#warrior nun college au

[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

im thinking Thoughts abt my college au thing. ava n bea accidental roomates. 

bea was there already during the first year, living life, roomates coming n going for whatever reason, normally totally good-natured. 

ava living with her bf, jc n his friends all in one house n it ends in a DISASTER. not their relationship, they break up and are still besties, but it’s Tense n ava needs to move out. 

finds an apartment with a decent rent, and stupid close to uni, she grabs it as quickly as possible, not caring abt the info on her roomates the landlord in giving her just happy to be out of that house. landlord shows her around, none of the roomates are in at the time, its all cool, shes ready to move in. 

and on the day she completely moves in, beatrice is packing to spend the summer at her parent’s house, much to everyone’s dismay, but gotta keep up appearances. n they see each other. 

the absolute PANIC and CONFUSION on bea’s face and the complete SURPRISE and DELIGHT on ava’s. bea is frozen in front of her room. ava is jumping and laughing and rambling an explanation abt everything, and “oh hey did u get in painting, bea??” “..........ye-” “ME TOO!!!! we’re gonna be classmatesssss!!!!!!!” absolute mortification, bea doesnt know what to feel abt this. she just bids goodbye n fucks off.

and ava feels like her second year is gonna go great!!!

[closetcasefabray]

jesus saves (i spend)

i have been writing parts of an avatrice college au for two gd years now. the ideas & writing are scattered between here (one of the tags below should work), my whatsapp convos with @snowandwolves, on discord, my dinosaur laptop that crashes, & my email. it’s a fucking disaster but whatever so am i & not once in my life have i had my shit together so this is all unsurprising.

SO what i’m saying is, here’s the only part i have ‘formally’ written in fic form bc i posted that other ficlet. doing this made me almost throw my dino laptop & my phone out a window on several occasions—that’s why there isn’t more. but i just wanna share this.

more notes & rambles at the end.

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You notice her because it's syllabus week of your freshman year, it's an 8 AM class, and you're fairly confident you're still drunk from the party you attended last night, but she raises her hand and correctly answers a question posed by your theology professor without hesitation. Your professor, Father Vincent, was likely hoping for a good guess at best, but there she is, exceeding expectations from the moment she speaks. You pickup on an accent, which you would find incredibly attractive if you weren't so thrown by her perfect and concise response, like a well-prepared speech is always readily accessible in the back of her mind—a girl with all the answers. A young woman, really. 

You, however, are not—you're just a girl. You're just a girl who shows up to her morning classes smelling like the bar or the house party from the night before, like the weed you started smoking almost immediately upon arriving to university during orientation week, like the cigarettes you smoke because it affords you a little more quiet outside and an excuse to borrow a lighter and talk to a cute boy or a pretty girl.

You're just a girl who technically died, existed in nothingness for a whole minute before being ripped back into a reality of blank ceilings and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You're just a girl strangers prayed for after they heard about the American child pulled from the wreckage. You're just a girl who didn't get any credit for teaching herself to stand again, to walk again—and if you’re being completely honest, you’re a girl who’s incredibly bitter that a god you never saw in that one minute got all the credit and none of the blame—for taking your mother from you, for taking years from you that had to be spent healing from god’s grace or lack thereof. 

You're just a girl who is tired of being told to look at her life as an expression of holiness, who thinks it is more so the consequence of indifferent stardust. But you still look for the beauty in that, in humanity and its flaws—these meaningless beings in a vast universe, creating and destroying their own little, myopic worlds on this spinning rock. Some will dream of poetry for their lovers, and some will dream of arsenals to level cities. You wonder how many lips were pressed together in a final kiss versus hands clasped together in prayer when fire fell from the sky in the name of God. You wonder what that says about faith.

You'd like to think if your mother could see you, she'd laugh at the irony because once you were baptized, she never took you to church. God finds a way, so you spent five miserable years in a Catholic orphanage before you were sent back to America. People said you were lucky to have two years in a foster family at your age, but it felt like living with strangers who were tasked with the minimum of keeping you alive. Then you were moved into a home for teen girls with a nun at the helm, and that’s where you actually felt fortunate for the first time in years. It was there that Mother Superion helped you with your studies and college applications. So here you are, tipping into a hangover in one of the oldest buildings on campus, learning theology from a priest.

But your mom would understand. (You don’t remember much of her, and you try not to think about that too deeply, or else you have to deal with the resulting ache that comes from reaching inside yourself for something that’s gone.) You have spliced together what you can recall into a short reel—you mom buckling into your car seat while humming a show tune, showing you how to fold a pizza slice and telling about a city famous for their pizza, and holding your hand in a museum in Spain, promising to take you to another big museum closer to home, the home you never saw again. So you promised yourself and the parts of her you carry that you’d make it here.

You would have had to pay almost full tuition if you wished to attend your reach, requiring immense debt, so you ended up at the school that offered you a ticket to the city and a hefty enough scholarship you could get through four years without requiring loans or a full-time job to afford it. (You first refused to use your mother’s death as a sob story in you application letter, but Mother Superion put her hand on yours and said, So rarely do these letters contain truth, but do not be afraid to tell yours. In telling your truth there is a sadness, yes—and I know you detest pity—but of all the things that have been taken from you, do not feel guilty for taking some of it back to live a better life.) You remember getting your acceptance letter, and looking up at the sky and flipping it off, praying whatever god hears you, No thanks to you!

But your bitterness temporarily takes a backseat in your mind as you look at your classmate, beautiful in the refracted light shining through the stained glass window, speaking so graciously of god you'd think Jesus were in the room, about to hand her his latest work. It's poetry, bordering on scripture in a new tongue, and you'd almost be a believer if it didn't sound as if she had repeated these words—practiced—enough times to believe them herself. You wonder what that says about her faith.

If the nuns at the orphanage had spoken the gospel as she does, maybe you'd be here for different reasons. You're fascinated.

Behold, you are beautiful…

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i promise this fic gets lighter & has some silliness. so some notes/tangents:

this is 100% self-indulgence bc i heard ‘write what you know’ & ran with that shit. when i visited a friend at a state school in a college town i was so so confused bc it was just a diff campus culture entirely. then i was going to make this set in an ambiguous city, but i literally have saved places in google maps that would be great places to kiss someone sooooo you get NY avatrice.

likely setting this before instagram & smartphones bc i’m old/lazy & i can.

the title is from st. vincent who my friend introduced me to in college. “paris is burning” changed my brain chemistry & so i listened to her music on repeat for ages—“jesus saves, i spend” is on the same album.

father vincent will not be a bad man or evil professor. he will be as he was before adriel—a lost man who found himself through god & still a little broken but caring & devout.

also song of songs/song of solomon is like… the only part of the bible i fucked with in theology class so that’s the reference at the end. also another line used in another scene with JC, chanel, & ava written in v rough form. maybe will share that later.

this is meant to be a fic with a post-grad sequel as well. not much written of that but a lot of ideas everywhere.

once i figure out where i’m moving (hahahaha i’m so stressed), i’ll consider a ko-fi or something (i wish emails & names weren’t shown though). but mostly i will likely need a second job to save up for an actually good computer/macbook. once i have that i’ll be able to post on ao3.

anyway thanks for reading & being here :3

[simplykorra]

“For now, I can help you set up a routine for your workout, no charge, I’m not a trainer so if I did charge you that could be a lawsuit.” The way Ava looks at her next is a bit like being taken back to the age of fourteen and spiraling when Casey Phillips showed up to her sixteenth birthday in that dress and then her family moved away a month later and Beatrice never saw her again. Devastating, in the best way. “You’d do that for me?” Ava’s voice raises an octave and Beatrice knows she couldn't turn her down if she wanted to. “I’d hate to back you into a corner.” Ava really does have an endless supply of back related puns. Beatrice can work with that. “I would be happy to, we can get…back to basics.” Ava beams and Beatrice feels like she’s won some kind of award. “oh this is totally our thing now!” or a college au

[alms4oblivion]

The Practical Guide to Getting Out of the Friend Zone, by Beatrice Adeline Silva

Happy Ace Week! This might seem like an odd fic to promo on Asexual Awareness Week, just going by the title, but it's one where I very clearly made Beatrice demisexual without actually intending to. I didn't realize this until a friend pointed out to me that Beatrice has no interest in sex for its own sake, except with Ava, and only does it to improve her ability to give Ava pleasure if and when they finally get together, and I said "oh. OH."

Anyway. Here's a fic written entirely from the perspective of Beatrice Silva as a memoir to her college years, specifically the semester when she finally got together with the girl of her dreams.

[pindaleng]

Title: But I Knew You

Pairing: Avatrice

Chapters: 2/?

Wordcount: 2076

Summary: College AU. Beatrice is Ava’s favorite person. Ava loves being around her in a way she can’t explain. She wants to do everything with her, from studying to partying to walks outside. Which is completely normal for best friends.

Getting flustered by close contact and fake flirting is also definitely a super normal friendship thing.

Read on AO3 or below.

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She’d gone through her closet twice, even checking the floor and under her covers, even though it was very unlikely to be in the latter two spots. Beatrice rarely had a hair out of place in her room. It wasn’t a big deal, but it was her warmest sweater, and today was exceptionally cold. She wasn’t looking forward to making the walk outside to class without it.

“Knock knock.” Came Ava’s voice, along with a couple raps on the door frame. “You ready soon?”

Beatrice didn’t look up, still rifling through her dresser in the hopes of finding her lost article of clothing. She didn’t remember taking it off while on campus, so she’s positive it had to be somewhere within the house. “Give me a second, just looking for something.”

“No problemo.”

Her and Ava walked to class together on Tuesday and Thursday, as their first classes on those days started at the same time, and were in adjacent buildings. Usually Beatrice was the one waiting in their living room while Ava was last minute scrounging up her things. Beatrice has had to push their walking pace on some (most) days to get them to class on time, because she did not do late.

“Can I help?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to know where…” She trailed off as she looked up at Ava.

“What?” Ava asked, appearing confused.

“You’re wearing my sweater.”

She glanced down. “Oh, yeah. I spilled coffee on the sweatshirt I was wearing this morning, and my other ones aren’t that thick, so I just picked up one of yours while you were having breakfast.”

Beatrice continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. She wasn’t really sure what was going on in her brain. It was like she was trying to figure out a math problem that she never learned how to solve. Like she flipped to an exam question that wasn’t covered in class.

Ava began to look nervous under her gaze. “Shit, sorry, I should have asked first. Did you want it back?” She crossed her arms to grab the bottom hem and started pulling it up.

“No!” Beatrice said quickly. “I want you to be warm.” And you look great in it.

“You think I look great in it?”

Oh crap, she said it out loud?

“Don’t get cocky.” Beatrice muttered. “You’re going to be the reason we’re almost late. Again.”

“You think I look greattt.” She sing-songed, undeterred, as Beatrice slipped past her in the doorway, sporting her backpack slung over newly added layers of clothing.

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Class wasn’t anything exciting. They just took an exam last week, so today was starting new topics. Beatrice was usually a pretty focused student, especially when she knew the lecture would be covering an entirely new section of the syllabus, but her mind was drifting the entire class. Mainly to the image of Ava in her sweater.

Why did she do it? Did she have an ulterior motive? Why am I debating if my friend has a motive for wearing my favorite sweater?

Is she getting back at me for something I’m not aware of? Pranking me?

Ava was cold, so she took my sweater. I have plenty of sweaters. Simple A to B. This made sense.

So why am I so hung up on this?

Beatrice was absolutely sure Ava meant nothing malicious by it, and she had absolutely no reasoning to bring up these doubtful questions. And in fact would argue the opposite: that if Ava had any hidden agenda, it would be benevolent rather than spiteful. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it, with an odd feeling in her chest. None of the questions she kept asking herself felt right.

These were all stupid questions, she finally decided, ten minutes before the end of class. She was a little lost on the material by then, but at least she was able to get some good notes that didn’t have “Ava” randomly mixed into the sentences.

She moved to her second class of the day, which was thankfully accessible through walkways between buildings, meaning she wouldn’t have to step foot outside during the commute. She was more on top of things in this lecture. It wasn’t until the last five minutes of class, when students were asking some questions (that Beatrice already knew the answer to) that she again became distracted.

The sleeves were a little too long on Ava, she thought. Followed by: Blue is a good color on her.

Ava met her outside her lecture hall after class finished to walk back to the house. Ava was done for the day, and Beatrice’s next class wasn’t until later in the afternoon. Sometimes she would stay on campus until then to study, because it could be hard at times to get stuff done at the house, but today she had a feeling she wouldn’t be getting anything done, no matter her location.

“Everything good?” Ava asked. Beatrice watched the breath leave Ava’s mouth, the cold air making it visible.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You just seem a little quiet that’s all. Didn’t even roll your eyes at my great pun a second ago. Did you get your test results back?”

“No, it’s still being graded.”

“It’s not about your favorite sweater is it?” Ava joked. When Beatrice didn’t answer right away, she frowned. “Oh my god, it is.”

She stopped and pulled Beatrice to the space by the sidewalk. “Seriously, if it’s upsetting you, I will take it off right now. Freezing weather be damned.”

It took a second for the specifics of Ava’s question to register. “You know it’s my favorite?”

Ava raised a brow. “Freshman year you practically lived in this sweater the second a cool breeze tickled the air. I wasn’t sure you owned any other tops, until one laundry day I saw you wear the university hoodie they gave us for free.”

“Oh.” She thought back. “I guess I did wear it a lot.”

“You sure did, sister.”

Ava looked at her expectantly.

“So, are you mad?”

“No…Yes…I don’t know. I think…no. I’m not mad, I think I’m just confused. Or just, my brain is confused. Because I haven’t had anyone wear my clothes before. Well, I’m sure I have before, but not you.” She rambled. “So, just…taken aback. Not mad.” She concluded, very conclusively. Nice work, Beatrice.

“That’s super convincing, Bea.”

“What can I say that’ll make you believe I’m not upset?”

“Say, ‘you look sick to the tits in that sweater, Ava.’”

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “You look great in the sweater, Ava. Is ‘sick to the tits’ even a phrase people use?”

“‘You’re a hottie with a body in that sweater, Ava.’”

“You’re a hottie with a body in that sweater, Ava.” Beatrice repeated, her dignity fighting for its life against the desire to see her friend placated.

Ava grinned ear to ear, looping her arm through Beatrice’s to restart their walk home.

“That’ll do.”

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Despite her expectations of the sweater being a one time borrow, for the next couple of weeks, she did not have ready access to it.

Ava gave it back initially, but by the next day, it had magically gone missing from her closet yet again.

And so, it became habit for her to get dressed with her base layer as a long sleeve for extra warmth, rather than her usual t-shirt that she wore underneath a sweatshirt.

Beatrice wouldn’t admit it, but she smiled every time she saw her friend wearing her clothes.

She didn’t like reminders of her life before college, but the sweater was just too soft and warm to have been tossed away during the move. She felt that every time Ava wore it, some more of the bad vibes were dissipated.

Somehow, despite her unfortunate habits, and introducing more casual phrases into her vernacular (like “bad vibes”), Ava had been a good influence on her. Beatrice found herself much happier now than before freshman year, even with school being a constant stressor. With this happiness due in large to the people she got to meet and surround herself with.

Today, like most recent days, she felt lucky. Grateful how life had turned out.

A couple weeks later, Beatrice returned home with two sweatshirts in tow. While in the student union during her middle of the day break, she passed by the university bookstore and saw that there was a sale. And so found herself with two additional articles of clothing that she hadn’t planned on buying when she woke up that morning.

She thought about just getting one for Ava, but figured she’d need a new thick outer layer if her sweater kept getting stolen. (Well at this point, it practically lived on Ava.) At least now there’d be two layers of defense: Ava’s original warm sweater and this new hoodie, but Beatrice wouldn’t put it past her friend to somehow put both out of commission. In theory, Ava wouldn’t be able to steal Beatrice’s favorite sweater and this new crewneck she got for herself.

She liked to be prepared.

Beatrice put the hoodie for Ava in a paper bag, one leftover from when the house had gotten take out. This was one of a lucky few that did not have any grease stains. She’d considered getting a gift bag for the hoodie in the checkout line, but that seemed too formal. Not enough “Hey I just passed by the store while going about my normal routine, and there was a discount on a thing that I thought would be useful for you. No big deal, I barely thought about it.” On the flip side, she also thought about just putting it in a plastic bag from from the grocery store, but that seemed too informal. Unfortunately, her parents raised her better than that.

No tissue paper, though. Would seem too much like an intentional gift.

So, she sat at the desk in her room, watching the clock, bag sitting by her feet, waiting for Ava to come back from her afternoon class. After what felt like half a day (it was an hour), she finally heard the door open and someone head up the stairs. She heard Ava’s backpack drop, and her signature heavy sigh that sounded like she was a working mother trying to figure out how to feed her five young children.

Beatrice walked the short distance to Ava’s room, lingering by the doorframe as Ava took off her coat.

“Welcome back.”

“God, good to be back. I thought that lecture was never going to end. I fell asleep three times during that period alone, and every time I woke up I swear time moved backwards.”

“Maybe it’s a sign to stop falling asleep in class?”

“One day, Bea. But don’t hold your breath.”

“Not planning on it.”

“So, what’s up?”

They chatted a bit more about their days, before Beatrice brought forward the bag she was holding behind her back the entire conversation.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, I just saw something at the bookstore, and thought it could be helpful for you in your life.”

“Okay, mysterious.”

“Just open it.”

She took it and she did. “A sweatshirt?”

“I just thought, since the warm sweater you own somehow has a hole in it, albeit minuscule, you could replace it with this one. So you won’t freeze.”

“You got this, just for me?”

“I got one for myself too. It’s a maroon crewneck though. But I thought the grey one with a hood may be more your style. There was a sale, so it wasn’t expensive.”

Ava squeezed her forearm. “Stop trying to make it seem like not a thoughtful gesture. This was so nice of you. Thank you, Bea.” Ava hugged her tight, and Beatrice smiled into Ava’s hair. “Glad I can once again be comfortable without stealing your stuff.” She joked. Problem solved, and it had only cost $15.99 plus tax.

The next morning, Beatrice found Ava eating a bowl of cereal, cross legged on the couch watching tv with the rest of the house, sporting Beatrice’s maroon crewneck. Beatrice herself had barely broken her new sweater in, only having worn it once to check that it fit. Mentally, she face palmed herself. She might as well just have gotten both sweatshirts for Ava.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a cozy warmth at the sight before her. Ava was wearing her sweater.

[lightsaroundyourvanity]

peach plum pear, E, 1/?

warrior nun. avatrice. college au

Beatrice’s profile is bare. No anthem, no Instagram. Only a single photo, where she is dressed for the gym and holding a punching bag, grinning widely, hair in two French braids. It’s not what Ava expected, but she’s impressed: Beatrice has a pair of strong arms to match that big brain. She dresses so conservatively in the classroom that Ava never would have guessed it.

Ava has to admit, knowing those freckles and that blush come with a nice pair of arms intrigues her. Impulsively, she opens up a new conversation window and slides into Beatrice’s DMs with the sexiest opening line she can muster.

[+on ao3]

[final-cut-bro]

i desperately want to write a college radio station warrior nun au, sort of like the subplot of pitch perfect 1. mary running the radio station and having ava and beatrice join as interns, ava making mixtapes for beatrice, who claims to be there because she just “wants to learn more about communications”. lilith being horrified by beatrice putting on what’s up by 4 non blondes while they carpool.

[multifandombullshitbabes]

HELLO

ok cool now that THAT is done, hi :) I'm Sara/Sera. Aro. Lesbian. Genderqueer (she/they/he). Libra. 21. Art college. INFP. etc.

This is a blog where I'll do whatever the fuck i want with the fandoms I like, even the ones i have blogs dedicated to. Just because.

My og posts are all tagged "hey look i posted a thing" so. yh.

I'll put here some fandoms that I DEFINITELY will be at least talking about:

both Top Gun movies

Merlin BBC

Sherlock BBC (yh ik sue me the show was fun)

Warrior Nun

The Magnus Archives

Outer Range

Our Flag Means Death

Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom (ONLY the books. That show sucked, I'm sorry not really)

Treasure Planet (most underrated movie EVER, yep)

Rise of The Guardians

all Kung Fu Panda movies

Nope

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Wednesday

The Haunting of Hill House and The Haunting of Bly Manor

The Untamed

Anne with and E

Teen Wolf (i have a weakness for this show yall, idk)

Arcane

First Kill

The Witcher (only the show, sorry)

The Sandman

Girl From Nowhere

Suits (i have not finished season 5 cuz i know its gonna get shitty so apologies)

Black Sails

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

both Venom movies

Like Minds

Moon Knight (TV show)

Sharp Objects

Suspiria 2018

Whiplash

Jennifer's Body

The Pirate (1948)

Derry Girls

Criminal Minds

Cocaine Bear

Knives Out + Glass Onion

Into the Spider-Verse movies

TMNT 2012

Reservation Dogs

The Bear

Marble Hornets

Creepypasta

Stardew Valley

8 Women (2002)

Nimona

The New Girlfriend (2014)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

Harlan Coben's Shelter

Malevolent (podcast)

ATLA

Blue Eye Samurai

Kubo and the two strings

Midnight Burger

After School Lessons for Unripe Apples

Supernatural (im on season 8 rn)

House of the Dragon

Once Upon a Witchlight

Detroit: Become Human

CURRENT HYPER-FIXATION: Once Upon a Witchlight, TMA, BBC Merlin

Theres a TON more, I'll add them as I remember them and as I also consume them. From this list tho, pls send ur thoughts!! Just know im more active in some fandoms than others. This list is not on a particular order, so yh!!

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[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

ava, camila n beatrice being on the same class is a spell for disaster, cuz you’d think bea would keep both of them in line but 1) ava’s puppy eyes and 2) camila’s puppy eyes. so what happens is that ava n camila are the chaos bringers and bea watches n makes sure it doesnt result in their deaths.

they are also on a mission to influence bea to do evil. one time, they managed to convince beatrice to come 5 minutes late to a sculpture class. bea was so horrified at what she had done the teacher told her she didn’t need to be in class if she was feeling unwell. ava n camila felt a bit guilty (but also stifling their laughter) 

also camila is the number one avatrice fan. mary n suzanna are also on her side, lilith ignores them, even covers her ears n shouts EWWWWW (camila is the only one that can get lilith to be childish sometimes, she just knows what buttons to push n lilith falls for it all the time). 

for sculpture class, they need to make a portrait of a classmate. at first, ava n camila were teaming up to be each other’s muses, but camila noticed how wilted beatrice looked n decided last minute to change plans. “do it with bea!! she’s so nice at everything, i bet she’ll make you look pretty” with the most shit eating grin ever. so for weeks, 8 hours a week, ava n bea had to be looking at each other, tilting chins here n there, stepping closer sometimes, “close your eyes for me”, “chin up, please”, “can you turn to the side, please?”, laughing nervously whenever they had to model each other’s lips n ending up taking longer since their expression need to be neutral. camila is very pleased. 

and let’s just say both their works are highly complimented by their “attention to detail”. n then they find out that they next project is also a portrait but with some creative liberties. using the same classmate. 

beatrice makes a portrait of ava smiling with stars in her hair. ava makes beatrice look a lil bit like the saint beatrice da silva (this dumb ass doesnt look deeper into why she did that, since atp she has a bf, jc). bea’s sculpture makes ava look relaxed but happy, with closed eyes and a wide smile, the stars some tiny details, she also made some on her eyelids. ava’s made beatrice have some fabric falling from her head (she didnt want to make an actual habit, thats disrespectful n bea didnt want that) and st, beatrice’s forehead star. 

no one feels comfortable in commenting on how gay it is since 1) ava has a bf 2) bea is obviously repressed 3) the teachers didnt comment on it n congratulated the girls on a job well done n theres no reason to ruin that with some ship speculation. camila, however, only had to show the pics of the girls’ work to the others for them to groan in unison.

also if youre wondering. on year 2, avatrice become accidental roomates. guess who kept their finished portrait sculptures :))) guess :))))))

poor michael is gonna third wheel so bad (he’s their third roomate)

[closetcasefabray]

(to vaguely catalogue my misc. avatrice ideas)

avatrice college au thought #291:

camila drags bea to a bar one night that notoriously doesn’t card. it’s almost midnight, but they see ava typing at her laptop at the bar and feeling equal parts horrified and impressed, bea watches ava tell mary, the upperclassman and part-time bartender, “line ‘em up!” as she opens her email and sends one of her biggest papers of the quarter—the same one bea finished in the library five hours ago. ava slams her laptop shut, turns to her friends JC and chanel, cheers with mary as well, then they all do two shots back to back.

like ava can tell she was being watched, she makes eye contact with bea and gives her a wink that makes bea’s face turn pink.

[laufire]

☕️+ 22 episode seasons vs 13 episode seasons

Anonymous asked: ☕️ the shift from 22 episode seasons to 8 or 10 episode seasons

I'm a 22 episode seasons person ALL THE WAY.

I admit, sometimes, shorter seasons are convenient (otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to bingewatch Warrior Nun AND Teenage Bounty Hunters AND The Sex Lives of College Girls in the past two weeks or so lol). There are some shows that don't *need* their seasons to be 22 episodes long; mainly shows that work well as limited series and are designed as such (HBO's Watchmen comes to mind rn).

I wouldn't have complained if say, Killjoys had longer seasons, but I also never felt it hurt for it or that I was missing something. Ditto with Black Sails. Comedies are also more flexible: I don't feel What We Do in the Shadows is missing anything either, for example. Also, as we know, the British do it differently xD, but it's usually fine because the episodes are longer and they know how to work it LOL (Downton Abbey doesn't need any more episodes, IMO).

But for all of those there's at least one other that would clearly benefit of the breathing room a longer season would allow them. Long arcs that build up over a season, sometimes multiple ones? Silly filler episodes that show you new facets of the characters you wouldn't have seen before? More room to experiment with ~quirky techniques or devices, like "AU" episodes or episodes from the POV of a secondary character?

None of that is happening, at least not as well as it used to, in 8 episode seasons ffs. And I miss it, SO much, in current tv. Especially current, because I just get a different ~feeling with shorter old shows: those feel like they were written mindful of exactly how many episodes they had, caring about providing what a 22 episodes long season did in a shorter period, in their own way. Now you get 13/10/8 episodes that are out at once, bingewatched by people in one or two days, talked about for a couple of weeks, and forgotten again that are nothing more than plot moments badly sewed together.

There's a reason why on the past year or so I've enjoyed watching old school shows. Either ones I watched partially/occassionally but never finished (like The Mentalist, Scandal, or even Supernatural), or new ones (like Desperate Housewives or The Blacklist) -even if they give me this specific kind of anxiety where I dread finishing them and running out of content because omg I need more long shows in my life!! xDD.

And the reason why is because I love all of that I mentioned above, all that the 22 episodes seasons can give you like nobody else can! I love the long slow build to plot reveals that this format allows. I love the quirky episodes; sometimes I don't love the individual quirky episode or where it's placed lol, but I love that they exist! I love when writers and directors get to play around a little! I especially love these things in my high-stakes shows, BECAUSE I like that they're high stakes, but the high stakes don't feel as important if I don't get to see the rest, iykwim? You need to know what the character is missing out on. You need to feel that tragedy and that unfairness on your bones. And 22 episodes is the perfect amount to really crush you with all of that.

[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]

[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

i have a very nice liliava scene on my college au. on their second year, students have to choose between three mediums to study for the next 3 years. beatrice, ava, n lilith all chose painting (which is the one i chose irl btw!! this au is based on my experiences in my uni). this is fine for bea n ava who have a slow but growing friendship. lilith n ava however cant seem to get along too well, since lilith is very standoffish n cant stand ava’s carefree attitude towards her uni work.

lilith is serious. she comes from a successful family of painters, very rich and very strict. lilith actually does like painting, always has even before knowing her family business, but it turns from a hobby to a duty the moment she can speak. she needs to be a painter, she needs to master in arts, if not painting then maybe sculpture, none of that modern contemporary nonsense, the classier the better. lilith goes to the same art college her parents went to, which is in porto, potugal. the teaching is sufficient and the curriculum is acceptable, n so both parents aim for lilith to go to this uni n then master in painting in another country, possible in paris or italy, depending on how well lilith does with this one. 

lilith is cold, objective, and solely focused on her work. shes intense but manages to hide it well from the teachers as to not scare them off. she doesnt care for the students tho, they can think whatever they want. she knows who she is and who she is going to be. none of them can compare to her and this is just fact.

ava, however, only went to portugal since its her hometown n she thought it’d be sweet to study art there. shes carefree, and she goes with the flow. doesnt have grand plans, just wants to learn all abt art and meet new people and go out, live her life. lilith doesnt get that, cant get that, n so they clash n fight a lot. they have drawing class together and it is painful for everyone involved.

they do share on moment of peace during their first year drawing class, but it is brief. the moment i want to talk abt is in their second year, painting class.

their painting classroom, an atelier, is open at all times, even at saturday. ava was catching up on one painting while some classmates were hanging out n making a LOT of noise. she was kinda fed up, but just focused on finishing the painting. she takes a lil break, gets up, walks around n checks out the other’s paintings. she sits pretty close to the door, so when her classmates runs off out the door, they clash with her easel, and the painting crashes on the floor. all ava’s prayers of it being unscathed are not answered. while it fell, it scrapped along a lil table where she keeps her supplies, one everyone has, and now her painting has a long wide stroke of paint all over it. hours of work, gone. paint wasted, hours wasted. 

ava tries to remain calm n positive. she does not want to have a fainting spell or worse cry in a place any of her classmates can walk into. she puts the painting back in place and thats when she cries. she has the sudden urge to just rip it out, destroy it, n that just makes both her arms tingle n go numb, so now she’s upset abt that. she also can’t breathe properly n she’s sobbing quite loudly, sat on her stool, head on her knees, arms pathetically dead on either side of her, unmoving. thats when lilith walks in.

now. lilith isn’t actually heartless. she just doesnt have time for friendships built on actual love n care n shit, that shit doesnt help. but... as she gingerly walks in and circles around to look at ava, shes confused n a lil bit concerned. then she looks up n sees the painting and audibly gasps. ava looks up, sees lilith, they make eye contact, n lilith watches ava’s already red, blotchy, swollen, tear riddled face crumple n sob even harder. ava is so embarrassed she wants to disappear. apparently that means she has to faint so she tries to warn lilith but lilith just ends up with an armful of semi conscious ava. lilith is fucking panicking, ava is disgusting n limp n a mess and its only 11 am on a wednesday she didnt ask for this. 

still, smth in her snaps n she puts on her best soothing voice (aka beatrice voice) n tries to calm ava down (aka acting like beatrice). it doesnt work, it only makes ava more confused so she just curses n says “for fucks sake dont faint please, i’ll help you fix it. cant do it with u out like a light now can i”. that manages to calm ava down. after some breathing exercises, and some weird awkward head petting, ava is fine. mostly. 

they both look at the mess of a painting n ava just half screams half sighs n goes “welp!” with fake cheerfulness. that bugs lilith for reasons yet unknown, but she does help them both up n does damage control. “we’ll tell the teacher, hes reasonable n for all ur faults u are a very fast painter so. it’ll be fine. we just wipe off what we can n then... well maybe you should not touch it for a bit. yknow. distance yourself from it. or whatever” 

its the first time ava sees lilith so painfully awkward but earnest, making zero eye contact, but nodding seriously to the painting as if it was her own problem n not ava’s. lilith cares. for ava. and even tho her face is still very wet, she’s smiling so wide right now. it will be okay. it’s fine. she’s got this (we got this).

[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

cant believe i didnt realize im polyamorous sooner in my life when in every fandom i just ship everyone in a big polycule if theres at least one (1) good fic for each ship. or i just think it's neat.

anyways my warrior nun college au will have avatrice, but it will also have liliava, n therefore liliavatrice. casmine or yasmila for yasmine x camila? they're both very pretty. also lilimila is iconic n just a classic ship of sunshine n grumpy. but also that one post abt camila being half in love with both beatrice n ava??? stole my heart, stomped on it, killed it, etc. therefore we have:

ava x beatrice, ofc

ava x lilith, credits to my mental illness n also my lesbianism

camila x yasmine, cuz they stole my heart in s2

camila x lilith, ofc

ava x beatrice x camila, cuz it's sweet n cute n also they're ABC which i think its funny

anyways mary n suzanna are suffering in this au tryin to get all these girls to realize all their feelings (cuz they're all idiots). keep in mind that i hc suzanna as aro n therefore she doesnt rly get romance all that much but she knows non aro ppl see it as love but bigger, n also shannon definitely confessed to mary, it is my hc that in everything except love mary is very chill with. she will panic if u give her a rose. internally, but she will panic. so yh. this au is a comedy i think that's clear right?

[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

ok so. in my college au, theres no supernatural elements, yes? so ive been thinking abt ava n how in the shadow her being paralysed, alone, an orphan with poor caregivers is an integral part of her character. and i dont know how to incorporate smth similar in this au.

i’ve read abt conversion disorder. you can google it n have a better understanding but basically “Conversion disorder is a mental condition in which a person has blindness, paralysis, or other nervous system (neurologic) symptoms that cannot be explained by medical evaluation.”

“conversion disorder happens as a way for your brain to deal with emotional stress. It’s almost always triggered by upsetting situations and other mental disorders.” and “It also happens more often to people who have a history of emotional stress or who have a hard time talking about their feelings.”

the most common symptom is “the loss of one or more bodily functions. Examples include: Weakness or paralysis. Loss of balance or difficulty walking.” also: movements that you can’t control, tunnel vision or blindness, loss of smell or speech, numbness. 

(this got long but this is useful for me n shit so yeah)

common signs: a debilitating symptom that begins suddenly, history of a psychological problem that gets better after the symptom appears, lack of concern that usually occurs with a severe symptom, they affect your movement or senses, and you can’t control them, hey can’t be explained by any other condition, medication, or behavior, they aren’t caused by another mental health problem, they cause stress in social and work settings.

“The physical symptoms are thought to be an attempt to resolve the conflict the person feels inside.”

here’s some examples (which i need a lot of cuz its kinda hard to understand all those medical terms n shit, from all the sites i’ve read on it): “For example, a woman who believes it is not acceptable to have violent feelings may suddenly feel numbness in her arms after becoming so angry that she wanted to hit someone. Instead of allowing herself to have violent thoughts about hitting someone, she experiences the physical symptom of numbness in her arms.” “For example, imagine taking a hard fall off your bike and then not being able to move your arm. But your arm isn’t injured. Neither is any other part of your body.Your body converted the emotional and psychological stress of your fall into the physical response of a paralyzed arm.” “Physical symptoms can sometimes help with an internal conflict. For example, if you’re struggling with the desire to hurt someone, conversion disorder may cause you to become paralyzed, making it impossible to act on that desire.”

now back to ava. it started to happen after the car accident that took her mom. because of how stressful it was, for weeks, ava was paralysed n doctors were confused cuz every test didnt show how the fuck that can happen. some episodes last days but sometimes its weeks, n they might be gone just as soon as they appeared. 

lil 7 year old ava was terrified n it just kept being amplified everytime she thought it was getting better. her mom was dead. the doctors told her her dad wasn’t coming to pick her up which shocked her cuz she thought he was dead (very awkward for the doctors). both parents only children so no help there, grandparents either dead or in care homes. 

then she gets send to the orphanage, all alone and confused since they were in Spain on vacation n now she doesnt understand anything. most workers n kids dont even speaking spanish since the orphanage specializes in misplaced children, so now shes learning english, n spanish, and she thinks shes still paralysed for weeks, months UNTIL. she makes a friend, a kid in another room who found out abt her n befriended her. 

and ava only starts feeling better when this friend, diego, who’s such a sweet boy, but so sick he’s not gonna live that much longer, and he knows it, says “jsut because you cant move doesnt mean ur not fun!! i think ur cool, ava silva.” n ava moves. its a miracle, diego is an angel, ava is saved n all the kids are ecstatic, ava is crying in pure relief but also confusion because what???

doctors label it as a freak accident n dont want to think much of it since what does it matter, ava is just a girl. but the childcare workers now label ava as the attention seeker n never trust her abt anything. some older kids do it too, but most of them are agaisnt the ladies there out of principle n spite. still, it sucked, n now ava cant trust any adult to save her life n cant even trust her own body to work how its supposed to.

as she gets older she both gets better and worse? she definitely knows when and how to calm down, n the episodes go away if the main source of stress gets resolved, except for any stress caused by ptsd, which ava definitely has from yknow the fucking accident n her moms death. she also, however, has a very yolo mentality, n will get in trouble n in stressful situations most of the time. she’s a menace to herself, n it normally results in one or more limbs to go numb or paralyzed. 

she was homeschooled tho, since it two maybe 2 years of her being bullied, picked on, critiqued, n having the overall stressful n horrible experience that is being a new kid in a new school after ur mom died, for the teachers to beg the childcare workers to keep her at home and safe so she stops showing all these upsetting symptoms. its freaking everyone out and it disrupts the class. so yh, ava was struggling.

when she turns 18 n ages out of the orphanage, she scrambles to find a job n a home n shit. father vincent, a local priest, helps her and shelters her. she shows her the beauty of religion n its practices n the glory of god, but ava is more fascinated by the art there. like sure shes seen movies n read things, but shes never stepped foot in a museum. in fact she didnt go out much just out of precaution n also cuz the ladies most of the time forbade her (if she got hurt they could come under fire n they didnt want that with her symptoms n their unpredictability)

vincent tries to teach ava all abt religion, meanwhile she’s studying the architecture, the paintings, the sculptures. vincent wanted a student, but he didnt have that in ava. so he decided to embrace that n help ava with this calling. its also vincent who tells ava to go to therapy n research abt her symptoms n possible disorder. ava does it more out of the fear vincent would get fed up with her not following his rules n getting kicked out for it. it actually helped tho, and she wont admit it to no one ever. 

i rly like this hc for this au, since it stays true to the character while remaining realistic to our universe n world n shit. HOWEVER. if anyone who has this disorder wants to criticize anything ive written, pls dm me, ask me, whatever. im open for constructive criticism always!! 

also this got long apologies