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#the nightingale sings
phoebe-of-ivalice · 10 months
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𝙉𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.
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the-nightingale-sang · 8 months
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Sing, my angel of music!
He claims to speak for Me 
And know the Plans
I am the mask he wears 
But it’s his hands
That twist and bend the truth
To his design 
The Phantom of the Metatron is here 
Inside my mind 
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pend4ri · 3 months
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hellooo again world :D
it's been a while since I posted here... But I'm back with my favourite hyperfixation ! This series has meant so much to me since 2019, it helped me when i was at my lowest, and with season 2 (released 6 MONTHS AGO ALREADY?) I'm more into it than ever.
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I saw a tiktok several months ago showing the complicity between a snowy owl and a raven, and the brain said woooo aziracrow reference bro
I've been wanting to do this for a long time 🫶🏻
I'm going to try and post here more regularly, in line with my Twitter and Instagram !
💙
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firstfullmoon · 5 months
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Mahmoud Darwish, “Defiance,” trans. Naseer Aruri and Edmund Ghareeb, in Enemy of the Sun: Poetry of Palestinian Resistance
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amateur-weatherman · 3 months
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(crying noises)
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aydracz · 6 days
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South Downs Happy Husbands
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@idkchatie
(More pics below)
Buzzing to share these with you! While on our trip to London to see Nye (which was phenomenal and so was meeting Michael afterwards!), @0xlilith and I made a day trip to the South Downs to see where the ineffable husbands will spend their retirement.
We were blown away (figuratively and literally) by the South Downs! And then the time came to take out some amazing fanart and take photos of what Crowley and Aziraphale might be up to in the future.
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Couldn't find the creator - please help, so I can credit them
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@blairamok
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@lizulimu on X
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@numbuh424
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Couldn't find the creator - please help, so I can credit them
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Couldn't find the creator - please help, so I can credit them
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@tio-trile
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@kidovna
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Bonus - @0xlilith and I, the rational adults that we are, decided to draw magician moustaches, print out the first photo and go to the National Theatre again to show it to Michael Sheen. Sadly, he didn't do stage door that night. But we met many wonderful people in the queue so it was a great evening nonetheless!
We had a blast doing this and many new headcanons came out of this trip. For example:
Crowley shouts at all the rabbits because they are eating his garden produce. Until he notices there are also little bunnies and he simply cannot shout at those. He ends up dedicating part of his garden to the rabbits. Aziraphale finds this endearing.
While on their walks on the cliffs, Crowley picks up snails.
Crowley makes up random stories about the local lore and tells them to the tourists. Aziraphale puts and end to this when the stories gradually become more and more unhinged.
Aziraphale takes up bird watching.
Crowley makes fun of it at first but then he also takes up bird watching.
Aziraphale and Crowley start competing in bird watching.
Aziraphale doesn't believe Crowley saw the birds he claims he did.
Crowley is adamant he really saw the yellow-breasted tit.
Aziraphale calls Crowley a yellow-breasted tit.
Etc etc.
Hope you enjoy these as much as we enjoyed making them!
And if you are in London right now, some are actually glued to the benches around the Bandstand in Battersea Park. Check out my previous post to get the details!
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bluessom1 · 4 months
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The streets of town were paved with stars ✨
Aziraphale x Crowley short comic page 2/2 - First page : Here
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wildlifegermany · 1 year
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actual-changeling · 6 months
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a proper post for my newest fic in my good omens series. all works are self-contained unless otherwise specified. if you want to be tagged whenever i post a new a/c fic, shoot me a message of any kind!
please heed the tags on this one since it discusses some more sensitive topics, although nothing graphic or outside of the T rating.
dead nightingales still sing (6.4k, T, 1/1)
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A year after leaving earth behind, Aziraphale returns with another apocalypse close behind and finds Crowley in pieces. Together, with six millennia of ghosts between them, they find a way to save the world and each other.
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phoebe-of-ivalice · 9 months
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𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤
Me? Excited for a possible corsair class? Why would you ever think that?!
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the-nightingale-sang · 8 months
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Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! What should I sing about? Should I sing about the oddessey of the human man named Enoch?
He was carried away by angels. They showed him all the kingdoms of the world, even the Garden of Eden. They showed him all of Heaven, too, and of Hell. And then they brought him back home to earth, where he became a prophet.
When he grew old, instead of dying as humans normally do, he was brought to Heaven once again, where he was made into an angel, the Metatron. But he was Enoch the human once and he can be made Enoch the human again...
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masterofrandom · 3 months
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Two Nightingales will sing at the End of the World
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When two universes collide, marvels are created.
This was definitely challenging and possibly one of the most creative things I've done, enjoy~
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phoen1xr0se · 5 months
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Wait a minute!!!!
... do you guys hear that?
...is that...
NIGHTINGALES SINGING ONCE MORE??
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goodnight maggots
Apparently you all, just like me, need periodic reminders to go to sleep on time, so here is yours. Go get some rest, loves, it's not selfish or unproductive of you, it's not you wasting time that you could be enjoying, it's something you really, really need.
Good Omens fandom, here's a miracle for you, and for everyone else reading this post, too. Let there be rest. I hope your muscles loosen up, I hope your breaths even out, I hope your bones don't ache so much anymore. I hope the pain takes a step back, lets you feel ease before you lay your head down. I hope you fall asleep without too much effort, slipping into quiet dreams that you won't remember when you wake up, but you know they made you smile. I hope you gather enough strength to wake up and live without too much pain. Let there be rest.
I know there are people reading this with their eyes burning and spine hurting just like me so it's time to go to sleep now, okay? Whenever you see this post, if you haven't slept properly, do it as soon as you can. If you see this ages before you go to sleep, think about it when you have to, okay? These wishes will wait for you. Don't worry. Do your best to sleep.
Maybe when you wake up, a nightingale will sing.
Goodnight, now. I love you.
-Asmi
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Good Omens Fic Rec: dead nightingales still sing
A year after leaving earth behind, Aziraphale returns with another apocalypse close behind and finds Crowley in pieces. Together, with six millennia of ghosts between them, they find a way to save the world and each other. They come out the other side alive and marked with soot and dying starlight, and he blinks through the smoke-burn in his eyes until the world comes into focus and the static prickling on his skin recedes. It might not have worked out in a different timeline, one in which they never separated in the first place, yet in this one, the one defined by heartbreak and loss, they saved the world.
Length: 6,435 words
AO3 Rating: Teen and Up
Best for: Safe in Public, Best at Home, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by actualchangeling
*Minor Spoilers* Not even going to sugar coat it, this made me cry. Actual tears down my cheeks cry. I tear up at fics all the time, but there's maybe only been 5 total so far that I've cried to and this is one. I actually couldn't even focus on the next story I tried to read and had to take a break after this. I don't think I'm over hyping this fic, at least I hope I'm not. It just really is that good.
In this story the second Apocalypse has just been averted, things have been left unsaid, and an exhausted Crowley breaks down. I can't give a better review than you just let you read these two lines from this fic: "A simple phrase, one sentence, had been enough to kill all the Nightingales in London, and he had buried them alone with bare hands and broken nails, the accompanying silence his judge, jury, and executioner all at once," and, "There, on the bookshop’s floor, with an apocalypse painted onto their bodies, the nightingale’s song begins anew, weaved into their kiss and marking the first page of their new life." Like wtf!! This is gorgeous and devastating! You guys can't keep getting away with this!! Just read this one, please. It's going to hurt you, but read it anyway. And read it at home where you can let yourself feel all of this.
Read it here, fic by actualchangeling
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sendarya · 6 months
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What do Nightingales mean to Aziraphale and Crowley, and is there yet another hidden song? Hint: yes, there is. And it's perfect!
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