#integrity nightingale

[future-problem]

look at her gaze upon her i love her

She's a hexblood cleric and i'm literally so hyped to play her okay like im going to go crazy i love her so mucy oh my GOD

[nightingaletrash]

me: Melisanne replaces Adelaide as Arturo's go-to assassin after having her mind broken down and rebuilt, morphing her into the perfect killing machine

my brain: okay but what if D'Angelo finds her, sees what's happened and manages to get through to her and with Qadir's help they manage to find Agathon who breaks her blood bond to Arturo, and the three of them go to LA to reunite with Tamika who is so happy to see her friend again that it doesn't matter if she's a bit different now because she's here and it's okay and they're a team again

me: ...isn't it usually you who suggests horrible shit and me who has to try and not die from it?

my brain: this coterie is pure serotonin and I will not be denied

[nightingaleatdawnwrites]

Character, Integrity, and A Proper Mindset

April 23rd, 2024

There’s something wrong with your character if opportunity controls your loyalty. Character, integrity, and a proper mindset are of utmost importance to me.

You don’t always grab every opportunity that comes your way. Think of what you currently have and the benefits you will be getting or achieving from them in the long run.

If you’ve already committed yourself to a company, and there’s an opportunity that you’ll be earning more from a company that reached out to you, weigh the pros and cons of your actions. Although you would earn more from the new company, think of the benefits you would have from the company you are currently working with especially if you already have a symbiotic relationship with that company, meaning you and the company benefit from each other. The company would grow with you and you would grow in terms of personal growth, knowledge, and skills that you would gain from working with your current company, and the camaraderie you already have with your colleagues in your current company.

The same applies to your relationship with your partners and friends. If you are always loyal to each other and treat each other with love, compassion, and respect, those relationships would definitely last for a lifetime. However, if loyalty and respect are no longer there, it’s time to let go and let things be.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Heyyy so if you’ve been around here long enough and payed attention to some of my hints about future posts so here you go!

🦭🌊Selkie au🦭🌊

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So Danny with Jazz are looking through some old family books while Jack and Maddie are at a ghost Hunter convention or something and after like 30 minutes of this Danny finds a very old book, Danny and Jazz weren’t going to read it but the title and a note on the front got there attention

The title itself looks like it was scratched out and is unreadable but the note on the front says ‘For future generations of the Nightingale family’ while Danny is a bit confused about who the Nightingale family is but Jazz looks intrigued and when Danny asks her to explain Jazz says that the Nightingales were their dads OG family name so now their both interested in this book

So they read it and find out that their blood line from their dads side is full of silkie blood and that the ones who found this out hid it from the others in the family and next to the book was a box with a integrate design of seals and waves marked out by silver -{ Plot Convenience }- and as they open it they find three pelts, two fit them perfectly but there is a anther one that is much MUCH smaller than theirs and they just think is was a old relatives and just keeps it in the box

And a few weeks later they are still trying to figure out what to do with this stuff but they hid the book under Jazz’s bed under some extra blanket she keeps under there and his the box under Danny’s bed behind of some old stuff so that if Maddie or Jack find something under one of their beds they don’t find the rest and it was easier from them due to their parents being tired from the Conversation and not really paying attention to what they were doing

But they had to put plans on hold for what to do as Jazz was going to go look at some colleges that she may want to attend for a few days so she leaves but not before she and Danny take out a piece from the portal so they don’t have any emergency’s while Jazz is gone and can’t help

And while Jazz is gone, Maddie and Jack catches Danny changing from ghost to human and Maddie knocks him out and Jack brings him down to the lab and while Maddie is getting things ready for the experiments and stuff, Jack is putting on the restraints and that’s when Danny wakes up and he start to move and get out while pleading for them to let him go and that’s when Maddie and Jack do what the people here in the Dc x Dp love to do traumatize the fuck out of this boy 

And a few days before Jazz is supposed to came back Dani goes to the Fenton home so jazz and Danny can explain what they wanted to ( they texted her saying they wanted to tell her something very important because since she’s Danny’s clone daughter and has his DNA she should have some silkie blood in her and want her opinion on this ) so when she doesn’t see Danny Mama and that’s when Maddie finds her and knocks her out like she did with Danny

As jazz comes home and sees an empty house she just thinks Danny is out with Sam and tuck and her parents are doing something and as she just abouts finishes unpacking she hears a wail and cries that she recognizes as Danny’s voice and big sister instincts ( and a bit of silkie instincts ) kick in and she goes running to the lab

She finds Danny pined down to the table and Dani’s body next to him her body looks like it is going to destabilize any second and that’s when Maddie and Jack notices her and they all start to fight and Jazz manages to knock out her parents and get Danny out of his restraints and he goes to Dani but not before grabbing one of the ecto injections and helping her but due to the damage Jack and Maddie did, she de-ages to about a 1-2 year old

And now that Dani isn’t going to die, Danny and jazz start running to their rooms so they can grab the box and book and some money because they can’t really grab to many things to where their going and run out of the house to a bus stop at the edge of town, where no one goes but buses still stop and they get on and they do this a few more times until they are at a port town and managed to get on one of the fairies is going to a remote island where there is only about 70 people total and as they get there they hide until it is late at night so no one sees them

And they open the box and wrap the pelt around them and little Dani and as they do a pod of seals come closer to them and start making noises almost like their call them back into the water, back home…

And as they start to walk into the water and swim to the pod they know they made the right decision and maybe they can be around humans again

Someday…

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And now onto the DC part of this thing!

So while on a mission to a remote fishing island because something the fishermen seeing at night and Damian was sent out because the Batfam got mad at him due to him seriously injuring a mugger who was injuring a small animal and now he’s here

As he walks around the island it is around 1 in the morning he notices some sounds around a part of the island no one goes to due to sharp rocks around and as he climbs down that’s when he sees them a seal and their pup swimming around until a large wave causes by one of the boats in the water hit the pup and send them up on the beach and almost immediately Damien goes to help the pup back into the water back to their mother who is swimming close and watching him help their pup

And as he puts the pup back into the water they swim back to their mother and he calls this a good day

The next day around that area he comes back and sees the mother and pup again who seem happy to see him

And this goes on for a few days until a few days before he’s supposed to go back to Gotham he goes to the area to see the mother-pup duo and that’s when he sees them a person around his age with a toddler around 1-2 years old as he is standing there he makes eye contact with the person and…he recognizes those eyes as the mothers eyes and they smile at him as the little girl who he now knows as the little seal pup and runs up to him and holds her arms up expectantly and who is he to deny her so he picks her up and walks over to the mother and now that he is closer he notices the brownish red seal that sometimes came around this here but as a very tall woman who looks to be 18-19 or very early 20s

And they explain who they are ( while Damian is internally simping over the pretty silkie boy, Damian called dips this is his beloved now ) and what brought them here and stuff and Damian makes it his mission to protect them ( and get into a relationship with the pretty boy ) so he stays for a bit longer than the OG mission needed too but the Batfam sent him here so they didn’t have to deal with his actions so if here for a bit longer why would they care

Meanwhile, at the Batcave : running around the headless chickens trying to find out why there youngest isn’t coming back in Gotham when he should have

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And now on to the details!

For Danny’s I’m thinking something like this

And for his pelt

Mixed with this

-{ I refuse to believe Danny isn’t a dramatic ass bitch when it comes to fashion }-and here is the hair I’m thinking for him

And for Jazz I’m thinking this

And for her pelt this is what I’m thinking

And hair

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And that’s it! This is inspired my the movie “Song of the sea” that movie has me in a chokehold anyway I hope you guys like it -{ also tumblr kinda kicked me out well I was writing this so if some part are weird that’s why}- Byeeeee

[theoperativeif]

The First Generation

The First Generation of Operatives... (Would love to hear your thoughts on this list ;) )

001 "The First"

Redacted

002 "The Second"

Redacted

003 "Hex"

Cheerful and hyper-violent 003, or Hex, as her siblings have named her is a master of deception. Utilizing a mix of traps, holograms, and stealth armor, she has already shown herself as a dangerous foe, even against her siblings. One of the oldest Operatives, she has also adopted a big sister role to some of her more outcast kin. She displays affection by utilizing ambush hugs and gift-giving.

004 "Shrike"

Unlike most of his siblings, 004 was nicknamed Shrike by the staff here at the lab for his propensity to impale his opponents on premade hooks and left to die or decompose slowly. Competitive and energetic, he has developed a friendly rivalry with 003, whom he always seeks to upstage and harass at every opportunity.

005 "Ari"

Redacted

006 "Mamba"

Smaller and much shyer, similar to his younger sister 013, "Mamba" earned his name from his siblings much later than the others. Weaker and less adept at combat than his siblings, 006 was assigned to frontline duty, hoping to become a good soldier. On the frontlines, sporting light operative combat armor Mamba began using various poisons along with his weapons, earning him a reputation similar to his more prominent and more adept kin.

007 "Stalker"

A hunter, first and foremost, 007 is an expert tracker, often paired with the Heartbreaker Agency and assigned to hunt down their targets. Cautious and slow to trust, he mostly keeps to himself, though he has often been seen spending time with 008. He was last seen nine months after the disaster at Paradise, attempting to track down an unknown target in Commonwealth space...

008 "Nightingale"

Loyal to a fault, 008 has shown herself to be as talented at saving lives as taking them. Always carrying around a medical kit, 008 is constantly on the alert to help her fellow soldiers. Her dedication to those around her has come at a cost, as she will throw herself between those she cares about and danger. She is littered with old scars, including a robotic leg and metal plating in her back. Devastated at the loss she experienced on Paradise, Nightingale or Gale has become a shallow husk of her former self, shutting herself off from others, including her close friend 007.

Currently under observation at the lab.

009 "Mad Dog/ Maximillian"

One would not expect the words of a gentleman to fit the large and equally terrifying Operative. But 009, despite being an expert in messy close-quarters combat, is similarly interested in reading and studying the arts. Assigned as Prince Vasily's guard, the two are unusually close.

010 "Nyx"

Redacted

011 "Ceto"

011 or Ceto, is an expert in aquatic warfare, sporting a unique bright blue combat suit capable of diving into the depths of the galaxy's most dangerous water environments. Relatively friendly and calm, Ceto is loyal to the people of the Empire, above all else. She always professionally presents herself, making it easy for her to integrate with military personnel.

012 "Griffin"

Charismatic and manipulative, Griffin is as power-hungry as he is cruel. Appearing as an average human, 012 has shown themselves capable of manipulating those around him. A smooth voice and innocent smile have earned him many allies in the military, with most viewing him as a grand hero of the Empire. His siblings and those at the lab know the true face hidden behind his hero façade.

013 "The Doll/Little sister"

One of the smaller Operatives, 013, is a proficient hunter and tracker, preferring to let the enemy come to her. She sets traps and carefully scouts positions to fight in. Sporting an oddly flashy personality despite being one of few words she does like to show off when her older brothers and sisters are around, as well as collecting pieces of armor to add to her own, giving off a strange mix of color and armor types. Her armor possesses a form of audio mimicry, allowing her to mimic the voices of her opponents.

014 "The General"

Towering over most on the battlefield, 014 appears as a large shining knight with bulky, heavy armor and a large sword. Charismatic and friendly, this honorable knight has been given the rare honor of receiving an official rank within the army. He has an odd friendship with 015.

015 "Wendigo"

Seeking to finally create a true equal to 001 and 002, the Emperor forced 'Mother' to recreate the original recipe used on the first two. The result was 015. Sporting advanced close-quarter combat armor, this Operative was given the callsign Wendigo by the military and deployed to areas devoid of friendly forces. 015 has exhibited concerning tendencies. When first deployed, they modified their armors mask to have a sort of robotic jaw, which they use to 'consume' their victims ritualistically.

015 is affectionate to those they deem as worthy while mostly ignoring others as if they don't even exist.

[princeweenie]

cadence and diaval, the stinkiest siblings ever

INFO DUMP INCOMING!! brace yourself

background-

cadence and diaval are both nightwings. they were born into a very poor family. within their family, tensions were always high — their parents were distant, and often not even present; all of the dragonets tended to fight over food. each day, none of them knew if they’d go to bed with a full stomach or not.

cadence and diaval had a closer relationship with each other compared to the rest of their family. while all of the kids fought to fend for themselves, cadence and diaval split their portions of food. they looked after each other.

cadence is a few years older. she often teased her youngest brother, diaval, but they cared for each other nonetheless — especially because diaval was born with paralyzed wings, and cadence knew he’d likely die on his own.

one night, their parents disappeared. nobody thought anything of it, as they typically did so for days at a time. days passed, then weeks, then months. they never came back. as the children grew, they realized that being together was useless. so the family split apart and spread all over the continent in search of brighter futures.

cadence and diaval stayed together for longer, until diaval became an adult. but she soon realized that she couldn’t do it anymore. one night, she took a page out of her parents’ book — she disappeared and never returned to her younger brother.

cadence-

cadence had nothing. she’d go days at a time without eating. she’d resort to begging strangers for food, which typically never heralded good results.

one thing she did have, however, was a unique talent: a beautiful voice. she began to sing in the streets for money. passersby, entranced by her song, spread word quickly of the sweet nightingale, blessed with both beauty and talent. dragons heard of the shimmering, silver nightwing who appeared out of nowhere and sang her siren song for anyone fortunate enough to come across her.

these pretty words, of course, made her into a spectacle.

cadence rose to fame. she performed for the highest elites at snobby, expensive-looking parties. she was thrust into a world of glitter, gold, and lavish finery, so different from the one she was born into. as if she were a trophy to be won, rich dragons dragged her around, brandishing her and labeling her as a musical seductress, only to toss her away when they grew bored of her.

she began to expect the short attention span from everyone around her. she knew how fleeting their focus was. cadence came from nothing, and from the dragons who hired her, she was given everything — but that all could be taken away. and then she’d go back to having nothing.

cadence became desperate to please. she’d stop at nothing to entertain those who desired her. she treated everyone with kindness, but it was strained. she hated the social circles she had been integrated into. she became snobby and selfish and greedy, just like the rich dragons who wielded her talent like a blade. she became sort of flighty and distressed, often having panic attacks when she felt the attention from those around her slipping from her grasp.

still, she had everything: she traveled the world, was fed every night, and was given any kind of jewelry she desired. but it was all so material. if she wasn’t pretty or talented, everything would be stripped away. the dragons in charge of her certainly had the means to do so, anyway.

eventually, cadence sings at a party for the newly-crowned queen andromeda. dozens, maybe hundreds, of dragons swoon over her song. she even catches the attention of the queen herself.

cadence is drawn to the cool confidence and commanding presence of the queen. she falls for her, and is delighted to learn that andromeda returns her affections.

for months, cadence lives with andromeda in her palace. she forsakes her career of singing and delights in roaming the gardens and giving company to the queen. she forms close relationships with the staff, along with an affection for andromeda’s young seer, camisado.

eventually, andromeda, too, grows bored of cadence. their once fluffy relationship becomes strained. andromeda is no longer focused on cadence, and starts to view her as a burden. one night, andromeda casts cadence away.

cadence is thrust into nothing. she picks up her career once more, but the reins are tightened. she is no longer allowed to be independent— because look where that got her. her freedom was stripped away as punishment for being ungrateful.

once again, she travels the world, going from place to place, heeding to every command. she is idolized and admired by many, but nothing feels real. she never finds joy in anything anymore.

diaval-

when his sister left him, diaval’s life came crashing down. he was an adult, but he was heavily dependent on her. he was trapped in a small, unforgiving town with no means of escaping and no way to acquire food (as cadence typically took on that responsibility).

he never attempted to beg or scour for food. he never had the motivation for such attempts. he was only skin and bones — and with the hunger came sickness. when it got too bad, he’d steal from vendors in the street. he was lucky if he escaped without them noticing.

he spent years like this, hardly getting by at all. he could not fly, so he could not leave his town. there was nothing around for miles, and he was in the middle of a hot desert — if he tried to flee, he’d surely die.

eventually, he caught word of the arrival of a witch. whispers spread of a great, strange being with the power to grant any wish you asked of her.

diaval wasted no time in searching for her. and he was successful.

her name was menagerie. she was a beautiful, large dragon (resembling a leafwing, though he was never sure) who had the powers of an animus. like it were a dream, or out of the storybooks, she promised to grant him any wish so long as he stayed with her and her traveling group.

diaval did not hesitate in his decision. it was too good to be true, even — a wish for anything he desired, AND a steady home and food source?

he asked her to give him the gift of flight. and menagerie upheld her promise — immediately, diaval could feel a weight being lifted off of his back. he never could before, but now he could lift his wings. he could fold them and stretch them.

with ease, diaval could finally fly. it was all he’d ever desired, even above the reunion between him and his sister or a reliable source of food. everything he’d gone through had been worth it, because he finally had the freedom of flight.

the first year of being with menagerie and her group was… interesting. the dragons around them, her “followers”, idolized her like she were a god. they listened to her every command. diaval eventually did, too. after all, he was eternally grateful for what she gave him.

but soon it became too much. the motives of the dragons around him were questionable. some would disappear, never to return. the stench of blood was everpresent and ominous, though he never saw anything.

along with this, he had very little independence. they’d travel from kingdom to kingdom, town to town, but diaval never got to enjoy it. he was not allowed to leave menagerie’s group. of course, he loved and appreciated her, but this isn’t what he wanted.

one night, he witnessed something horrible. a stranger in a town they were visiting became angry. he hurt one of menagerie’s followers for reasons unbeknownst to diaval. and diaval watched as menagerie and the others slaughtered him to protect their own.

it made sense, in a way — they were all a family, and one of them had been wronged. but it was too violent. in the night, diaval broke his promise to menagerie — he attempted to flee.

menagerie found out. she dragged him back. and she was furious.

she stripped away his gift. diaval’s wings weighed down against him once more. he was horrified — the one thing he had to himself — his flight — was torn from him.

but menagerie cared for him, still, in a way. she decided to give him one last chance. she’d return her gift, but in a different way.

diaval was terrified and disgusted as pain racked his body. his scales shrunk into fine points, his teeth receded into his body. in a matter of moments, he had been turned into a raven.

from that day, menagerie kept him by her side always. he became her “eyes”— he would fly and witness all that happened around her, then he’d report his findings back to her. never could he leave.

menagerie showed a small kindness when she reverted him back into his dragon form. diaval was disgusted by himself to find that he’d been permanently changed — instead of the sharp spines along his back, black feathers protruded from his body. his wings, still useless as a dragon, were large and feathered.

rarely is he ever allowed to be in his original form. most days, menagerie keeps him as a raven. diaval hates to be a bird. he cannot walk as he normally would, nor can he speak at all. he is condemned to only watch.

being a raven gives him a heavy sense of derealization. days pass by in minutes. he forgets who he was before he became menageries “eyes”. even when he is allowed to spend time in his dragon form, he adopts bird characteristics: often forgetting to speak and instead staring at dragons, moving erratically instead of fluidly, and stealing shiny things (like jewelry) off of unsuspecting dragons.

the only plus side to being a raven is that he can fly. that (along with shiny trinkets) is the only thing he finds joy in — even though that joy is strained, because he knows he will never be truly free.

[xenosagaepisodeone]

you know how sometimes you read a book or an article about a tragic subject and come to develop a deep fondness of it, to where you can't help but think "if I was there...."? like how some people go "I could have saved them" about people like kafka and sylvia plath? that's me but about neanderthals. they are my secret pet interest. when reading arguments in favor of the theory that they died off due to disease/were forcibly driven to extinction as opposed to merely integrating into other groups of peoples, I go "no....no....they should have been frolicking and playing...I would have become the florence nightingale of neanderthal health and safety if I didnt live in the stupid ass 21st century"

[chocoblep]

#3: Fighting Form

Prompt: Tempest

Kismet took a single step backward as he flipped one of his daggers into a backward grip. Across the mats in the basement of Nightingale House, Shev did the same as he shook out his hands and brought them up in front of him. This was their third match of the night, as they were both trying to get back into their respective fighting forms. For Shev, it had been a while, and Kismet’s first fight back at the Tavern had been nigh on disastrous. And so, he and Shev faced off, as partners who like to fight are wont to do.

Neither of them moved for a long time, both of them waiting for the other to make the first attack, but it was Shev who budged first. He didn’t come in for a strike, no; instead, he straightened up and walked along the side of the mats, as if sizing Kismet up for something altogether different that had the lavender-haired viera arching a brow.

“Like what you see, Silvertongue?” Kismet queried, the amused curve of his lips drawing a lopsided smirk from the taller viera.

“Yer well put-together, aye,” Shev replied, moving far too casually for a fight. If Kismet didn’t know any better, he’d have let down his guard. But he did know better. Shev was, in essence, a walking force of nature, and the predatory glint in his golden eyes had Kismet tightening his grip on one of his blades. “It’s almost like yer beggin’ me t’ take ya apart.”

Kismet didn’t move from his spot, but two fingers rose from his backward blade in preparation. When Shev’s eyes darted to those fingers, Kismet sneered at him. “I’ll only beg if you win, sweetheart,” he practically purred.

Shev rolled a shoulder, and then shrugged. “Well, I’ve got some work t’do then, aye?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but Kismet was anticipating his lunge. He flipped his blades in the air and smacked his hands together, rapidly forming three mudra as Shev hurtled toward him. When he extended his hands, a column of water enveloped the other viera, and Kismet caught his daggers again and stepped through the shadows to the other side of the geyser before Shev burst out of it, water running in rivulets over the shield that the ward ring had put on his person.

“Ah, normally I’d offer a blow-dry with your wash, but the water doesn’t seem to be sticking,” he called out, and Shev wheeled around to face him.

“Nice trick, lad,” Shev called back, and no sooner had the words left this mouth was he slamming into Kismet, driving him into one of the invisible ward-walls. “Got a few ‘a my own.” A quick one-two with his elbow and fist kept Kismet pinned there, but not for long.

As soon as Shev shifted again, Kismet slipped downward and away, aiming a slash at Shev’s leg as he whirled around him. He dodged a knee meant for his gut and two punches aimed at his solar plexus and his head before thrusting an arm up to block a swift snap-kick.

“Orange already,” Shev commented as he kept up with his assault. Kismet paid it no mind; his shield was lower in integrity than Shev’s was, but that was fine. He just needed to bide his time and strike when he could. “Best get yer knees ready.” A flurry of punches dodged, and one parried with a quick swipe of Kismet’s arm, which he then snapped inward for a slash at Shev’s exposed midsection. The taller viera’s lantern flickered to join Kismet’s, bathing both of them in a warm pumpkin glow.

“Whose knees?” Kismet retorted, pressing the attack. Shadow-stepping behind Shev, he swiftly stabbed his knives inward toward the man’s kidneys, but Shev was too quick and half-turned, dodging both thrusts and planting his heel in Kismet’s hip, knocking him back and sending one of his daggers clattering across the floor.

“I didn’t agree to beg, Sta–”

Anything else Shev was about to say was cut off as Kismet threw out his free hand, this time closing it into a fist as if around an invisible string. He yanked his hand back toward himself and Shev doubled over with a gasp, trying but failing to take in any air. Kismet didn’t pull the air away from him for long; just enough to keep him off-balance before darting in for a decisive blow to his ribcage with his remaining dagger.

Shev’s lamp went deep crimson as Kismet let him breathe again, and he answered with a series of maneuvers that Kismet had only ever seen him practice slowly. This was at rapid speed, though, and as the pair of them dodged and weaved around each other, Shev picked up his momentum again. Kismet didn’t realize that Shev was channeling aether until fire was licking up the other’s arm, and as Shev went in for a fire-laced palm strike, Kismet tried to push all of the air around him at the man to drive him back.

It wasn’t the greatest idea he’d ever had, but it worked. The air ignited the fire, and the resulting explosion threw them both back into opposite walls. Shev’s shield went down then, and he called the match in Kismet’s favor. As they met in the middle of the mats, Shev put his hands on his hips and watched Kismet. “Y’know, I wonder if we could combine those somehow without blowin’ ourselves up in th’ process. Yer wind, and a fire strike? Could make a right flamethrower.”

Kismet grabbed his fallen dagger and sheathed both of them with a thoughtful look on his face. “Maybe not your close-range elemental abilities, that’d have too much of a chance to hurt you. But something like… Roelle’s lightning? We could make a lightning storm at a longer range.”

“Hells, I wouldn’t wanna be on th’ receivin’ end ‘a tha’,” Shev mused. They started toward the bar, simultaneously snaking arms around each other as they walked. “Whatcha want ta drink, Starlight? I’ll make ya somethin’.”

“Anything’s fine,” Kismet responded with a smile and a sideways glance, “ as long as I don’t have to beg for it.”

[saglaophonos]

i keep seeing ppl talk about 1941 theories where *something happened* afterwords, and do you know why that is? i haven’t rewatched the 1941 minisode in a hot minute, but was there stuff there that gave off the impression that more happened? /gen

oh that’s a great question and i would love to answer it. there is nothing especially suggestive that something else happened in 1941 apart from aziraphale claiming to have also done the apology dance that year in an earlier episode. however i have always loved the idea of going back to 1941 in s3, which i dont see as a “theory” in so much as i see it as a great place of potential for the story. personally, i see the original 1941 scene as an integral part of the creative process behind s1 for reasons i won’t reiterate here when i can just link you to the post i made about it.

there is something to be said about how 1941 is the only flashback we return to in s1 and s2. the “rule of threes” girlie in me just thinks about how if there are going to be three seasons, there ought to be three 1941 scenes. “nightingale in berkeley square” is literally a song about two lovers spending the night together until dawn….1941 is a long night, but we haven’t seen dawn yet. ultimately there’s great storytelling potential in telling a three part flashback that you can only understand the impact of in its totality once you’ve seen the last part.

if i can predict anything about what neil gaiman may or may not do as a writer, i know he enjoys subverting audience expectations and preheld assumptions - i mean, look to the opening of s2 during the pre-fall scene. i could very easily see a return to 1941 being the opening of s3 and functioning in a similar way in retconning the story in the present. in fact i have written my pitch for what i think that would look like lol

so to answer your question! nothing has especially gave off an impression that the story will go back to 1941. however i have full convinced myself that it is happening because it should lol. @moonyinpisces do you want to jump in here at all lmfao

[armoredisopod]

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Never heard of me? It's fine, one day my name will be known across the lands.

Pepe, 6* Limited Earthshaker Guard

Greetings, Doctor, i come on behalf of the distinguished Pasha to discuss the cooperative project you plan to hold in the Pasha's territory

My name is Juna Pekape-Sakt Hatshepst, but my friends... friends can call me Pepe.

Operator Outfits Update

Total of 8 new outfits, 3 new additions for the new Misaligned Sightseer brand, 3 new additions for the Epoque brand, 1 new addition for the Coral Coast brand and 1 new addition for the 0011/Yun brand

Misaligned Sightseer

倾听 (Hearken) - Weedy

沉思之庭 (Courtyard of Contemplation) - Hoederer

流辉 (Radiant Flow) - Nightingale (21 OP)

Epoque

To Rest in Night Breezes - Poncirus

Vib-rant - Bryophyta

A Picnic Before a Long Trip - Eyjafjalla the Hvít Aska (24 OP)

Ah Professor, the lambs are already having a picnic over there, would you like to join me?

Coral Coast

Summer Flowers FA083 - Caper (Event Reward)

0011/Yun

Among the Clouds - Ptilopsis

Bryophyta's outfit will be up for sale during So Long, Adele Retrospect

Caper's outfit is a reward from RA2 Tales Within the Sand

Announced a rerun for La Pluma, Elysium, Surtr and Minimalist's Coral Coast outfits, up for sale at the same time as the new Misaligned Sightseer and Epoque outfits

Operator Modules Update

Sand Reckoner being part of the Summoner Supporter branch immediately gets his module

SUM-X module base effect makes the first deployment of Sand Reckoner's summoned unit not count towards the Unit Limit

Wandering Medic branch gets 1 module type

Nightingale gets her second module

RIN-Y module base effect allows Nightingale to heal up to 4 targets at a time

Kal'tsit and Phantom get Integrated Strategies specialized modules

These modules can only be used in Integrated Strategies but have no unlock mission requirements, lower material costs and take only 1 module data block per level

Kal'tsit's IS module allows her to heal 2 targets at once, Mon3tr does not count towards the Unit Limit and has increased Max HP, ATK and received healing

Phantom's IS module makes it so whenever Phantom and his clone attacks it reduces both his and his clone's redeployment time by 1s (up to a limit), the clone does not count towards the Unit Limit and deploying the clone reactivates Phantom's skill

Events and Stories

Inudi Harek, Horakhet, a Sargon side story event

So Long, Adele Retrospect, scheduled after Inudi Harek, Horakhet

Operator Archives update for Eyjafjalla the Hvít Aska, Mudrock, Sand Reckoner, Puzzle, Cement and Czerny

Record Restore update for Ideal City: Carnival in the Endless Summer

Misc Stuff

New QoL changes

Added a number of advanced tutorial stages to teach players about certain mechanics

Module Trust requirements will be changed; Lv1 Module can be unlocked at 0% Trust, Module can be upgraded to Lv2 after reaching 50% Trust and then to Lv3 after reaching 100% Trust

Players can change the skills and modules of operators they borrow from the Support function (like in IS/SSS)

Mudrock, Whisperain and Jackie added to recruitment

SSS New Season #6, Wilderness Zone Security Service - The Royal Victorian Academy of Science & Baiyunjian Pharmacy

Annihilation #27 - Icebound Valley, annihilation mission with The Rides to Lake Silberneherze enemies and mechanics

Livestream Stuff

Showcased Pepe, a 6* Earthshaker Guard that wants to cycle her skills fast and has some neat gimmicks in her kit

First Talent makes it so that she gains 1 SP for every enemy she defeats during skill duration after the skill ends (up to a limit)

Second Talent gives an ATK buff to all Guards when she is deployed

Skill 1 makes her next attack deal increased damage and can hold charges, if she falls under abnormal status like Stun/Freeze/etc while holding a skill charge she will immediately cleanse herself when an enemy walks into her range and perform an attack

Skill 2 expands her attack range, increases her ATK and ASPD and makes her attack enemies within range randomly, subsequent skill activations grants her more ASPD (up to a limit)

Skill 3 increases her ATK and attack interval, enemies hit by her attacks will get Stunned and her main target will get Stunned for even longer, after every few attacks her ATK and Splash radius will increase (up to a limit)

Showcased Narantuya, a 6* Loopshooter Sniper that specializes in being in the frontlines to maximize her damage output

First Talent allows her to Steal ATK & DEF from enemies she attacks (up to a limit, resets when retreated)

Second Talent grants her Physical & Arts Dodge and decreases enemy Physical and Arts Hit Rate within the 8 surrounding tiles

Skill 1 is stance change skill that reduces her attack range in exchange for making her disk jump to nearby enemies (up to a limit) before returning

Skill 2 makes her attacks deal a certain amount of Physical damage and inflict Slow, the disk will pierce her main target and increase in size before returning, hitting every enemy on the way back

Skill 3 allows her to throw multiple disks at once and when she retrieves her disks she deals Physical damage to a number of enemies in the 8 surrounding tiles

Showcased the event mechanic, tiles that reduce ally ASPD/increases enemy movement speed, these tiles can be cleared by attacking them rapidly (uses hit based HP), the tiles will disappear when all connected tiles have taken sufficient hits so players can choose to either deal with small chunks or intentionally connect the tiles with a deployable device to clear out a massive field at once

Announced an expansion for RA2 Tales Within the Sand with a number of new additions

You can capture certain enemies using special devices after weakening them enough, you can bring them to the base and keep them there and even deploy them in battle and have them fight alongside your operators

Added a "peaceful" difficulty setting where enemy raids will be disabled

New gamemode "Vector Breakthrough", looks to be an improved version of Interlocking Competition, you gain buffs depending on the operators you used in the side nodes

Announced the first expansion for IS5 adding a new starting squad and the fourth ending

The starter banner will be changed, it will now have Thorns, Exusiai, SilverAsh, Mountain, Blaze and Saria

New player login rewards have been changed, players can get a headhunting ticket, 10x kernel headhunting, instant 5* E2 voucher, instant 5* Max level training device, T3 material tickets and a starter banner 6* selector ticket (old players will also get these login rewards)

Revealed more info about the Dungeon Meshi collab, confirmed that Chilchuck will be a playable unit and the event mechanic will be gathering ingredients by defeating enemies and cooking them in a pot

[j2zara]

As the originator of Bluejay I have some formless thoughts on the names for the other two that don’t necessarily have to be integrated mass fandom but

Esme @neerdowellnarrator suggestion for j3 n j4 to be magpie (greed connection) and canary (the omen, the one trying to warn the others to get out before it’s too late) is genuinely brilliant I love it so much

I also like nightingale for j4

I will say, tho. I think J2 is fully ready to glom onto Bluejay as his name name but for j3 and j4 the bird nicknames are just that. They’re Porter pet names but that’s not who they Are.

J4 wants a person name. She’s been mulling this over for a while and she’s been trying to find the right one but nothing has clicked yet (nothing has clicked for me yet ok)

J3 is the most ambivalent about being j3. He does not like being Three but doesn’t mind being J3. For some reason the distinction feels important. In some ways I actually think he tries to own being J3.

Doesn’t stop him from playing around with what the others call him tho but the tone when he workshops is a lot more unserious than j4’s like. Scribbled frenzied notebook of ideas and crossed out names.

J4 wants a name that is not evocative of Jace at all. J3 doesn’t mind a Jace-derivative. Jess, Jax, Jasper etc (that’s an Elijah @delinquentbookworm special thank you) (on a personal note I actually like all of these for him. Even if Jess is mainly bc I can’t stop thinking abt Jess Ross’s cabbage tramp stamp. J3 wishes that was him)

[new-dinosaurs]

Catharus arcanus Halley et al., 2023 (new species)

(Preserved skins of Catharus arcanus, from Halley et al., 2023)

Meaning of name: arcanus = mysterious [in Latin]

Suggested common name: Darién nightingale-thrush

Age: Holocene (Meghalayan), extant

Where found: The Serranía de Majé and Serranía del Darién mountain ranges in Panama

How much is known: At least 26 collected specimens are held in museum collections.

Notes: C. arcanus is a thrush, one of several types of secretive, dark gray thrushes from the montane forests of Central and South America. Until recently, these thrushes were considered members of a single species, C. fuscater. However, a new study on the anatomy, vocalizations, and genetics of these birds has suggested that they should instead be split into seven distinct species. Out of these seven, C. arcanus had not been previously named as a subspecies of C. fuscater, and therefore needed to be formally described as a new species.

Among the former members of C. fuscater, C. arcanus is most closely related to the Pirre nightingale-thrush (C. mirabilis), which is found nearby on the Cerro Pirre mountain in Panama. C. arcanus has a slightly paler back than C. mirabilis, and female individuals of C. arcanus can be distinguished from those of C. mirabilis in lacking a dark "cap" on the head. Both species differ from their close relatives in South America in their calls as well as the yellowish tinge on their undersides, though this coloration fades within a few years after death and is not apparent from old museum specimens.

Reference: Halley, M.R., T.A. Catanach, J. Klicka, and J.D. Weckstein. 2023. Integrative taxonomy reveals hidden diversity in the Catharus fuscater (Passeriformes: Turdidae) complex in Central and South America. Zoological Journal of the Linnean Society advance online publication. doi: 10.1093/zoolinnean/zlad031

[nightingaleatdawnwrites]

Virtual Assistance Career

Thursday, March 14th, 2024

I used to have low self esteem as I was bullied when I was in Grade 2. But this has changed ever since I began my career as a virtual assistant.

I started from scratch. With only my vast educational history and my previous employment as the assistant manager of our family owned business, I was very lucky enough that clients hired me on Elance. That was in January 2008. Only after a month of job searching, I got hired by a client based in New Zealand for a data entry project. I believe after two months, I got hired as a Support Coordinator for an IT Consulting Company based in Cranberra, Australia and as a Marketing and Distribution Representative by documentary film directors based in Sydney, Australia. I believe my clients who hired me when I was just a newbie in the freelancing world saw the potential in me and believed that I will be a valuable asset to their companies.

In January 2013, I applied for virtual assistance certification with a virtual assistance certification company based in Surrey, Vancouver, B.C. CANADA (VAcertified) and my application was approved in August 2013. I was granted the title VAcertified. I have been working as a virtual assistant for 16 1/2 years.

To those who want to be a part of the virtual assistance world, may I suggest that you take up a virtual assistance course and decide which niche you would like to specialize in.

I specialize in Administrative Support and Customer Service, however, I can also do Data Entry (this is my forte), Lead Generation, Market Research, Real Estate Virtual Assistance, Content and Creative Writing, and Social Media Advertising. I’m a “Jill of All Trades”. What more can you ask for? I plan to study Amazon Product Researcher, Bookkeeping, and Accounting. I have a never ending love for learning!

If you’re interested in hiring me, send me an email at Allyson.Lontoc.VAcertified@gmail.com and I will respond within one business day.

Thank you in advance for your interest in hiring me and have an amazing afternoon!

[safrona-shadowsun]

A wrapped brown paper package arrives at the Elysian Sojourn, brought by one of Safrona's own couriers. Attached to the package with string is a wooden coin; on one side is a familiar avian symbol and on the other is "Lady Safrona Shadowsun." A note is attached, which reads: "From one unrepentant mystery to another. A very happy Winter Veil to you."

Inside is a wine bottle, tightly sealed and still encrusted in dirt and its label faded with age. But from the engraved symbology on the bottle, and what can be read of the label, it can be surmised that this vintage is old...very old, likely dating to before the Sundering and grown and produced somewhere in the ancient Kaldorei empire, amongst the Highborne. Just faintly, the word "Suramar" can be made out on the label.

Like most ancient vintages, this one had in no way been safe for consumption and could not be opened to be replicated for the risk of destroying its contents on exposure. But for Safrona, such specific relics had their place in her home as precious tastes of history. She'd chosen a high shelf in her bedroom as the fitting display after the holidays, assuring the bottle would not be met with untimely disaster or mistaken selection elsewhere. Paying a few extra coin to have the bottle cleaned up carefully, Safrona read over the Nightingale's little note again with a returning humor. Even the bottle itself was an unrepentant mystery. It had been a perfectly suitable gift.

"It's, uh, ready?" Roselyn announced at the bedroom door, presenting the cleaned up bottle a little awkwardly. With her careful, patient hands and artistically focused eye for detail, Safrona knew her resident cartographer would be the perfect choice to pry away the years of dirt without sacrificing the integrity of the bottle's label. Restoration was not typically the artist's field, but she wasn't going to turn down extra coin when offered.

"Perfect," Safrona complimented, carefully taking the old bottle with care to almost test its liquid weight. She fell into quiet admiration, eyeing the opaque, discolored glass, the remnants of the label that stubbornly clung to it with its remnant truth, gently touching the lusterless foil around the stuck cork. A thousand stories in the hands of those that came to touch it before, no longer lost to time.

"...yup," Rose answered with a sort of puzzled ambivalence, and left the Courier to her admiration.

{ @astralfox0893 <3 guest starring @roselyn-ravenblade! }

[loveisstardust]

"No nightingales"

I think those two words will forever make me cry. My little music nerd heart got punched by those words and I still don't think I've recovered and possibly never will.

The symbolism is of course obvious. At the end of series 1, Crowley and Aziraphale had found their 'our side' and made peace with the fact that they had no one but each other, which obviously suited them down to the ground. But I feel like the song itself mean more than that. It's an idyllic view of the world, a London park, in the height of summer adorned with the most beautiful bird song. That is what Crowley wants them to be surrounded by. He wants to be able to gaze lovingly at Aziraphale, in a park, in London, and have the world stop around the two of them.

I know it seems obvious but the fact that this particular song is so intertwined with the show, fits so perfectly with their characters and yet also juxtaposes the themes of this series. The world isn't perfect. People don't just fall in love and live happily for all eternity. There is no doubting the love Crowley and Aziraphale share, but just as Nina and Maggie, they have to work to understand and communicate that love.

Instead of restating the obvious, I wanted to say about the fact that music has been integral to the plot of this series. Maggie's record shop, despite having not been filled with customers. Layed the initial foreshadowing for the series. The record Aziraphale purchases (Shostakovich Symphony No.5), was written during Stalin's reign over Russia, a period of absolute terror and upheaval within Russia. More information can be found here:

https://www.cambridgelive.org.uk/cornex/news/story-behind-shostakovichs-fifth-symphony

This immediately creates the allusion to troubles in heaven, even before Gabriel appears.

The origionally scored music as well as specifically chosen tracks such as 'Everyday' create a perfect shape to the series.

I do also have a special connection to A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square, as I sang it in a choir a few years ago. The song itself sways between verses, lulling into moments that sigh to the stars. It is a shimmer of romance that shows two people in love. It was not long after the show had come out, and I now realise that it created an even greater connection for me with these two characters.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Six: Sharpe

Roxie and Mercutio manifested their vision of being the eternally honeymooning hot couple in the village.

Their love language - physical touch - was spoken everywhere they went. Even a visit to their wedding venue concluded with a test of the structural integrity of the pews. Nightingale Chapel had never seen a couple-to-be so decidedly nude within its walls.

Back at the trailer, Edwin focused on his own fitness routine. No television in the trailer meant no creature comforts, so it was over the outdoors. He began breathing his way through basic yoga stretches and quickly found enjoyment in the autumn breeze entering his lungs. The bear sculpture outside the trailer staunchly stood and watched over Edwin as he flowed through the morning and breathed through the afternoon. Hanging out with his yogi bear was just as fun as having a partner... that said, a hug would be nice.