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4reology · 4 months

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she's back... right?

commissioned by 🧡 sleepyweresheep 🧡 x x x

#dark ava #ava silva #warrior nun #warrior nun fanart #peep the divinium ring #peep bea's ocs necklace #sheep is a genius

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hypertic · 4 months

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(Dark) Ava is a master manipulator

I don’t think Dark Ava would be a weapon because she’s the halo bearer, she would be a weapon because she’s Ava.

She’s earned everyone’s trust and love, but she also has the perfect skillset to lie and manipulate everyone.

Just think about it: she’s spent 12 years where her connection with other people was her words and her face. It’s her only entertainment and, besides Diego, her conscience is her only company. She’s also pretty observant, since it’s one of the few things she can do.

12 years surrounded by people who despise her and think she’s a burden, clearly she must’ve developed a system: find a pattern, then their weakness, and say just what’s right to get what she needs, to get that one person to act just how she predicted.

It’s why she’s specially good at making the nuns mad, because for her it’s easy. It’s another skill, overdeveloped since there’s nothing else for her to do.

Of course, once she’s out into the world, there’s no need for her to play with people like that. Those people don’t hate her, they haven’t hurt her, and Ava can be free and enjoy every aspect of life she wasn’t able to. She can be genuine and open with her emotions.

So she’s sent back, evil and barely herself, but nobody knows that; nobody notices that. And so begins Reya’s master mind game, solely executed by Ava, and she does it perfectly.

No one would question Ava, who always wears her heart on her sleeve, who’s sacrificed her life for the OCS, and who’s just got back from one of the most trauma inducing places ever imagined.

(maybe her only weakness is Beatrice, the one memory Ava held on to for the longest time, the one they took every trick and power in Reya to wash away)

#avatrice #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #writing #ava x beatrice #dark ava #i need it #wlw

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spencerreidswhore187 · 3 months

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Hymn for Her (5)

Ava x Beatrice (Warrior Nun)

Summary: The discovery of a resurrected Ava, believed to be lost, sends ripples through Bea's reality, filling her heart with both joy and trepidation. However, the reunion takes a harrowing twist when Ava, transformed by otherworldly forces, becomes an unexpected adversary, unleashing violence upon the Order of the Cruciform Sword. Ava finds herself entangled in a relentless battle against the forces of darkness, the mystery behind her descent into darkness deepens. Meanwhile, Bea grapples with the conflicting emotions of love and despair, haunted by dreams that connect her to Ava's tortured soul.

T/W: Descriptions of violence, blood and gore. Brief mentions of alcohol, guns and other weapons. Please let me know if I forgot to add something.

Word Count: 0.5k

Part One: An Unholy Darkness

Part Two: Echoes of Darkness

Part Three: Whispers in the Shadows

Part Four: Dance with Shadows

Part Five: Embrace of Light

Bea lay motionless on the cold ground. Torn and blood-stained, she appeared almost lifeless, a mere echo of the fierce warrior she once embodied. Ava, driven by fear, frantically pulled her body onto her lap, brushing the soft strands out of Bea’s face.

"Bea," Ava breathed, the fragility of her plea hung in the air, mixing with the acrid scent of blood. "Please, don't leave me."

Barely clinging to consciousness, Bea managed a weak smile, her voice a gentle melody in the midst of the quiet chaos. "You did it, Ava. We did it."

Ava's trembling hands gently cradled Bea's wound.

"I can’t lose you," Ava confessed, her voice choked with the weight of emotions that the brutal reality of death had thrust upon her.

Bea's fingers, stained with the blood of battle, traced a soothing pattern on Ava's cheek, the touch a comforting reassurance in the stillness of the aftermath. "No goodbyes, remember?" she whispered, her voice carrying the comforting cadence of a familiar melody that spoke of enduring love.

Ava's tears fell freely as she pressed her forehead against Bea's, their breaths intermingling in the quiet desperation of the moment. “I love you.”

While Ava clung to Bea, the halo began to glow with an ethereal light, casting a soft, otherworldly glow that seemed amplified by the sacred sword. The healing energy it emitted sought out Bea's wounds, its touch gentle and transformative, weaving a tapestry of restoration.

Regaining strength, Bea's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soothing warmth that permeated her being. The pain that had once gripped her body began to ebb away, replaced by a comforting sensation as if the very fabric of her being was being meticulously mended.

Unaware, Ava continued to hold Bea with a desperation that transcended the physical realm. The wounds on Bea's body closed, leaving only faint traces of the battles fought. The halo's glow intensified, its radiance now a testament to the unseen forces that guided their shared destiny.

"You saved me," Bea whispered, her voice carrying the weight of gratitude.

Ava, still immersed in her emotional turmoil, met Bea's gaze. "I thought…I thought I lost you," she repeated, the words a mantra of disbelief and relief.

Feeling the warmth of the healing energy that surrounded them, Bea reached up to caress Ava's cheek. "You found me, Ava. You brought me back."

Ava and Bea clung to each other in the glow of the fading halo. Bea smiled, the expression holding the warmth of gratitude and the undeniable strength of their love. "Whatever darkness you faced, you brought us back into the light."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ava leaned down to press a tender kiss on Beatrice's forehead. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow upon the sacred space, where Beatrice's fingers gently traced Ava's features.

"Do you still want me to teach you to dance?" Beatrice asked, the question carrying a hopeful note.

Ava's eyes, once filled with tears of despair, now sparkled with a playful glint. "Only if you'll let me show you how to drink."

Bea leant forward and pressed her lips against Ava’s. As they clung to each other, the courtyard seemed to breathe with a newfound sense of hope and a recognition of the unwavering resilience of a warrior nun who had faced the shadows and emerged into the embrace of the light for love.

A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈

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waterbottlqueen · 1 year

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tdl doodle

#shui draws #animator vs animation #ava #the dark lord #the dark lord ava #tdl ava #dark ava #what else do ppl call them???#she is so crazy insane i love him #artstyle regression honestly #dunno what im doing

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auroraglaceon · 5 months

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I just suddenly had the urge to find background to draw on so here we are

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mpliego · 5 months

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#i couldn’t stop thinking about dark ava #so here’s my take on it #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #illustration #digital art #fan art #avatrice #warrior nun fanart #artists on tumblr

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harabuzzy · 6 months

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cheesebrackers · 3 months

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So that recent short

#Cheesebrackers animates #cheesebrackers art #animator vs animation #ava #tco #the chosen one #tdl #the dark lord #darkchosen #x #art #fanart

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navy-leader · 7 months

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Lineage

#navy arts #LINE! GET IT?#animation vs animator #ava victim #ava the chosen one #ava the dark lord #ava the second coming

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knightmareaceblue · 6 months

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Happy October! It's the perfect time of the year to gather around the fire, roast some marshmallows, and tell horror stories about that time you and your roommates took in a monster that broke into your house!

#Animator vs Animation #AVA #AVM #Animation vs Minecraft #Purple #Yellow #Green #Blue #Red #The Second Coming #Orange #Color Gang #Knightmare Art #Purple learning about the group's past together must be a total roller coaster #“You guys fought the Dark Lord and lived???”#“LOL No. We died and were brought back by shenanigans probably.”#“?!?!?”

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simplyavatrice · 5 months

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what could have been - season 3

#avatrice #warrior nun #avatriceedit #warriornunedit #these two would have SLAYED a dark!ava/savior!bea storyline #like netflix should be put in jail for taking this from us #myedits

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spencerreidswhore187 · 3 months

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Hymn for Her (1)

Ava x Beatrice (Warrior Nun)

Summary: The discovery of a resurrected Ava, believed to be lost, sends ripples through Bea's reality, filling her heart with both joy and trepidation. However, the reunion takes a harrowing twist when Ava, transformed by otherworldly forces, becomes an unexpected adversary, unleashing violence upon the Order of the Cruciform Sword. Ava finds herself entangled in a relentless battle against the forces of darkness, the mystery behind her descent into darkness deepens. Meanwhile, Bea grapples with the conflicting emotions of love and despair, haunted by dreams that connect her to Ava's tortured soul.

T/W: Descriptions of violence, blood and gore. Brief mentions of alcohol, guns and other weapons. Please let me know if I forgot to add something.

Word Count: 1.1k

Part One: An Unholy Darkness

Part Two: Echoes of Darkness

Part Three: Whispers in the Shadows

Part Four: Dance with Shadows

Part Five: Embrace of Light

The dimly lit corridors of the ancient convent echoed with Camila's hurried footsteps as she moved through the shadows, her senses heightened by an unsettling premonition. The flickering candlelight cast eerie patterns on the stone walls that followed her as she moved. Camila knew she wasn’t alone. She clutched the hilt of her knife tightly, her eyes darting between the veiled archways.

As she turned a corner, she froze. There, standing in the gloom of the corridor, a figure cloaked in shadows.

“Turn around,” Camila demanded. Her voice was strong and commanding, long gone was the hesitant rookie. She’d died when Adriel killed almost every member of the Order of the Cruciform Sword - her family. Her sisters.

The ominous figure turned slowly, raising their arms to lower their hood.

Camila's heart leapt with joy, and without hesitation, she rushed forward to embrace them.

"Ava!" She exclaimed, relief flooding her as she wrapped her arms around her friend. "I thought you were lost forever.”

Camila's heart leapt with joy as she rushed forward to hug her.

Ava's response was a tight embrace, her body cold and rigid. Camila felt a pang of unease but dismissed it as exhaustion. However, when she pulled away to look into Ava's eyes, she saw an unsettling emptiness within them.

“Ava?" Camila asked, a note of concern in her voice. “Are you alright?”

Ava's lips curled into a wicked, hollow grin, and her eyes gleamed with malevolence. Before Camila could react, Ava's hand shot out, gripping Camila's wrist with an unnatural strength. Panic flickered across Camila's face as she realised that something was horribly wrong.

In an instant, the corridor erupted into chaos. Lilith, adorned in snake-like scales, emerged from the shadows with a cunning smirk mirroring Ava's. The air crackled with dark energy as the two warriors launched their vicious assault.

The fight was swift and brutal. Fists, knives, claws flew; Camila fought desperately to understand the nature of Ava's transformation, but her friend's attacks were relentless and devoid of mercy.

The convent's halls echoed with cries of pain and the distant chants of prayers.

Beatrice, clad in her battle attire, moved through the dark corridors with a determined grace. As Bea approached the heart of the convent, a subtle shift in the air caught her attention. A feeling—a whisper of intruders trespassing on sacred ground. Her senses heightened, and her hand instinctively reached to lower the silver chain-link mesh that covered her face whilst she fought.

Bea's eyes widened as she watched a figure phase through a wall in front of her. A silhouette, both familiar and haunting, stepped into the light.

"Ava?" Bea's voice, a mixture of surprise and joy, echoed through the sacred space. The silhouette, bathed in the soft glow of the halo, turned to face her.

Ava's form, once a source of comfort and camaraderie, now exuded an aura of dissonance. Her eyes, once warm and familiar, held an emptiness that sent a shiver down Bea's spine. The joy that had momentarily flickered in Bea's heart now gave way to growing distress as she took in the subtle changes in Ava's demeanour.

"Ava, you're back," Beatrice's words, a hopeful plea, hung in the air like an unanswered prayer. Her hand tightened around the hilt of her knife hidden behind her back, its divine essence pulsating in tandem with the uncertainty that now clouded the sacred space.

Ava regarded Bea with a dismissive glance. The love that used to linger in her eyes had been replaced by an unsettling detachment. "Beatrice," Ava's voice carried an air of indifference. "This doesn't concern you."

Bea, her determination undeterred, stepped forward. "Ava, what's happened to you? We can face whatever threat together. You don't have to do this alone."

A scornful laugh echoed through the chapel. "Alone? I'm not alone, Beatrice. I've found a power greater than anything this order could offer. A power greater than anything you could offer.”

Ava stepped forward, gently stroking Bea’s cheek as she drew her face close to hers, their lips were almost touching.

“Drop the knife,” Ava whispered.

Bea's hands shook as she released the knife. It clattered on the stone floor. This was her opening, Bea knew she would hate herself for attacking Ava but it would be worse if she did nothing. It would destroy her to let this evil thing that controlled her, swallow Ava whole.

Beatrice's movements were swift and purposeful, her strikes guided by the discipline instilled by years of training. Ava met her blows with an otherworldly finesse. They moved as one as if they were both part of the same heart-breaking dance.

Beatrice's pleas for reason fell on deaf ears. Ava, consumed by darkness, countered with cryptic taunts and dismissive laughter.

"Ava, why are you doing this? What has taken hold of you?"

Ava's response was a mocking smile. "The OCS is blind, Beatrice. Blind to the true power that awaits those willing to embrace the shadows. You could join me, but I suppose that's too much to ask of someone shackled by their allegiance."

Bea, her resolve unwavering, pressed on. "I won't abandon our family for a path shrouded in darkness. There's still light within you, Ava. I won't let it be extinguished."

Fuelled by a love that transcended the shadows, Bea fought not just for the Order of the Cruciform Sword but for the soul of the girl she loved. Bea clung to a glimmer of hope, a belief that the Ava she once knew could still be saved from the abyss that threatened to engulf her.

Ava kicked Bea’s leg out from under her, causing the girl to collapse onto the floor. Ava climbed atop her, resting a leg on either side of Bea’s waist, pinning her down.

There was no sound in the room except for their heavy breathing. Bea’s chest rapidly rose up and down. She knew she should be scared but it was hard to be anything but enamoured when this close to Ava’s sun-kissed face.

If Ava wanted to kill her, she would be dead by now. And Bea would let her if it meant staying this close to Ava for another moment.

Bloodied and bruised, Bea gazed at her with a mixture of sorrow and determination, but Ava was gone before another plea could leave her lips.

As the dust settled and the wounded groaned in agony, the motive behind Ava and Lilith's unholy alliance remained shrouded in mystery. The battle had just begun, and the war between the nuns was about to reach a terrifying crescendo.

A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈