#ineffable wives fanfiction

[fledglingdoodles]

If you’re in need of some historical ineffable wives goodness for this month, may I suggest ‘It’s Only Human Nature, After All?” Written by dear @summerofspock and illustrated by yours truly?

[metalmiez]

Some ineffable spouses scribbles for the good vibes ✨

Couldn’t stop myself drawing our beloved angel and demon as female presenting 🥹

No really rendered version today, I was feeling emotionally burnt out really bad yesterday and just wanted to lift my spirits without thinking too much of making this a masterpiece ✨

It‘s insane how much drawing these babies lifts up my mood so heavyly🥺

Which one is your favourite?

[ineffablefamfeb]

Welcome to Ineffable Family February, a month-long celebration of Aziraphale and Crowley navigating parenthood and what it means to build their own family. During Feb. 1—Feb.29, a variety of pregnancy- and family-themed prompts will be provided to help inspire artists and writers alike.

Rules

This event is intended only for a mature community and is welcoming of all ideas and preferences, including every possible shape our lovely ineffables could take!

Remember to tag us in your posts @ineffablefamfeb and use the hashtag #ineffablefamfeb !

While we are keeping things simple to make this event accessible for those wanting to participate, you are welcome to submit questions to our ask box on tumblr or to reply to any of our posts on twitter.

Prompts

There are two main prompt lists (SFW & NSFT) to provide you with inspiration every day in February. Additionally, we’ve provided bonus prompts for those looking for flexibility and even more ideas.

✨ Important Note: If you are ambitious enough to tackle the daily challenge—fantastic! If you’d rather skip some prompts, select the prompts that you like the best, and post them at any time during Ineffable Family February, that works too. Make SFW prompts NSFT, and vice versa. There are no wrong ways to celebrate and participate in this event!

Additionally, we will be providing a few bingo cards that utilize some of our prompts for those who want the added challenge.

Bingo Cards

Want a way to track your participation and give yourself a goal to work toward? Try for bingo! We have include three optional prompt bingo cards—SFW, NSFT, and SFW/NSFT.

If you get a bingo during Ineffable Family February, post your bingo card(s) and tag us so we can celebrate with you!

Credits

Find us on twitter! / Find us on AO3! Avatar credit / Ineffable family art credit / Graphics credit

[quona]

one thousand and one nights ----

LOOK AT ALL THESE FABRICS I PAINTED (faint sobbing in the background) This piece is for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang, wherein my lovely author, Dashicra (@ineffableomenshusbands) wrote a WONDERFUL fanfic of femAziracrow in the world of Arabian Nights that I encourage you to all go read right this instant. (Rated M, nothing kinky but, as always, mind the tags)

Full size and detail shots after the jumpppppppppppppppp ⬇️

[darcydoesfuckall]

Why you should write that AO3 comment:

Hello! I am an AO3 author and professional fandom dipshit. This is an "essay" on why you should leave that comment on the fanfic you just read.

Table of Contents:

"Commenting is too much effort!"

"I don't know what to write!"

Do you want more fanfic?

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

You can count it as charity work on your metaphysical taxes.

"Commenting is too much effort!"

Yes, writing a comment takes energy. I'm an introvert, I get that. I have two counter arguments to this point.

AO3 comments are not the SAT:

This is a comment from my latest fic, Quantum Entangled.

Three words and a heart. It requires zero consideration, it isn't specific to the fic, it's something you could copy-paste, even. A comment like this is better than nothing. I'll let my reply from AO3 explain why:

"You know what, I appreciate this way more than you'd probably expect. The temptation to lurk is a strong one, both for social anxiety reasons and internet content-consumption culture reasons. But when people lurk, I can't tell that they've enjoyed the story. The more people that lurk instead of interacting, the more I assume that my work wasn't good enough, irrespective of the reader's actual feelings. So this was a very welcome comment to read. Thank you for indicating your enjoyment. I will endeavour to write more stuff for you to lurk on in the future. :)"

A comment like this, one that is as thoughtless and low effort as possible, is still a comment. Something that denotes a reader's interest. Because, and I can't be clear enough about this, I HAVE NO OTHER WAY OF KNOWING THAT YOU LIKED IT. Kudos and comments are my only window into the reader's experience.

Sure, I'd love more detailed and thorough comments on my work, but, if that expectation is the thing that's going to stop you from commenting at all, I'd prefer the bland copy-paste appreciation.

Onto my second argument.

Do you know what also takes effort? WRITING THE DAMN FIC:

You do not get to complain about being forced to type a congratulatory handful of words after reading that 200k slow-burn fantasy au. Do you know how many hours went into that thing? Do you? Because I can guarantee that it was A LOT. All that writers are asking for is a single emoji. A kudos, at the very least. Consider the effort that went into the creation that you've just experienced and give just a thimble full of it back.

Authors lay out a feast for you to devour. They're only requesting a "thank you".

"I don't know what to write!"

Like in the previous example, an AO3 comment can be as simple as three words saying that you appreciated it. Just an acknowledgement that you were there. It doesn't have to be fancy.

But if you want fancy...?

Here's one of my comments, from Tishae's Better Together.

Let me break it down for you.

"Stunning. This au is so well developed. I love how you managed to maintain tension after the point that they discover that their feelings are requited. This was brilliantly paced, and the action (esp the ending) was so engaging."

The comment opens with appreciation. (Think of it as a sandwich with love as the bread. It starts and ends with my enjoyment.)

There are specific details about what I liked.

"If I may ask, what was the crime that the Metatron committed? Maybe I'm bad at reading between the lines or maybe I missed something, but I'm really curious as to what dirt they have on him. Victimless? Bad enough for imprisonment, but not so morally reprehensible as to make Anathema reveal it? Did he embezzle? That's all I can really think of."

Continues with a specific question about the story and plot.

Shows that I was critically engaged and actively considering the story.

You don't have to have questions about every fic that you read, but don't be afraid to ask them if you do. I love it when people ask me about my work.

"Thank you for the delicious food. I honestly thought that you were going to have Crowley's final look be something in grey (black and white being the theme of the show, metaphorically representing separation/binary, so Aziraphale was uncomfortable with it due to the implications. Grey, symbolising unity/shades of grey as an idiom, would then be the biggest middle finger to the Metatron) but I do really like what you came up with."

Gratitude.

Thoughts about how I read the plot. (This is something I particularly love to read as an author. Please tell me what's going on in that funky lil' brain of yours!!)

"I'm hoping this comment provides plenty of dopamine. If the task activation and instant gratification parts of your brain light up, you might be more likely to write GO content again. Love your work, thanks for sharing it. I hope you gain 3 inches of metaphorical dick length. Please keep writing."

Encouragement to keep writing. (This is the best way to ensure that creators remain in the fandom)

A funny comment to sign off.

Now that you know what to comment, let's start on the real reasons why you should.

Do you want more fanfic?

Fun fact! Fanfictious Authoria are a species that sustain themselves entirely on a diet of brain worms, unfinished WIPs, and kudos. As one of the three fundamental food groups, removing kudos from the fandom ecosystem causes a complete collapse of the natural order. In times of unprecedented scarcity, entire populations of Fanfictious Authoria can die out completely. This means that the production of fanfiction, in that particular region of fandom, stops entirely, often causing major ecological damage, and the subsequent deaths of fan species in the same genus. (Like the Fanfictious Artia, or the Fanfictious Editour, both of which subsist on fanfiction based diets to survive.)

In conservation efforts, experts are imploring readers to donate kudos and comments toward any fandom region that they want to stay alive.

But I digress.

When I want more content, I tell the author. Ask and you shall receive; it's the best way to convince an author/artist to make more.

My comment on @mrghostrat's And They Were Streamers

You liked it? Then COMMENT! Not for the author's sake, but for your own. You want to see the ending of a WIP? Well, it'd be a terrible shame if the author gave up on it because they thought no one was reading... They don't know that you enjoy their work until you TELL THEM. They're not psychic, you have to help them hear you. Commenting on the things you like influences the creators of said things to attribute the act of making content (and, notably, making the type of content that specifically appeals to you) with the dopamine hit of reading your reaction. Treat them like Pavlov's dogs. Ring the kudos-bell.

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

They have real human feelings and real human egos. The contemporary attitude towards media engagement is skewed towards algorithmic, instant, and uncritical consumption. This is pumping straight gasoline into the beautiful lakes of our fandom ecosystem. Fandom cannot afford to treat its creators like mechanical text generators. We are not an unfeeling assembly line, only there to produce content. We are enthusiasts, engaging in our hobby. No fan creator has to show you anything. They are fully within their rights to keep their works hidden in their computer files, never to see the light of day. Every fanfic on AO3 is only there because someone had the grace to share it with you. You are not entitled to an author's work, just as they are not entitled to your kudos. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. Do not forget your part in this symbiosis.

It's a problem that extends beyond AO3. Tumblr is a less enthusiastic place than it used to be. Fandom as a whole is drifting towards a consumption mindset. I, for one, am sick of it. Reblog things, like them, share them. Make fanart of fanart. Who gives a shit? Do the cringy thing. You don't have to cultivate your blog aesthetic. Be who you are, like what you like, and have enthusiasm about all of it. Fandom should be an expression of radical self acceptance. Embrace it. Leave essays about fics that you liked. Reblog the essays of other's when you see them. Exist in the mutual joy of seeing and being seen. You are not just an external observer, absorbing content from a distance. You are here too. Wave back at us. Say 'hi.'

You can count it as charity work on your metaphysical taxes.

My final appeal is a moral one.

Commenting on AO3 is just a kind thing to do.

You are your actions. Are you the kind of person who does the kind thing when no one is watching? When no one will care?

Fanfiction is a hobby, and I'm not here to guilt you about how you spend your leisure time. I'm only here to say that there is a kindness you could be giving the world.

If you are one of the people that performs this kindness, I thank you.

[aspiring-pansy]

If you don’t want to read about period sex turn away now lol.

Two little bites from my ineffable wives nun fic I’m working on. Let me know what you think

[actual-changeling]

hi. hey.

i hope y'all are doing well. didn't plan on posting a fic for a while, but this one has been growing in my head non-stop for two days, so here we are! i hope you aren't tired of post-season 2 angst just yet because that's what this is. big surprise, i know.

drunk crowley is always a joy to write, he does have a tendency to get rather dramatic and overly emotional; absolutely lovely. if you're wondering about the angel phones—they work exactly the way crowley and aziraphale think they do, as most of their belongings.

as always, a big thank you to @sentientsky for putting up with all the angst flowing out of me.

over the still world, a bird calls

Summary:

There are many things Crowley could have done once he returned to a cold, empty flat with a broken heart and the desire to get absolutely wasted, like taking a century-long nap or watching Golden Girls re-runs until he eventually passes out on his sofa. Instead, after several bottles of wine, he picks up the phone and calls the only & last person he ever wants to talk to.

tag list under the cut

@ineffabledeathtoallmetatrons @ineffablymanic @violet-prism-creatively @wraithee @underlined-in-spirit @acheemient @queer4cryptids @aroaceblackhole @six-of-snakes @im-the-son-of-rage-and-lov3 @adverbian @oboextra @demonic-mnemonic @eybefioro @aq-uatic @khlara @ifigenia-in-aulide @thetigersrise @littlelodell @weasleywrinkles @eevee436 @ineffabledeathtoallmetatrons @aydracz

[sentientsky]

When she first Fell, the sky had been all embers, all vicious touch. They’d felt nothing but the bite of flames and gore and the sulphuric acid of a mother’s love turned corrosive. Crowley had burned—heavenly bone, muscle, flesh, the chemical antiseptic of the ether stripping away to bare nerve tissue.

In the eternities since, they’d held their breath, kept herself small. They’d learned to amputate the desire that settled in the tips of her fingertips and in the scarlet ends of their hair. She—alone, ever alone—had dragged herself from the brimstone and out of the bonfire. She’d taught herself to exist in the jaws of an unmuzzled universe, under stars that no longer called their name. Now the sky is blue, and the bookshop burns. The bookshop burns and Crowley’s heart is in her throat, eating its way out of their body. The bookshop burns and yet their angel must be fine. (He has to be fine because the world still spins on its axis and the sea hasn’t swallowed her whole. And if breath still lives in her body, and the universe has yet to collapse in on itself, then their angel has to be fine). But something coils deep in her belly: an oil-slick, a poisonous berry. They bite their lip a brackish silver, the taste of ichor rotten in her mouth.

As though in a trance, she presses forward, and the frantic thrash of panic in her chest forces the double doors wide without so much as a thought. The interior of the shop is all orange-red teeth and flaming claws, tearing into bookshelves and loveseats and oh. Oh, the two of them had just been sitting there not three days ago. (Crowley had tried so hard to stay on her side of the room, to keep her fingertips from brushing the edge of Aziraphale’s as they passed silver-stemmed goblets between them. Skin to skin, breath to body—the indirect touch of their mouths. The passive desperation of six thousand years of want left fermenting under their skin).  

They call for him, heat searing her lungs. It comes out ragged and desperate and too late (always too late). 

Heat knifes clean through her now—a gutting sensation, a disembowelment in the middle of an already-burning funeral pyre. For as long as they had been on Earth together, she’d always been able to sense their angel from anywhere in the world—a steady, beating heart of a presence. An inevitable gravity that wrapped itself around her arms and tugged her forward. It had been axiomatic, a fundamental truth of how the universe functioned: a hand extended always finds purchase. A heart in motion remains in motion. 

So, in a room choked with smoke and two hundred years of memories, she reaches out, expanding the edges of her consciousness, pressing her mind into the outer reaches of the bookshop and Soho and the whole, cluttered universe. She searches for a pulse. And then something within her is breaking. Something is shaking apart in the depths of Crowley’s being—a star turned supernova turned withering, all-consuming black hole. No heartbeat, no flickering warmth, no pull in the periphery of her awareness. The corpse of gravity turns to dust in the corner of the room. 

And she knows—knows with the unflinching inevitability of too many questions, of an ink-winged angel falling from grace—that Aziraphale is gone. Outside, the sky remains blue. The world stays upright. And the bookshop still burns.

(thank u to the incredibly talented @actual-changeling for helping me fix the first part of the fourth paragraph)

[the-woild-is-ye-erster]

The problem with Good Omens fanfiction is it’s either complete and utter crack or the most soul crushing thing you have ever read in your entire life

[waitingtobebroken]

I feel now that the Cafe AU is oficially done, I'm finally allowed to talk about my next project! Behold! Marriage AU

Aziraphale and Crowley loved each other long before the Beginning.

Unsurprisingly, Crowley's Fall changed nothing about that.

Or the 5 times over their 6000 years of shared history they got married.

Chapter 1 has already been written and covers the period between Eden and 2350 BC but I'm trying to be good and write a bit more before I start posting!

[cemeteryangel725]

Folding the Laundry: A Good Omens Ineffable Wives Fic by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much for @shipper-of-all-things for the cover design collaboration and for all of the brainstorming help with this fic!

Rated E, 6,817 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

Excerpt:

They were quiet for a minute, and Azira thought the subject had dropped, but when Toni got off on a tangent, she usually ended up following it to its logical conclusion. “We really should all be dating each other. We’re all smart, hot, and we take care of our own shit. We’d be unstoppable.”

Azira chose her words carefully. “It would be rather efficient.”

Toni smirked. “It would! So uh, let me know if you’re ever looking for a wife. I clean up after myself, am excellent at meal prep, and am very good in bed. Well, actually, I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to women, but neither do you, so we could figure it out together.” She poured them each another glass of wine and took a big gulp.

That wasn’t exactly true. There had been that one week back in sophomore year of college, when Toni thought Azira was at the library, but she was actually spending many illuminating hours in Shax’s single room down on the first floor. But Shax hadn’t been interested in anything serious, had found Azira rather stuffy, she thought. And then Azira had met Gabriel and following that path to its natural conclusion seemed like the simplest route.

Besides, the only woman that Azira had ever really wanted, the long-limbed redhead sitting beside her on the sofa, had always given off the impression that she was solidly, resolutely straight.

But Azira didn’t say any of this. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and answered archly, “I’ll take your proposal under advisement, dear.”

This fic was written in celebration of WAMEN WEEK over at @goodomensafterdark! Happy 8008 everyone!

[kittygirl2210]

A Juhannus Night's Dream (Good Omens fic)

My Finnish fem!Aziracrow fic is now complete!! It's mostly just fluff!!

[metalmiez]

Ineffable Viking Wives

✨It wasn’t the first time Crowley had seen the northern lights, but the sight still managed to stun her.

Aziraphale was in the same mesmerized state; her eyes had grown glassy, and when she blinked away the tears, snowflakes fell from her lashes. “How beautiful.”

Crowley’s head tilted backward again, and now she was no longer looking at a serpent.

Instead, the beautiful colors against the stark darkness reminded her of space, of creating wonders from nothing, stars unfolding, the sheer beauty -

“Not worth the cold,” she said and resumed her walking. ✨

Text by RiaTheDreamer on AO3 „Are We meant to read the Footnotes?“ from chapter 6 of one of the best Good Omens Fanfics I‘ve read so far ❤️

@riathedreamer

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I would like to recommend "Snakes in your eyes" by Icka M Chif (mischif), it kinda re-tales the whole of the series and adds a bit of their own touch and more tales. This is my first recommendation TvT hope you like it. Have a good day :D

Thank you for your fic recommendation! It's very lovely of you to do so!

Snakes in Your Eyes by Icka M Chif (mischif) [40k, rated T]

AU. Crowley riding on Aziraphale's shoulders for 6,000 years as a snake.

It's amazing how much that changes things.

-Mod AB

[darcydoesfuckall]

Fun Fact!

Fanfictious Authoria are a species that sustain themselves entirely on a diet of brain worms, unfinished WIPs, and kudos. As one of the three fundamental food groups, removing kudos from the fandom ecosystem causes a complete collapse of the natural order. In times of unprecedented scarcity, entire populations of Fanfictious Authoria can die out completely. This means that the production of fanfiction, in that particular region of fandom, stops entirely, often causing major ecological damage, and the subsequent deaths of fan species in the same genus. (Like the Fanfictious Artia, or the Fanfictious Editour, both of which subsist on fanfiction based diets to survive.)

In conservation efforts, experts are imploring readers to donate kudos and comments toward any fandom region that they want to stay alive.

[...]

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

They have real human feelings and real human egos. The contemporary attitude towards media engagement is skewed towards algorithmic, instant, and uncritical consumption. This is pumping straight gasoline into the beautiful lakes of our fandom ecosystem. Fandom cannot afford to treat its creators like mechanical text generators. We are not an unfeeling assembly line, only there to produce content. We are enthusiasts, engaging in our hobby. No fan creator has to show you anything. They are fully within their rights to keep their works hidden in their computer files, never to see the light of day. Every fanfic on AO3 is only there because someone had the grace to share it with you. You are not entitled to an author's work, just as they are not entitled to your kudos. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. Do not forget your part in this symbiosis.

It's a problem that extends beyond AO3. Tumblr is a less enthusiastic place than it used to be. Fandom as a whole is drifting towards a consumption mindset. I, for one, am sick of it. Reblog things, like them, share them. Make fanart of fanart. Who gives a shit? Do the cringy thing. You don't have to cultivate your blog aesthetic. Be who you are, like what you like, and have enthusiasm about all of it. Fandom should be an expression of radical self acceptance. Embrace it. Leave essays about fics that you liked. Reblog the essays of other's when you see them. Exist in the mutual joy of seeing and being seen. You are not just an external observer, absorbing content from a distance. You are here too. Wave back at us. Say 'hi.'

An excerpt from this post about why you should comment on AO3

[aspiring-pansy]

Insanely fast Fem Aziraphale for the ficlet I’m going to write where her and Crowley are nuns. Still trying to nail down her 1800s look. Thank you @knifeforkspooncup for indulging me in the ideas and helping me with my art and writing⭐️⭐️