Good Omens (by Terry Pratchett and that other guy)
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Still trying to catch up on some long overdue prompts that have been living rent-free in my brain for ages, especially this one!
When I first saw the prompt "Garden" I immediately wanted to do something "South Downs Cottage Happily Ever After"-ly, as one does.
Then @noxnightingales shared this little gemstone of an idea:
I could see aziraphale as a bee keeper and crowley out in his garden. both bees and plants need each other, just like a and c. I can envision it, but I can't illustrate.
Yes, I could totally envision it, too:
Aziraphale would enjoy some proper beekeeping with all the human bells and whistles, e.g. the suit, a funny hat, a smoker and whatever else some apiculturist books would tell him. "Oh, may I obtain another license, please?"
*excited wiggling*
Meanwhile, Crowley surely would complain about all of it, right?
"Angel, you don't need any of this; just get some bloody bees and tell them to make honey or something!" And just to be contrary, he'd totally refuse to wear any protective gear, but mess around with the bees, probably having some very confused bees doing funny tricks.
*secretly loving Aziraphale's excitement and making sure no bee would ever dare to sting either of them*
Bonus: You can totally see Aziraphale's color inspiration for his beehives, right? And Crowley will indulge his angel with all the flowers in his favorite color, like the smitten demon he is.
So yeah... that's my interpretation of this prompt for you! I'll spare you the frustrating details about creating the most elaborate garden diorama, apple tree and all, just to ultimately scrap it all, because just focusing on our ineffable husbands and their animal friends worked so much better!
@ineffablyruined Thank you for this lovely prompt. Good Omens and gardens go well together! I'll never catch up on all the prompts, but I'm happy to work on them, whenever time permits. 😊
@ineffablepretzel: Here are your promised bees! 🐝
@phoen1xr0se: You're probably really busy atm, but you asked to be tagged, so I hope this can make you smile in these hard times! 🤗
Angelus, daemonium
Inimici ab origine
Fatum vinculum
Etiam Deus non potest dissolvere
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Angel, demon
Hereditary enemies
A bond of destiny
Not even God can dissolve
My extremely late contribution to week 12 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined is a stained glass window featuring our favorite (un)holy beings. Well, not just my contribution, since that beautiful Latin poem was written by the wonderful @snognes. Thank you so much, you literal angel on earth, I'm forever in your debt 🥰
In terms of references, I used a real-life window, from the real-life location where they shot the 1941 church scene! More info a bit later, just click on Keep reading 😇😈
Tag lists (let me know if you wanna be added!)
Art: @snognes @good-omens-gallery
Reference image
Thanks to this post by @fuckyeahgoodomens, I found out that the 1941 church scene was filmed in the St. Saviour's Anglican Church in Claremont, Cape Town, South Africa. Lucky for us, they have a website with a gallery page, which includes many of their beautiful stained glass windows, including this one:
PS: I actually did go through the trouble of drawing all the intricate stonework around the glass panes; in fact, that’s the very first thing I did! But honestly, I’ve been working on this piece for so long that at this point I just wanted to get it over with and didn't feel like doing all that additional color and shading work... so black void it is lol.
I might revisit this at a later date and perhaps do a little gif or something of like, the sun shining through in different way over the course of a day...
For the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon, run by @ineffablyruined Week 23 - Garden 🌳
When I saw the prompt ´Garden´, I originally wanted to draw something funny, but in light of ´recent´ events - regarding a certain writer… well… I guess it kind of ended up reflecting my mood... sorry..
I read the 'need to get 6000 years of pent-up energy out of my system' somewhere here on tumblr. Can't remember where., but I just had to do something with it. So here it is. If you recognize, I owe you my thanks.
I got a decent level of interest in this, so we're going to do it!! Welcome to week one of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon!
Week One:
Eye Contact.
Is it between the Ineffable Duo? Muriel and a duck? Actual eyes touching? If you can think it, you can create it!
The Rules Are Simple:
Every Friday until the Season 3 premiere, I'll post a prompt.
You will have a week to write, draw, paper craft, record, completely scrap and start from the beginning after a crisis of confidence (oh, is that just me?), and post your interpretation of the prompt
Tag your post #IneffablePromptAThon, #IneffablePAT #Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon, and/or #IPAT. Make sure to use them on Tumblr, X, IG, and AO3 so everyone can easily find your works!
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Add your contribution to the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon collection on AO3 for this week. Link is below!
Look for the next prompt. Rinse. Repeat.
HAVE FUN!
This is meant to be zero stress. If you can't do a week, that's completely fine! Prompt not working for you? Skip it. Going to be late? No worries at all!
It is just meant to be a fun outlet to get your creative juices flowing and keep the fandom well-fed with copious amounts of fic and fun until our Ineffable Duo makes their return to our screens (whenever that may be).
There is no length requirement, no rating requirement, no timeline requirement. It can be canon-compliant, AU, crossover, whatever tickles your fancy, as long as it's Good Omens related and incorporates the prompt. It's all Tickety-Boo!
If you want to be tagged in the posts, let me know and I'll do my best to accommodate.
Link to this week's sub-collection:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt: Eye contact
(Hard not to make eye contact when your entire body is covered in eyes- even under your wings.)
Ineffable Prompt-a-thon Repository | Main Poetry List
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.
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.
✩ a poem for Tumblr Five Words Friday poetry prompt by @whickberstreetwriters and Tumblr Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon (@ineffablyruined)
╰➤ the words: trial, sonorous, soft, reverie, lunar
╰➤ IPAT topic: stranger
The sonorous beat of my heart,
So pervasive it broke my reverie
Of how neatly you're taking me apart,
Almost feels like a treachery.
I should be aware of the danger
As you slowly orbit closer to me,
I've never experienced anything stranger,
Yet I give myself to you willingly.
It's a trial for my self-preservation
When you lean in with your soft, red lips,
My starry eyes widen in revelation;
You veil me in darkness like a lunar eclipse.
