#mod: nina

[myflowerdeer666]

[gaypleasantview]

your favorite local trans sisters back in their teenage years

[aceofwhump]

Shadow and Bone 2x05

[aziraphales-library]

do you have some fics where nina and maggie (knowing that azi and crowley aren't human) interact with them? i've always been attached to the idea of maggie and nina being the only ones knowing that they (the ineffables) are an angel and demon, so any fics about that would be appreciated! Thanks a lot, have a good day/night (and also I'm writing this on December 31 2023, so happy 2024 season as well!!!)

Hello. You can check this post for fics like this. Here are more for you...

Spring Cleaning by RCReveal (G)

The Whicker Street friends are busy with spring cleaning in this post S3 speculation when something odd starts to happen to Eric and Muriel. Everyone comes together to help out and enjoy the beautiful spring day.

A Feast Of Friends & Family by ShadesOfDeviant (G)

“Merry Christmas Mr Fell!” Maggie smiles and moves to give Aziraphale a hug, squeezing tightly for a moment as the angel splutters in surprise before she pulls back. “Sorry, I got a bit caught up in the Christmas spirit.” “It’s quite alright my dear, nothing to worry about. It’s lovely to see you so happy.” Aziraphale replies, watching as Maggie smiles and all but bounces off to join Crowley and starts directing the demon where to put her dishes as he takes them out of the Tupperware boxes one by one. Only for the demon to almost drop an entire platter of iced biscuits as Maggie hugs his waist suddenly and visibly squeezes him. AKA: The Whickber Street Traders & Shopkeepers Association decide to have a Christmas meal together. Aziraphale offers to host with the promise not to make them all talk like Jane Austen again.

This Thing You Call Love (I Just Can't Handle It) by EdwardAllenPoe (G)

A couple of months after the events of the Whickber Shop Owners and Street-Traders Association meeting/Ball, Nina decides that she's ready to move forward with Maggie. As she eagerly and anxiously awaits the arrival of the Record Shop owner, a familiar demon comes into the shop after going suddenly MIA those months ago. But, the poor demon is very confused and a lot heartbroken, and Nina tries to help and give relationship advice. Or; Aziraphale comes back home, but Crowley still doesn't understand what Aziraphale feels truly, and Nina tries to help him.

An Ineffable Arrangement by Aidaran, Letha (G)

The Second Coming has been averted. Crowley and Aziraphale are finally together and on the same side. And the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders Association thinks they could take their bliss somewhere else. Or at least the storms associated with it. ------------- Nina, head conspirator of Whickber Street, was, against her will, a woman on a mission. To boldly take a demon where no one had taken him before. Shopping.

Shepherds of the Damned by angelwithawand (T)

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley carves out a life of his own. “On Sundays, he goes to pub trivia night. It doesn’t escape him, the irony of a demon having a place that he attends like clockwork on the Lord’s Day of Rest.”

Especially to Me, Especially if it's You by cyankelpie (T)

Crowley has spent the last two years learning to cope with Aziraphale's absence. So when Aziraphale shows up with no memories, and Crowley is the only one who can help, it's not an easy thing to deal with.

- Mod D

[mansionfreaks]

hello I AM curious to knkw what your onion 🧅 (opinion) is on seafood. becos i had some today

i lovveee seafood . really miss eating congee at home but my bitch dad hated chinese food so we didnt eat it thay much. now i get ej to help me make it all the timme. mod cav: alt text is now on every post.

[voca-stims]

appetite of a people pleaser vflower for anon!

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[seraphic-saphic]

my first versus second Tav (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*)/♡

Top: Nerina 'Nina' Ahearn, Lathander Paladin. I'm romancing Shadowheart with her, and it was a 100% good run.

Bottom: Wren, Draconic bloodline sorcerer and Dark Urge, but hoping to resist it. I'm going to romance either Gale or Wyll with her.

edit - I now have an ask game set up for Nina, feel free to drop question numbers in my ama!!!

[silly-stage-au]

Due to unforseen circumstances, neither of the contestants are currently singing. Even so, the show must go on.

(Please look under the cut before voting.)

“Hey- Hey, look at me.”

Ája looks at you. Despite your body’s infuriating refusal to move, there’s no sign of anger in her eyes. Somehow, you gather up the strength and look at her, tears flowing from your own.

“It’s okay.” She places her hands on your shoulders and gives you a reassuring squeeze. It’s a nice gesture, but it does little to help. “You’re okay, Nina. You’ll make it through this.” She says, and has the nerve to smile at you. She smiles at you like she’s not on death row; Like either of you will be okay after this. One of you will be dead, and as for the other - you’d rather avoid that outcome.

You wish she accepted your offer yesterday. That she let you take on her stupid ‘sacrificial lamb’ role. She has a better chance of winning this thing than half the people in it. You know she’d hate it, being in the spotlight the rest of her life, but she’d be alive. Isn’t that enough? Shouldn’t she want that?

You let out a pitiful sound, like a child. Distantly in your mind, you’re thankful for your foresight to throw your microphone off the stage before you started crying. You rub your snot and tears away with your sleeve. Your heart’s never beaten this fast.

Then, you feel warmth. Ája has her arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close. Your face is buried in her shirt. You do the same to her, clinging onto her like your life depends on it. Maybe it does. Maybe, when the results are called, they won’t know which of you is which; they’ll see you as one person and kill you both. That thought calms your mind a bit.

It surprises you to hear her heart beating as fast as yours. You were expecting to find it still, with how she’s accepted death already. “Come on, Nina,” She says. Instead of responding, you pathetically sob into her shirt. “You have to. Please.”

You stay like that for a moment. Despite the dire circumstances, you can’t help but wish it’d never end. Even if you had to spend the rest of your life like this, fear cursing through your veins, a gun pointed to the back of your head, you wouldn’t care. You’d be with your best friend. That’d be enough.

But everything has an end. Ája moves her hands to your face, cupping it, and holds it in front of hers. To a stranger, somebody in the audience, she probably looks perfectly calm. Only you know her well enough to notice her distress. Her tensed muscles, the twitch of her lips, her eyebrows being the slightest bit furrowed; only you heard her heartbeat. You continue clinging onto her.

“You have to do this. Please,” she pleads, speaking hurriedly, “Not the whole song. Do a verse. A single word, but please, you have to sing. They’ll kill us both if neither sings,” she says, like it’s a bad thing, “They have to hear you sing.”

You stare at her, in place of a response. You couldn’t sing if you tried. Even if you wanted to, you threw your microphone away. It’s over. You’ll both die, and you’ll be happy.

Ája notices your distress (How could she not? Her shirt is stained with your snot and tears). “Follow my breathing, okay? We still have time until the song ends. Don’t look at the timer, look at me. We’re going to do one of our breathing exercises. Don’t think about anything else, just look at me, and focus on your breathing. Okay?”

“Breathe in. One, two, there, four. Hold. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Breathe out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. You’re doing so good." "

Again. Breathe in. One, two, there, four. Hold. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Breathe out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One last time, okay?"

“Breathe in. One, two, there, four. Hold. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Breathe out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.”

“You did so good, Nina. you feel better now, yeah?”

You nod. You’re not crying as much anymore, and though your breathing’s far from steady, it's steadier, and that’s what matters. To Ája, at least. You can’t help but hate her for calming you down like this. 

Her hands come down from your face. She clasps your hands instead. “I don’t know what’s going to happen after the round ends, but I promise you that you’ll be okay. This will just be a bad memory one day. You’ll be able to think of all the good times we had, eventually, without thinking of this one bad thing. I love you. Please, Nina. I believe in you.”

You don’t want to sing, but Ája, who’s cared for you since you were little, who’s shown you more love than you’ll ever deserve, who’s too good for this world, wants you to. You want to be a little kid again, before she told you she’d die for you – before you started grieving her, even when she was right next to you, breathing.

But she’s speaking so calmly. There’s no hint of worry in her face anymore. She believes in you, trusts you to do this. Why? Why do you have to be the one to kill her? Would you feel better were it somebody else in your place? Would Ája fight then, or would she never sing, no matter her opponent?

She hands you her microphone, and before you can think better of it, you take it. She smiles at you. You know she means it this time.

You muster up all your strength and give it your all. You don’t spend any of it on standing up, you sing on the floor. You sing with all your grief and love and hatred. How dare Ája put you through this? Does she not love you? Do you not love her, to be thinking these vile things?

Your voice is strained by the time you sing the first line, but there’s still another one left. One line would be more than enough. Ája would get it, she’d hug you, and she’d forgive you for singing so little. So you sing the last one.

The last you see of Ája is her smile. Then, she stands up, only to sit down behind you. She wraps her arms around you. As the instrumental plays out, she speaks. You’re of no doubt she’s staining your dress with tears, despite her calm voice. “Thank you,” is all she says. You know she’d like to say more, because you would, too, but you’re all out of words. You can’t even bring yourself to cry. You curl in on yourself, ashamed.

As the last of the song plays out, Ája stands up. She says something, and you hate her - the audience, everyone, everything  in this universe, for not hearing her.

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Nina: Don’t say a word. Milly: Nina: Milly: Fergulous. Nina: Milly, I said no words. Milly: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing scrabble, it’s not a word. Now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

[myflowerdeer666]

[bitchass-emojis]

wally inspired app icons :)

this is something i can reliably do requests for. if anyone wants that.

scopophobia tw under cut.

bonus home screen view :)

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

@zay-does-things + @awesomegamer1

This but it’s Bonnie seeing Philip in the game world (along with Giles, Derek and Nina in the background)

[aziraphales-library]

Hello beautiful human !

Can I find in, your glorious library, stories where Crowley has good friends who care for him deeply? Aside from Aziraphale, ofc.

Thank you so much in advance ❤️

Hi! I would recommend our #apocalypse buddies, #crowley & muriel, and #friendship tags for fics to enjoy. Here are more fics in which Crowley has good friends...

Angel, Please by GhostOfCallisto (M)

Crowley and Aziraphale are both regular old humans who met under human circumstances. Crowley is a part of a struggling band called Hellish Rebuke with the demon crew, Aziraphale is a former drag queen named Angel Fell attempting to be a professional dancer. Maggie and Nina are best friends with Crowley and big fans of his band.

I'm Gonna Set Things Right Again by iocallistoeuropa (G)

Aziraphale has gone off to Heaven, Crowley is driving around the country aimlessly, Muriel has learned how to have a "cupperty", and Give Me Coffee... or Give Me Death has now been expanded and renamed Give Me Coffee, Give Me Records... or Give Me Death. Some things have changed for the better, but others have turned into quite a mess. Is there any way to set things right again?

Who Am I Without You? by Lainey_Marie (T)

After Aziraphale left for Heaven, all Crowley wanted to do was lose control of himself and spiral until he couldn't feel anything anymore but there is an angel needing his help to adjust to life on Earth and a pesky coffee shop owner who just won't let him drown in his immense sorrow. With the help of his new friends, Crowley attempts to figure out who he is when he isn't living for Aziraphale or to do Hell's bidding. But what happens when that very same angel returns in desperate need of a hand to save the world once more?

You're Just a Little Under Rehearsed by MickyRC (T)

Drama teacher Crowley loves directing the Tadfield Community Players' shows—interacting with the rest of the staff at the community center, not so much. So when he meets the new accompanist for this year's musical, he's shocked to find that he might actually like him. Possibly more than like, if he's being honest. Aziraphale is fresh from leaving a long career as a church pianist, and hoping that a new job will get him out of the lonely rut he's found himself in. The attention and kindness of the flashy community theater director are unexpected, but not unwelcome. Far from it. But with a community theater to run, a show to put on, and a disgruntled R.P. Tyler looking for any excuse to get rid of Crowley and his theater program, will they be able to make a relationship work? And, more importantly, can they make sure the show still goes on?

The Prize by Caedmon (E)

Need a car? Date my brother. My brother is a real angel but needs a helping hand in the social/romance department, so I’m trying to help him find a good guy. Ages 35-50, employed, good looking, emotionally stable. After an entrance interview, if you successfully date my brother for a set amount of time and pull him out of his shell, I will give you my garage kept 1933 Bentley. Serious inquiries only. Contact gabriel@messenger.com

love like yours (will surely come my way) by CCs_World (T)

Dr Zira Fell is a new professor of theology at St Beryl's University. His first day there he meets the mysterious and enchanting Dr AJ Crowley, an art history professor and a painter. They almost immediately become friends, and spend most of their time getting lunch together, talking, drinking wine, making art, and falling slowly in love with one another. Featuring cameos of everyone's favorite (and least favorite) characters, gratuitous descriptions of paintings, long text messaging conversations, and one cranky cat.

- Mod D

[mansionfreaks]

who usually gets aux in the house? and who has the WORST music