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sunlightwanda · 4 months
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Who they thought committed arson:
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The actual arsonist:
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wn-incorrect · 1 year
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*on a hike*
Beatrice: it's beautiful out here
Camila: and quiet
Beatrice: too quiet
Camila: did we lose someone?
*cut to Ava and Lilith fighting a bear*
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thunderon · 1 year
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the “i take requests” “i request silence” scene with them in episode 8 literally lives in my head rent free
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whaledocboi · 1 year
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hi, me and my girlfriend have seen you across the bar and we really hate your vibe. we'll beat the shit out of you now. run.
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onceuponaweirdo · 5 months
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Beatrice and Lilith sitting at boarding school, sitting in front of a pentagram drawn in chalk with scribbled runes around it. Before the pentagram was an alter with offerings of various natures, a skull and lit up candles.
— I'm not sure we should be doing that Lilith.
— You're the one who wanted to do it in the first place! - Lilith glared at her - You want to back out now that we have all of this put together?
— I thought we were going to play with an Ouija board! - Beatrice whisper-yelled - Not have a full seance to summon Lucifer in our room, in a Catholic boarding school!
— Well you should have said that, now we gotta finish it, lets go.
Beatrice sighed, scared for what could come of what they were about to do. And concerned, if they were caught doing something like this it could result in them both being expelled.
They turned, facing each other and held hands as they had seen in the video. With their eyes closed they did a personal prayer first and then started to recite the instructed words that were written out on the book in front of them.
She felt her hands start sweating and Lilith's grip on her hand tighten when a breeze swept the room and some things flew astray. Still they kept citing the words and putting their intents towards it, regret plagued their hearts when all the candles were blown off. They jumped into each others arms, eyes wide open, hearts beating astray in their chests, hands over their mouth in pure horror.
Beatrice was the first to move, in a near sprint, she raced to turn on the lights and before she could swipe her eyes over the room she was back by Lilith's side holding onto her childhood best friend for dear life.
— Was that fun?
A giggly dulcet voice sounded somewhere in the room and they both let out loud terrified screams as they looked towards where the voice came.
There in front of them on top of Lilith's bed were two girls staring right at them. One laid on her stomach with her tilted head perched on her intertwined fingers looking at them with mischief and mirth and something else they could not place. The other was sitting up against the headboard, with her legs and arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips and a hungry look in her eyes. They were the image of sinful beauty, inside red dresses left nothing to the imagination, their feets were bare of footwear, but they had some weird looking inscriptions that seemed to crawl up their legs the more they looked at it.
— So? - the one sitting up asked ‐ Was it fun?
When neither of the girls on the floor answered, too shocked to utter any words not at all believing what they were experiencing. The girls on the bed got up on their feet and glide across the floor as if they were floating to stand in front of them.
— I'm Camila and this is Ava. - said the smirky curly haired girl - Daddy is busy, but we would love to play.
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pattdork · 1 year
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Lilith: I love you so much.
Camila: Wait. You're talking to your wings, aren't you?
Lilith: Don't be jealous. * pretending to joke * you could always go out with me...
Camila: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?
* 10 minutes and a gay panic later *
Ava: And you just ran away?!
Lilith: I didn't expect her to flirt back!
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foulbearobservation · 8 months
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Need some monster Lilith waking up panicked after dreaming of eviscerating Camila in the most monstrous and graphic of ways. Lilith checking over a sleepy, confused Camila for injuries. Lilith asking over and over if Camila is OK, if she is injured, if it hurts anywhere. Camila having to distract Lilith with kisses to calm her down. Monster Lilith being afraid of herself and Camila having none of it for the win.
Lilith wakes up with blood over her eyes. This is not a new experience, really. She wakes up in one of three ways and this week it seems that 'eyes covered in blood' is just barely beating out 'violently bolting upright'.
All told, it's been a pretty shitty week.
The only not shitty thing about this week lays beside her, curled into a little ball. Lilith blinks once, twice, reaches over for the washrag she keeps on the nightstand just for this purpose, and cleans her eyes. She doesn't bother turning on the lamp, she can see just as well in the dark.
She gives herself to the count of ten before she slides a hand along Camila's back. She doesn't want to wake Cami up, necessarily, but the vision of Camila gutted on the ground beneath her is one that Lilith needs to dissuade before she spirals completely. Cami moves with the hand along her back, stretching out and rolling onto her back. She blinks up at Lilith, not expecting her to be awake and startles slightly when she sees Lilith's faintly glowing eyes looking down at her.
"Baby?"
Lilith slides her hand under the too large hoodie Camila had worn to bed. She slowly drags her hand up Camila's stomach and Camila hums softly.
"Is this," Camila luxuriates in the feeling of Lilith's warm hands, "dream or nightmare?"
Lilith stalls only momentarily but it's enough for Camila's sleepy brain to catch up. She wiggles her way out of the hoodie and holds open her arms for Lilith to cuddle into.
Lilith's hands continue their careful route, counting each of Camila's scars, taking inventory of each and every one.
She drags her nail up a particularly long one that extends from Camila's hip to just under her left breast.
"Don't start something you can't finish." Camila mumbles, eyes closed but a faint smile on her face.
Lilith leans down, taking her lips on the same journey her hands just went on. "Who said I can't finish what I start?"
A soft exhale of laughter. "You've still got a little—" Camila reaches up and blindly taps on the corner of her right eye.
Lilith continues pressing soft kisses to the litany of scars on Camila's body. She blinks more blood out of her eyes, and a few flakes of it land on the pale expanse of Camila's skin.
As if sensing the wave that threatens to pull Lilith under, Camila grabs her hand and pulls it up so it rests just above her heart. "I love you. You're okay." She says, voice soft with sleep and immeasurable affection.
Lilith presses a kiss to the scar that sits right between her breasts. "You're okay." Lilith repeats back to her, mumbling into her sleep warmed skin.
"I'm okay."
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false-wendigo · 12 days
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Thinking about Lilith, in the future when she's finally settled, having a garden
It starts with the first time she buys Camila flowers. She's so nervous about finding a good gift, wants so badly to get it right and flowers are something people give their partner so it must not be a bad idea.
Standing in the florist shop looking at all of the options. What type of flower, what color, should she get a mix or go with the traditional bouquet of red roses?
She sees the cut stems of flowers already wilting, severed from their parent plant. Dead. Decaying. She decides she doesn't want to give Camila dead things. One dead thing in her life is enough, Lilith thinks. She picks out a little plant with a colorful terracotta pot, something Alive.
Camila Loves it. But here's the thing, Camila has the opposite of a green thumb. She's a technology wiz, an amazingly skilled warrior, and she's good at people. She just doesn't get plants.
By the end of the first week the poor thing's leaves are already wilting. So Lilith takes it upon herself to care for it. Turns out, she's really good at it.
The little guy perks back up and then some, flourishing. The next month the amount of plants doubles then doubles again. Soon their whole living space is green with ivies, purple with calatheas, red with angel wings, any color she could find.
When they get their own house with a yard she starts growing plants that she couldn't inside. All kinds of pretty pollinator attracting plants including sunflowers, Cam's favorite, and fruits and vegetables they can cook with.
The first time Cam talks Lilith into having Beatrice and Ava over for dinner they use food from her garden.
Ava is first through the door, bustling in with a bright grin on her face.
Your home is so beautiful she says before kissing Camila on each cheek in greeting. Then bounces to a stop in front of Lilith, presenting her with a bears paw succulent.
A home warming present she calls it. Lilith doesn't cry.
Another time Beatrice gives Lilith a bonsai. Something good she can shape on her own. Maybe she cries a little, after Beatrice is gone.
I just think gardener Lilith is so neat. It's kind of antithetical to everything Lilith is, or at least what people think of her. Incompetent (her mother), uncaring (Mary at one point), a monster (she's working on not feeling that one herself). She's able to give life to the world, make it better in this simple way. It becomes a type of meditation for her.
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sunlightwanda · 4 months
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Sexy people ship all four of them together
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wn-incorrect · 1 year
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Beatrice: Lilith isn’t answering her phone
Camila: I’ll call
Ava: Bea and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Lilith: Hello?
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imnotevencatholic · 10 months
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Lilith when Camila says she loves her
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whaledocboi · 8 months
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“Why are you working so hard to avoid Mother Superion? She would love to see you too.”
“I very much doubt that.”
“It’s true. Come with me back to the cradle—“
“No. No, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“… I’m fairly certain seeing the disappointment in her eyes would kill me.”
“Disappointment? She’s not disappointed—“
“Well, she should be. I failed her. I failed her, and Mary, and you, and you should all be very disappointed in me.”
“Lilith…”
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i forgive you
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daisychainsandbowties · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/? Rating: Explicit
words: 5k
Summary:
Beatrice and Lilith are two perfectly normal, poorly-adjusted postdocs, living on a remote island in Antarctica. They circle like a pair of shy electrons, in stiff silence punctuated by weird longing. That is, until Ava Silva and the new pro-diver, Camila, show up on Anvers Island.
Things were weird before that, but they're a lot weirder afterwards.
or, a Palmer Station au!
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solarsleepless · 4 months
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YEAHJASJHJASEJ YEAH
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foulbearobservation · 9 months
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just thinking abt lilith curling up around camila and kissing the back of her neck where The Cross is and it makes her lips feel all tingly and weird but most importantly it makes camila's shoulders relax and she breathes easier and snuggles in a little bit deeper and camila will never be Okay, exactly, about The Cross and its purpose and its connection to this man who hurt the world so terribly (who hurt her sisters horribly) (who hurt lilith so badly that she is still picking up the shards of her shattered self) but lilith has not left her and lilith kisses The Cross every chance she gets and one day maybe camila will heal enough to shift those words into lowercase but for now this is enough
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