#tw nun

[toxickeyboard]

Uhhh I wrote again….still not good at it but I’m trying lol

The other one I wrote isn’t great imo and I almost deleted it haha, hopefully this one’s better but yeah.

Lisa and John content teehee. (Keep in mind mind these r supposed to be them as kids btw)

(Might have to click on images to see full images cause of cropping(?) btw)

((Also this isn’t at all supposed to imply child abus3 or anything like that, so I rlly hope it doesn’t come across as that))

#faith the unholy trinity #cooldinorambles #tw religion #tw nun #tw christianity #tw yelling #tw written yelling #tw for other things but u guys don’t know what they are yet haha… #um… #faith john ward #faith lisa pearson #lisa pearson #john ward

[theobaileypp-archived]

pov. motherland. μάνα

Theo doesn’t believe in God. And yet, here he is, waiting in church for an act of faith. This particular church isn’t grand or impressive like the ones he’s seen across the world before—churches carved in pure gold, churches tall enough to make your neck hurt, but the ceiling is painted in blue, constellations in bright gold, and he can’t stop looking up, nervously rubbing his fingers together. He often wonders if he would have been different had he grown up under normal circumstances—if the orphanage he’d grown up in didn’t believe so much in penitence, if the Baileys hadn’t been so syncretic and secular. 

He’d never looked for any sort of faith, even though the poetry of it never went unnoticed for him. In the devotion of the faithful, the prayer of those in pain. He was, after all, a man of words and those said with such honesty fascinated him.

Now, he’s in the third row, on the hard wooden bench, and waits. Waits, staring at the starry ceiling, until slow, deliberate steps echoes through the church and a veiled sister, a nun, sits next to him. Theo can’t find the words in him, “You called for me.” She says, in Greek, sounding heartbreakingly unimpressed. He’s dreamed of this moment many times in the past, a moment he thought had been stolen from him, and so he didn’t know how to proceed. He nodded, not able to look in her eyes—eyes he’s dreamed of his entire life. “Do you know who I am?” She makes a sound with the back of her throat. She knows. He hadn’t been looking for her, he had never looked for her.

He’d been arranging his documentation, his resident visa, when bureaucracy drove him back to his motherland, to the island he was born in, the pastoral community so ill equipped to deal with dangerously premature babies that he’d only spent a few hours of life there before being taken to Athens. He’d never actually returned to his birthplace, even if he visited Greece fairly often. Now, the ferry took him to the island through the clear blue water, to a stunning place secret to tourists, where fishermen yell around in angry, dialect-heavy Greek. It doesn’t feel like home, and the fact that it’s on top of a rocky mountain doesn’t make it very easy on him—another reason why he likes Athens better, because accessibility there is at least an afterthought whereas here it’s not a concept at all. The climb, the endless stairs, are hard on him, and he makes the decision to spend the night, just so he’ll manage to rest. Theo didn’t know then what he knows now.

Theo didn’t know a lot of things.

He didn’t know, for example, that he never knew his mother’s name not because no one knew it, because she’d died in childbirth, but because that’s what you do when you hand a child over for adoption.

hand him over for adoption.

he also didn’t know that as an adult, he could ask for the information to be disclosed. 

Theo wants to ask her why, but the words don’t come out. Why? He knew why. Because you could fit in the palm of my hand. Because I didn’t think you would make it --- they said that if you did... He wouldn’t talk or walk or think. He knew the drill. His knuckles were white. He wanted to tell her that none of it should have mattered, because it didn’t matter to his parents, his odd, loving true parents, Richard and Jasmine Bailey. He wanted to ask her if she regretted it now that he was six feet tall and not attached to any machines, now that he spoke twelve languages and had all academia glory one could dream of. Instead, without him even asking, “I was young and alone”, she says. 

“Me too.” Theo answers.

They don’t say anything else. He can’t say anything else. Theo wishes he could stand up fast and simply leave, show her how wrong she’d been, how he could have been worth it, but it doesn’t have quite the same impact when your limitations are as visible, when it takes so long for him to even manage past her in the asile and his graphite crutches resonates against the centuries-old stone floor as his tired, cramping legs carry him out of the church. He doesn’t make it very far. He sits on the stone bench under an old, twisted olive tree and buries his face in his hands as his chest clenches even tighter and his heart races and he finds it difficult to breathe, until he hears someone coaching him through it in his mother tongue, with a calm, steady voice.

She brushes his back. “You know where to find me, son.” It feels unclear whether she means son in the biblical or biological sense, and he supposes it doesn’t matter. Before she leaves, he looks at her. Theo has been right his entire life. They do have the same eyes.

#yes this is a daredevil arc i dont care #tw sad theo #tw orphan #tw anxiety attack #tw religion #tw nun #tw premature birth #ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀs ― ❝𝐏𝐎𝐕

[yandere-sins]

Do you know which concept I‘m going feral over again at the moment?

Yandere!Priests

[Warning: Yandere + Violent & Lewd content]

It‘s really just about the absolute depravity of these priests.

A priest who‘s knuckles turn white as they grip the altar so hard to not just jump his darling on the spot while they are in the middle of a sermon. But their darling is sitting in the front row and they can smell their perfume and it‘s driving them absolutely insane and their cock so hard that they can‘t concentrate on their speech to the point they have to cut the service short. Everyone is so concerned about them but when their darling steps up to ask if they are okay or need something, they almost orgasm in front of everyone. (They‘ll make sure that their darling is the only person to take care of them, that‘s for sure. And while the priest is at it, they can invade their darling‘s home and life to the point of no return.)

Or confessional boothes where their darling is spilling all their worries and heartache, which is not only ideal for the priest to know to manipulate them later, but also because they can't help jerking off pitifully to their darling's voice. Imagining them on their knees sucking them off like the little devil his darling must be to turn the priest away from god. Yet the priest will be panting and gasping for air by the time they absolve their darling from the 'sins' they comitted, the priest hoping they'll be back soon with more.

A cult priestess who notices one of the followers turning away from the cult and it happens to very their darling. So they start sacrificing all their darling‘s friend and family, making them the outcast. Making sure they feel so threatened and scared that the moment the priest opens their arm for them, they run and confess all their sins. They are an outcast that the priest can take back under their wing, reform back to their faith and at the same time manipulate and gaslight them to the point that they won‘t want to leave the priests side anymore, which gives room for them to demand the ultimate sacrifice of the darling—their whole being.

A very beloved priest and their caretaker!darling. Priest is the chosen of god but they‘ll refuse to do anything they are supposed to if their darling isn‘t in reach for them at all times. Darling who was forced into this role but is now pressured into doing everything for the priest so the latter may provide the village with divine guidance. Darling that wants to escape but is dragged back and beaten into compliance. And a priest who basks in the glory of getting away with all the lewd and terrible things he does to them with no one to help the darling.

But it goes to other religious figures as well!

Angels that begin to fall from grace without realizing it because they start to simp for their darling and they really shouldn‘t. But the darling looks so cute and the angel loves it when you laugh. They're really trying not to favor them with divine intervention whenever their darling is having a bad day, but seeing their frown turn into a smile when they see a rainbow or pet a stray cat that thee angel led to them, they just can't help themselves from making their darling's life a little easier. That is, until the darling starts to truly commit sins (like fall in love with someone that is not the angel), and they have to do worse things (like watch over them as the darling undresses or masturbates) and they don't even realize just how much they are losing their angelic-ness, because the angel suddenly longs to be more than just a silent observer.

Nuns/Monks that are taking care of a lost sheep on their priests demands and start to forget about all their vows and duties, wanting to only be with them and stalking them around the grounds. Sneaking into their rooms to frolick in their darling's sheets and lick their spoon after dinner, their nethers tingling with lust as more and more depraved thoughts come into mind. Them sitting next to their darling at the sermon, their knees touching and the yan unable to keep themselves from panting and salivating over their darling, developing a desire to deprave them in the same way as the darling has the yan.

Anyway, I'm super normal about it but,

#yandere priestess #yandere angels #yandere priests #yandere nuns #yandere monks #yandere-talk #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Well.

(Edit: Original scene)

#the conjuring 2 #valak #valak the nun #valak conjuring #the conjuring universe #lorraine warren #horror movies #shitpost #swearing tw #snake's art

[birgittesilverbae]

they're never yours. they never last.

for @dearsheroozle

#warrior nun #ava x beatrice #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #mywn #myedit #tw flashing

[damnthosewords]

- Is this our thing now? - If trading terrible puns is wrong, then I don't want to be right. WARRIOR NUN - 2x01

#warrior nun #warriornunedit #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun 2x01 #wn: edits #alcohol tw #warrior nun spoilers

[ozzgin]

I saw these photos on TikTok (Credited from Doyuin with the ID:981642684) and my oh my, it sent me straight to this scenario. Content: female reader, female yandere, religious themes, horror

Yan! Mother Superior who welcomes all lost souls with open arms. Her kindness and benevolence are known by locals and foreigners alike, her reputation even reaching your ears. Overwhelmed by a longing you've never felt before, you packed your suitcase and left your home.

Once you reached the monastery, the nuns rushed you in without a word. You were taken aback by their swift compliance, despite the fact you never introduced yourself, nor your intentions. "I am no mere guest", you wanted to tell them, "I've come to take my vows, and become one of you." But no one listened.

"Mother had been expecting you", one of them finally confessed piously.

That's when you saw her for the first time. A smile radiating warmth, and a pair of bright, all-seeing eyes. You felt like a child soothed by a Mother's embrace, all worries and anxieties seeping away from your body. You were safe.

Days at the monastery are slow and peaceful. You've become indifferent to the world outside, focusing on prayer, and the wisdom taught by Mother Superior. Despite your newfound faith, however, something tugs at your heart insidiously.

Something isn't right with Mother.

What a blasphemous thought, to doubt her saintliness! Yet you cannot seem to put your suspicions at rest. The other nuns are fearful, the priest becomes pale whenever Mother is present. People seeking refuge between the walls of this sanctuary vanish without a trace. You do your best to hide it, but she knows. Her ardent stare strips you of any secrecy.

One night, when you'd been plagued by nightmares in your small chamber, you dropped your rosary. The beads scattered across the polished floor, and you lowered yourself to gather the pieces. That's when you found it: underneath your bed, deep scratches were clawed over the wooden tiles. Do not look into the eyes.

The recollection creeps into your mind now, as you glance at the priest finishing up the Sunday liturgy. Mother Superior observes the ritual with boredom. The church sinks into silence, and she stands up. The other nuns throw their hands in prayer. With calculated nonchalance, she grasps onto the crozier and plunges it directly into the man's chest.

You throw yourself out of your seat, bewildered, speechless. The chanting continues, blocking out the bubbling heave of the dying man. Mother Superior smiles, satisfied. Thick, warm blood slithers all the way to your feet. You want to crawl, to run, to hide, but your body is stiff.

"For the mountains may depart       and the hills be removed,

but my steadfast love shall not depart from you,       and my covenant of peace shall not be removed"

You mustn't fear her. For no one will love you with the same devotion, no one will offer you such unadulterated veneration. The nuns abruptly stop their prayer, and scurry outside.

Yan! Mother Superior who ceremoniously lowers the sharp, bloodied end of the crozier over your head. You hold your breath, petrified.

"No man stands above me", she concludes. Her voice is carried by the pillars, echoing across the empty church, shattering against your eardrums in a most unholy coalescence. A shiver cold as death envelops your being, and you're struck by a revelation:

It was not God's hand that led you to her.

#yandere nun #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere female #yandere concept #wlw #horror #tw religious themes

[kabukiaku]

man i love mixing my favorite stuff. another nun owl. this one is SPoo000ooky! ❤️🖤👀

#my art #nun #scopophobia tw #owls #anthro #birds #anthro art #avian furry #satanic nun #traditional art #digitally colored #occult art #spooky #original art #oc art #owl ocs #barn owl

[bobbiedebruyn]

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo - parallels

ava saving beatrice (1x07/2x02)

#warrior nun #warriornunedit #avatrice #tw flashing #tw flickering #filmtv #filmtvcentral #wlwsource #tw blood #mywork

[anyataylorjoys]

THE NUN II 2023, dir. Michael Chaves

#horroredit #filmedit #the nun II #the nun chapter 2 #the nun II 2023 #horrorgifs #junkfooddaily #usersameera #horrorfilmgifs #userscary #cinemapix #filmgifs #userfilm #doyouevenfilm #horror tw #the nun II spoilers #gifs*

[franzias-cave]

She's a total delight, she's effervescent, she's kind to animals and children, she's a master of the sword, and she does not have the intellect you’d ordinarily find in a sandwich or an orange.

#the ORIGINAL butt-touched nun #cristabel walked (committed suicide twice) so harrowhark could run (do auto-lobotomy) #one of the most characters of all time #cristabel oct #m-'s nun #tlt art #franzia's art #suicide tw #tw suicide #tw gun

[taikoturtle]

Bonus: The reaction after Ava absolutely decks a random person

#warrior nun #warrior nun s1 #ava silva #don't tell me this person wasn't trying to hit on Ava #because they absolutely looked like they were #tw: alcohol #alcohol

[cupcakeshakesnake]

girl slay

#Even more red and black! #valak #the conjuring 2 #the nun #the nun 2 #blood tw #eyestrain tw #bright colors #the conjuring universe #horror movies #horror art #snake's art #vent art #< kinda? in the way that I was really pissed about something when I started drawing this

[dailyflicks]

THE NUN II 2023, dir. Michael Chaves

#flashing gif tw #the nun 2 #the nun ii #cinemasource #fyeahmovies #horrorgifs #horroredit #* #by el #2020s #thriller #horror

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I lived in a narrowly pre-apocalyptic America that existed in a state of Cold War-type political tension, and Roman Catholic nuns were held in general suspicion of involvement with Soviet conspiracies.

#dream #text #April 13th 2024 #apocalypse tw #pre apocalyptic #america #cold war #war tw #politics #religion #roman catholic #nun #soviet #conspiracy #conspiracy theory

[yennciri]

+ the time she stopped her

#warriornunedit #warrior nun #avatrice #ava x beatrice #* #spoilers #this is rude im sorry #death tw