Her thumb goes over her scar and Ava's heart nearly breaks. She feels the tears brim up to the surface. “I want you to know,” she starts, “you deserve so much. Remember that. You deserve everything.”
Amazing art by @princington for this fic. I've been blessed, thank you for this commission 🙏
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a little avatrice in the afternoon (and the whole piece is here)
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Messy moment from “Would You Be My Wife?” By Pinechips
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science and religion can definitely work together
science and religion may even fall in love. treat each other with unexpected loving warmth and respect, co-parenting a bunch of young chaotic nuns
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timeline right after Mother Superion's 'coming-back-to-life' thing
all scars were healed so why halo's scar is still there? i don't know and i don't care
taking a shower. having a crisis
'I guess I can thank you know'
'For what?'
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Beatrice took Ava’s hand, “Do you not think yourself worthy of worship?” She lifted her other hand up to turn Ava’s face back towards her, brushing away a tear with her thumb. “Do you not think yourself worthy of devotion?” Ava’s gaze never left the ground, but Beatrice ducked down to meet her eyes, yet Ava turned away again.
Beatrice slid from her spot on the couch to kneel in front of Ava. “Do you not think yourself worthy of my devotion?” All she got in return was a scoff, so Beatrice bowed her head and did the one thing she knows she is good at. She began to pray.
When Ava heard the faint whispers she looked to Beatrice and the sight had her understanding the power of god at the altar. The fire within her gained new fuel as she saw Beatrice knelt between her legs, praying, begging Ava to accept the holy power she sees in her.
Ava reached down and brushed a strand of hair behind Beatrice’s ear, tracing down her jawline and tilting her chin up until Beatrice opened her eyes, and all Ava could see was love. Ava’s voice was hoarse as she whispered, “Show me”
Hello I have finally joined Tumblr and will start to post my fanart and fics in the next few days :) this is from my fic worthy of my devotion
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quick messy doodle bc i missed them
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“Pain is what made me a sister warrior.”
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“I love you,” Beatrice breathes. Behind her the sky begins to turn blue, bleeding slowly up from the water like the ocean is holding tight to the sun, granting them just a bit more time to linger in this moment. “I’m in love with you,” she says again, resolute this time, before they are drawn together, letting the molten glow of the honey-gold sun breath life into heart and bone and soul as their lips touch in the softest of caresses: an act of worship and dedition.
One more huge thank you to @princington for making me lose my mind in the best way & breathing life into this scene from pnw: fall!!!
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