#for both Lilith and Mary

[wordsmith30]

A parallel I haven’t seen much talk about: how Lilith goes on the warpath for Mary the same way Mary went on the warpath for Shannon (and how they both fall into Vincent’s trap).

Season one Lilith was all about the OCS (or rather her ambition for the Halo). She told Mary not a day after Shannon’s murder that she needed to think about the mission, not her own personal agenda (which was not only hypocritical, but as Beatrice said, unfair). And in that same scene, she dismissed Mary as not being a true member of the team because she wasn’t a nun and didn’t take vows like the rest of them. She was a free agent who operated on her own terms.

But after their tearful reconciliation in the catacombs, Vincent’s betrayal, and Mary’s subsequent disappearance under an army of wraith demons, Lilith’s priorities shift significantly. The start of season two finds her as the new lone wolf as she hunts down Vincent herself. And while the OCS is just as interested in finding him to get to Adriel, Lilith’s only concern is Mary. She’s ready to tear him apart herself, just as Mary threatened that man in 1×02, and then later goes through a whole squadron with her bare hands.

The part that really gets me, though, is Lilith and Vincent’s scene in the car. She’s finally got a lead after two months, finally has a location on Mary. And despite being outnumbered, despite being about to walk into Adriel’s fortress without backup, there isn’t one shred of fear or hesitation. She just tells Vincent to signal the guards. “Put a foot out of place and I’ll –”

“You’ll kill me. I know,” Vincent says.

A small smile plays around Lilith’s mouth. “I won’t kill you,” she says easily. “I’d never take that pleasure away from Mary.”

She gives him a pointed look and Vincent just grimaces before they climb out of the car.

Vincent is jovial as he greets the guards and then gestures to Lilith with an outstretched arm. “I have brought home a friend.”

And Lilith, chuckling, slides right into the embrace like it’s nothing, even putting her head on his shoulder. They walk through the gates just like that, leaning against each other.

It’s such a cruel twist of the knife to think that that’s how they were before. We’ve only really seen Vincent’s one-on-one dynamic with Ava, Mary, and Beatrice, but this ease, this familiarity with Lilith is something completely different. Given her family’s history with the OCS and her claim that she’s trained harder than anyone else, she was probably one of the closest to him.

Their embrace is that of a father and daughter. This was someone she could laugh with, lean on, confide in. Someone she trusted to take care of her. Now it’s just a part she plays on paper so that she can get her real family back.

#Sister Lilith #Warrior Nun rewatches #Warrior Nun 2x01 #Warrior Nun 1x02 #Father Vincent #Shotgun Mary #Lilith x Mary #Mary x Shannon #I could probably go on a whole other tangent of how Mary and Lilith's arcs mirror each other #how both of them set out on their own to find answers and figure out their place #Lilith just got a bit more lost as her quest for self-discovery pitted her against her sisters #but after waking up from their saviours' manipulation both of them stood with their families #Lilith still has a ways to go but hopefully we can see her turn things around #and get a reunion with Mary as well!

[daisychainsandbowties]

thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.

climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.

Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.

startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.

she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.

turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.

there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.

she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.

when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.

Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.

“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”

Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”

Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”

her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds. 

“I might.”

she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being. 

Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.

she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.

they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.

Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.

they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.

behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.

the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.

it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”

then he wheezes, shudders, stills.

they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.

“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.

“I think so.”

then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.

this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.

the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.

she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic. 

they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere. 

they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”

“No!”

“Aim it away from your own face.”

and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again. 

they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.

there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.

they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian’s immense study.

Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.

“I can’t… seem to make this work.”  

Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.

the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers. 

it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere. 

until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.

“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.

Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”

#treasure planet au #warrior nun #avatrice #and yeah what about cyborg shannon & mary her first mate and their (pirate) spaceship/ literally just an 18th century frigate #thinking of shannon growing increasingly fond of beatrice who helps her with her star charts and the calculations for navigating space #both of them of course planning their betrayal but looking at these two girls slowly realising they're in love #furious conversations in the captain's cabin and lilith up in the crows nest half the time. cam pestering her with tea #🥹🥹 ava with morph the little pink blob who sure yeah belongs to shannon but hangs out 'spying' on mary in the kitchen #i just think ava and bea should run away and accidentally join a pirate crew together #it'll be fun (i say remembering the Black Hole Incident) #anyway maybe i will write this idk

[lilshotgun]

#i really like both 😖 #mi arte #wip #lilshotgun #warrior nun #sister lilith #shotgun mary #art #warrior nun art

[gold-dust-angel]

Hear me out. If Lilith had an Indian cinema style self-questioning, soul-searching redemption montage, I feel the song 'Kabira' would fit her perfectly. I mean take a look at the lyrics—

Kaisi teri khudgarzi, na dhoop chune na chhaon

(What is this selfishness, you choose neither light nor darkness)

Kaisi teri khudgarzi, kisi thor tike na paon

(What is this selfishness, you don't put roots anywhere)

Ban liya apna paigambar, tar liya tu saat samandar

(You tried becoming your own god, and crossed the seven seas)

Phir bhi sookha mann ke andar kyun reh gaya?

(Still you're empty from within, why is it so?)

Re Kabira maan ja, re Faqeera maan ja

(O saint, O wanderer, come on believe me)

Aaja tujhko pukare teri parchhaiyan

(Come, your shadows are calling you back)

Bonus—

Kaisi teri khudgarzi, lab namak rame na mishri

(What is this selfishness, neither salt nor sugar suits your tongue)

Kaisi teri khudgarzi, tujhe preet purani bisri

(What is this selfishness, that you've forgotten your old loves)

#is it mary's words to lilith? #or is it camila? #both? both #lilith just come back home #when warrior nun meets Bollywood #redemption arc in s3 #sister lilith #warrior nun #save warrior nun #sister camila #shotgun mary #camilith

[fuck-off-im-ace]

Warrior Nun s2, AKA The Straighification of Sister Lilith

#for real tho #in all the fics she either ends up dating mary or camila or both #and then in the show she's fucking adriel?! #couldnt be farther opposites #warrior nun #warrior nun season 2 #warrior nun spoilers #lilith #sister lilith

[hellodahliah]

pleasant

or not so pleasant... the girls are moving to britechester for university. now it is just mary-sue and douchebag pleasant left. will the facade of the perfect family crumble for good, or will mary-sue and daniel be able to repair their relationship? is there any trust left between these two? 

#ts2 to ts4 #pleasantview #daniel pleasant #mary-sue pleasant #angela pleasant #lilith pleasant #the family drama brought angela and lilith closer... they stopped fighting #there are still a lot of wounds to heal but both of them decided it would be for the best to start a new chapter and move as far as possible #away from willow creek

[immortalspacelesbian]

writing and i came to a realisation

jillian lost michael and will never be able to bury her son because there’s no body

the ocs lost mary and will never be able to bury her because there’s no body

#(and mary was like a daughter to mother superion so there’s the parallel of both mothers losing their children) #i need to stop writing angst because i’m just here like i’m fine i am FINE while i’m crying #fictional characters stop making me feel things pls #warrior nun #save warrior nun #jillian salvius #michael salvius #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister camila #sister lilith #shotgun mary #sister shannon #mother superion

[90s-html-lesbians]

lgbtq+ headcanons for the warrior nun characters

1) ava silva: bisexual, demi romantic, nonbinary, they/them pronouns

2) sister beatrice: lesbian, demi asexual, nonbinary, butch, personally uses she/her pronouns for herself but loves it when people use different or varying pronouns for her

3) shotgun mary: she/her pronouns, lesbian, technically nonbinary but doesn’t care for the label

4) shannon masters: she/they pronouns, lesbian, either cis or a trans woman

5) lilith villaumbrosia: she/they pronouns, definition of a messy bisexual, identified with the concept or nonbinaryness for the longest time but didn’t realize that most people didn’t feel the same way about gender the same way they did, or that there was a label for it

6) sister camila: she/he pronouns, aroacespec, transfemme

7) mother superion: uses she/her pronouns, everything else beyond that is ??? and no one dares to ask her

8) jillian salvius: she/her pronouns, aromantic sapphic

9) michael salvius: he/him pronouns, transhet but questioning on the “het” bit

10) sister yasmine: any pronouns, straight, (?) and very probably aspec, but has complicated feelings on the label, any pronouns

11) sister dora: she/they, sapphic, nonbinary

12) hans: he/him, gay

13) jc: he/him, bi or gay

14) chanel: she/her, bisexual, trans woman

15) adriel: he/him, he’s many things but he’s not a complete ass, + have you seen him? he’s not a cishet

16) durreti: he/him, have you seen him? last time we saw him he was literally black and white, and black and white is the colors of the straight pride flag, though i suppose he did get killed by what could be read as another man’s ph*lic symbol, so 🤷

#warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #shotgun mary #shannon masters #lilith villaumbrosia #sister camila #mother superion #jillian salvius #michael salvius #sister yasmine #sister dora #sister shannon #sister lilith #wn #headcanons #hcs #also alternate between seeing ava & beatrice as nonbinary and seeing one or both of them as a trans woman and/or nonbinary transfemme #also i censored ph*lic because i noticed tumblr’s been blocking viewing of searches and/or posts with certain words or tags #and ph*lic is one of them #so 🤷 #don’t @me about it

[sister-lilith]

mourning the loss of what could’ve been mary/lilith

#.txt #warrior nun #they were supposed to find each other during the war!!!! #mary literally never calls anyone by a nickname by lilith gets both a lily AND baby girl? yeah that’s love. #liliths whole thing beginning s2 was to find mary and she was willing to kill just for her. #idk i just love them i wish they got a good ending

[detritusanddross]

Imagining other Warrior Nun s2 scenes that should have had Mary in them: Lilith’s family dinner. Mary smirking while Lilith stands up to her mother and then comforting her by the statue when she calls herself a monster.

#warrior nun #sister lilith #shotgun mary #I swear I can almost feel Mary in both of those scenes #especially after Lilith punches the statue #that scene feels like a conversation with half the dialogue missing

[medusozoic]

Shower hc post bc I can't stop thinking about them

Beatrice: takes really short, cold showers

Ava + Camila (not ship): both like warm, showers and often go together so they can have karaoke sessions in the stalls. Ava sometimes stays longer cause she likes long showers

Lilith: literally boiling hot showers. Everyone knows when's she's been in the shower because they start doubting how she's not boiled yet. Usually takes short showers but has been known to stay there for up to an hour

Mary: Short showers where she starts of really cold and work up to a pretty hot temperature

Bonus avatrice:

Beatrice starts taking longer showers when with Ava, and they meet in the middle for the temperature. Absolutely refuses to sing and will not go with her when she's having karaoke sessions

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister lilith #sister camila #shotgun mary #had to post bc ive been thinking about it for two days in a row in the shower now #tbc i imagine theres seperate stalls at cats cradle with a communal area with sinks and stuff #so ava and camila would just both have their own stall while the music box is standing outside #no one else comes close to the bathroom arounf this time

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Contemplating a Superhero!AU, but slowly. I'll take any excuse to give Beatrice lightning powers and turn Ava into a Frankenstein creature, so jot that down.

#warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #lilith as some kind of fire gal probably #with claws. as a treat #mary and camila as batman/green arrow types #shannon as a superman type #ask me about how Ava gains her powers i have two options and they're both gross

[daisychainsandbowties]

a little off from your original song prompt, but whenever I hear "In the Stars" by Benson Boone I get Season1!Mary and Season2a!Lilith vibes.

Mainly just these lines:

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I buried my faith with you I'm screamin' at a God, I don't know if I believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Oh, it hurts so hard For a million different reasons You took the best of my heart And left the rest in pieces

i came out to be attacked and i am honestly feeling so attacked right now

ok but fr this is tmtl beatrice for me

"it's like i buried my faith with you"

& yes it IS mary but for mary the line goes more like "i buried my love with my love"

#& yes it is lilith #my winged girl is screaming at god #“here i am alone between the heavens and the embers” is SO lily #my darling is liminal #& I'LL FIGHT but lilith also loved shannon sosososo much #they r both speedrunning life but lilith hates that shannon didn't want to #“i resent you because i could have died instead” yk yk #but shannon leaves her to look at mary & understand that NOONE will feel that way about her #when it is her lying on a metal slab with her back opened like a cairn #knightsofrayx #thanks for the rec! #casper song recs

[veronadragon]

tycutio this tycutio that, what about tybalt x tank or tybalt x puck? tybalt x ripp even

#the sims 2 #ts2 #sims 2 #tybalt capp moment #i also think maybe tybalt x lilith but maybe that’d be too weird #i hc him as bi #in an uberhood setting i could see him and angela together bc mary sue probably wants them together #for the famous-ness(?) or that they’re both rich families

[surriasims]

"Hey mom! Yeah, we're doing well in Britechester. Lilith says hi, by the way. Anyway, how's your vacation going?"

for both: skinblend / eyelids / lip gloss

angela: hair / dress / shoes / tights / nails / earrings / eyeliner / eyeshadow / blush / lipstick / bag*

liliith: hair / top / bottom / shoes / piercings 1, 2 / nails / tattoos 1, 2 / eyeliner / eyeshadow / lipliner / lipstick / acc top / camera

tsr item i downloaded months ago, it's called slyd drew bag iirc*

#ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 lookbook #lilith pleasant #angela pleasant #townie makeover #my edits #i like to think that mary sue goes all out in her vacations after she divorces daniel #headcanon: angela is the only one who can talk to both their parents and lilith just exists in the background holding down the fort #i wanna believe that they got closer due to the circumstances and theyve really bonded over the fact that they just have shit parents

[primordyalsoul]

Something about Lilith telling Rei "welcome home" when she rejoins her has me feeling a wee emotional

#ooc; onion girl enthusiast #((i think partially bc it reminds me s.hinji and m.isato had the same exchange)) #((but also bc whilst they were trying to connect with each other by establishing a family dynamic)) #((rei's never had a home or anything of her own really other than her own attempts to distinguish herself as a person)) #((she certainly has no father and in some ways shes a mother figure as herself. in a very 'virgin mary' way i think)) #((though she begins to develop through her relationships with others its not something she can hold onto bc she cant live as a human)) #((and she knows this and actively wishes to ''return to nothing'' instead of being in this purgatory of existence)) #((but when it gets close to the time she's still scared. and i think deep down she wants to live as a human can)) #((but ultimately she's always been accepting of the fact that she shouldnt even be alive and the only ''home'' she'll ever have #is in the nothingness she both wants and fears)) #((i also lose my mind thinking about. how much of rei is lilith. and if the line between them is really that stark.)) #((but i gotta think about it more bc i dont really know how to articulate it rn.)) #((plus im tired and idek if these tags make SENSE DFKDGHJ))