#fic prompt-a-thon

[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.

[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!

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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!

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

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[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

[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.

[gravityfalls-ficathon]

Pineskill here! noticed a severe lack of Billdip prompts, so I thought up some more lol (either romantic or vs or both >:)

Bill/Dipper: serial killer!Bill stalks/captures Dipper as his latest victim (any ratings/warnings)

Bill/Dipper: vampire hunter!Dipper and vampire!Bill (any ratings/warnings)

Bill/Dipper: Older Dipper having insomnia from nightmares of Bill, keeping it secret from the others but he's starting to lose his grip on whats real/when he's awake or not (any ratings/warnings)

Bill/Dipper/Mabel: Bill posesses Mabel and attacks Dipper (any ratings/warnings, but nsfw suggested)

((Already posted comment to Dreamwidht, just double posting it here for the tumblr billdips to see <3))

hell yeah! i really love billdip so i agree!

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If you enjoyed any of those prompts or want to check any others, check our pinned post!

[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.

[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!

[beatleskinkmeme]

Ides of March-a-thon Master Post

Please check out these fics and leave a comment!

want me when i'm not there by @backbenttulips

Paul cheats on Linda with John and she's fucking furious about it. Give me a fic where she behaves in a normal way instead of reacting like a McLennon shipper or saying "that's nice honey" and accepting an unfair scenario where Paul can have a boyfriend but if she had one he'd go batshit. PLEASE lots of Paul making pathetic excuses ("I said I wouldn't have other women! It was only blowjobs!") and her being the boss she is. PERSECUTE THAT MAN.

The Rockingham Club Mystery by WordsofLove42

Paul/Robert, Paul reporting to Robert about his time with another man (Robert had been his only male partner up to then) and telling him all the things that were similar and different about the experience. Maybe Robert feels a bit smug and maybe also a bit inspired?

Silly Girl by @bluewater9

John and Paul's relationship as told through Martha's perspective :3 Yes I know she's a dog but this is fiction so who cares.

I Can't Tell You But I know it's Mine by @aquarianshift

We don't get enough starrison. After a long stressful day at the studio, George goes to Ringos house after. Ringos pent up and George just looks delicious.

I Don't Care Too Much by @notgrungybitchin

John trying to be a sugar daddy in Paris but he and Paul are lowkey broke.

The Jumper by @merseydreams

John and Paul always shared clothing. After the break-up, John sees a picture of Denny Laine wearing one of the shirts that Paul and John had shared! He decides that is unacceptable and goes to a Wings show to get it back.

Plant a Seed by skua

John fuck Paul in his gay little sailor outfit from those Miami pics.

well, how did I get here? by @theoldmixer

McLennon crossover with 13 Going on 30. John goes to sleep one night when the Beatles were still struggling and he wakes up in the early 70s to find out he got everything he wanted and is one of the most famous musicians in the world but he doesn’t understand why he and Paul aren’t friends anymore….

i can only speak my mind by Paisanas

Someone in John’s staff sells his diaries to the press in the 70s. They’re printed in the papers. They contain his feelings about Paul. They are him pining over Paul. Paul reads them.

Brother Dearest by @javelinbk

AU where Mimi and Jim get married and John and Paul are stepbrothers (stepbrothers who are attracted to each other)

Managing Expectations by @pauls1967moustache

Paul and Brian cross paths on a night out at the clubs. After a mixture of several drinks/substances, and the subsequent effect of severely lowering the pair’s inhibitions, Paul begins to question Brian about his relationship with John. [How far Paul pushes the discussion and the extent of what Brian reveals are both up to the author. Tone and any pairing involving the three also up to the author.]

Content to Whisper by @adriansfrombrooklyn

I would love a peek inside J&P’s minds when they were playing pyramus and thisbe. You know, must’ve been interesting to play the lover of the person you secretly loved

you gave me the word by tarenas

John/Paul telepathy - they accidentally start hearing each other’s thoughts at random

oh, what a night by @two-gurus-in-drag

John and Paul have sweaty euphoric sex after the impromptu obertauern gig they did while filming Help!

No I in Threesome by @with-eyes-closed

i would love george finding out he has a daddy kink and just being like "god damn it, i thought i was the only one of us who didn't have some kind of daddy issues"

John, I'm Only Dancing by @skylikeaflame

After Paul almost falls off the building during the Mad Day Out photo shoot, John freaks out. They have it out and fuck tenderly.

**This will be updated as we get more fics!

**Also I wasn't sure of everyone's tumblr so if you want me to tag your tumblr please let me know!

[merryfortune]

you change your clothes like a girl changes her mind

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon

Prompt: Any: any/any(/any+) femslash - sharing lipsticks 

Title: you change your clothes like a girl changes her mind

Ship: Altarshipping | Aoi/Ema

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Word Count: 2,739

Rating: T

Warning: Choose Not to Warn 

Tags: Age Difference, Crushes, Pining, Indirect Kiss, Virtual Reality, Pampering, Affection

   “I’ve designed another avatar.” Blue Girl confessed exciteably.

   Ghost Girl laughed, amused, “Can’t say I’m surprised to hear that. You’ve grown up a lot since coming under my tutelage, and I’d love to see it.”

   Blue Girl cringed. She couldn’t believe how predictable she was being but oh well. She was just lucky that Ghost Girl found it more cute than vapid.

   “I’ve already picked out a name and theme for this next avatar of mine.” she replied.

   “Oh? I’d love to hear it.” Ghost Girl nudged her. She leaned up against the column.

   “Blue Angel is my past, Blue Girl is my present and… Blue Maiden will be my future.” Blue Girl began to explain. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed. Like you said, I’ve grown up a lot.”

   But not enough to get over silly, inappropriate crushes. It was so embarrassing. Still, Blue Girl grinned and beared it as Ghost Girl mulled over the idea in her head, she nodded along.

   “Makes sense.” Ghost Girl replied. “Can I help?”

   “Er, yeah, sure.” Blue Girl replied. “Aqua’s helped a lot as well, her Marincess cards were very inspiring.”

   Speaking of Aqua, she needed some time to herself. A big battle was coming up and she was still licking wounds, grieving for her now dead lover whom she hoped she would avenge with Aoi as her weapon. So, she was above ground and in real life whilst Blue Girl and Ghost Girl had this sort of pre-war pep talk.

   “Alright, let’s get to the montage, sounds good?” Ghost Girl suggested with a wink.

   “Sure.” Blue Girl replied.

   In her journey to learning the art and science of hacking, this was new field for her.

   The Link VRAINS’ character creation screen was intended to be a one-person affair. With a bit of tweaking, one - or more - people could be forced into the so-called stalls of the wardrobe and that’s exactly what Ghost Girl did. Her presence in the lonely white of it all transformed it and honestly made it feel more mall-like.

   Otherwise, the character creation screen was quite blank. It was a strange, liminal space which encouraged the player to move on as quickly as possible to start duelling - and then come back to get those premium items locked behind a certain amount of wins. Blue Girl stood in front of the mirror and called up the near endless parade of clothing selection screens. 

   Items could even be pinned, or more accurately, hung up on clothing racks for future reference. She already had quite a few from previous iterations of Blue Angel and what she had been chasing with Blue Girl, even some ideas from Aqua, too.

   It was a cruel system, the more wins, the more items of clothing. That’s why most new players tend to look the same, and quite normie at that. There were some complementary outfits which were heroic looking but that furthered the homogenisation of the digital world. The fact that avatars could even be hacked and stolen worsened that.

   That had happened to Playmaker and Aoi had even done it to Ema. Then she recoloured and re-styled the base clothing into Blue Girl. Which is what people with decency do. Though her imagination very much shone more in Blue Angel and now Blue Maiden.

   Blue Angel was based on a pre-existing IP, true, but the design was mixed into so many headcanons and other flairs which were uniquely Aoi that most people didn’t actually realise. Blue was a common favourite colour to have after all and there were plenty of things which could be blue and, better yet, had wings just like her beloved Trickstars. Angels just so happened to fit that bill.

   As for Blue Maiden, however, the trifecta in this legacy of growing up and finding herself… Underneath the digital glamour, Aoi glowed with so much pride. She didn’t want to brag or seem vain but Blue Maiden was, one hundred per-cent, unique to her. She was born of her experiences, her memories, her values, her imagination. Her everything in short.

   Yet she was missing something.

   And Ghost Girl must have sensed that, too.

   Ghost Girl’s lips screwed up in thought as she admired Blue Maiden in the mirror. Her big debut wouldn’t be for a week so there was no rush, in theory, but Blue Maiden’s completion appeared within grasp so they may as well try to find it. So, they studied - together - what Aoi had made thus far with this brand new avatar.

   For hair length, blue Maiden was a return to form, to childhood and to Blue Angel. Merely lightened and instead done up with a more casual or mature-looking style with the half ponytail. On her cheek, she had the teardrop, inspired by the “twin ponytails” that floated above Aqua’s head. 

   Further down, as for clothing, it was clear she was harkening back to her friends and comrades with a fresh take on the skin-tight catsuit. Made modest, somehow, with additional layers - even if one of them was a mini-skirt.

   The overall atmosphere of the new avatar was determined. Not necessarily peppy but definitely determined. It was cute but not too adorable. Beautiful and pretty but not supermodel hitting the runway levels, there was, instead, some honesty to the design.

   Yet still despite, the culmination of elements harmonising, Ghost Girl and Blue Maiden concurred: something was missing. They stared at the mirror, Blue Maiden turning around and twirling, showing off her dress, leggings, and accessories from all angles. Her expression was frustrated and stormy. Especially next to Ghost Girl.

   Ignoring even the fact she was getting eyed up and down by her crush, and it wasn’t anywhere near flirtatious in nature, Blue Maiden was all pent up with aesthetic confusion.

   Her own upgrade had been so effortless. Seamless. Like she had always been that colour palette or in that outfit. It was maddening but it was exactly Ghost Girl’s touch for that intangible quality until…

   “Eureka.” Ghost Girl smirked.

   Blue Maiden could practically see the light bulb over Ghost Girl’s head as she seemed all too smug in her little ah-ha moment.

   “What is it?” Blue Maiden asked.

   Ghost Girl caressed Blue Maiden’s cheek and took her by the chin, forcing her to look at her straight on. Blue maiden was startled by the forceful affection and even more forceful gaze as Ghost Girl relished knowing something Blue Maiden didn’t in this epiphany.

   “Why, a girl’s best friend of course.” Ghost Girl said. “A little bit of lippy.”

   “You mean, lipstick?” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Of course.” Ghost Girl teased.

   She let go of Blue Maiden shrugged.

   “Makeup has the potential to be a very reliable weapon, you know.” Ghost Girl replied.

   Blue Maiden hesitated. As Zaizen Aoi, she used moisturiser and that was it. Her previous avatars flirted with the idea of a little extra, sure. Those eyelashes of Blue Angel’s were natural for all intents and purposes given that she was all pixels. But in real life, Aoi never used mascara or foundation, honestly she was fairly certain she would poke her eye out if she tried to apply eye shadow if she wasn’t careful. 

   Was lipstick going a step too far?

   Blue Maiden caught the glint of artificial light off Ghost Girl’s lips. She used lipstick and plenty of it, in a burgundy shade. Bold and saucy. It was a pretty shade that looked good on her. Aoi had, in private, thought much about Ema’s lipstick. Or her lips in general, actual. Mostly about kissing them.

   “What do you say?” Ghost Girl prompted her.

   “We can try, there’s no harm in that.” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Will you let me do the honours?” Ghost Girl teased.

   “Be my guest.” Blue Maiden replied.

   Her heart pounded in her chest as she made room for Ghost Girl. Not when it mattered when Ghost Girl was intent on getting up close and personal. From mere centimetres away, Blue Maiden saw every detail of Ghost Girl’s steely grey eyes and it was enough to make her weak in the knees.

   To say nothing of how Ghost Girl handled her.

   Once more, her fingers, well, ghosted along Blue Maiden’s face, examining her cheekbones, admiring the facial structure that Aoi had given her avatar in this instance. She looked older but she had never felt younger as there were sparks of yearning on Ghost Girl’s fingertips at every touch. Every caress. And all of it eventually trained on Blue Maiden’s cupid bow lips.

   Blue Maiden felt as though she were going insane. She wasn’t sure when this attraction to her mentor began but once it started, it couldn’t be stopped. Everything about this situation seemed engineered to tease her specifically over this crush. There was no reason to feel this way but Bessho Ema was a force of nature.

   She was a beautiful and sharp, practical woman, like a secretary bird. Her laughter was mischievous and her appetite was for all the best things in life, such as hot sauce. She was miserly and self-serving but not selfish, she just knew what she liked and where her limits ought to lie. She gave the impression of intimacy with such nonchalant demeanour and yet kept everyone at arm's length.

   Even Aoi but for good reason. They were a team, mentor and mentee with a gulf of age difference between them. She had a lot to do if she was going to turn a Charisma Duelist into a treasure hunting hacker.

   Aoi appreciated the attention and the studies. That’s why she couldn’t get Ema out of her head as something more to aspire to but rather admire, as a woman in a romantic way. 

  Ugh, stupid, silly, immature, Blue Maiden bit her tongue as her thoughts whirled around in her head whilst Ghost Girl was quiet, having conversations on her own in her mind. 

   She was also ten years older than Aoi… It would never work, it was inappropriate and stupid. Yet even under the cool, mature facade of Blue Maiden, Aoi couldn’t help herself and she grasped at straws, adoring every touch and murmur no matter how fleeting as a pitiful hope that one day, she really would grow into someone Ema could be with like that.

   Ghost Girl, however, seemed oblivious to the reactions that she was giving Aoi underneath the veneer of her digital self, the near war of it all. She hummed and hawed whilst deciding the colour she ought to apply to Blue Maiden’s and then voila. She decided with a foxy smile, she gave a twinkling gesture with her other hand, she produced a tube of lipstick from thin air.

   “Tada.” Ghost Girl cheered. “What do you think?”

   She uncapped the tube and gave it a twist. The colour was revealed to be coral pink but Blue Maiden immediately noticed something incongruent with the lipstick. It was just a digital prop, not real in the slightest, and yet the product inside of the casing appeared used, with the rivulet of where lips had worn it down. 

   “Fun fact, this is a discontinued lipstick from a product placement promotion a couple years ago but I saved it just in case. I’ve experimented with it here and there but definitely have a winter complexion but you, dearest,” Ghost Girl explained, almost flirtatiously, “have a spring complexion. What do you say?”

   “I say let’s try it.” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Then hold still, and pucker your lips.” Ghost Girl said.

   Blue Maiden nodded and did as she was told. She felt awkward and gawky as she puckered her lips for Ghost Girl. She felt like it was a kiss left hanging - not that she would know much about that, having never kissed anyone ever despite thinking a lot about it.

   Especially with Ema.

   And oh no… Did this count?

   It was a fake lipstick in a fake lipstick tube, despite the impression Ghost Girl’s lips had left upon the wax but did this count as, like, an indirect kiss?

   Aoi had to centre herself and imagine herself cool as cool could be to stop Blue Maiden’s cheeks from reddening. She took a breath and Ghost Girl applied the lipstick to her mouth. She started on the inner ridges of her lips, where they were most pressed and crinkled together. She dabbed it on with all the precision of a makeup artist.

   “Now rub them together.” Ghost Girl told her next as she drew back ever so slightly.

   Blue Maiden smushed her lips together, twisting them side to side to spread the colour over her lips. She wondered if this, too, was like kissing. It felt strange and awkward but maybe it would be less so with a second person.

   “Okay, stop, let me re-apply.” Ghost Girl said.

   Blue Maiden stopped and on went the second coat. Ghost Girl was delicate, stroking Blue Maiden’s lips at an angle with the tube, she got into the corners lightly and meanwhile, in the middle, was more heavy in sensation and attention. Her carefulness was soon rewarded, however, as the feeling of the lipstick was faint but real enough for Aoi to feel it through the sensory experience of the Link VRAINS. As a result, it felt silky and shiny. She smiled.

   “Does it look good?” she asked.

   Ghost Girl eyed her up, from head to toe and back again, then smacked her own lips together with a satisfied noise, “I think it looks perfect.”

   Blue Maiden smiled excitedly. It bubbled up through her and she felt much like a princess thanks to the application of the last dab of makeup. Ghost Girl let her go and she turned around to face the mirror. Just that little extra whip of pale pink was immediately noticeable - and changed the entire aura of Blue Maiden.

   “It looks amazing.” Blue Maiden replied, hardly containing the girlish squeal from within.

   “I’m glad.” Ghost Girl replied and she capped the tube of lipstick. “You are ready to rock and roll, kiddo. You are growing up so fast.”

   That, too, got a rise out of Blue Maiden that she had to quell for the sake of face. She nodded and stepped back.

   “Thank you, Ghost Girl, it’s all because of you.” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Aw, not quite, don’t sell yourself short, Blue Maiden.” Ghost Girl said.

   Blue Maiden got a thrill out of that too. To be called by her newest username like that, the one which was meant to symbolise the arrival of her soon-to-be adulthood. In a couple years’ time but who knows what that would look like given the battles so much closer.

   “Let’s kick ass next week, yeah?” Ghost Girl said.

   “Yeah.” Blue Maiden replied, determined.

   They logged out shortly after that exchange. With the details of Blue Maiden’s avatar finalised to Aoi’s satisfaction, there was little reason to dawdle, after all. They needed to rest up, get affairs in order, pretend that everything was going to be normal for a little while longer whilst quite the storm brewed in the near horizon.

   But until then… Aoi was happy. Satisfied. And totally crushing on Ema. Maybe even more so than before as she cherished the sensations of Ghost Girl’s hand against her face. She was so gentle, it was mesmerising.

   Aoi sighed as she flopped into the soft middle of her bed. It was tucked in the corner of her room, the lights were dim and the pink of her walls turned a dusty rose. She smiled to herself, cuddling against her old Evilswarm Mandragora and she was comforted by its familiar scent.

   Yet proved what a child she was still…

   Aoi closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, thinking about the kind of adult she wanted to become. To bring the spirations that had inspired the creation of her Blue Maiden avatar to fruition. She imagined hair growing long again and perhaps becoming the kind of woman who used makeup in the day to day. The glistening coral pink lipstick of her mouth. The kinds of freedoms afforded to only adults, a debit card and a drivers licence for a motorcycle.

   Her daydream evolved as she thought more and more about it on the brink of sleep but she knew, deep down, and it pained her heart, but a change of clothes was not equivalent to a change of mind. She would always be Ema’s little protege.

[fourormore]

FOUR OR MORE 2024 FICATHON

[Image description: A polyam flag with the words “four or more fic-a-thon” on it. End description.]

AO3 COLLECTION

[CLOSED] THIS EVENT HAS FINISHED. WE ARE NO LONGER TAKING PROMPTS BUT OUR COLLECTION WILL REMAIN OPEN FOR LATE ENTRIES.

It is here! The inaugural event for FOUR OR MORE is live. A ficathon designed to get more fic featuring relationships with four or more people out into the world! Inspired by the Rarest of Rairpairs ficathon, this first event will run from August 15th to October 20th.

GUIDELINES

- Any medium! Any rating! As long as your work focuses on a relationship with 4 or more people, it's allowed! - No minimum or maximum but fills must be complete. - You don’t have to fill something to leave a prompt. The more prompts, the merrier! - Prompts must be for relationships featuring 4 or more people. - You may link to the fill if it is posted elsewhere. Warnings are not mandatory, but you're free to include them if you wish to do so. - You may combine these with other events, as long as the other event allows it. - Small fandoms welcome! - Don't forget to comply with the community guidelines.

Prompts can be found in the comments of the official DW announcement.

FAQ

Q: What kind of works am I allowed to submit? A: All type of fanworks are welcome! Fics, art, podfic, meta, you name it. As long as the main relationship features 4 or more people, it's allowed.

Q: I don't have a Dreamwidth account. Can I join? A: Of course! You don't even need an AO3 account if you wish to post only on tumblr.

Q: My work contains [INSERT WARNING HERE]. Can I still participate? A: Yes. This is a CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) space. Feel free to tag us in your posts #fourormore or @/fourormore and we will reblog your post.

Q: I don't want to see [X] content, can you please remove it? A: No. The only content that will be removed will be that that does not comply with the rules. You can ask us to tag a certain topic for blacklisting purposes and you are more than encouraged to do so, but remember that you can always unfollow if some content upsets you.

RULES

ALL works must feature a relationship with 4 or more people as its focus. All configurations are allowed.

NO LIST

The following posts/comments will be removed from the collection, as they're outside of its scope. - Monogamous relationships (I think this is obvious) - Works that focus on OT3s (may I suggest sharing it with @polyamships instead? - RPF featuring non-famous minors (I will not be checking this because I simply do not have the time, so it'll be on the honor system. Please don't abuse the honor system. I don't want to be removing works just because)

[ineffable-xenanigans]

Guarded

This post is a teaser for my impending fic,

A Mouthful of Blessings

(coming soon to an AO3 near you; you can find me over there as xenanigans if you want :D)

[this post is also my late contribution to week 14 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined, oopsie daisy]

So yeah. The fic! It's an Aziraphale/Crowley story (of course), 6 chapters, about 8k words, rated E 😈

This is my first fic ever; it's also the longest piece of erotica I've ever written. I’m so very proud of it and I can't wait to share it with the world! Soon, soon, very soon...

Oh, and did I mention there's gonna be some smutty art to go along with it? Here's a couple of horny Crowley sketches to whet your appetite...

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

@snognes @naturallyteal @eybefioro @ineffablyruined @ineffably-queer-book-lover

🎨 only: @good-omens-gallery

🌶 only: @goodomensafterdark

[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

[morgana-larkin]

okay okay okay, this is silly but i just need a fic where mel goes all silly and awkward when r is around, abbott staff notices and so does the camera crew where sometimes they caught / filmed when mel is being like all goof around the girl, and when the crew interviews her about it she threatens them and tries to make them wipe off the tape but r pops up to the interview and was like "no, no, you're too cute in there mi cariña, and once again, Melissa who's always in her so tough bravado, immediately folds in live action and makes a fool out of herself and r thinks it's cute. I just need a fic where Melissa loses her sht and melt because of a girl lol bahsjjajaja

Ask and receive 😉. I really liked this prompt and had a lot of fun with the fic so thank you for suggesting it. As always, not edited at all and I hope you like it!

And just so everyone knows, I’m working on another prompt. And for all the Worth It fans, I am working on chapter 7 so don’t worry, it’s not abandoned or forgotten. Everyone feel free to send in any prompts you want.

Part 2

Caught on Camera

Warnings: none

Words: 2.1k

Melissa is leaning against the wall looking at the camera, arms folded, getting interviewed. She was getting asked a question when you walked by and smiled at her. Melissa looked at you and smiled back, then she lost her balance and stumbled for a second before immediately correcting herself. “Melissa?” The interview person said, getting her attention. Melissa turned to look at them. “Sorry, what was the question again?” Melissa says and continues with the interview.

Melissa was walking down the hall with Barb when you walked by. “Good morning girls!” You told them as you walked by them and Melissa looks at you and turns her body a bit. “Hi sweetheart!” Barb says “hi y/n” Melissa says to you with a smile. As you walk away in the opposite direction, Melissa stares at you while still walking and accidentally walks right into a wall. “You ok Melissa?” Barb asks and tries to hide a snicker. She knows her best friend has a little crush on you. “Ya I’m fine.” Melissa tells her. Unknown to Melissa, the camera caught it.

“I’m telling you it’s true!” Jacob says to Melissa one day in the break room. “No it isn’t.” Melissa tells him, she wasn’t going to change her mind no matter what he says to her. “Y/n, back me up here.” Jacob says as you enter and Melissa whips her head around to see you. “Back you up about what?” You ask. “That Misty Quigley is totally into girls.” He says and you laugh. “Oh she definitely is, even if they don’t outright say it.” You say. “Melissa doesn’t think she is.” Jacob says and you look at Melissa. “Wel-well I guess she could be. I-I just, well they would need to confirm it for it to be 100%.” Melissa stutters and everyone looks at her. “Melissa, she totally is, like she was so obsessed with Natalie and even asked her to go to the reunion with her, basically as her date.” You tell her. And just like that, Melissa switched sides. Everyone looks at each other, wondering why Melissa switched so easily and quickly as soon as you said your opinion. The cameras on the other side of the room caught the entire conversation.

All the teachers are gathering in the gym for a meeting before school. Melissa is sitting next to Barb in the middle aisle at the end, with the trio right behind them. She has her arms crossed and feet out , and half on the chair. You walk by and smile at her and give her a wink. Melissa stares at you and proceeds to slip forward and falls off the chair. All 4 of them asking if she’s ok while they all try to hide a laugh. One of the cameras caught the exchange.

Melissa was getting interviewed out in the hall about the read-a-thon. “Oh I still got this, Janine’s class is going down.” She says and you walk by. One of the cameraman asks if you could be a part of the interview. You agree and are told to stand right beside Melissa. You get asked about the read-a-thon and who you think will win. “Oh Melissa’s class for sure. Her class wins every year.” You said confidently and Melissa blushes and has a goofy smile that she tries to hide, but the camera caught it.

On another day, Melissa is getting interviewed again, you walk by and get asked to be a part of it again. When Melissa gets asked to speak again she doesn’t know what to say. All her brain processes is that your arm is touching hers and all that comes out of her is a stuttering mess. The interviewer smiles after you two left to continue the day, he sees that Melissa acts differently only around you.

The next day, Melissa is interviewed again. This time she gets asked about you. “What about y/n?” She asked. The interviewer smiles “we have a bunch of moments where you act differently when she’s around.” Melissa blushes. You heard the question as you were walking by to the bathroom and you stop to listen. Melissa glares at them, “delete all that footage or I know a guy that will make you.” She tells them sternly. “Delete it? Melissa no, you’re too cute in them mia carino.” You say and she freezes, her mouth open and eyes wide in shock as she processes what you just said. Then her cheeks go red and closes her mouth as it goes dry. “Oh, ok, ya..of course, ya, they should keep the footage.” Melissa says, stuttering and stumbling through the entire sentence.

After the camera crew figured out that Melissa likes y/n, and her entire tough bravado falls when she’s around, they try and get moments of them together on camera and try and interview both of you together as much as possible. And every time, without fail, Melissa blushes and smiles, and her tough Philly girl act is basically non existent. While they know Melissa’s feelings about you, they don’t know how you feel about Melissa.

“How do I feel about Melissa?” You say the question they asked. “Oh, well she’s nice and very passionate about what she does, it’s kinda cute.” You say, trying to hide a smile, the camera catches it.

The rest of the Abbott crew caught on to Melissa’s feelings, and they have fun whenever Melissa’s personality completely changes when you’re around, which is every time.

Then the PECSA weekend comes. When you get there, you find out the hotel accidentally overbooked and they don’t have a room for you. You sighed, disappointed and defeated, you turn and go to walk out. You walk right into Melissa as soon as you turn around.

“Oh Melissa! I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings.” You tell her.

“Y/n, hi, oh it’s fine, it happens. Shouldn’t you be heading the other way though to bring your stuff to your room?” Melissa says to you with a blush.

“Oh actually they overbooked and I don’t have a room. So I’m gonna go see if another hotel close by has a room I could stay in.” You tell her.

“What? Nonsense, just stay with me.” She says and your face goes red.

“What? Really? Are you sure?” You ask her and Melissa’s brain catches up with what she just said. She isn’t going to back out now though, especially when she sees the hope on your face.

“Ya, ya of course. Let me just check in and then we can go up.” She tells you and you accept her offer with a huge smile. The camera in the lobby caught you two.

After she checks in, and gets 2 keycards, you and her go to the room and you freeze when you see only one bed.

“I promise I don’t bite. But I do want the right side.” She tells you. And on the inside, she’s freaking out, the fact that she’ll get to share a bed with you for a whole night…she feels a rush of happiness run through her whole body.

Once you two get settled in, you go downstairs to where all the teachers in Philly are and the convention booths and Barb is there waiting.

“Hey Barb.” Melissa greets her. “Sorry I’m late. They overbooked and y/n here didn’t have a room, so she’s staying with me now.” Melissa says with a grin, and Barb gives her a look then looks to you.

“Oh, sorry that happened sweetheart. I’m glad Melissa was able to help you out.” She tells you.

“Ya I’m glad she was too. I won’t get in your way though. I’ll let you two do your thing.” You say as you go to walk around by yourself.

“You can always join us sweetheart.” Barb says and Melissa snaps her head to Barb as Barb gives her a smirk.

“Ya of course, just join us, more fun when you’re with other people.” Melissa says and smiles at you.

You smile and accept their offer. You stay close to Melissa the entire time and vice versa. They don’t stay long though, they go to leave after they run into Janine. The smile on your face falls when you realise she’s leaving to go to the pool, and are about to ask Janine and Jacob to walk around with them when Melissa grabs your shoulders with her hands.

“You can come with us hun.” Melissa says and she lights up when you accept. You’re glad you packed a bathing suit, you knew there was a pool and packed one just in case you get time to swim.

You come out of the bathroom in your bikini but with a little beach dress covering you. You two walk down to the pool and meet Barb there. They find some lounge chairs and order drinks. You put your towel on your chair and take your dress off, revealing your body in a bikini. Melissa is sipping on her drink when she sees you take your dress off and she chokes and starts coughing. You go and gently pat her upper back and rub and Melissa’s face goes red and her breath hitched. Melissa has a hell of a time trying to keep it together and try not to stare too much when you’re swimming in the pool. She feels like life is testing her when you climb out with the ladder, with your hair and body all wet and you walk towards where they are to get your towel. Melissa can’t help but stare at your body as you dry your hair with the towel. Barb had to give her a small nudge to snap her out of it.

It only got worse for Melissa when it was the big party time. You come out with a black dress on that stops mid thigh and has a revealing neckline that shows off your chest amazingly. Melissa stares at you as you walk out of the bathroom, and if she was paying any attention, she would have noticed you staring at her. Melissa stares at you almost the entire night. At one point they were going to sit down until Melissa’s sister comes and sits down and they get up to leave.

“Hey guys, are you leaving? I was just about to come join you at the table.” You say as you make your way over. Melissa immediately sits back down again.

“No we were just going to walk around a bit but that can wait, come sit.” She says and gets a look from her sister and Melissa sends her a glare. You look and see that there isn't another chair around and before you do or say anything, Melissa grabs your waist and pulls you down to sit on her lap. You freeze and Melissa wraps her hands around your waist and smiles.

The more into the night it gets, the more drunk you and her get. At one point you guys are walking to get drinks and you stumble a bit and crash right into Melissa, and she’s tipsy too and she stumbles back into a wall. She freezes and blushes like crazy when she sees that she’s trapped between you and a wall. You look up at her to apologise but freeze when she’s already looking at you and she licks her lips when she looks down at yours. You lean in and kiss her and her whole brain freezes. You go to pull away when you realise she isn’t kissing back, but then she pulls you back in and kisses you back. The cameras caught all of it.

The next morning you, Melissa and Barb are sipping energy drinks to help ease the hangover. When you all step out of the elevator, Melissa wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you to her and kisses the side of your head and you smile at her. The entire Abbott crew saw as you catch up with them.

“Um, what was that?” Janine asks you both.

“What was what?” Melissa asks. And they all know not to question it further, but they still all smile at the two of you. As you guys walk out, you pass by a camera and Melissa looks up at it and smiles. She got her girl.

Taglist: @esposadejoyhuerta

@imaginesmultifandoms

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If you wish to be added then let me know!

[toxicanonymity]

boyd-a-thon masterlist

gif on the right by @xladymorganx. in this event, i donate(d) $10/fic to pcrf for boyd character smut. anyone can participate if you tag me and @lustaffairs and #boyd-a-thon. 500-3k words. about event. Optional PROMPTS

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Murphy in Medellín by @quaritchscupquake

Mutual by @noxturnalpascal

The first time by @noxturnalpascal

Let's get in the back of your car, officer by @scuddisher

Good girl by @darkuselesssomebody

*File room boss by @lustaffairs

✨Smoke break pt. 1 by @writing-my-time

Steve Murphy ft. Javi P.

*Crossing Lines by @lunitawrites

*Lie Still by @milla-frenchy

*Empty Spaces by @milla-frenchy

*Esta noche te voy a follar by @romanarose

*Swinging by @clawdee (w/ Connie)

Hounds of Hell by @aurorawritestoescape and @milla-frenchy

Hounds of Hell pt. 2

Glory O by @milla-frenchy

Billy (Skeleton twins)

Sunset by @aurorawritestoescape

Clement Mansell (Justified City Primeval)

*Steady as she goes by @toxicanonymity

✨Daddy ain't home by @writing-my-time

Donald Pierce (Marvel's Logan)

Meet me in the bathroom by @writing-my-time

✨Kept pt. 1 by @clawdee @clawdeewritesfanfic

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

The free world by @milla-frenchy

*pre-thon, donated $ to get us started

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Donated the full $300 but would like to get to 30 fics on the masterlist! 🖤 Thank you everyone for participating

[dierama-mojo]

Chapters: 4/15 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.

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