#nightinggale

[spotaus]

What was I doing???

[fandomfreakgeekchic]

Divine Leliana: Now that I am divine, things are gonna change but first,

*whips out a box filled with fancy shoes*

Leliana: WE must assure that fashion does not die within the chantry! *proceeds to throw shoes left and right.*

Sister Giselle: ....MAker PeRsErVE Us.

[aphsatan]

IM SO DUMB. IM THE DUMBEST I HAVE TO UPDATE NIGHTINGALE IT’S HSI BTIRHTDAY. ITS NORWAYS FUCKIGN BIRTHDAY SHIT SFCUK

[roxyreviewsstuff]

My mom gave me this @pretty_vulgar #Nightinggale pallete from one of the @boxycharm boxes that she saved up for Christmas and I absolutely adore this pallete! The shades remind me a lot of the moodstruck vol 4 by younique. These shades are generally good for blue eyes, i heard. The design of the palette is just so adorable! I love the shape and it’s really cute! The #PrettyVulgar formula is really good! It’s my first palette by them; i didn’t notice any fallout and my shadows blended well. Pretty vulgar is a new brand to me and so far I have really liked their products. The packaging is really creative, and their formulas are good. I haven’t had any allergic reactions or any kind of poor quality products. Truthfully i don’t look forward to plain black mascaras, but I’m really looking forward too hopefully getting to try their new mascara that came out recently. That’s how much I’ve enjoyed their products lol. I found out about them at @Sephora but i enjoy finding them in my #Boxycharm boxes. #BoxyCharmers #BoxyBabes #bloggers #MOTD #MakeupOfTheDay #IFB #FollowForFollow #ThirstyThursday #MakeupReviews #Bblogger #BeautyBlogger #Makeup #Influensters #BeautyReviews #IFB #IFollowBack #FollowMe ➡️ @roxyreviewsstuff ⬅️ #FollowForFollowback #FollowTrain #FollowChain #FollowForFollow #FollowFriday #Follow #ProductReviews #ProductReviewers https://www.instagram.com/p/BtUAXg4hnuQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9vywbucf0l55

[brimmsedge]

Dream: The Ebonvale

The dream starts with me in a concert of rave. At first all I see is a giant triangle. A chevron. A line of a mountain. A white neon summit. Just a dark room with two lines meeting at the top. So it wasn’t a triangle. Well, two thirds of one. Super complicated stuff, hold on. 

After a few moments of clarity and darkness, the music started up soft the unnoticeable crowd roared in applause and cheers. The dancing began and as did the side lights and strobes. The beat was low and not techno, or anything crazy at first. It felt like a Daft Punk, 1980s song. Like a Atomic Blonde, Stranger Things feel. Thor Ragnorak is a good example too. Electric lights and such. There was no bad, just a DJ. Regardless.

Between the flashing lights, my smile cracked face. Eyes closed and moving to the rhythm of the music. It’s amazing what a good vibe can do. Surrounded by good people. Nothing beyond this darkness is waiting for me. Just this room and as far as the sound-waves carry the music. During the glimpse of wavering lights I looked beside me to see my friend Zenae and another friend, who didn’t have a face. I just recognized them as my friend.  I was surprised and caught off guard. A little embarrassed to be caught dancing to freely. She just smiled and wiggled her body in a consensual gesture of apathy. If my eyes could smile, they most certainly did. I felt the drip of a thousand liquid souls funnel into one. The ocean waves crashed into me. Pulled me down, dragged me under, sucked me into breathable ecstasy. 

After the march of the beat, and tired feet, my world slowed. The upside down V that was the only light source fixed my attention. The two legs of the structure closed creating a singular vertical line. It extended toward me. Like a dividing highway. All I saw was darkness and that line. The music stopped. Silence filled my ears. Touching sound. I slipped into a slumber. Or numb stupor. 

Suddenly I’m standing in a circular room with 5 bridges spreading from it. One from left and right. One from straight in front of me. And two between the left and right ones to the middle.  So 9, 10, 12, 2, and 3 o clock. Each bridge was about 10 feet long and made out of strange particles. Black, white, rainbow, Violet and Red. They looked like the Bifrost bridge. Thin, almost made of glass or unknown material. Stardust is what Brimm called it. But he explained it was a type of Stardust Ethernet cable. Fiber optic crystallized light. 

Brimm this time appeared as a male, mid thirties, scarred face, long shaggy black hair, and rough eyebrows. He looked like a fierce warrior. Except the modern office clothes. White dress shirt, black vest, and red tie. Grey dress pants and black shoes. His sleeves were rolled up. 

Here sound echoed from an unknown location. It distorted the sound around a sphere almost. Unclear. Brimm put his hand on my back and ushed me toward the black bridge. It had a white outline and the particles were flowing from one end of the bridge toward the far end. At the end was a portal. You could only see it once you stepped on the bridge. After stepping off the platform I could also see 4 others on their bridges, ushered by their dream-host it seemed. Everyone looked as scared and confused as I felt. Though I don’t think I showed it. 

Brimm said to me, “In the Ebonvale, there are no rules. Remember this. Win no matter what. I believe in you.” whispering it into the back of my neck with his hand up my spine. Making it so I couldn’t face him as he said this. He inched me toward the portal, I tried not to resist but I had realized that I was. It wasn’t until he pushed me through the black liquid veil that all feeling cut loose from me. 

No more strings. No tension. I felt myself falling, my arms and legs stopped following my commands. I couldn’t see anything. I saw the same Λ shape in the background. It flashed, only for a moment. Enough for me to realize I was underwater. I swam to the surface. Not much brighter but enough for clue me in to location. 

I was in a dark sewer. I remember running through the halls of the cistern running from and toward the voices of others. One by one we became prey to a much larger game we hadn’t anticipated. It became like a game of Dead by Daylight. Most of us were hiding without saying a word. It reminded me of Harry Potter, Goblet of Fire during the maze scene. The Bewitched dude. Some people looked terrified. But said nothing and didn’t acknowledge me. They just sat in fear waiting for some terror to come tear them to pieces. 

I don’t remember how, but something happened. Lucidity came to me. I walked around trying to find this terror. I became a Nightingale wearing bow user. Except my bow had 6 strings. Because bows can’t accurately shoot two arrows on the same string. The momentum is supposed to be transferred equally along the string. So this bow, magically, had 6 strings. But it wasn’t longer or wider than a normal bow. 3 of the strings were black. The other half were a translucent green, like glass. I could even pull the strings back into the black ones, making a more powerful shot with the two strings instead of one. The arrows turned to a misty vapor like Sylvannas’ wailing arrows.

In between shots, I’d pluck the bow like a harp and pretend to play beautiful melodies. I was learning the song Shiek’s theme from Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time. I couldn’t get the right notes down. Mainly because it wasn’t a real harp. 

Hours went by of me hunting Skeever infestations in the sewers. Shooting multiple arrows in a volley. After clearing a good section of the area I met up with Zenae. She had killed a Skeever was trying to cook it. Being lucid, I grabbed it turned it into a fully loaded baked potato. Then enlarged it to the size of a tire. Or large pillow. It was huge. We were taking spoons of it. It was way too much. 

But it was fun. We giggled and cheered out spoons of potato together. It was a romantic candlelit dinner in the sewers. You wouldn’t understand. 

The next part I woke up a few times because I became too lucid. Not enough details. However, I wrote down that I had seen a tattooed man shooting someone in a hospital on the news. After a few asleep attempts with some California drug cartel later, I ran into him at the hospital. I ended up being the one he shot. It was funny cause I was like, OMG you’re that guy. But he wasn’t. not yet anyway. Then I woke up for real. 

[silentsoul1998]

A quick glance at Nana’s musical boxes while the first one of Swan Lake is playing #musicalbox #swanlake #danceofthesugarplumfairy #musicalboxes #windup #antiques #snapchat #thenutcracker #scheherazade #nightinggale #raymonda sleepingbeauty

[blakepassion]

On the eleventh day of Christmas there are nightingales and angels singing 🎼😇 https://www.facebook.com/bowmanstephen/posts/10154803762116533 #StephenBowman #Song #solo #nightinggale #Christmas @stephenbowmanblake @thebandblake

[ccholisticmom-blog]

Next in line for Stephen...yes, I'm still Dr. Mom here. See, it's a good thing I homeschool and work at home. YL Mister oil blend for hormonal support and looking at the oils in there, it can also be used for lymphatic support. YL BREATHE AGAIN for respiratory support. SUPER B tablets for adrenal support and cognitive function (some people just get a little brain dead when they're not feelin' so great). Now there are other holistic remedies I use but this is what I'm working with right now. I'm gonna lose my patience pretty soon because I don't make a good #NURSE #Nightinggale and I would rather just take the yuckies from my babies and take care of it myself. #motherandson #drmom #holistichealth #wellness #prayforhealing #supportimmunesystem #younglivingessentialoils