#IneffablePromptAThon

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

Garden

“It starts, as it will end, with a garden.”

Good Omens (by Terry Pratchett and that other guy) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still trying to catch up on some long overdue prompts that have been living rent-free in my brain for ages, especially this one!

When I first saw the prompt "Garden" I immediately wanted to do something "South Downs Cottage Happily Ever After"-ly, as one does.

Then @noxnightingales shared this little gemstone of an idea:

I could see aziraphale as a bee keeper and crowley out in his garden. both bees and plants need each other, just like a and c. I can envision it, but I can't illustrate.

Yes, I could totally envision it, too:

Aziraphale would enjoy some proper beekeeping with all the human bells and whistles, e.g. the suit, a funny hat, a smoker and whatever else some apiculturist books would tell him. "Oh, may I obtain another license, please?" *excited wiggling*

Meanwhile, Crowley surely would complain about all of it, right? "Angel, you don't need any of this; just get some bloody bees and tell them to make honey or something!" And just to be contrary, he'd totally refuse to wear any protective gear, but mess around with the bees, probably having some very confused bees doing funny tricks. *secretly loving Aziraphale's excitement and making sure no bee would ever dare to sting either of them*

Bonus: You can totally see Aziraphale's color inspiration for his beehives, right? And Crowley will indulge his angel with all the flowers in his favorite color, like the smitten demon he is.

So yeah... that's my interpretation of this prompt for you! I'll spare you the frustrating details about creating the most elaborate garden diorama, apple tree and all, just to ultimately scrap it all, because just focusing on our ineffable husbands and their animal friends worked so much better!

@ineffablyruined Thank you for this lovely prompt. Good Omens and gardens go well together! I'll never catch up on all the prompts, but I'm happy to work on them, whenever time permits. 😊 @ineffablepretzel: Here are your promised bees! 🐝 @phoen1xr0se: You're probably really busy atm, but you asked to be tagged, so I hope this can make you smile in these hard times! 🤗

Wishing everyone an ineffable happy weekend! 😘

[ineffable-xenanigans]

Coetus sunt, non separant

They are a set, do not separate

Angelus, daemonium Inimici ab origine Fatum vinculum Etiam Deus non potest dissolvere

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Angel, demon Hereditary enemies A bond of destiny Not even God can dissolve

My extremely late contribution to week 12 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined is a stained glass window featuring our favorite (un)holy beings. Well, not just my contribution, since that beautiful Latin poem was written by the wonderful @snognes. Thank you so much, you literal angel on earth, I'm forever in your debt 🥰

In terms of references, I used a real-life window, from the real-life location where they shot the 1941 church scene! More info a bit later, just click on Keep reading 😇😈

Tag lists (let me know if you wanna be added!)

Art: @snognes @good-omens-gallery

Reference image

Thanks to this post by @fuckyeahgoodomens, I found out that the 1941 church scene was filmed in the St. Saviour's Anglican Church in Claremont, Cape Town, South Africa. Lucky for us, they have a website with a gallery page, which includes many of their beautiful stained glass windows, including this one:

Source: stsaviours.weebly.com/uploads/8/5/8/8/8588473/img-5206_orig.jpg

PS: I actually did go through the trouble of drawing all the intricate stonework around the glass panes; in fact, that’s the very first thing I did! But honestly, I’ve been working on this piece for so long that at this point I just wanted to get it over with and didn't feel like doing all that additional color and shading work... so black void it is lol.

I might revisit this at a later date and perhaps do a little gif or something of like, the sun shining through in different way over the course of a day...

[ineffablyruined]

I got a decent level of interest in this, so we're going to do it!! Welcome to week one of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon!

Week One:

Eye Contact.

Is it between the Ineffable Duo? Muriel and a duck? Actual eyes touching? If you can think it, you can create it!

The Rules Are Simple:

Every Friday until the Season 3 premiere, I'll post a prompt.

You will have a week to write, draw, paper craft, record, completely scrap and start from the beginning after a crisis of confidence (oh, is that just me?), and post your interpretation of the prompt

Tag your post #IneffablePromptAThon, #IneffablePAT #Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon, and/or #IPAT. Make sure to use them on Tumblr, X, IG, and AO3 so everyone can easily find your works!

Also tag your posts and AO3 with the Week Number and the Prompt, so we can all tell which prompt your creation accompanies.

Tag me @ineffablyruined in all of your posts, too, so I can reblog!

Add your contribution to the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon collection on AO3 for this week. Link is below!

Look for the next prompt. Rinse. Repeat.

HAVE FUN!

This is meant to be zero stress. If you can't do a week, that's completely fine! Prompt not working for you? Skip it. Going to be late? No worries at all!

It is just meant to be a fun outlet to get your creative juices flowing and keep the fandom well-fed with copious amounts of fic and fun until our Ineffable Duo makes their return to our screens (whenever that may be).

There is no length requirement, no rating requirement, no timeline requirement. It can be canon-compliant, AU, crossover, whatever tickles your fancy, as long as it's Good Omens related and incorporates the prompt. It's all Tickety-Boo!

If you want to be tagged in the posts, let me know and I'll do my best to accommodate.

Link to this week's sub-collection:

[lickthecowhappy]

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon

Prompt: Eye contact (Hard not to make eye contact when your entire body is covered in eyes- even under your wings.)

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look at you all four faces blushing gleaming like burnished bronze radiant wings hiding your nervous hands body covered with stormy eyes shyly gazing into mine you're gorgeous

Ezekiel 10 describes the cherubim with four faces, human hands under their wings, gleaming like burnished bronze, and covered in eyes all over their bodies.

@ineffablyruined

[whocaresaboutdecent]

Have some post S3-fluff written for @ineffablyruined Ineffable-Prompt-A-Thon Week 7: Whisper

I love you, Crowley.

The first time Aziraphale says these words, they are nothing more than a whisper. They feel like a trembling breath brushing against Crowley's ear, quiet enough to be missed, loud enough to send Crowley's heart racing. Rather than hearing them, Crowley senses them in Aziraphale’s desperate embrace, in the way his fingers cling to the fabric of Crowley’s shirt as though letting go might mean losing him again. Aziraphale walks that thin line between deniability and confession, torn between the lingering fear of discovery and the longing to embrace their connection openly. Crowley swallows, not sure if he's meant to have heard the words or pretend that he hasn’t. He settles for the middle ground, tightening his arms around Aziraphale in a wordless reply, as easily deniable as Aziraphale’s faint, almost inaudible whisper.

Months later, in the privacy of the bookshop, Crowley hears the words again. His head rests in Aziraphale’s lap, tender fingers stroking through his hair, affectionate, devotional. Aziraphale smiles down at him, his voice soft but filled with a quiet determination that sends a shiver down Crowley’s spine. There is no room for deniability this time, neither in Aziraphale’s voice nor in the look on his face. The best part is that Aziraphale doesn’t even seem to be trying to hide anything. Crowley smiles, unguarded, and slides a hand to the back of Aziraphale’s neck to pull him down, savouring the taste of those words on Aziraphale’s lips.

The next time, the words carry a proud confidence, a declaration for everyone to hear. It's hardly a coincidence that Aziraphale chooses their friends' very first visit to their cottage to say them again, almost as if he wants as many people as possible to know. He takes Crowley's hand, making sure that his confession sounds louder than all the times he had to deny Crowley, louder than He's not my friend, louder than I don’t even like you. And Crowley doesn’t bother to hide his answering smile behind a mask of demonic indifference.

Crowley knows they'll never be forced to return to secretly whispered words again. But in the quiet nights they spend together at their cottage, they might choose to.

[lunaticrhymes]

𓆙 A Lunar Eclipse 𓆃

✩ a poem for Tumblr Five Words Friday poetry prompt by @whickberstreetwriters and Tumblr Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon (@ineffablyruined) ╰➤ the words: trial, sonorous, soft, reverie, lunar ╰➤ IPAT topic: stranger

The sonorous beat of my heart, So pervasive it broke my reverie Of how neatly you're taking me apart, Almost feels like a treachery.

I should be aware of the danger As you slowly orbit closer to me, I've never experienced anything stranger, Yet I give myself to you willingly.

It's a trial for my self-preservation When you lean in with your soft, red lips, My starry eyes widen in revelation; You veil me in darkness like a lunar eclipse.

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AO3 link – kudos &/or comments are very welcome X

~Silvie⭒

[onedappercat]

Eye Contact

Saw the prompt today by @ineffablyruined so I decided to give it a go. My thought was Crowley’s eyes when Aziraphale comes home, but you can take it as angsty as you want. 😅

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[cheeseplants]

Fic: The art of being seen

A little cute human AU one-shot was written part of the Ineffable Prompt-a-thon set up by @ineffablyruined based on my own neurospicy difficulty with eye contact.

Prompt: eye contact

Thanks to @isiaiowin for the beta!

The art of being seen

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Rating: G

Word count: 3,442

Summary

“Eye contact?” Aziraphale said, “Are you quite sure?”

“Me and Newt stared into each other’s for a whole two minutes on our first date, and that’s how I knew he was the one. It’s a guarantee, stare into their eyes, and then you’ll know for certain,” Ana said.

Aziraphale believes sustained eye contact will help him find the one, shame his date won't take off his sunglasses.

Excerpt

Crowley landed in the chair opposite, doing something that at least resembled sitting, and Aziraphale’s belly unknotted, releasing a kaleidoscope of butterflies that banged relentlessly on his ribs. Everything about him was exquisite - his sharp cheekbones, the long line of his neck, and the small tuft of chest hair he could see under that silver scarf. He was extravagant yet stylish, muted yet bold, and Aziraphale scrunched the menu under his fist so tight he was sure it would rip in half.

“Sssso,” Crowley said, “I was thinking the Chateauneuf du Pape? Heard it’s a good vintage.”

And that would have been the moment Aziraphale fell head over heels; if it wasn’t for the glasses.

It was already darkening outside, and the restaurant had that warm glow of soft lighting and candlelight, and yet the man in front of him was still wearing his sunglasses, indoors. Ana’s words swam through Aziraphale’s mind: “stare into their eyes, and then you’ll know for certain.” Well, how was he supposed to know now?

Normally, the last thing Aziraphale wanted to do was stare into people’s eyes, and yet he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than gaze deep into Crowley’s and drink this man up.

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Read the collection here (and you can join in if you like!)

Huge thanks to @ineffablyruined for the prompt and setting this up. I had a lot of fun writing this.

@goodomensafterdark

[purplesweetpotatoes]

Each syllable bears the sting of dissatisfaction

a fraction of a second glance that i

just barely catch,

they always seem to outline my mistakes, it's a

slip of the tongue, inspector, nothing to see here.

When the wanting settles in your teeth

and the waiting,

the waiting stings like a wish—a mourning—

to return home; but

what is home but

the absence of a loneliness you return to?

forgive me, I will keep the dust off the book covers.

a bookshop becomes a library

becomes a museum becomes

a repository of my memories, and

some days, I would much rather forget.

[dierama-mojo]

Chapters: 1/15 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Muriel (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Nina (Good Omens), Maggie/Nina (Good Omens), Beelzebub & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Nina (Good Omens), Maggie (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Agnes Nutter, Anathema Device, Shax (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Human AU, good omens - Freeform, Murder Mystery, 1980s, Librarian Aziraphale (Good Omens), Detective Crowley (Good Omens), Author Aziraphale, Slow Burn, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Peak District, Rural Crime Drama, Village Murder, Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon Summary:

Aziraphale is a small town librarian with a secret. It is the early 1980s, Britain is struggling through a recession, and the library service is operating on a shoestring budget. Without fail, he drives the mobile library bus through the Peak District, supporting the community as best he can. It is a quiet life, the highlight of the week is his Monday Morning Murder Club, a collection of avid whodunit readers that rival Miss Marple. Imagine their excitement when a real crime is committed in this sleepy little hamlet. Detective Inspector Crowley could do without it, to be honest. Disillusioned with the force and his place in it, he works alone since his partner DI Pulsifer was forced to resign. All he wants is a quiet life and to stay as far away from his co-workers as possible. Unfortunately, fate has other ideas.

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

Memory

"I have always felt it is my destiny to build a machine that would allow man to fly."

Leonardo da Vinci ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Please enjoy this fill for a really old IPAT prompt: Memory. Sorry, no limerick this time, because I spent so many hours on putting together this little diorama for a HAPPY MEMORY from our Ineffables' shared history.

Please feel free to take this picture as a prompt to write your own fanfiction or create some fanart! 😘

For more ramblings and credits...

The above Da Vinci diorama was heavily inspired by this beautiful canon piece of art that was brought back to my attention a couple of weeks ago:

(Credit goes to Paul Kidby. You can read more about it here).

To me the fact that Leonardo Da Vinci created this lovely double portrait of Aziraphale and Crowley in the canon GO universe is a strong indicator that they all knew each other well (you get to decide how well). So in my headcanon they might have spent some time together having fun, "sciencing out" in Leonardo's workshop. The idea is not too far-fetched, right?

While Crowley surely must have gotten a blast out of humans trying to invent clever machines that let them fly and testing them himself of course, Aziraphale would surely have appreciated all the marvelous scientific papers!

My LEGO Ineffables' hairstyles are strongly inspired by Paul Kidby's (fake) historical drawing, but I decided to go with less formal outfits here, since I really wanted to show a fun and informal meeting of friends rather than anyone dressing up to have their portrait painted!

Honestly, I can't believe how crammed this set ended up! There are so many little gimmicks hidden (some in plain sight, but out of focus, and some pretty much invisible) that I just gave up catching it all in one picture.

No, I don't expect anyone to admire the stained glass window or the bloody whimsical staircase, but please take a closer look at the piece of art Leonardo is currently working on; you might have seen it elsewhere on the show! Well, Leonard is trying to work on it... guess it's hard to get anything done while a demon is zooming through your workshop with a flying machine! 😉

It took quite a lot of fiddling to get the wings positioned like that, but I really wanted Crowley to stretch a wing over Aziraphale's head for reasons. 🥹

A huge shout-of goes to AREA-X (SEMBO) for providing their wonderful INSPIRATION FROM ART - GREAT ARTIST DIORAMA SERIES, feat. this Leonardo Da Vinci set I used to 'Good Omify' (that's not a word, but it should be) his space!

It was great fun to build, even if the staircase must have been designed in hell! The rest of it, though, feels and looks heavenly! There are so many gorgeous prints, awesome custom pieces, and teeny-tiny details that are barely visible once everything is fully assembled! A Metallic Gold frog sitting below the staircase and looking out the stained glass window? Sure, why not? I love it! 😂

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@ineffablyruined I hope you enjoy this little interpretation of a happy memory that surely must exist in the canon Good Omens universe, even if we haven't seen it on the show! 🥰

[ineffable-xenanigans]

Renewed

My contribution to week 9 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined is a Crowley ouroboros (a Crowloboros, if you will) surrounded by Celtic knots, both of which symbolize the cyclical nature of existence.

Me: lemme make some custom brushes so I don't have to painstakingly draw a million little scales...

Also me: *proceeds to use said brushes in a complex interlace pattern that requires painstaking masking/erasing in order to make the various sneks fit together the way they're supposed to*

The end result was so worth it tho...

Plus hey, I got to learn how to make brushes from scratch and now I can draw many more goofy sneks hehehehe

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added!)

@snognes @good-omens-gallery

Reference images

In terms of the general construction of Crowley’s scales, I used this piece from a few weeks ago as my general guide:

Later on (once I actually decided that I wanted to incorporate Celtic knots) I went through the entire George Bain Collection looking for ideas, and eventually settled on this one:

Source: georgebain.groamhouse.org.uk/collection/item/single-strand-interlace

It was my first time drawing Celtic knots, I hope I did them justice!

[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

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

[lickthecowhappy]

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon - Garden and Blink

two for one!

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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

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@ineffablyruined @goodomensafterdark

[bumblee27]

Here's my piece for Week 5 (I think) of the IneffablePromptAThon run by @ineffablyruined for the prompt, 'Mistaken identity'! I struggled a bit with this but I'm happy with how it's turned out! Also, me? On time?? Unheard of!

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Many a time had they walked into a hotel and the person behind the desk had assumed they would be wanting a room with one bed. Many a time had a same-sex couple given them a knowing smile as they passed them on the street. On one occasion, a stranger had approached them and given them a spiel on how they were going to Hell ( - the poor woman was quite alarmed and became all the more sure in her thesis when Crowley broke into a fit of hysterical laughter that lasted for at least ten minutes).

Whilst Aziraphale would always rush to correct them, Crowley tended not to bother. Would it really be such a big deal if they just so happened to end up sharing a bed? (Roughly paraphrased from his thought process, which had much, much less self restraint.) But no, Aziraphale was adamant. Can Crowley really be blamed for thinking his feelings were unrequited?

Looking back now, he couldn't believe how stupid he had been.

“Are you ready to go, dear? I've… is that all you're taking?”

Crowley looked down at his small black bag and then at his lover's numerous suitcases. “Is that what you're taking? You do not need all that!”

“Better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it.”

“You can literally miracle anything you want into existence!”

“It ruins the authenticity!”

Crowley pinched the bridge of his nose. “You,” he crossed the room to give Aziraphale a kiss on the forehead. “Are ridiculous.”

His angel giggled. “You love me really.”

“Satan knows, I do.”

How funny, that all of those strangers knew before they did.

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[lunaticrhymes]

𓆙 My Own Personal Armageddon 𓆃

✩ a poem for Tumblr Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon (@ineffablyruined) ╰➤ topic: strands

You're such a skilled and artful thief of my breath, I think for a millionth time when I look at your flowy, crimson strands, I wish to touch them, worship them, weave them with my hands; That picture alone is a merciful death.

All I ever wanted is slipping further away with each passing second, Although you're right here, at reach, at my fingertips, I want to bask in the sun of you after years of total eclipse; That thought is my own personal Armageddon.

I desire to have your name engraved into my skin, To have the picture of you burned in my soul, But there are circumstances that I can't control; Giving into my longings would be a sin…

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AO3 link – kudos &/or comments are very welcome X

~Silvie⭒