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Jesters and bards in the Middle Ages. Aziraphale and Crowley travel through time.

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熱き闘志 - Waki Agaru Toushi - The Raising Fighting Spirit MUSASHI PROJECT NARUTO ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK ℗ 2003 TV Tokyo

arranged for Celtic harp by me

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You and Me: The Jesters of the Middle Ages.

A bench that travels through time... xD

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6 Paragraph Sunday

Nda: Ok, well, I know, it's Monday XD but Sunday is a state of mind XD I was tagged by @red-shameless but for me it's the first time and I don't know the rules of the game XD Sorry for any errors :3

Since I tried to prepare something but I can't get to 6 paragraphs by a hair, I thought I'd share with you a fragment of my Good Omens Fanfiction "What if my days were just a dream? - Revelations part two and final", hoping not to break any rules. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- < Crowley remained motionless, Muriel’s hand tightened around his wrist, he couldn’t free himself and it was starting to burn his skin. Then there it was! He heard it clearly… a voice… not just any voice…The Voice resonated, powerful and austere in his head. It called him by his name, the one with which he had been created, the one he had not heard for millennia and, in a short time, he had heard clearly twice. It was not a coincidence, it could not be… <.... My rebellious and adored son, I beg you, protect this newborn. The fate of this world depends on her. Protect her above all from those who are surrounded by halos of sanctity>  Wisps of smoke rose from the wrist gripped by the cherub, the pain was excruciating, there was the smell of burning flesh in the air. That name again… Crowley felt tears in his eyes, not only from the smoke and the pain…then the grip on his wrist loosened until it disappeared and Muriel collapsed to the floor like an empty sack.

Crowley finally managed to raise his arm, he looked at his wrist…the shape of the Cherub’s fingers was a fiery red brand on his skin, a hot and pulsating brand… A miracle? This time there was no doubt. There was only one entity that could do all this and call him by his true name, which had, fortunately for him, been forbidden for thousands of years. 

He found himself gnashing his teeth, a sinister and constant whistle coming out of his mouth, his body rigid and tense like a violin string, his fists so clenched that his nails hurt the palms of his hands. A visceral, ancient and ancestral anger was growing inside him, charging him with static electricity. He turned abruptly and, with a stiff and martial step, left the bookshop. Once outside he stopped standing in the middle of the sidewalk, while the London sky suddenly became pitch black.

An urban legend is passed down among the shopkeepers of Soho. It is said that when a thin man, dressed in black with red hair appears on the street, a very strong storm is coming. Truth or fiction, the fact is that that evening a violent storm broke out across London, without the weather forecast having predicted it. A storm of lightning caused numerous blackouts, the manhole covers blew up due to the fury of the waters. The incessant rain quickly turned into hail that opened deep gashes in the awnings of the shops, breaking the windows and denting the cars. The wind uncovered roofs and overturned everything in its path. A sort of tropical storm, the experts would later pronounce, the fault of climate change and global warming.

As I stood there, straight as a die, in the rain of my own making, I began to dream. Let's get one thing straight: demons don't dream. They remember the past, EXTREMELY vividly, and sometimes they have visions of the future, but you can't say they dream. But I don't know how else to describe what I saw and experienced in that moment. I saw you in that crowd. I didn't recognize you at first…you were…different…and yet my heart knew, it beat, even if the heart of a demon doesn't need to beat. I tried to talk to you, but I couldn't. The words dripped out of my lips, diving into puddles, mingling with the rain and my tears. I looked for your arms, but I passed through them, it was as if I didn't exist. I felt pain, a pain in my chest like I had never felt before, not even in that moment when I fell. It was unbearable, not being seen, not being recognized… I just wanted it to be over… for it all to be over… everything. And then it all really disappeared. The pain, the light… everything. The world suddenly went dark, only fleetingly lit by silver lightning, not even my eyes could see. Is this… the end of the world? >

I also have trouble tagging people because I don't know many people on Tumblr yet. I feel like tagging them only @rebeccakatmauri because I know them a little better, so sorry if I was mean to you 😆

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My personal version and tribute to Arcane season2 Soundtrack: The Line of Twenty One Pilots arranged for voice and Celtic harp ❤️ I hope you like it :)

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Summary:

Aziraphale the Archangel in Heaven prepares for the Second Coming, Crowley on Earth tries to rest after an extremely stressful period. Separated, unreachable, each with their own wounds, each aware of their own choices. Will there be a way to reunite them without unleashing a second Apocalypse? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Starting from the ending of Revelations: Demonic temptations and angelic doubts (https://archiveofourown.org/works/57303160), I chose to give a conclusion to the story that intertwines with a suggestion of mine regarding the third and final season of Good Omens. I created new characters, nor did I completely review the role for others. Hoping you like it, I take this opportunity to warn you that this story is not for "weak hearts", there are scenes of strong emotional impact, I realize I was cruel in some parts, but nothing happened by chance. All the knots will be untied by getting to the end of the story ... maybe ... discover it with me. PS: English is not my native language, so sorry for my mistakes 😇 I'm Italian and dyslexic but I love writing and I hope you like my story. Thanks for reading ❤️

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True story xD

Facts.

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Funny couple life stories...true events xD

Quando la tua vita è una sitcom ma tu non lo sai XD versione cosplay :3

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The Demon and Fire Fans

A little preview of what we are preparing :3 stay tuned

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World Sleep Day

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Today is World Sleep Day. I think this celebration was invented by Crowley, do you think so too? XD

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Aziraphale on Ice

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Espresso Macchiato

What if Crowley was Tommy Cash in Espresso Macchiato? 😈🤣 watch the video on our IG 👌

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Train

😈 (...)"Why you don't take the train? You like taking the train"(...)

😇 "ah ok my dear. I could but only if you come with me too"

😈 "Ngk!"

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Magic tricks...well but not very well 🤣🤣🤣

So funny 🤣😇😍❤️

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Happy Valentine's Day ❤️

Happy Valentine's Day, my group of the two

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Today the Nightingales plays in the Berkeley Square

Today the Nightingales plays in the Berkeley Square

Ps: I'm not a pianist. I'm a harpist but I'm training to improve myself

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Happy Year of the Snake

To celebrate the year of the Snake, we decided to show you these photos of Crowley in the uniform of the KalariPayattu indian warriors. Giuseppe, Crowley cosplayer, learned this art in India