#nun special

[tikurrdurr]

did i rly never post these

[simplykorra]

ava silva >>>

[josis-teacup]

Netflix I'm in your walls

No I AM mourning AND I will hold funerals for the netflix execs

[sisterdivinium]

WARRIOR NUN - where first we meet, where last we part

[wildstar25]

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-> In pursuit of a playmate, a young Y'shtola created a water-based familiar by applying lessons learned from her mentor. -> As a lonely child, a self-taught Arsay used an aged codex stolen from her guardian to summon herself a friend.

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Them! Because sometimes your wolship end up having similar childhood experiences despite their different circumstances and I think that's a really sweet connection between them <3

[daisychainsandbowties]

what is it about that season one shoulder pat you love so much??

i have a bit of a fascination with what i call character thesis moments. they’re… these sort of pivotal, revealing scenes or even just (as in this case) a gesture that makes me fall head-over-heels for a character. and also understand them.

with ava, it was the beach run scene. for lilith, the grey hoodie scene where she asks ava “can you forgive me?” for mary it was the first scene, cradling shannon’s head and shutting her eyes and the love in every inch of every gesture. (that’s the first sign i think that warrior nun is a story about love, and survival, and in not surviving but loving anyway).

now, i’ll admit that i adored beatrice from “i thought she’d be a handful” and “faith is my business” but frankly… neither of those scenes show us who she is. i think the closest we get to HER is at the bus stop, where you watch her choose her friends over her duty, choose love over sacrifice (for the first, but not the last time).

and then… god, that shoulder slap. i can’t explain how it made me feel.

up until that point, beatrice is such a whirlwind of a character. she’s lethal, she faces down a gun with frightening disregard for her own life. she drops a tear onto shannon’s cheek as she gasps out a very rehearsed goodbye. she catches ava when she slips out of that wall, she cries over an old journal and in all that time she’s fighting so hard to remain unseen.

and then, in one gesture, she reveals who she is. if you look closely, you see how fiercely beatrice fights to hold herself, but especially her hands, in check. they are either weapons or they’re things she lets out with the greatest care. they are caring but also tentative, like moths desperately trying not to touch the flame.

if you look carefully you also see that beatrice can’t help but touch ava. she tries and tries, but then they’re in the vatican and she’s suddenly this young, smiling creature trading puns, rushing through a cloud of dust to pry ava from the wreckage of her faith, from the arms of an angel. i just think, when i saw that shoulder slap i realised how much there was to beatrice.

she’s this… ball of contradictions. she’s a nun, she came up with Cruella de Jesus. she’s faithful, she’s queer, she’s resigned to the death of everyone she loves. she’s a weapon, and yet… you look at her doing that slightly goofy shoulder slap and it betrays a sense of ‘i want to touch you and i don’t know what to do about it.’ and in that you realise that she’s everything you thought and she’s also… mischievous? slightly boyish? a fool who is already more than half in love.

i remember feeling so fond of her, so suddenly, because out of the clear blue you realise that she’s drawn to this, to this girl who told her not to hate what she is, not to hate what she craves which is touch… a certain something she doesn’t dare to name, but still she reaches out and THAT is beatrice to me.

she’s a pair of empty hands, a bottle of lightning, and for all her confidence, for all that she is undeniably so cool and calm under pressure, so absolutely lethal; she’s also young, and she doesn’t know what to do about what she feels. it terrifies her, fascinates her, makes her hands move almost of their own accord.

there is ava, who is the point around which she is supposed to rally. halobearer, holy, doomed. that little pat in the shoulder… when i take it from ava’s perspective i’m in awe, because they don’t quite understand each other yet. it’s a candleflame to the incandescence of their kiss but it’s the first time bea reaches out not to catch her, or capture her, or carry her, but simply to touch.

it’s a very blunt and beautiful reassurance and that’s what they are to each other; they’re comfort, safety, acceptance. and that throwaway moment to me is the thesis of bea’s character arc. it’s the choosing to touch, to reach out, to hold onto what she loves.

and for ava it’s sacred too. how many times in her life do you imagine she’s been touched the way beatrice touches her? the way she balances ava’s jaw in her hands when she falls from the wall, smiling at her like she’s a miracle. beatrice who is the voice in the dark and the cold, who tears down a wall to reach her because she promised and she kept it. touch is everything to ava, and i think there’s just something so special about that moment; beatrice just saying, wordlessly, ‘you’re good, you’re here, i’ve got your back.’ it’s not condescending it’s a gesture that i think demonstrates to ava that she’s not alone anymore, and it kindles the hope that she never will be again.

[beastsovrevelation]

Ava Silva in Warrior Nun (1.01)

[loliquiu]

The best canon ships on tv by year (part 3):

• 2021: Lucy x Kate

• 2022: Ava x Beatrice

• 2023: Cruz x Aaliyah

[loveundrwrld]

reaction to their darling accidentally saying "love you, bye!" on the phone

yandere nun

temperance was calling you to see if you want to make a donation to the church. she does this way too often- so you're trying to get out of the conversation quickly. you politely say that you aren't going to make a donation. after an awkward silence, you decide to say goodbye.

"hm. well. anyways, love you bye!"

there's a strangled gasp on the other line and a loud clanging sound. … did she drop the phone?

"i'm sorry i didn't mean-" you try to say, but she hangs up.

bully yan

tanner gives up and calls you. he's tired of you avoiding his letters, and wants to hear your voice again.

but once you realize who it is, you get fed up.

"i'm not going to talk to you."

"just listen, please-"

"no. love you, bye."

there's an awkward silence, both of you processing what you said. then he starts talking quickly, desperately.

"…wait, please, can you please say that again, just one more time-"

you hang up the phone.

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

The girls are fightinnggggggg! But I'm sure they'll work it out...

Courtesy of the astonishingly talented @princington for my SCP au fic, Lazarus Woke With A Kiss. Please support them!

[alms4oblivion]

Seven Minutes in Hell

Beatrice thought this was going to be the best Halloween ever. She got to dress as Princess Elsa and go trick-or-treating. She even got a toothbrush with the Frozen characters on it at the third house! She told her classmate, Ava Silva about it...but it turns out Ava didn't want a toothbrush for Halloween. Things went downhill from there, until Ava decided, loudly, that she was going to curse Beatrice with a nightmare, and then Beatrice thought she should curse Ava with a nightmare just in case curses were real and...they never really stopped.

Four times Ava and Beatrice ruined each other's Halloween, and one time when they didn't.

Childhood enemies to lovers, the evil twin of See You In Our Dreams.

Seven Minutes in Hell - Alms4Oblivion - Warrior Nun (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[tadpolebobatea]

I might have flapped my hands around a bit when I saw this panel. It’s so interesting to me.

You get the general impression that exact match ups are rare given Changes reaction to Gina but it’s nice to have a confirmation.

[eden-transcendental-youth]

i saw one (1) post about lesbian nuns and immediately went down a rabbit hole looking for authentic habits patterns and also researching trans nuns

[dreadfullyrottenn]

yeah i dont like him but that doesnt mean i wouldnt bang

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Back to writing this absolute maximalist fic with @kloperslegend

She's an overthinker, she's still a runner...

Beatrice feels a bit like a caged animal after meeting her mark… attempts at tension relief inside to varying degrees of success

Beatrice found herself pacing the staged, but relatively bare, North Carolina apartment.

Circling.

Couch. Living room. Kitchen.

Bedroom. Kitchen again . Porch. Living room again.

Penduluming through the apartment as something in her refused to settle. Part of her was trying to blame it on the location. Unfamiliar. Different.

It wasn’t that the apartment they set up for her wasn’t nice. It was—very nice, considering how expensive rent was nowadays. The furniture was seemingly expertly staged by someone who knew the finer points of interior design—nice and aesthetically pleasing but not too expensive to blow her ‘grad student’ cover story. It wasn’t necessarily to Beatrice’s tastes—but who was she kidding? Her house in Southern Pines wasn’t overly personalized either—much to Chelle’s dismay—but even as a minimalist Beatrice felt there was barely anything in the Durham apartment that belonged to her. And something about that just… tweaked her the wrong way.

So it wasn’t a place that made her comfortable, but ironically enough Beatrice was used to that. And it was nice. Even if Beatrice recognized the quality wasn’t for her , per say. The agency likely had several of these apartments set up for use at any given notice—she was just surprised one of them happened to be in Durham, North Carolina of all places.

Apparently “the CIA is everywhere, Cap.” Mary had patted her on the shoulder as she opened the apartment up to Beatrice's surprise. Even if Beatrice knew very well that “everywhere” shouldn’t technically be the U.S. The law said they were prohibited from acting on US soil—Not that Beatrice wanted to get into an argument about the finer points of US Constitutional Law with anyone over the matter, though she supposed that instinct did bode well for her cover.

The important thing was, there were loopholes.

Loopholes she would be exploiting soon enough if everything went to plan.

The “suspected terrorism” loophole? It was a stretch, but there was no doubt Primeiro Comando da Capital posed a threat. Especially now that the PCC was dipping their toes into arms trafficking. So the “intelligence gathering on a foreign national for the purposes of national security” loophole? Ding. Ding. Ding.

No. If she was being honest with herself, she knew why she was so irritable, why the spare decor was undeservedly receiving her ire.

It was because her team, at least at some level, still didn't trust her.

It had been days now since Beatrice’s first contact with Ava. They returned to the states two days following their ‘ meet cute’ as Mary had taken to calling it— “how professional,” Beatrice grumbled as she received a variety of curt nods and pats on the back from members of her new team. It was mostly a precaution to keep her cover but also served to make herself potentially available if Ava reached out again. They’d arrived early yesterday morning, jet-lagged and pretending not to be with copious amounts of caffeine (Beatrice had decided to steer clear of the other beverages when they boarded the flight back).

But when they landed at the Fayetteville FBO and piled into two SUVs—Were they walking cliches right out of a James Cameron movie? Yes. Did Beatrice have some sense of pride that she was with the ‘cool kids’ of Special Activities now? Also yes—Beatrice was told to go with Superion, Mary, and Shannon, who she learned rather quickly was the Team Lead. She didn’t think anything of it until they were turning the exact wrong direction out of the airport to return to Fort Liberty—a drive Beatrice had made enough times she might be able to do it with her eyes closed; a drive she’d actually made with at least one eye closed returning from some assignment at some ungodly hour on four hours of sleep in as many days.

Beatrice knew she had a cover. She knew, in theory, things would be happening to solidify said cover while they waited to hear back from Ava. However, she had not expected to be deprived of her nearby home in Southern Pines when that happened. It seemed… impractical at best.

However, Superion was very clear: she was not to return to her own home, nor go anywhere near Fort Liberty, and as much as possible she should avoid places she previously regularly frequented. Which shouldn't be a problem because Durham was nearly two hours north anyway.

It was overkill. That’s what she would have said had anyone asked. Internally, though, it stung.

Did Superion expect either Ava or her father to, on a whim, waltz down from New York where they were on holiday (and enjoying it if Ava’s messages and occasional photos were any implication), simply for an extended shopping trip in Durham, a college town of a city with population of a measly 200,000?

Obviously not. Superion might be cautious, a good trait for a leader to have, but she wasn't stupid. Locking Beatrice away like this wasn't because she actually thought she was in danger: it was because somehow, somewhere, Beatrice had fucked up in her eyes.

What the fuck had she done to make her team decide she needed to handled with kid gloves?

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[wildstar25]

Is the cat petable?

By "cat" I assume you mean Arsay:

You can sneak a pet or two in but she much prefers a still hand simply resting on her head while she naps. Though take precaution to avoid her ears; she really does not like people touching her ears.