?

Stella: Language!

Rhys: now that's one crazy motherfucker

Bridget: Language!

Josh: what the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak, bro?

Jules:

Jules: what the fuck

#incorrect quotations #funnytumblr #books #bookstagram #readers community #book memes #ana huang #twisted series #twisted hate

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

Hi Ava, I love your blog so much! How would Reiji react to a s/o with tics, especially if they find it helps or is comforting to hold a hand when they're ticking really badly?

// Thank you so much!! ♡

                                   ┕━♔━┙

Reiji, taking their hand without hesitation: There, there.

Reiji: ...Do not look at me with that puzzled expression, please. You say holding your hand helps to settle you, when this happens, does it not? Why would I do anything other than what will help you, then?

Reiji: Now, do try not to work yourself up anymore. Let yourself calm down, whilst you hold onto my hand.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers collection #the-most-diabolik-of-lovers #ask #react #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki reiji #dialovers #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers ask blog #anonymous

[possibilistfanfiction]

Ava and beatrice foster-fail and adopt a dog, bea’s first concert, idk, one of them goes to the dentist?? Also I know you’re in LA but would love to see them in a Winter Situation haha

'bea,' you say, 'hey, what's wrong?'

she's obviously stressed, sitting very still behind the desk in her home office, clenching her jaw, a little bit of her hair sticking up from, you presume, a nervous tic of running her hands through it.

'is it really bad?'

'the worst,' she says, in such a dramatic way that you know it's all actually fine. the war has been over, now, for a few months — there are leftover battles, loose ends to tie up from time to time, but her pouting seems to be more about — 'it's time for my semiannual dental cleaning. next tuesday, at 2 pm.'

'oh, well, that's chill, right?' the last time you'd been to the dentist, mostly upon bea's insistence, your dentist, dr. pang, had been cool and had even let you look in the toybox usually reserved for kids once you'd finished. maybe because of the halo or just dumb luck, but you hadn't had any cavities. 'you brush your teeth with that fancy toothbrush, like, three times a day, with your little timer. i'm sure your teeth are perfect.'

it doesn't help: beatrice just grimaces. 'i — i just don't like the dentist.'

'that's okay. sometimes we just don't like shit, you know. do you want me to come with? we can get lunch after or something.'

'you would —' she pauses; you'd talked about this recently, in couples counseling, how when you offer to do something for her, it's because you love her, because you want to, and nothing generative comes, for either of you, from her denying what she wants. 'i would actually like that, quite a lot.'

'okay then,' you say. 'next tuesday at 2 pm — you, me, and dr. pang's cool toybox.'

/

you realize very quickly on tuesday at 1:50 pm that 'i don't like the dentist' is a euphemism for 'i'm absolutely terrified of the dentist,' because beatrice is about to break your hand and also vibrate out of her own skin as soon as she pulls into the parking lot.

'do you want to do some grounding exercises or something?'

'no, ava,' she says, irritated, but then gathers herself. 'sorry. no, i'm fine.’ you raise a brow and she just huffs. 'i just don't like someone being that close to my face.'

'you have no problems with me being that close to your face. just imagine that dr. pang is me.'

it gets her to laugh, reluctantly, but you're sure she is imagining it. 'that's more terrifying, actually.'

'okay, me with a degree in dentistry. important edit if you're unwilling to have any imagination.'

she just rolls her eyes.

'you're gonna be just fine,' you say. 'and i'll be there the entire time, okay?'

'yeah,' she says, dragging a hand through her hair and then smoothing it down carefully, checking her reflection in the visor mirror once, and then setting her shoulders like she's about to go into battle; you stifle a laugh; you love her. 'okay.'

/

'you have someone to drive you home and take care of you today? you shouldn't have any pain, but you'll be a little out of it.'

bea nods, stiffly, but then points at where you're sitting in the corner of the waiting room. 'my partner, yes.'

'looking forward to the part where she'll be a little out of it, honestly.'

bea rolls her eyes at you while the receptionist laughs, and then, when bea is done with any paperwork, she comes and sits next to you. you lace your fingers together. 'you know, you've had, like, pretty bad injuries and surgeries and stuff, right?'

'yes, ava, obviously i know that.' she pinches the bridge of her nose. 'it doesn't help me, in this situation, to compare. i know it's — it's not logical, to be so afraid of a cavity filling.'

'nah.' you squeeze her hand. 'that's not what i was gonna say.' you smile at her, like you're not at the dentist's office, like you're out by the beach in the morning after she's surfed and you'd brought donuts and coffee and kiss her and shoo the gulls away. 'i just meant that, you know, i've been scared during those, but i got to hold you afterward and help. and i know you're feeling really scared, but i can be brave for you right now, and then i get to spend all day holding you and taking care of you. which, beatrice, i love to do. okay?'

she tucks her head into your neck, just for a second, just like heaven, and then nods. 'i love you. okay.'

/

bea is ... laughing. at nothing, you're pretty sure, if the blank tv is anything to go off of; she'd fallen asleep in the car on the way home but the second you got her situated on the couch she'd just started, well, giggling, and she hasn't stopped.

'what's so silly?'

she rolls her head toward you, sloppily, and you are so grateful for this time, for this life, for this life: beatrice trusts you — to build a home, and to keep her safe. 'everything,' she says, and then snorts, which makes her laugh even harder.

you smile and kiss her forehead. 'i promised camila i'd record this. keep going, whatever you're vibing with.'

she happily tells a very rambling story about the time you'd tried to make pasta from scratch, interjected with some non-sequitur facts about flamingos, giggling the entire time. she's in her favorite hoodie and joggers and had, very intensely, insisted on taking her socks off. you send the video to camila when she seems to finish on her own, trailing off and then just staring at you with a helpless little smile on her face.

'ava?'

'yes, bea?'

'first, you're so beautiful. i love you so much. can you believe there was ever a time i thought i could spend my entire life not acting on my desires of the flesh?'

you decide to just roll with it. 'honestly? no. you're, like, the gayest person i've ever met.'

'you're jealous when women flirt with me at the bar or the beach.'

you roll your eyes, let yourself trace her freckles and the gentle slope of her nose, scratch your nails gently against the buzzed sides of her hair. 'mostly for fun,' you say. 'i know you're coming home with me at the end of the night.'

'always.'

'did you have a second?'

'what?'

'well, you said first, so, i'm not sure where you were going after that.'

'oh,' she says, and then squints into the distance, like she's trying really hard to remember. 'can we please order thai tonight. i'm thinking about it always, in the back of my mind.'

'always?'

'oh, yes,' she says. 'that green curry fried rice i had last time?' she kisses her fingers and then holds them out. 'life changing.'

you laugh and grab her hand from the air, tuck it against your cheek and kiss her knuckles. 'as long as you let me have the extra spring roll.'

'you know i always let you do that.'

'yeah,' you say, 'you do.'

'ava?'

'yeah, bea?'

'i could tell you that i love you in every language ever spoken and it would never be enough.' she puts your joined hands to her chest. 'there are no words, for how i feel for you.'

you kiss her, even though she tastes kind of weird after her cavity filling. 'i love you too, in all the universes.' i came back for you, you mean, but you don't say it aloud, not now, not when it's sunny and warm and she's open before you, herself. 'now, why don't you nap. i'll turn on something exceedingly dull so you don't get distracted. and i'll order thai.'

'you're the best. i can't wait to marry you one day.'

it makes you feel warm; the halo hums. 'that'll be the best day.'

/

'ava.'

'hmm?'

bea stalks out to where you're drinking coffee on the balcony, the sun already at its mid-morning warmth. she means to look intimidating but she has on a pair of little striped sleep shorts and an old crewneck sweater, one sleeve pulled over her hand and the other pushed up to her elbow; her hair is sticking up around the cowlick in the back, like it always does after she's gotten a fresh haircut and sleeps in.

'what did you send to the group chat?'

'oh, you were in excellent form yesterday,' you say, not sorry at all. 'had a lot of opinions on flamingos and margot robbie. gotta say, can't even hold that one against you. she'd be a great choice for a threesome, i agree.'

'i did not say that.'

her blush is bright and goes all the way down her neck, to the tips of her ears. 'nah, you didn't.' she slumps in relief and you laugh. 'but now i know you think it, which is fun.'

'so... these videos of me, medicated, are — innocuous?'

'yeah, i didn't send the one where you went into detail about you riding my face to our friends who are nuns.'

she sits on the chair next to yours and buries her face in her hands. 'was i a pain?'

'not at all,' you say, and smooth a hand down her spine and then rest it on her neck and massage the tension sitting there. 'you were cute. i like taking care of you.'

'well, i feel coherent today.'

'that's good, they said everything should be normal.'

'i'm sorry,' she says, 'for being scared, and then for being so high.'

you wave her off. 'don't ever apologize for being scared. maybe, at some point, you can apologize if you like, willingly eat too much of an edible or something, but don't apologize for needing meds to help you. i love you.'

she smiles softly. 'thank you.'

'i love you, bea,' you say. 'you gotta understand, okay? i love you, i love you, i love you.'

she kisses you, softly, and she tastes like regular toothpaste and home.

'i do want to state, for the record, though, that i have never had a cavity, and now, you have had two.'

she groans. 'don't remind me.'

#let beatrice be scared & human 2k23! #ava is like ah. the love of my life. being mildly insane. incredible #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #i WILL fill a winter prompt soon!

[bazaarwords]

beatrice helping ava improve her handwriting?

snippets of ava and bea traveling to switzerland?

the immediate aftermath following their argument in the apartment and finding out mary died?

thanks for the prompts, anon! just a little something quick—i did the first one (and i may end up doing the others, or continuing this one... or both)

-

“Ava. Ava, what does this say?”

Ava is neck-deep in the cryptic knowledge of her brand-new recipe book, and can’t immediately look up. She’ll look, of course, eventually.

It’s Beatrice, and she’s always looking at Beatrice.

But right now she’s retreated into her mind palace where she can look for an ephemeral filing cabinet that’s hiding the definition for the word chuchichäschtli, which at this point she feels like she should know. They’ve been here for weeks and she isn’t completely fluent in Swiss German.

Pathetic, Ava, come on.

She’s almost found the file when a piece of stationary slides over the word she doesn’t know, and replaces it with—

“Eggs and milk,” she reads, “or maybe… milk and… okay. I was in a hurry. I also had oil on my hands from… damn, what was it?”

Beatrice takes the paper back and looks it over, closer this time. She worries at the inside of her cheek while she does this, which is very bad for Ava’s brain and its higher functions. Bad for all its functions, really. Ava’s noticed recently (because there is not a single thing she can’t notice about Beatrice, not a single thing she doesn’t want to) that she’s developed a number of nervous tics. Some are easy—a bouncing leg, wringing hands, pacing. Others are terrifying—repeatedly tossing a knife, repeatedly throwing a knife. More still are little things, things Ava is pretty sure no one else notices. She’s also pretty sure she doesn’t want anyone else to notice.

She’s been called impulsive and is, in fact, impulsive, so she follows the lesser of five unique impulses and reaches up to smooth a hand over Bea’s cheek.

Bea doesn’t turn her head, just cuts her eyes at Ava. It would scare her, but it does something else entirely.

“Your going to cut your mouth up if you keep doing that,” she says, a whopping ten times softer than she’d intended. “Which will suck for you because I'm trying to make the world's most delicious lemon tart.”

Not a tic, but another little thing Ava is predisposed to notice: Bea stands like someone’s attached a metal rod to her spine, and takes a sharp little breath. Ava has discovered through careful study (Beatrice is the only thing she studies carefully) that she does this to calibrate her senses. Usually, after Ava has done something stupid.

“We need to improve your handwriting,” Beatrice says, like nothing’s happened. “If we ever need you to send a missive or—“

As much as she’d wanted to live in the previous moment, Ava knows better. She laughs instead, moves right along. “I think I’m the last person you want as a pen pal.”

“It’s a valuable—it’s one of the most valuable life skills one can have, Ava. You can’t just… never write anything.”

“Well if you look carefully…” Here come the impulses again—she crowds Bea against the door frame to their kitchen (their kitchen is something she will put in one of those little filing cabinets, for later) and points down at her chicken scratch. “I did write something.”

Bea is like a stone pillar. “Legibility is a vitally important part of writing,” she says like she’s being forced.

Ava groans, as theatrically as she can physically manage. “Fine, Miss—huh. I don’t know your last name. How do—Bea, what’s your last name?” Beatrice is already in the other room. “Is it Jesus? Christ? You know, I never really figured out what the whole married to God thing—“

“Ava.” Beatrice says, absolutely a command, and Ava stops. Like a goofy little trained dog. Jesus. “Get a pen.”

#warrior nun #save warrior nun #wn #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #writing prompts #prompts #writing #fanfiction #fic #my fics #my writing #fanfic #my fanfiction

[merloksdigitaltoes]

Draw the knights playing tic tac toe on Ava’s forehead

sure.

I don't think these two are gonna get to download nexo power any time soon.

#wizard more like rizzard #the knights are nexos #nexo knights #merloks digital toes #nexoknights #nexo #milkisvibin #you ask toes answers #axl #aaron fox #aaron fox nexo knights #axl nexo knight #ava prentis nexo knights #ava with a receeding hairline

[girlsgenerati0n]

tagged by @loveshack to list 7 songs & then tag 7 people (ty kas 😋💙)

picture by hyo!

ringo by itzy!

choose your fighter by ava max!

intoxicating by key!

b-list by chanmina!

tic tic tok by got7!

oh my god by adele!

i'm tagging: @ruoxin @shykorok @rosedews @staycgrls @songbirdbbh @creaminmysoda @bj-wnjn & anyone else who wants to do it!! 💖

#mrs. worldwide.... KJABKJEB #{ *•.¸♡ 🐚 ✿ }

[writing-fanics]

I’m currently working on a how Jonah met the reader, and readers daughter Ava.. currently so far they met while y/n was working at a restaurant he heard good reviews about and decided to try it out..

Y/n was forced to bring Ava to work because the babysitter canceled last minute couldn’t find a substitute so brought her to work with things to keep her entertained until the end of the shift.

After working for couple of hours they wait a table where no other then Jonah. It starts off with him asking what’s their favorite from the restaurant and they give him their favorite and it’s starts off with small playful banter.

Ava though is what draws them close somewhat, she dropped her Ariel (Jodi Version since the live action one hadn’t come out yet)

He picked it up for her and small conversation ensued, he noticed her ariel shirt and little mermaid backpack. Eventually they started playing tic tac toe on the kids menu together.

Y/n though Ava was bothering him but he told them that she wasn’t, and they they were actually having fun. Ava talks about how much she loves the little mermaid and is excited to see the live action one cause it comes out on her birthday.

Ava sadly had to leave though when his food arrived, but before she did he told her a secret.. that he’d actually prince Eric in the film and he watched as she didn’t believe him for a moment. but then he showed her a picture of him and Halle in the costumes and her eyes lit up before she blurted out

he told her to keep it a secret and she nodded. Not before giving him a hug and walking back to her table excitedly.

You didn’t know why a stranger taking time out of their day to play with your daughter melted your heart. When you gave him the check he told you that he sees why it’s your favorite cause it was good.

And you smiled.. handing him the check not before thanking him for playing with your daughter and he shook his head saying that she’s absolutely adorable and is lucky to have you as a parent Which caused you to blush

Currently working on this

#jonah hauer king x you #Jonah hauer king x reader #Jonah hauer king x y/n

[90s-html-lesbians]

ava and the ocs sometimes play tic tac toe with pictures of adriel and/or vincent and their gigantic foreheads

#warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister camila #lilith villaumbrosia #sister lilith #sister shannon #shannon masters #shotgun mary #mother superion #sister dora #sister yasmine #yasmine amunet #wn #headcanons #hcs

[the-pinstriped-hood]

ok ok for any/all of your ocs <3

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself?

Cylas!!! *Squee* I can't thank you enough!!! I cherry pick OCS so some might show up for answers, others might not...eh...

Question One: Stillness

I think the one OC I have excluding AU versions to be fidgety, is most definitely, Izzy.

I HC her to chew her tongue, it's a rare quirk and she won't even notice she's doing it but it sounds like she's chewing gum. Her clothing which is rather outdoor casual, something light and breeze like open flannel shirts and tank tops which gives her plenty of room to move around in so she's comfortable when she's sitting down or laying down. I'd like to say yeah she fidgets. Girl constantly has at least one cosmic quandary on her mind at all times so, she's always thinking.

Question Two: Texture

Let's see.....Percy (AoA AU, normal timeline) definitely has some interesting clothing tastes because of where she's decided to take root, which is in Louisiana. She likes open flowy blouses, usually made of a lighter cloth close to silk. Definitely in more autumn colors because the shimmery tops make her feel under dressed. Her pencil skirts are usually a medium weight stretchy fabric. She likes the free feeling of a skirt in any fabric except for Leather.

Question Three: Favorite

I have multiple answers for this Question,

Percy's bracelet from Ava, Johnny's lucky lighter from his time in Vietnam, Archie's first computer chip when he was just being created, Izzy has her Dad's telescope....

Percy has a matching charm bracelet with Bo, one she wears very often because she loves it so much and wants to keep her sisters, brothers in law and fiancee close in her thoughts.

Johnny May, my zombified radio broadcaster did time in the Vietnam War, the lighter he carries with him at all times was given to him by a deceased friend of his while they were in the war together. He carries it and refills it even while undead.

Archie was created by Mathias Madison after fleeing the Organization. The computer chip he was first made with is always with him especially while human. He turned the chip into a bracelet.

When Izzy left home, her father, Dr. Mathias Madison, gave his daughter his old telescope to keep with her while on her travels. It's got a few scuffs and scratches but is in fairly good condition.

Question Four: Change

All of my OCS have gotten some change one way or the other but the main ones are:

Percy

Percy's biggest change was swapping out half of her secretary-esque wardrobe for flannel shirt, jeans and sneakers whenever there's gruesome work to be done. (Getting blood out of a blouse and having it stay nice is a pain!) She's also dyed her black hair, a cobalt color for a while and enjoying that. She's definitely felt more free and less constricted not wearing business formal attire.

Izzy

Izzy's change was more biological instead of fashion based. The unusual biology of her body when she goes into her alien form, she's equated to that of the Pokemon, Eevee. In which certain moods crop up in sense, like for example Extreme Bloodlust; Her body will take on an eerie more Eldritch form if she cannot contain it. 9/10 she can. And has learned to change her form on her own and finds it cool that her body can do this!

Johnny May

Johnny was once human, but after being horrifically murdered, was dumped in a grave. Some Eldritch force woke him however and he became undead, eating the grey matter of other humans will allow him to gain back his mental faculties until he gets hungry again. He's thankful that his voice has not been altered and is no stranger to the supernatural, so he's alright with his change.

Question Four: Alternate part 1

Percy herself has a few alternative versions of herself including Bunny from the Fallen Angels Band AU with the Sinclair's which spawned Claudia, Thalia from the Alt Darrell AU, and The Olympian AU where she is a teenager and a daughter of Hades.

Izzy has an Olympian AU self becoming a Daughter of Zeus

Archie is also in the Olympian AU as a son of Hephaestus

I would like to add Johnny in the Olympian AU as a son of Ares returning home from war.

Question Four: Alternate part 2

I would love to have Percy in a Pokemon AU as an Ice type gym leader!!! I've thought about it long and hard and am 100% set on having her Partner Pokemon being an Alolan Ninetales. (ice/fairy) it's a perfect contrast to Bo's partner Pokemon being a Houndoom (fire/dark).

Thank you Cy for sending me these I'm sorry it's so late! I love you you adorable blue haired goober!!!

#cy asks #pin speaks #Percy Jones #Johnny May #Izzy Madison #Pokemon

[steadypoetrydinosaur]

I remember you, part 3

Toby x y/n

I knew that voice it was Jack and his friends, probably here to beat my ass for his girlfriend. I let out a sigh of frustration. Do you n-now them? Toby asked. I think? I responded not knowing how to answer the question. Y-you thi-think? Toby asked, obviously confused. Long story but I kinda lost my memory and only remembered my necessits. O-oh, why ar-are they looking fo-for you? He asked a little anger showing in his voice when he heard them yell for me again. Hehe Oh um well I may or may not have stabbed his girlfriend in the leg. Wait wh-what why? He sounded a little impressed. Um we-, when I was about to finish my sentence a cracking sound. What the- .before I could even react to it a branch that I was grabbing onto snapped from my grasp. And I began to fall from this tree but before I fell too far something grabbed my foot. I looked up and I saw Toby grabbing my foot! What are you doing? Um sa-saving you? Toby responded with a little shock in his voice. Why, aren't you supposed to kill me or something, I mean not like I want you to drop me but why? Wh-what are you ta-talking about? He responded. I mean it's not like you chased me up a tree for no reason, just to scare me and also those hatches don't make you less scary good sir! O-oh? Y/n, Jack the bitch screamed we are coming in and you're dead! Toby quickly dragged me back into the tree, but this time right next to him. I was really grateful I didn't wear a dress today, like my mother had been telling me to do. Oh y/n, Jack said.clearly visible from where I was. Come out, come out wherever you are. Toby's Tics began to get worse, I wondered if his emotions affected them. I've always been curious about differences, but in a good way. Like people with different colors on their skin. Is absolutely beautiful. It's like art matches all of their bodys. And Toby's voice is giving me the same curiosity, so different and beautiful. Even though most people I know who have things like this hate having it and think it's ugly or too different. But to me they're beautiful. Y/n! Cut me out of my thoughts and I realized Jack was right next to the tree we were huffing in. Toby stiffened up a bit. Like he was anxious, like he was also hidden from Jack, but why? I wondered if he knew jack or something like that. Oh dear y/n! If you come out now you won't get that hurt but if you don't! Jack says with a smirk taking out a gun and firing it straight up, you're going to regret it!! I felt a slight breeze go past my leg. The bullet hit a nearby branch. My startled yelp made Jake no exactly where I was, as he looked up with a grin. Oh Ava! My dear come down! It'll be painless I swear! I noticed Toby growing a bit angry as he tightened his grip. Oh Ava?! Come down! He yelled, picking up a hatchet and throwing up directly at me and Toby's branch. It hit the branch right next to me, I screamed, startling Toby enough he loosened his grip and I began to fall, I reached out trying to grab something. It happened so fast I didn't even realize when I had grabbed a branch. I looked up realizing Toby had already started to climb down to me. I was hanging on with one of my hands, as I began to slip I grabbed on with my other hand. Oh y/n!? Are you hanging out up there!?

#toby x listener #fictional

[avulleonastick]

@toasthaste tagged me for a "put your playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that pop out" thing, so!

(I'm using my "liked songs" playlist on Spotify.)

1: High on Life (by Afterklaps)

I had to actually double check I shuffled, because this is in the most recent like, ten songs I've liked. Also, it fucking slaps I love it so much. I've listened to it on repeat for like, hours, and I'm still not tired of it. (This is very rare, normally I play songs until I hate them.)

2: Killer in the Mirror (by Set It Off)

Set It Off! I'm glad they are here, they are probably my favorite band like, by the numbers. I've listened to their entire discography and liked half of it. (They're like, angry white boy punk rock, but not quite as misogynistic as most of that genre feels.) This song in particular reminds me of taking long walks through this park near one of my old apartments, because I did that a lot while I was in my listening-to-set-it-off phase.

I still sometimes seek out Set It Off and listen to their songs! I have not totally played them out, which is cool.

3: This Ain't Nothing (by Craig Morgan)

Country Music! This is an important part of my, like, history or whatever. I grew up listening to country music, so it will permanently have a soft spot in my art even though a lot of it is Big Yikes. This song is Little Yikes. I still like it! I had a big country kick last year where I liked a whole bunch of country songs from the nineties and early aughts that lasted about two weeks (a good two weeks though!) Anyways that was before I transitioned most of country music feels worse because i know the singers would hate me now anyways!

4: NONSTOP (by OH MY GIRL)

K-pop! I love k-pop! There is respectable k-pop, and then there's horny pandering k-pop. This is horny pandering k-pop. Not maximally so (thank god I didn't get stuck with any EXID songs), but still pretty pandery! Anyways I listened to this song... NONSTOP (heh, but actually). I really like it.

I got into k-pop when I was learning Korean, and it stuck because it is objectively Peak Pop.

5: Whiskey Lullaby (feat Allison Krauss) (by Brad Paisley)

It's the Country Suicide Song! It's about suicide! It was very popular when I was in high school! It's also very good! Probably don't listen to it if you are troubled by suicidal ideation!

It contains the line "So he a bottle to his head, and pulled the trigger", which is a line that has lived rent free in my head for the last like fifteen years.

(Also yes, that is the Accidental Racist guy. This other stuff is better than that.)

6: 東京IMAGINE (by Carat) (Read "Tokyo IMAGINE")

J-pop! I have listened to a lot of J-pop because when I immerse myself in Japanese I also try and listen to lots of Japanese music. Tragically, I generally don't like Japanese music as much as I like English or Korean music. It sucks, and I am very mad about it. My life is very hard.

This song slaps, though. I found Carat fairly recently, and I love them a lot.

7: Maybe You're the Problem (by Ava Max)

Ava Max! I found her in the last year and I love her music so much. It is very Angry Heterosexual Girl Power which is sometimes a surprise to me because I sometimes forget straight women exist. Her songs rock, though. Probably the first genuinely excellent Spotify Radio I've ever had was based on an Ava Max song, where I got more Ava Max songs and a whole bunch of other pop artists with similar sounds.

8: Empire (by Beth Crowley)

I have nothing in particular to say about this song. I recognized the name, but didn't actually remember what it sounds like. I'm listening to it now, though, and I remember it and it slaps. I dig it.

9: Tic Tic Toc (by T-ARA)

T-ARA! One of my first favorite k-pop bands! I found T-ARA through the Japanese covers of their own songs when I was doing japanese immersion way back when. I loved those songs so much, I listened to them so much like... way back in sophomore year of college. I still love them, but not quite as much as I loved them then. This is not my favorite of their songs.

Also I hear there was some pretty horrible in-group bullying that went on in that group which makes me vaguely uncomfortable when I listen to them.

10: Get the F*ck out of Here (by Kobra and The Lotus)

I legit didn't recognize this song name, but I recognized the first couple bars when I played it. It slaps, but I have no particular feelings about it. It is metal, though! That is good! I like metal a lot, and it's important that it's represented here. Alas, I wish this was Battle Beast, my Favorite Metal Band. Or, alternatively, Smash into Pieces, the most prolific band in all of history which I mostly like.

I'm not going to tag people because I'm a Coward! But you should also do this, and then lie and say I told you to do it! Interact with me! Shower me in attention!

#me talking about me #ask meme #or like #something adjacent to that

[cmvlfoy]

[ character bio - Cassie Malfoy;  the most dangerous woman of all is the one who refuses to rely on your sword to save her because she carries one of her own. ]

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Cassiopeia Narcissa Malfoy Meaning of name: Cassiopeia; queen in Greek mythology, she who chooses to excel.  Character’s nickname: Cass, Cassie Birth date: September 13th, 2004 Age: 27 Zodiac: Virgo

Nationality / Species: English, French, witch Languages Spoken: English, French Orientation: heterosexual Blood Status: pure-blood Army Affiliation: The Resistance

Physical appearance

Height: 5′1 Body build: petite Eye color: green Hair color: blonde Type of hair: extremely curly Glasses or contacts: Face claim: Aly Michalka  Distinguishing marks:  Predominant features: her light blonde curls Tattoos: Voice / Accent: posh, upper-class Usual fashion of dress: girly; lots of pink and glitter

Personality

Good personality traits: calm, compassionate, independent, intelligent, poised. Bad personality traits: brash, cunning, obsessive, over-critical, reserved. Personality Type: INTJ, “the Architect;” introverted, creative, love perfection. Character Label: The Queen Bee Patronus: Albino Peacock What would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil: she’s always been terrified she’ll carry her mother’s blood curse, or that it’ll pass down to one of her kids If granted one wish, it would be: to erase her mother’s blood curse Character’s soft spot: her boyfriend, even when he’s annoying her Is this soft spot obvious to others: extremely Etc.: she has an obsessive personality and hyper-focuses on things

Eight Song Playlist

Kings & Queens; Ava Max Paris; Taylor Swift 7 rings; Ariana Grande Future Nostalgia; Dua Lipa Joan of Arc on the Dance Floor; Aly & AJ Lavender Haze; Taylor Swift Salute; Little Mix Break Free; Ariana Grande

Past

Hometown: Wiltshire, England Childhood: grew up in Malfoy Manor, sheltered from the public’s view of her family Dream job: healer Education: Hogwarts House: Slytherin 

Present

Current location: muggle London, England Currently living with: her boyfriend and two children Pets: Daisy; golden retriever puppy. Occupation: potions professor at Hogwarts

Family

Boyfriend: Hugo Weasley Daughter: Ilsa Rosalie Malfoy-Weasley Son: Lucien Pascal Malfoy-Weasley Mother: Astoria Greengrass Relationship: she was close to her mother, but it became strained after the divorce. Father: Draco Malfoy  Relationship: she has a strong relationship with her father and is very close to him. she’s always taken more after Draco in personality and how she acts. Twin: Scorpius Malfoy Relationship: she’s got a good relationship with her twin brother. Brother: Dylan Parkinson Relationship: he’s not her brother by blood, but due to the close relationship their parents had, they grew up like siblings and remained as close. Maternal Grandparents: Alden and Veda Greengrass Relationship: she has a positive relationship with them, but not terribly close. Paternal Grandparents: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy Relationship: she’s very close to them both. Other important family members: Andromeda Tonks (grand-aunt), Daphne Greengrass (aunt), Teddy Lupin Potter (cousin), Iris Potter (cousin.)

Favorites

Color: pink Least favorite color: grey, black, anything dark Music: muggle pop, classical Food: Italian, she’s not picky as long as it’s vegetarian Literature: romance, historical fiction

Habits

Musical instrument: piano Sport: she played quidditch in school and did ballet when she was younger Spending habits: probably has a clothes addiction Smokes: no. Drinks: an occasional glass of wine, but nothing ever more than that Other drugs: no Extremely skilled at: flying, potions, horseback riding, fashion Extremely unskilled at: baking and cooking Nervous tics: she starts obsessively organizing things

Traits

Optimist or pessimist: depends, can be extremely pessimistic if she’s in the mood Introvert or extrovert: introvert Daredevil or cautious: cautious Logical or emotional: logical Disorderly or methodical: methodical Prefers working or relaxing: working Confident or unsure of himself: confident Animal lover: yes, in moderation

Relationships with others

Love interest: Hugo Weasley Best friends: Marcie Graves-Weasley, Dylan Parkinson, Lily Potter Close friends: Rose Weasley Exes: Alec Carlyle; Ilsa’s birth father. the relationship was extremely toxic and from a family with strong Death Eater ties. Cassie ended it before she found out she was pregnant. She never told him about Ilsa and Hugo adopted her.

Short Bio

To say that Cassie was sheltered growing up would be putting it lightly. Her father was fiercely protective, due to their family’s past, but she didn’t know why. She learned why Draco kept them sheltered right before they went to Hogwarts. Her grandfather’s past hit her the most since she’d always been close to Lucius. Cassie was also Draco’s shadow. She didn’t like either of her parents being disappointed in her, but it was taken to an entirely new level when it was her father. After her parents divorced, she latched more onto him. At school, she was unsurprisingly sorted into Slytherin. She excelled in her classes and played seeker, like Draco. She doesn’t much believe in blood purity and kept away from anything Dark Arts related because she didn’t want to interfere with the work her family had done to clear the Malfoy name.

#[ 𝗯𝗶𝗼 ] #[ 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] #[ 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 ]