#good omens Limerick

[lickthecowhappy]

Limerick #3

Life has been crazy. Please laugh at this silly limerick:

A demon and angel together alone Fearful their fraternization is known they bashfully glance and steal each chance to stop time and secretly bone

Life has been a little wild lately so I haven't been able to do much poetry. I hope y'all enjoyed this silly thing.

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[demontobee]

Good Omens Limericks - day 3

There once was a demon from hell,

Upon meeting him soon you could tell

He neither was bad

Nor really a lad -

Just smitten with one Mr. Fell.

[di-42]

This week's Monday GOetry prompt is a garment. Form is limerick.

Temptation unaccomplished

I once wore a nice robe that was white

As you tempted me to my first bite

Right then I was hoping

You'd rip off my clothing

But you were blind, Bildad the Shuhite!

[di-42-poems]

A Limerick written for tumblr GOetry Monday. Prompt was a garment. The scene at the pub.

Shattered Dreams

That waistcoat the bookseller wore

Surrounding his tummy galore

I longed to unclasp it

On a bed of carpet

But the redhead returned with a roar.

Also on ao3

[naturallyteal]

Oh these are divine! And with the gifs, even better!

Do make more!

😇😎👍

Some good omens limericks to brighten your day!

There once was an angel divine, Whose halo so brightly did shine, From demons he fled, Pulled halo from head, Exploded to buy them more time!

There once was a demon from hell, Who didn't like people too well, But a friend he did find, In the loving divine, An angel we'll call Mr. Fell.

I grimace, my patience worn thin, "Our car!" he'd said, sporting a grin, A dastardly fellow, He turned my car yellow! With travel sweets placed in a tin!

We stand here atop a great wall, Admiring the beauty of all, Discussing the weather, He shields me with feather-y Wings, as the rain starts to fall.

The demon arrives at my shop, I argue my point to the top, He twirls and he sings, Apology things, And for that I must give him props.

These were super fun to write! I just might have to create more of them soon!

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

Guarded

Oh look, there's my belated contribution for week fourteen(!) of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon. Somehow my initial idea escalated a bit and turned into this monster of seven limericks with accompanying LEGO (and related brands) illustrations! Apparently God loves her Sevens and wouldn't let me get away with anything less. 😉 Enjoy!

There once were an angel and demon, Who loved Earth, but also some scheming. Godfathering a child Might sound quite wild; About saving our world they were dreaming.

There once was an Antichrist called Adam, Who loved shenanigans with The Them. Brought up quite normal, Not divine, nor infernal, The Apocalypse he did condemn!

There once was a planet pretty blue, With twinkling stars for a gorgeous view. When extinction loomed, Her champions felt doomed, Yet sabotaged the Great Plan coming true.

There once was a plan so ineffable, That it was completely inaccessible. Neither Heaven nor Hell Could really tell If saving Earth hadn’t been intentional.

Once again there were our angel and demon, But this time the Metatron was scheming, Taking away their breath, Serving coffee or death, Namely a promotion and a redeeming.

Then there were plans for a Second Coming. (Sadly not in the sense of good punning.) Will Jesus come back? Will Earth finally crack? No, it must be saved from succumbing!

In the end there will always be love, Despite Hell below and Heaven above. A South Downs cottage? Some yummy…. pottage? There will be a Happy End to speak of!

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@ineffablyruined Once again, thank you for another lovely prompt that gave me a much needed "butt kicking" to finally make Aziraphale's flaming sword and Crowley's crank for a recreation of that scene from season one.

Also, sorry for the delay, but it took me quite some time to put all this together! It was fun, though! Hopefully my interpretation of the prompt works? After weeks of changing things around again and again my initial concept got a bit scrambled (like my brain)! 😉

[naturallyteal]

Libera-chichi

A limerick with the prompt “a garment” for GOetry Monday

@goodomensafterdark

I know an archangel called Jim

Who provably is pretty dim:

Aping Liberace

He looks kinda chichi

In blue ostrich feathers and trim.

Here’s a short X-ray video about the suit and coat Jimbriel is wearing at the ball. (credits to @fuckyeahgoodomens )

[sakascal]

Too Many Layers

I've never written a limerick before, so when GOetry Monday was posted, and it told us to write a limerick for the prompt "a garment", I was intrigued, knew I had to try. Now, this has only little to do with a specific garment, but I think it still counts.

Warning: NSFW

Too Many Layers

There are too many layers, you wear Undressing you makes my passion flare And once I am done I will make you come Right under my serpentine glare

Read on AO3

[sighed-the-snake]

There was a supreme archangel

Who thought filthiness was disdainful

He polished my south pole

and took in a mouthful

then asked me to muck out his stable

(In which Crowley recites lewd limericks at Aziraphale to piss him off like a petty brat, there will probably be more lol)

[chaos-tree-lol]

Good Omens 2 Limericks (Spoilers for the season finale)

Crowley’s Perspective

A demon once fell for an angel

Their relationship was quite playful

A proposal was made

He could not be dissuaded

He never thought it would be so painful

The angel said farewell

The Demon wanted to yell

Crowley was lonely

He wanted his homie

He wanted Aziraphale

Aziraphale’s Perspective

An angel once fell for a demon

Together they committed acts of treason

He made his choice

He thought they’d rejoice

His reaction hit like a cannon

He asked him to come back to the light

Everyone's futures would get to be bright

Crowley was hurt

Aziraphale never meant

He made a good choice …right?

[lickthecowhappy]

Limerick 4

In honour of trending on a Monday, accept this good omens limerick.

Aziraphale is an angel who’s wonderfully bitchy Crowley, a demon, is frequently twitchy both helplessly smitten through veneers hard-bitten they make my brain excessively kitschy

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[demontobee]

Good Omens Limericks - Day 1

There once lived an angel in Soho,

Who loved a good tune and hot cocoa.

Consider him quaint,

He wasn’t a saint

And fell for a demonic smokeshow.

[di-42]

Another limerick for this week's GOetry prompt, a garment.

Shattered Dream

That waistcoat the bookseller wore

Surrounding his tummy galore

I longed to unclasp it

On a bed of carpet

But the redhead returned with a roar.

[doonarose]

GOAD Writer's Guild presents: Give Me Jizz or Give Me Death - A Choose Your Own Jizz (CYOJ) Adventure

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARLOTOFUPDOG OMG!!!!!!!!

(yes, you should feel equal parts pleased and terrified, we wrote you choose your own jizz/graveyard/dark/ghost/crack/weird fic)

And yes, the rest of you can read it too!

Summary: It is a dark and porny night. Everything feels… spooky. And salty. Really, really salty. Tread lightly in this Choose Your Own Adventure fic, our Ineffables have the odds stacked against them as they step foot onto an island with danger around every corner. All they really want is to have a nice picnic… Well, maybe a bit more than that.

Enter if you dare.

TW: Although this is very much for fun (and yay happy birthday, we love you!), we have hit the big ones: major character deaths, graphic violence (and death), noncon. As well as disgusting jizz, ghosts and cameos by characters you perhaps would rather not see in ways you definitely don’t want to see them. Basically: dead dove, don’t eat. On steroids. But for fun.

A/N: Yes, so happy birthday u/harlotofupdog!!! And welcome to the second iteration of the @goodomensafterdark Choose Your Own Adventure style fic. This wasn’t meant to happen. We only had a week or so to whip up something quick and easy to celebrate our dear, dark, jizzy Harlot, and instead here we are with some of the most ghastly, gooey choices a reader will ever have to make.

The premise is simple, borrowing heavily from Harlot’s own very brilliant Good Omens fics, our story begins with Crowley and Aziraphale on a windswept island, out for an adventure and choosing to explore the lighthouse (of course), the graveyard (obviously), or a pub (the trifecta of Best Ever Fic Settings). Within each, our heroes could find their bliss or their very worst endings. How happily they end up depends entirely on your choices.

At the end of each chapter you will have to choose what happens next. Navigate by clicking the links, NOT by clicking ‘next chapter’.

Amazing thanks to u/wingsofopal and u/nosferatini for thinking this was at all a good idea to try to pull off in a week and for wrangling our exceptional writers, betas and cheerleaders!

Shout out to each and every author: u/adverbian, u/-cheeseplants-, u/blackjeans93, u/startledplatypus, u/FuzzyGoblinoid, u/depressedpenguin2, u/yes-its-unholy, u/Natyu0815, u/gaiaseyes, u/nosferatini, u/happynachohologram, u/wingsofopal, u/paperclip_ninja, u/badbitchbarenziah, u/blackjeans93, u/likeafuckingninja, u/sensiblesquirrels, u/she_makes_things, u/doonarose, u/dbacklot99, u/hakunahistata, u/zin_lynn and u/PurpleMoonPagan for the intro limerick.

I think we all found out some interesting things about ourselves and each other during this journey into the darkest, weirdest, jizziest corners of our brains! Many authors also helped beta each other’s work, as well as special shout-outs to u/pepper_bird, u/ghst_signal and u/tawnyowl95 for extra beta help!

Enormous shoutout to u/IneffableCrankShaft for that amazing cover art!!!! And also to u/likeafuckingninja for some extra special saucy art within the fic!

All of this spunky, gooey, frankly quite weird jizz is for u/harlotofupdog to celebrate their birthday!!! And as a little thank you for their lovely/soul-shattering fic!!

Excerpt:

“Well, this place feels…spooky.” Crowley’s words are whipped away in the wind as it lashes relentlessly through the grass. It howls past them, across the red sandstone cliffs and down to the docks they’ve left behind one trudging step at a time. There’s no turning back, not with rain threatening to pour forth from the evening skies at any moment. Not now that they’ve made it this far up the narrow path to the highest peak of the island, panting and heaving a picnic basket back and forth between them. How many books did the bastard pack, exactly? “WHAT?” Aziraphale calls out, and Crowley turns to face him, locks of his own hair flickering like flame across his vision. “I said, this whole place feels spooky .” “That’s why we’re here, my dear.” Aziraphale has properly caught up to him now, his cheeks pink and his pale curls hopelessly tousled. Crowley’s heart twists at the sight, beating faster. “WOT?” Crowley shouts back, attempting a grin. Aziraphale hands him back the picnic basket with a hearty shove and the makings of a smirk about his lips. “I thought you liked spooky! Big, spooky, um, fan, wasn’t it?”

Read the fic here! And don’t forget your amazing bingo card to play along as you go!

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Good Omens Poetry: #chillomenstober day 13

I'm a couple days late posting but here's a limerick for prompt 5: Tartan!

Dapper angel who has a keen eye Nobody wears clothes like this guy He is quite the fox Matching tartan socks With waistcoat and tartan bowtie!

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

In Secret

There once was a demon who proudly Motivated his plants quite loudly, Shouting “Grow Better!” Running a shredder For those not flourishing devoutly.

There also was his old neighbour downstairs, Knowing all about his secret affairs: After it turns dark In St. James’ Park Crowley plants the flops, because he cares.

@ineffablyruined Once again, thank you for another lovely prompt. Guess I'll never catch up completely, but I really needed to play around with my LEGO babies for my own mental health today. So, thank you for the excuse to do exactly that and finally finish my contribution for this prompt! 😉