#the nighingales

[skyrim-forever]

What your fav Skyrim Faction says about you!

(This is just for fun!!! It's a joke <3 and this is based off of all joinable factions as listed on the ES wiki)

Thieves Guild: Be gay do crime? No, be bisexual do crime

College of Winterhold: FUCKIN NERD

Bard's College: This is your fav as a meme

Imperial Legion: While you're bringing back the glory of Rome you should also take out that stack of dirty dishes by your computer.

Stormcloaks: You're either the worst type of person or the best

Dark Brotherhood: You use dark humour to cover up the fact you deeply crave connection

The Companions: Team Jacob

Dawnguard: You have a holier than thou attitude

Volkihar Clan: Don't cut yourself on all that edge 😛

Blades: This is no one's favourite

Greybeards: You read once about the existence of professional hermits in the 19th Century and have longed for that life ever since

Coven of Namira: Enjoyers of Cannibal by Ke$ha

Nightingales: You probably think Nocturnal is hot and the armour is sick. You are not wrong

House Telvanni: You are one of the cool nerds 😎

Tribal Orcs: The chillest people you'll ever meet

[minnesota-fats]

Teehee~

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Hi random question. Do u have all the SSRs summoned,? Or rather which one of them you haven’t pulled yet

i think these are all the na ones i dont have. theres a few on here id like tbh but id live if i didnt get them

[blackberry-bloody]

Did some fanart for a fic I've been reading which has Superman as a living weapon whumpee! This is a little scene of Clark holding Kon.

TWs: implied minor whump (nothing is happening to the minor, but due to the context it's implied)

[quoteablebooks]

"It's hard to forget," she said quietly. "And I'll never forgive."  "But love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us."

Sophie Mauriac and  Vianne Mauriac The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

[avocado-writing]

I wonder how Aziraphale and Crowley react when they find Nighingale unresponsive after heaven fixed their blunder and let you die?

(Sorry if this is random. I just love the tltbatsib-verse lore 😅)

a yawn, exaggerated. a smile across your body from one husband to another as they wake. aziraphale drops a kiss into the soft nest of your hair.

“good morning, darling.”

you don’t stir. you don’t even twitch, give that lazy chuckle you always do, thick from your throat as it warms up for the day. aziraphale furrows his brow.

“darling?”

crowley looks up from his morning phone-scroll where he’s deliberately aggravating people on Twitter. he gives you a gentle nudge.

“nightingale?”

no response.

he tries your actual name. that always gets your attention, means he’s serious.

nothing.

there’s a beat before they spring into action; crowley rolls you over onto your back and puts his ear to your mouth, aziraphale takes your wrist in his hand and feels for your pulse.

no breath. no beat. your eyes are closed as if you simply slipped away peacefully in your sleep, totally at ease.

a vicious, cold panic grips them. crowley pulls you into his lap and begins to slap your face lightly to try and wake you up, to pull you back, but all he succeeds in doing is making aziraphale let out a choked sob.

“no…” the angel whispers, frozen in fear. crowley performs a miracle. well, he tries to. he can’t feel you in hell, so he reaches up; he knows he’s not meant to reach up but he’s desperate, whatever withered connection he has left to heaven he uses to search around for your soul.

“angel, I can’t… I can’t feel...”

you. he can’t feel you. you’re not there.

“I know,” chokes aziraphale. wherever you’ve gone, it’s far from a place they can reach.

they kneel there. on the bed. the place which was your little altar to worship each other, now desecrated. they clutch you between them and are adrift.

your body is cold.

[wyrm-clangen]

And now I’m interested in Nighingale clan 😭

Would you mind telling me more about Gillstem and Sundream?

I've been waiting my whole life to tell you about NightingaleClan.

SO GILLSTEM!

Gilly's a relatively young warrior, at only 23 moons old at present, but they've already got a reputation for being bull headed and stubborn, picking fights at borders and gatherings since they were a paw. She's incredibly protective of her first apprentice, Frogpaw. The two get along like a house on fire.

They were brought to the clan as a kit, their parent found dead on Nightingale territory.

Sundream has SUCH big main character energy, ngl. Her littermates Lionmoss and Skykit both died, her older brother Agavepelt despises her and treats her like crow food, and her mom has probably literally never said a single positive thing to her. She doesn't HATE her, just has literally negative respect for Sun, and that attitude has rubbed off on her clanmates as well.

She has a crush of Gillstem????? She needs therapy.

[swisccfinds]

Bruna Top & Bottom - Nighingale Sims

Just look at how cute this outfit is! I can't wait to put it on my simself! This set comes with a cute top and bottoms to bring fashion to your sim's life!

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[doctorhimbeere]

Peter: admid it, you like me

Nighingale: I would sell you for a bad cup of tea

Peter: Last week you threatened to fireball someone in the face just because he nearly punched me

Nighingaile: That means nothing

[latibvles]

Poet, I'm so sorry that this is late. For starters - congratulations! You should be so proud of all the hard work you've done! A whole year is a LONG TIME to work on something and you've not only kept going but also grown as a writer, too.

I'd love for you to meet Vivian Arseneault. She's the daughter of a textile mill foreman, the oldest of three children, and one of the first people in her family to go to college, where she earns a degree in nursing. An older sister to her bones, Vivian is self-sacrificing, a natural leader, and a deeply compassionate person. She is proud of the hard work it took to get her where she is, and she takes her responsibilities as a nurse very seriously, but she's also not immune to the promise of a good party and the opportunity to dance. Lured by the promise of a steady paycheck and the chance to travel the world, she joins the Army Nurse Corps and accepts a posting in the Phillipines.

You can read more about Vivian in The One That Hits You, and more about her sister Laura in The Darkening Sky.

For those of you unaware, I opened up this inbox game in September to celebrate one year of writing my longfic. While I am not taking anymore submissions, one of the submissions in my inbox will be posted every week on Friday at 12pm EST — either a list of headcanons or a small ficlet! I hope you enjoy reading about all these lovely characters I'm being allowed to play with.

VIV!!!!!!! I definitely remember geeking out over And If I Perish with you after being introduced to the Arseneaults ♡ we here at House Latibvles also played extremely fast and loose with timelines, but it was worth it I think to get a neat little introspection thing with Vivian and Carolyn. If you haven't already, you can check out The One That Hits You here , and The Darkening Sky here — now here's Vivian, Carolyn, Hawaii Hospitals and an unspoken agreement to meet halfway.

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Islands, Europe, now Hawaii — she figures that one day, Uncle Sam will learn what to do with her.

Because that’s what it feels like it is — like they don’t know what to do with her anymore. Carolyn Foster is not a broken thing, not by a longshot, but sometimes when she’s adjusting her Nighingale cap and looking at her reflection, she doesn’t feel entirely there anymore.

She feels less like a nurse and more like a ghost, most days. Prickly one, that Carolyn Foster. Fine, sure, she’ll be prickly and do her job pissed, because she’s more than earned her right to be pissed off by this point. So yeah, not necessarily broken, but perhaps interminably pissed off would be the most apt when describing her current disposition. She’ll be the harpy, the crone, whatever unpleasant mutterings swirled about her now that she never garnered before.

Carolyn hears a voice one day sounding less like home and more like the place she’s trying to get to. You and me, and my sister and Ron. Dark hair, dark eyes, warm smiles. She damn near freezes at that accent, wants to turn and bear witness to her dark-eyed friend who, for all she knows, is still in that frigid cold. But it isn’t her — the owner of that voice has eyes that are brilliantly blue.

It is not Vivian Arseneault’s fault that Carolyn Foster might be losing her mind.

It is not her fault that Carolyn feels like she’s been hollowed out a little.

And whatever’s weighing on her shoulders — Carolyn wants to tell her that that’s not her fault either. Because it’s always something, isn’t it? With transfers? Whether it be the sound of a sniper bullet splintering wood, or the whole of your clearing station being overrun, it’s always something weighing on them that they can’t really talk about. Hospitals weren’t exactly the place to go halfsies on emotional wellness checks. And nurses weren’t supposed to need the care they were giving. Or at least, they weren’t supposed to show it.

She doesn’t miss Vivian’s shortness of breath and how, even if she doesn’t mean to, she keeps her head down, in a way. On edge.

The first time Carolyn tries to do something nice for her, she feels a little less empty.

“I can take that,” she’d offered, with little room for debate about it, when she’d caught the woman struggling a little with what looked to be a crate of bandages. She’d denied, at first, until Carolyn pointed out that it would go faster if they went half-and-half on the chore. Which could’ve been a bunch of bunk, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Vivian smiled at her then, a proper smile.

“Alright, half-and-half then,” and reluctantly resigned that heavy crate to her awaiting hands.

It’s sealed with that one arrangement.

Half-and-half, going about their days. Getting by. When Carolyn can’t finish something because her hands shake too much, Vivian volunteers herself for it.  And when Vivian has to take a breather, Carolyn steps in without a fuss. She thinks Vivian recognizes where it comes from and why Carolyn’s doing it — but they don’t rip that band-aid off. Not for a while, anyways. If they can’t unpack what’s eating away at them, then they can go halfsies on the workload. That can be enough.

Carolyn doesn’t need Vivian to say it to know that she’s being seen. And maybe it’s something about the way she carries herself — with a deadset determination despite whatever trails her — that makes Carolyn okay with that. And if it means anything, Vivian’s the last person Carolyn would suspect to complain about her being prickly.

It’s towards the end of a night shift when Carolyn decides to take her own band-aid off, and walk halfway.

“Bastogne.” She says, a weighty-word that doesn’t demand an equally hefty reply. But Carolyn looks to Vivian anyways, at the very least, to gauge her reaction. Vivian swallows a moment, presses her lips into a line, and her eyes shut for a moment.

“Malinta Tunnel.” She offers of herself. Half and half.

Carolyn doesn’t need to ask for more.

[kotias]

"No Nightingales."

I looked into the symbolism of nightingales (because of course there is one), and oh dear

Symbolism in dreams

to dream of a nightingale is considered a lucky sign. Nightingales are considered the harbringers of joy and harmony. To dream of them usually means that your following day will be happy, and nothing bad will be happening to you.

if you only hear their song, it means you will spend quality time with your "better half".

however, if they suddenly stop singing, it means there is a misunderstanding brewing down the road. Alternatively: there is a dispute coming in your friend circle.

if a nightingale speaks to you, it means a secret admirer will confess their feelings to you; if you speak back, it means you may reciprocate, and something beautiful will come out of it

if the nighingales build their nest in your house in your dream, it means you may be visited soon by an old friend

baby nightingales mean that you will know a spiritual awakening in the near future

dreaming of their eggs however holds the meaning of a grave misunderstanding that may result in a falling out between you and someone else

to hold a nightingale in your hands means that you will soon encounter a problem that will require that you reach out to a friend to help you. If the nightingale faces you, it means the friend will accept. If it doesn't, the chances of that help happening are slimmed.

a dead nightingale means that sorrow and misery are upon you.

Let's now hope for a nightingale resting in Aziraphale's palm in the next season.

PS: guess what, there is a nightingale (or a lark) singing in Romeo and Juliet and we all know that this stupid scene is basically a Romeo and Juliet situation where they have to separate because their "families" are hereditary enemies and no matter how much they want to cut their ties to their families, those will always come biting back.

In Romeo and Juliet, Juliet desperately tries to convince Romeo that it is not a lark (bringer of the dawn), but a nightingale (a night-time bird) singing, because if it is a nightingale, it means they still have more time together.

Juliet. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Romeo. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

"No nightingale: [...] I must be gone and live, or stay and die."

[rosettyller]

okay but nighingales symbolise the coming of spring (rebirth, change, a new whatever)

and then in series 1, the nighingale is associated with aziraphale and crowley starting The Rest of Their Lives, on their own side

and in series 2... again, starting afresh, aziraphale returning to heaven like the cycle of the seasons, but also again the start of something new but familiar

[aleserzal]

Things I'd like to see in the third season of Good Omens.

Hello y'all! I'm sure you all share with me that the second season has been a delight and a rollercoaster of loving and sad feelings. So, these days depressed in my room… I've been thinking about things I would like to see in the third part of this wonderful story. And please, don't be shy, leave me in comments your thoughts or other ideas/things you'd like to see in the third season. I'd love to read it!

Crowley and Aziraphale talking in whispers about the first time they met (S2x01)… and Crowley tells/whispers him his name when he was still an angel.

Aziraphale comes over and gives crowley a plant… and talks a bit, but Crowley wants a proper apology… the apology dance.

A HUGE breakfast with lots of alcohol, both happy, at the RITZ.

A kiss and may we hear nighingales at that moment. Crowley: "That's what I meant, angel.

Nina knows everyone's taste in coffee… In the season two finale she said she wants to take it slow and not out of spite, so Maggie starts by asking her what her favourite coffee is. Nina smiles and answers.

Aziraphale continues because of his taste in yellow. Crowley realises it is because of him and his "pretty" eyes.

Crowley back at his home.

Crowley continues to visit the bookshop just to make sure that no books are sold and everything is going well with Muriel. Maggie and Nina visit him over coffee to ask him how he is doing/feels.

We saw in season two that Muriel and Crowley can perhaps be good friends, perhaps develop that friendship a little more as Muriel keeps him informed about Aziraphale in heaven.

Nina and Maggie's first date

Aziraphale, being so innocent, is being used for the Great Plan, he REALLY thinks he can change things (second coming) and Muriel finds out. Maybe Crowley can borrow Muriel's body and sneak in to rescue him (imitate Muriel's voice and suddenly say "Angel" in his own voice in front to Aziraphale). They'll get him eventually… and Crowley will need someone's help to get in… Gabriel's. One more last time.

Aziraphale misses his books and the food of human beings very much… in one of those memories Crowley's face and smile appears. He shakes his head to get rid of that image, but he knows very well… (and so do we) that he is hopelessly fallen in love with that demon.

Crowley's car ends up being black with yellow parts.

Clearly the coffee was a "threat" because of the name where it was bought. It will be called "The Judas Kiss".

Aziraphale realises how much he's been used, which makes him totally savage, he explodes in rage and we see immeasurable power, Halo and glowing eyes included. We always saw him as cute (and we ADORE that part of him), but there is a whole being of great power inside Aziraphale for sure. This will surprise Crowley in a very good way. (Imagine Michael Sheen enjoying and giving it his all in that scene)

Aaaaaand done!

Thanks for read. I look forward to your ideas or comments

[fishelfe]

Shell shock via battle fatigue to post-traumatic stress disorder

Nightingales words in 'Moon over Soho' hit hard,

so it's quite a relief to read his suggestion to Peter in 'Lies Sleeping'

Meaning he must have had 'real' therapy at some point... I did a very quick search online and found that the understanding of the condition changed completely during his lifetime, from the post WWI shell shock to battle fatigue to today's post-traumatic stress disorder.

Now, who got Nightingale to talk? And when? And how?

Having a thing for crossovers,

was is M*A*S*H's Major Sidney Freedman, on tour in London and witnessing Nighingale having some kind of telling reaction and offering to listen?

or did Nightingale get send to a convalescent home at Button House, where he chanced on emotional support?

or had it something to do with meeting Dr(possibly not yet?) Walid and him taking over the Folly's healthcare?

or did someone in the Met realise that their members with combat experience need a bit of extra effort to keep them in working order? (is there mention of something like that in 'The Sweeney', perhaps?)

or...

... any theories? Fic? More ideas?

[thomastanker02]

To show my support for Ukraine, I drew their national animal, the Common Nighingale. To Ukrainians out there, you have my support. Please stay safe, never lose hope, things do get better❤️

[entwinedreams]

Applause sounds as the performance comes to an end, hands meeting with enthusiasm for the work of Mondstadt's songbird. Though he can feel the glare of the tavern's proprietor on his neck, he ignores it to watch her, trusting that the treaties in place will enough to still the uncrowned King's temper. Instead he wanders over and bows his head in greeting, offering a pouch of money to her. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. Your work belongs on the grand stages of the world, this is but a token of my appreciation."

[i show up months late with tartaglia for u from my inbox call to fulfill your several! childe vc: if i ignore him and actually enjoy the entertainment i came here for he'll leave me alone diluc: glaring harder because he's talking to vik]

the nighingale had known of the arrival of the 11th harbinger the moment he crossed the stone gate's threshold. a new face in the angel's share stands out to her. ( a handsome face with orange hair and lifeless blue eyes. )

her smile is perfectly composed when he approaches her, her face nor voice betraying any disdain or dislike.

"thank you for your patronage, darling~" her slender fingers take the money offered. this too- is a performance. hardly anyone knows the nightingale's true face, and this is why she can get away with taking money from a harbinger. "truthfully- i've only recently returned to mondstadt after traveling abroad and honing my craft, for many years. while i once enjoyed a rather comfortable residency as a primadonna in fontaine's operatic circles, truth be told, i prefer the energy of my home city." with that, she laughs- like she's slightly embarrassed and humbled. "but i am fortunate to have been blessed by lord barbatos with the skill and talent and on the stage and for song."

diluc's glowering expression is far more intriguing than the harbinger's seemingly genuine appreciation of her skills. the way he seems to be glaring daggers into the skull of the harbinger- the way he keeps cleaning the same wine glass over and over-how odd. diluc continues to confuses her with his actions and emotions. she'll one of her wings monitor the situation- but it's quite fun to be the star of the show, in the moment.

viktoriya takes a sip of her wine, then rests a free hand gently atop the harbinger's exposed arm, staring into his eyes with a coy smile on her lips. "with you being my generous benefactor of the evening, allow me to dedicate my next song to you." she lightly drags her fingers along his forearm, lifting them at his wrist and coming to rest that hand near the plunging neckline of her blouse. "a proper dedication must always have a name to start, so tell me, what's your name, darling~?"

@resolutepath