#ineffable prompt a thon

[lickthecowhappy]

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon - Garden and Blink

two for one!

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon Repository | Main Poetry List

an instant of heaven passed turned away and my heart sinks sick with want and falling fast stealing glances while God blinks

now crawling up through green blades I see you smile once again on the Garden palisades you anoint me with your grin

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon Repository | Main Poetry List

@ineffablyruined @goodomensafterdark

[ineffablyruined]

And we're back!! I was gone longer than I expected, sorry for that. My dad wound up passing away and my life has been a whirlwind of logistics and grief and insanity ever since.

The prompt for Week 27 is:

Tear.

This one's fun because it could be read two ways (or you can do both, which is triple the fun). Is there a rip in someone's clothes? Did someone shred a note into tiny pieces? Is there a tear running down someone's face? Is someone comforting another while their sobbing? Are demon tears useful in witchcraft spells? Take it and run with it!!

If you want to contribute to the AO3 collection, the link is below 👇

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/WeekTwentySeven_Tear

Tags:

@interesting-egg @naturallyteal @bumblee27 @czitara @ineffable-xenanigans @eybefioro @martinsharmony @ineffably-queer-book-lover @crowleys-hips @rat-wonderings @depraveddame @dierama-mojo @goodoldfashionednightingale @lickthecowhappy @theriverspath @bl0ndwavespoetrycorner

[depraveddame]

Ineffable Prompt A-Thon, Week 6: Unraveled

This is my next entry to @ineffablyruined ’s delightful weekly prompt Unraveled ✨ it is a sequel to my previous fic Mistaken Identity!

This is a spicy one, friends! Do check out the tags on ao3 💖✨

Tags: Human AU, texting, Dom Aziraphale, sub Crowley, fishnets, dirty talk, praise and degradation, first kiss, first time, oral sex, anal sex, floor sex, objectification, and more!

Excerpt:

As discussed, there is no knock announcing Aziraphale’s arrival— the only warning Crowley receives is the click of the lock sliding out of its place as his door handle is turned, but still, he jumps, heart taking up residence in his throat and fighting to swallow around its accelerated beat, which is quickly escalating to a breakneck speed.

He’d considered waiting for Aziraphale on his knees, but it’s too late to do so now as his door gradually opens, first just a crack and then all the way, and Crowley is met with the sight of the man that’s fast become his sole source of thought for the last 12 or so hours.

Crowley’s newly acquired faith is further reinforced as he takes in all of Aziraphale, who is, by all rights, gorgeous. He’s shorter than Crowley, but not by much, especially since he’s barefoot and Aziraphale is wearing low heeled boots. He’s wearing a sky blue button up under a beige blazer, and his shirt buttons are undone by his collar; Crowley can see a hint of curling chest hair there. His trousers look nearly identical to the ones in the photo he’d sent Crowley last night, and he wonders if they’re the same pair.

Aziraphale’s eyes remind Crowley of whatever gemstone it is that’s a clear, delicate blue (he can’t remember what it’s called), and his blonde curls are so pale they’re nearly the hue of pearls— it gives him a rather cherubic appearance overall, as do his round, flushed cheeks. There’s a hint of darker stubble framing his jaw, which sets noticeably as those lovely eyes flit all around Crowley’s body, lightning quick at first and then much more languidly, a glint of steel flashing behind blue, a rush of heated, metallic lust.

Crowley can hardly even comprehend that the man is here when Aziraphale steps into his flat, takes the three steps to close the distance between them, wraps an arm around his waist, strong and sure and possessive, closes the door with his other hand, and then they’re kissing.

He isn’t one for food, Crowley, most of the time. He loves his coffee and his scotch and the occasional sweet, but otherwise, he’s never really felt the hollow pang of hunger like others talk of; however, that changes within the millisecond of Aziraphale’s mouth latching onto his, and then Crowley really understands what it is to be hungry for something— what it means to be starving.

*

Continue on AO3!

@goodomensafterdark

[captainblou]

Ineffable PromptAThon

Eye Contact

Very quick sketch because I FORGOT.

Anyway. Hope you like it.

@ineffablyruined @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist @eybefioro @itsscottiesstark @fearandhatred @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @thescholarlystrumpet @celticseawych @mamamissy @crowleybrekkers @sabotage-on-mercury

[theriverspath]

First Night's Hunger

A sestina* written using prompts provided by @whickberstreetwriters and @ineffablyruined.

To paper I touch ink, Scribbling words feral, Fierce with hunger. My brow blossoms dew, Betraying memories wanton, A heart unraveled.

A heart unraveled And writ upon with fiery ink Casts down thoughts wanton. The deed recorded feral As the first day's dew, The first night's hunger.

The first night's hunger, Angelic restraint unraveled. Loss of it slicked my face as dew. Gluttony painted in gristled ink Summoned from you a look feral, Ignited in me a flame wanton.

Ignited in me a flame wanton, A temptation stoked eternal hunger, Caused cravings feral. Divine bonds unraveled. A new concord would itself ink Across my spirit as covering dew.

Across my spirit as covering dew Blossomed a blasphemy wanton. Beside Her name, 'nother in blazing ink Engraved by indelible hunger. The shame of it proved me unraveled. I feared myself a Fallen feral.

I feared myself a Fallen feral. Tears shed, a mourning dew. Terror showed my Faith unraveled. Then, comfort from source of appetite wanton. Crowing not for kindling hunger, A confidant scribing secrets in lemon juice ink.

I now ink this ancient hunger to a page, as wanton As 'twas that burning night you unraveled my feral greed. As the dew yet clings to Eden's walled-in green, it shall never dry.

~~~~~~~

*A sestina is a poem that dates back to twelfth century Europe. It has a strict form, involving the repetition of six words in a specific rotating order over six stanzas. It's often written in iambic pentameter and ended with a three-line stanza containing all six words. This was a new form for me, and I may have played fast and loose with the meter and the last stanza.

[eybefioro]

I'm mixing the GOetry prompt by @isiaiowin and the prompt-a-thon by @ineffablyruined :D

Gamble

White wings

Protecting from rain

Are you still the same?

Questions.

Questions

Black wings,

Burned and changed,

Yet still me, not understanding:

Ineffable.

[czitara]

Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon

Stained

Crooked nose and battered wings

Tainted, black, such beautiful things

Who says that stains cannot shine?

Who says you can't still be mine?

Layer on layer

I doubted you never

Those splashes and shards

That hold up your facade

They can't make me unsee

How well they fit me

My darling, open your amber eyes

For the world is full of stains like us

[catsteinbooks]

Changed

(A Poem for the Ineffable PromptAThon by @ineffablyruined)

We meet on the wall, Again for the first time. You slither up beside me. You are changed, Wings black, hair long. Eyes once soft and brown, Now golden and serpentine. You are changed. You are changed.

But then you speak. You question. You wonder. You are you, the one who made the stars. "I gave it away." And you laugh in delight. You smile. You soothe my fears. You are not changed. Not at the core. Not at heart.

You shuffle close, and I raise my wing. I shelter you, As you once did me. I consider your new form. Your new eyes, so luminous. This mark of your demonic nature, Should be vile, repulsive. But it's not. It's pretty.

[di-42]

This is an older one, so I won't add it to the collection but it does fit this week's prompt for ineffable prompt-a-thon wanting, so I'll reblog it. @ineffablyruined

The Call

How would it be to heed the call?

Would it feel better? Worse than the fall?

How would it be to reach for your neck?

Breathing in sharply? Feeding the yearn?

How would it be to heed the call?

Let my guard slide? Knock down the wall?

How would it be to reach for your hair?

Gasping for air? Quenching the thirst?

What would it be like to taste the light?

Burning in water? Watching you drop?

What would it be like to make you forget?

Coming undone under my spell?

What would it be like to sip the darkness?

Drowning in fire? Drinking the venom?

What would it be like to finally yield?

Unleashing the want? Bathing in sin?

What would it take to undress your desire?

To offer redemption? To welcome you in?

What would it take to break your defence?

To make you a host for forbidden dreams?

What would it take to drive you insane?

To uncover your eyes? To unmask your game?

What would it take to make you worship me?

Like a demonic whisper, a heavenly gift?

What would you feel like if I stepped closer?

If I held down your tremble...

What would you feel like if I didn't run?

If I backed to the wall...

What would you do if I kissed you over and over?

What would you do if I ran my hand up your back?

How would it be to heed the call?

How would it feel to follow the pull?

 Lying down together

Losing control

Slow and then faster

Gently, then rougher

Falling to pieces

Falling. Apart.

What would it be like to die at your hands?

How would it feel like to die on your lips?

Crying out your name

Crying, overwhelmed

How would it be to rest on your chest?

Eyelids quite heavy, Breath slowing down.

What would it feel like my chin on your head?

Holding you close, sweat turning cold.

How would it feel...?

What would it be like...?

 

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe one day.

Part of my Ineffable Chords series on Ao3.

[comicallybadwriter]

ORRDDDERR UP

Slowly working my way through the prompts I can, and if that means skipping some, then that's okay!

Chapter three of We'll Do it All is up on A03 now!

If you haven't read the first two chapters, YOU DON'T HAVE TO (but I would appreciate it nonetheless)

The start of the fic !!

Thank you to @ineffablyruined for making such amazing prompts 💛

Chapter Three and Week Five 💛 Mistaken Identity

When Aziraphale heard Crowley’s usual shout from downstairs, he beamed and came down from the bedroom, “All packed then?” Crowley asked, leaning against the outside of their bricked fence. Aziraphale smiled and nodded, pulling a suitcase out with him, full of books of course.

“You’ll love Greece Angel, lots of people. Lots of food for that belly of yours.” Crowley pointed out with a wink, and Aziraphale’s smile faltered. Crowley wasn’t usually one to point out Aziraphale’s stomach, not unless they were in bed together, or he was feeling especially self- conscious.

[lickthecowhappy]

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon - Unraveled

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon Repository | Main Poetry List

I was a tapestry depicting my purpose  weft with a rainbow of  regulations warped by  golden obedience until the heart of me snagged on your sharp edges  and as I unraveled you knit my threads into something more beautiful

This poem is also available on AO3. @ineffablyruined @goodomensafterdark

[ineffablyruined]

Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon: Master Post

For anyone who isn't aware, I'm doing a low-stress event open to everyone who wants to participate! I post a prompt every Friday and reblog all the poems, art, fic, pictures, edits, and any other creations that you all develop in response. I'm going to keep it up until the S3 premiere!

The prompts we've had so far are:

Week One: Eye Contact

Week Two: Wanting

Week Three: Fated

Week Four: Closed Door

Week Five: Mistaken Identity

Week Six: Unraveled

Week Seven: Whisper

Week Eight: Overheated

Week Nine: Renewed

Week Ten: Golden

Week Eleven: Lingering

Week Twelve: Stained

Week Thirteen: Confession

Week Fourteen: Guarded

Week Fifteen: In Secret

Week Sixteen: Sparkling

Week Seventeen: Aroma

Week Eighteen: Unfinished

Week Nineteen: Unbreakable

Week Twenty: PAUSE FOR HOLIDAYS

Week Twenty-One: Reflection

Week Twenty-Two: Memory

[notalostcausejustyet]

From the Ineffable promptothon’s “closed doors” prompt and as a bday gift to @malachitegrey

Mal you are truly a boon to the fandom. Talented, witty, equally at home talking STEM and history or discussing the nuances of smutty fiction and poetry. You are invaluable and valued. Happiest of birthdays to you!

[theriverspath]

Created for the Ineffable Prompt-a-Thon by @ineffablyruined. Prompt: whisper.

Whatever could Crowley be asking that would make an angel blush?

[sassysnakedemon]

Apostate

Okay, so I wrote this and it seemed to fit the Ineffable-Prompt-a-Thon prompt of Overheated. Although, maybe not in a way that was expected - I mean, it is inspired by but not referential to Good Omens, but I think it fits. Fair warning - this absolutely talks about turning apostate on the Catholic faith. If you are a believer, I mean no harm or insult. This is a personal experience, and it followed the results of the day that caused me to turn my back on Catholicism. If you are of the faith, or of any faith and you are happy within your chosen faith, then I am happy for you. Anyway, here goes!

The priest intoned,

on and on

The incense overpowering

the smallest, poorest of churches

and lulling the flock

into a sinful stupor

Until...

Until the fall

The fall was the Sermon

And the Fall was

The Word

And the Fall/Word

was with God

Wait...

Angels

Fell

Angels Fell?

And I listened

listened as if life depended on it

listened with ears,

and with Soul

and with Heart

Listened with shock

with horror, and

with rage stoking

Embers I had never

suspected were there

How

How could...

How could it happen?

How could this be

ALLOWED

Permitted to happen?

How could God make

and not protect?

How were the

boundaries of behavior

not perfectly delineated

with a

Word?

The Word...

Why love me

above an Angel?

Why am I permitted

to be dirty with Sin

and yet redeemable

until the last breath in my form?

Why such Grace

when I didn't even ask for it?

The cruelty of it

was a killing blow

All my embers of Faith

doused in blood

drowned in lies

My eyes narrowed

narrowed like a predator

I fixed the priest

with Medusa's gaze

and he faltered in his

Words

I arose in my pew

A choice had been made

and I would walk

forever with the Fallen

my heart burning

only for them

'See you in Hell'

I said to the startled sheep

and commenced

my coal walk

down the aisle

my back to the altar

Open the doors and...

'Let there be Light!'

And it was good

There. That was for you, @naturallyteal, as I know you liked this one.

[ineffablyruined]

This was a fantastic prompt fill, @ineffably-queer-book-lover ! What are you talking about?!? It's totally adorable and complete perfection. ❤️❤️❤️ They're so ridiculously adorable and I love how detailed all of your setups are.

@interesting-egg look at the adorableness!!!

Aroma

There once was an angel baking up a storm, Turning Christmas treats into an art form. Wielding a whisk In a manner quite brisk, His whipped cream was way above the norm!

There once was a demon with ginger hair, Enjoying the festive scents in the air. A gingerbread heart He got for a start, Made just for him with tender loving care!

Needless to say, this demon was whipped, As his angel pointed out when he quipped, About gingerbread For some ginger-head, And more spicy things not fit for transcript.

@ineffablyruined Sorry, I guess this is a bit of a really weird prompt fill, but my muse insisted and who am I to argue with her? 😉 Hope it's enjoyable anyway. 🤭