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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.

[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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𓆙 Splintering 𓆃

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

I'm not quite able to admit the truth, but still, I'm unable to lie; I was yours even before you knew, and it makes my heart ache, So let me just say I have a confession to make Before my impossibly earnest words petrify.

With the absence of the man I gave too much of myself to, I'm reeling and shivering, All I want to do is to fold you against my heart As I should have done from the very start. I'm in shambles without you, splintering.

⭒

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

~Silvie⭒

[eybefioro]

Here comes a silly little ficlet for the Week One of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon hosted by @ineffablyruined ! (Yes I know it's been a month since the first week. Fight me.) AND IT HAS BAD ART!!! 💛

Eye Contatc(s)!

"This is ridiculous, really" Aziraphale grumbled, pacing nervously as Crowley primly sat in the sofa. "Everything changed smoothly, why the eyes didn’t?"

It was really s bizarre scene. Crowley had never, not once, sat so properly, and Aziraphale, not once, swayed his hips this much, not even three wine bottles in. But more bizarre than all, was Aziraphale's golden eyes and Crowley’s blue ones.

"My dear, there are things in this world that simply-"

"Please don't say ineffable, if you say ineffable I will fly myself through the window-"

"-don't have an explanation." Crowley with the blue eyes said pointedly and quite smugly.

The Aziraphale with loose hips groaned and flung himself in the sofa, landing on "Crowley's" left.

"It's not so bad, dear boy. I will use the glasses-"

"You'll have to take them off at some point. They hate that use them down there – and what about me huh? I can't possibly be walking around heaven with sunglasses! I don't think I've ever once, in ALL of our life time together, seen you wear sunglasses. They will know something is up immediately." Crowley-as-Aziraphale started turning quite red. That "our" had slipped unpropted. Damn the white creamy skin of his angel, so easily reddened.

"Hmm, that is true…" Aziraphale-as-Crowley made a soft "Oh!" That was way too adorable for a demon. Crowley-as-Aziraphale got even redder, seeing his own face doing whatever that was.

"Oh?" He quirked an eyebrow in a not angelic way, "Got an idea angel?"

"Eye contacts!" He flicked his wrist, bringing forth two perfect pairs.

Crowley-as-Aziraphale growled. "This will be a pain in the ass! I hate those, I will see jack shit…"

The disguised angel didn’t seem to hear him. He looked at the little plastic cases in wonder – no, he looked at the plastic case in the right with wonder, the one with the golden irises.

"Oh dear, can't believe I will get to have your eyes for a while. I do so love them." He turned to the demon with a sappy look, not seeing his own face in the other, only the eyes of the one he loved.

"Wot did you say?"

"I said i love your eyes, my dear."

"Ngk-"

What a weird sound to watch coming out from his own mouth. Aziraphale couldn’t help but laugh.

[ineffablyruined]

Thank you to everyone who continues to participate! I'm having so much fun seeing what you all come up with, and we're getting some amazing fic, poetry, art, and even LEGOs. This is so much fun.

Prompt for Week Five:

Mistaken Identity.

Do we have a Crowley doppelgänger? Is the Metatron concealing his identity? Does someone think they are talking to someone else? You all know the drill at this point - you get to interpret this however you want!

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!

SHOUTOUT to @interesting-egg who takes my inability to make decisions in stride and helps me pick which of my pile of prompts to use for the week.

Link to this week's collection:

Tags under the cut:

@naturallyteal @bumblee27 @czitara @martinsharmony @ineffable-xenanigans @dierama-mojo @lickthecowhappy @ineffably-queer-book-lover @eybefioro

[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

Read here

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.

Read on AO3

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.

[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.

[lickthecowhappy]

Aug-Kissed 2024 - Gentle Peck Ineffable Prompt-a-Thon - Wanting

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it begins as it will end with a gentle peck a simple act of affection to feel your smile on mine but when our smiles meet it can overwhelm reason a trivial spark of want combusting in a blaze of all-consuming desire emanating from neither Inferno nor Paradiso passion formed fully of the flesh for the flesh a carnal sacrament while we genuflect in penitent Purgatorio blessings and curses hovering in liminality until our suffering tempers into that trivial spark of want to feel your smile on mine a simple act of affection with a gentle peck and it ends as it began

Trail of Kisses | Aug-Kissed 2024 Repository | Frantic Kisses

@aug-kissed @goodomensafterdark @ineffablyruined

I waited too long to write the "Gentle Peck" prompt and when ineffable prompt-a-thon was updated, it fit perfectly with what I had in mind! (Hope that's ok!)

Back to my Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon Repository. This poem is also available on AO3.

[isiaiowin]

Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon week 1

A poem for the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon week 1

Prompt: Eye contact

Sneaking a gaze towards the side, Where you and your desk reside. Inside this crowded, grubby room, You're next to me, but I’m missing you. And my heart skips a beat or two, When you start shooting glances, That will lead to heated romances. And I know a place we can go.

You tilt your head in question, And I nod back with affection. The sparkle in your eyes betrays, Your wanton need for me today. Can't wait to be left in disarray, Hearing your red heels click closer, Making me lose my composure. And you know a place we can go.

You walk around my desk with grace, Then reach out and touch my face. Blue eyes meet mine expectantly, I smile back at you contentedly. As you step away and beckon me, I quickly follow you out of this place, Wanting to fall into your sweet embrace. And we know a place we can go.

@ineffablyruined @goodomensafterdark

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𓆙 Behind The Closed Door 𓆃

✩ a poem for Tumblr Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon (@ineffablyruined) and Aug-kissed Prompts (@aug-kissed) ╰➤ IPAT topic: closed door ╰➤ Aug-kissed topic: kiss goodnight

I remember when I fell asleep coiled like a snake, You couldn't let me stay on the floor, So carefully, not to stir me awake, You carried me above the bookstore.

You tucked yourself neatly into your bed, Right next to me, and I knew that I'm done for, You kissed me goodnight on my forehead, Stayed with me behind the closed door.

⭒

AO3 link

~Silvie⭒

[whocaresaboutdecent]

Written for the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined Week 4: Closed Door

Locked Out

Rated: General Audiences | Angst | Read on Ao3

After Armageddon't, Crowley feels they’re lingering on the threshold of something. Something complicated, something impossible to name, but something that has a pull too strong to ignore. Yet, there’s still this door standing between them, this door Crowley has been hovering near for … someone knows how many years. It’s a weathered, wooden door, once secured with locks that have slowly, one by one, given way over the past millennia.

The keys to unlocking them had been found in shared moments—the playful bickering over coin tosses, crêpes in Paris, a satchel of books passing between their hands, late lunches turning into wine-heavy conversations that stretched deep into the night.

And if Crowley, in his longing to bask in Aziraphale’s company, occasionally forgot to secure those locks again after their meetings—well, that wasn’t entirely his responsibility, was it?

Now, the pull from behind the door is stronger than ever. When Crowley presses his hands flat against the worn wood, an intense feeling of warmth and belonging tingles his palms. He’s no stranger to crossing lines, but even now, with all that promise just beyond, he can’t bring himself to step over the threshold, too aware of the devastating consequences a careless step beyond a boundary can have.

Instead, all Crowley dares to do is inch the door open, just a crack, offering a silent invitation, hoping for Aziraphale to accept it. Crowley is too afraid to swing the door wide open, limiting himself to reassure Aziraphale that it isn’t locked from his side – it never has been, and it never will be. He lingers there, hand resting on the doorframe, waiting for any sign that Aziraphale might be ready to step through. 

But the angel doesn’t even dare to look at what might lie beyond.

“I'll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go.”

“You go too fast for me, Crowley.”

Bang. 

Crowley yanks his hand back just in time before his fingers are jammed between the door and the frame as Aziraphale shuts the door in his face, clearly overwhelmed by what he had glimpsed behind it.

“We can go off together.”

“I don’t even like you.”

Bang.

Each time Aziraphale dares to peek through after the failed apocalypse, however, the door seems to close a little softer and more reluctantly on Crowley.

“You can stay at my place, if you like.”

“I don't think my side would like that.”

Thunk.

“I could hunker down in your place, slither over and watch you eat cake.”

“I'm afraid that would be breaking all the rules.”

A very, very reluctant click.

Yet, there are moments when Crowley feels like he's the only one standing there, staring at that door, desperate to know what's behind it, while Aziraphale remains safe on his own side.

Until, one day, the door stays ajar, until it is Aziraphale who even opens it a little wider – our car, we both get plenty of use out of it, maybe you can tell me while we dance. Crowley can almost see the Welcome-doormat rolled out just for him.

They are on the verge of stepping through, so close to finally, finally taking that leap, when Aziraphale turns away again and nothing Crowley says can lure him through.

“I would like to spend …”

“Then there’s nothing more to say.”

The door swings shut with finality, keys turning in locks that haven’t been touched in years. Crowley stands there, disbelieving, unable to take it once again.

Crash.

He is through the door before he even realises it, wood splinters as he bursts through. There are no words this time, only desperate lips and trembling fingers gripping Aziraphale by the lapels. Crowley holds on tight, trying to pull Aziraphale through, pleading without speaking. Don’t let me rush through this door alone, not after everything, please angel, don’t …

But Aziraphale holds his ground, pushing Crowley back over the threshold, resolutely staying on his own side.

“I forgive you.”

The shattered door disappears, replaced by cold, unyielding elevator doors. The hydraulic hiss as they slide shut between them echoes in Crowley’s ears, and he stares at his own distorted reflection in the metal surface, helpless. This is a door he cannot force open, no matter how hard he tries. This something he has hoped for slips away, leaving him on the wrong side of the door. 

Alone.

[ineffablyruined]

Last week's submissions definitely didn't leave me wanting! (Sorry for the bad joke, I can't control myself).

Now for this week's prompt. Thanks again for the assist in selecting a prompt, @interesting-egg!

Week Three:

Fated.

What is inevitable in the Good Omens universe? Is someone bound to always screw up? Is South Downs written in the stars? You decide!

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 collection:

Tags under the cut:

@naturallyteal @bumblee27 @czitara @martinsharmony @ineffable-xenanigans @dierama-mojo @lickthecowhappy

[angie-words]

Using @ineffablyruined's Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon for this week, I decided to take "Mistaken Identity" and write a nonet from Crowley's rather bitter POV:

False Idols

White spurned black; dutifully raptured, you flew from me

as our silvered clouds rained down only ash.

You whispered 'my friend' so I thought

those gilded smiles offered me sanctuary

But fools gold tricked me;

I am too tarnished

for your grace.

My love

alone.