Ineffable Sonnets
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Sonnet 29, Remembered by WiblyWobly_TimeyWimey for beardo
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
25 Nov 2024
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This fic was inspired by the ever-talented beardo, who made me laugh with glee when he rewrote Sonnet 18 for his ineffable duo to include a Möbius band. Happy Birthday beardo, you delightful bastard!
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Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy a lovely morning at their cottage. Aziraphale reads poetry and Crowley corrects one of Shakespeare's finer sonnets.
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- Part 1 of Ineffable Sonnets
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Sonnet 20: I am Smitten by WiblyWobly_TimeyWimey for CountryMare
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Sonnets - Shakespeare
27 Dec 2024
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Some days, Aziraphale just needs to write a poem to tell Crowley how much he adores him, however he may appear. Inspired by Shakespeare's Sonnet 20, and my wonderful friends in the trans community.
Happy Birthday Mare!!!
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- Part 2 of Ineffable Sonnets
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Ineffable Sonnets by WiblyWobly_TimeyWimey
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
26 Jul 2025
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After the apocalypses that didn't happen, and love that has been confessed and confirmed, eternity has settled into a quiet life in a South Downs cottage, where a demon and an angel occasionally write sonnets for each other. Sometimes they are sweet, and sometimes they are saucy, but they are always filled with love.
What started as a one-shot birthday gift is quickly turning into a series of Shakespearean Sonnets rewritten by our Ineffable duo. This will be mostly stand-alone, short chapters each with a sonnet and glimpse into the every day life in the South Downs Cottage.
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Sometimes, even when he doesn't realize it, Crowley has a Bad Day. Sometimes the weight of all he's been through sits heavy on his wings and in his heart. And on those days, Aziraphale is there with a hug and a poem.Excerpt:
“Grow. Bettah!”
Aziraphale looked up from the croissant dough he was meticulously folding on the cool, kitchen countertop. Outside the window he spotted Crowley stalking through their herb garden, scowling at errant rosemary and spotted thyme. He brandished his gardening shears at the transgressive plants, pruning the offending leaves and pulling up stray offshoots.Series
- Part 3 of Ineffable Sonnets
