#⟨ ⋅ * ✽ / ‹ imogen. › muse ! ⟩

[your-reference-here]

[Inspired by this art from @sangoundercover]

The first, early gray light of the coming sunrise spreads lazily across patchwork clouds. The streets of Rexxentrum below are dark, but a single burning candle in a cracked window offers a spot of color and warmth. Within the guest room where it sits, it offers its light to a peaceful scene of afterglow.

Laudna rests with her head and back against the pillows of the bed—leftover supports from before—with her eyes closed. Meanwhile, Imogen lounges on her side next to her, head cupped in her left hand while her right traces thoughtless patterns across Laudna's stomach and chest, eyes admiring the new purple light emanating from beneath her skin. There is a soft smile on both of their faces as they enjoy the companionable silence.

As Imogen's fingers trace up between Laudna's breasts, following the line of her new scar, she stops. There is a slight rise in the skin from another scar that she had entirely forgotten about for the past few hours.

"Oh."

Imogen's eyes and fingertips travel along the path of the once jagged scar with a muscle memory gained from other nights like this. She remembers the rough texture, the flashes of memory it would inflict, and the pang of guilt she'd have to push away and hide. The first time it hadn't worked; Laudna saw it. Imogen had taught herself to be better about it afterward at the risk of ruining the moment again.

That pang of guilt doesn't come now. The texture has changed. It's smoother now, with only the barest hints of roughness at its edges. A wound healed, still leaving a scar, but better this time. Imogen marvels at the weight of the metaphor behind the revelation.

"Everything alright?"

Imogen looks up to meet Laudna's curious eyes staring at her. She gives her a soft smile as she continues to draw her pointer finger down the line.

"Yeah...just admirin' your scar. It's beautiful."

Laudna looks down at it. "You think so?"

"I do," Imogen replies, reaching up to brush away some stray hair obstructing Laudna's view.

Laudna considers the scar for a moment, and then smiles contently. "I think I do too."

[aparticularbandit]

Also Laudna's fixation on being lied to and not lying hits differently after remembering that her first fight with Imogen was "You lied to me."

[sbrn10]

On a scale of pure comedy to heartbreak, Imogen realizing that she and her girlfriend were not alone despite all appearances to the contrary:

[lavender-temult]

Some more stray gods/cr redraw stuff because I am having so much fun with it :) here’s one of the 3 lyric changes I’m making, I’m ignoring how it breaks the syllable structure because it means I get to draw Imogen with red skin and glowy markings

[bobfloydsbabe]

Eccentric Professor Bob is horny on a good day, but on vacation? Absolute menace. He wakes up horny, cock hard and desperate for Imogen, but she’s not complaining. It’s slow and lazy, leaving her incoherent and boneless. She wears that skimpy bikini that drives him wild, and he just has to have a taste until she’s coming undone on his tongue and her back arches off the sun lounger. He’s whispering filth in her ear as they eat lunch at a local restaurant, and he fucks her in their pool, not caring if the neighbors can hear her scream his name. As they make dinner, she brushes past him to choose the wine, and he’s not sure how it happens, but he has her bent over the table, thrusting into her hard and deep. Dinner almost catches fire, so they go out to eat instead. Afterward, as they walk home, Imogen pulls him into a secluded alley, drops to her knees, and proceeds to give him the blowjob of his life. By the time they make it back to the house, he’s hard and ready again, but he takes his time then. He carefully undresses Imogen, groans at the sight of her special vacation lingerie, and enjoys every second of taking it off her, watching it fall to the ground. He spreads her out on the bed and worships every inch of her, paying attention to places he usually neglects until eventually she’s begging for his cock. He loves her needy noises and his name sounds like heaven on her lips. He has her clenching around his fingers first, withdrawing right as her orgasm is about to hit and she whines so loud he can’t help but grin. When he’s inside her, he pounds into her, telling her how beautiful she is, what a good girl she is, that she’s all his. She’s moaning and babbling, clawing at his back, and he’s never known love or sex like this. She cums twice, and he finishes inside her with a shout of her name. Afterward, he carries her to the bathroom and cleans her up, praises her, tells her how much he loves her. She hisses from sensitivity when he cleans between her legs, and he presses a soothing kiss to her forehead. Back in the bed, they lie naked in each other’s arms, tracing patterns across freckled skin. Eventually, Imogen drifts off to sleep. He watches her and wonders how on earth he got so lucky. Then she moves in her slumber, hiking her leg up so her knee grazes his cock, making him harden. He considers waking her up so they can go again, but decides to let her sleep and resorts to take care of it himself. He tries to be quiet, stifling moans and keeping his body as still as possible, and it really only takes a few minutes to spill into his hand. “You’ll be the death of me,” he whispers into her hair, but knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[imogen-rhitt]

[gccdstories]

Isaiah felt his back hit the wall, the station was coming undone. His forces wouldn't survive this.

Not if she was the general marshaling the other side. She didn't hesitate and a part of him burned with pride.

Good.

She held the blade to his throat, he swallowed staring at her. His magic raised to his skin, burning, screaming at him for him to use it.

He raised his hand, fingers curling around her hand. He could feel her pulse against his fingers.

It made his mouth go dry. He remembered that last night before the world had gone mad.

How she'd felt in his arms, how she'd looked under him. The way the candlelight had made her glowed like his own personal star.

Fates, how did it end like this?

"Go ahead. It's yours, anyway. Take it, you're the only one worthy of it anyway."

@siderealxmelody

Everything in her told her she should. Imogen pressed the blade harder against him, the muscles of her body feeling tense, tight. Like every part of her felt too coiled--

Isaiah's touch on her hand, the way his fingers felt as they rested there, as they guided the blade south...

Just do it.

Imogen told herself she should. She knew she should. Everyone else had told her, time and again, that she should. That the lines had been crossed, the sides chosen. There was no undoing it, no going back to what they might have been--if the choices had been different.

All those potential what ifs--none of them mattered anymore.

But everything seemed to zero in right on this moment, and while Imogen knew it'd take just a bit more pressure, just a bit more to push the blade into him--end it--

It can all be over, her inner voice whispered, as if it tried to urge her to do just that.

End it.

Imogen wanted to hate him--wished she could only feel utter hate towards Isaiah. It would definitely make this easier, would definitely keep the twisting, churning, tumultuous mess in her head from having her hesitate--

She never hesitated.

Never.

And yet--

❝ ... I should hate you now... ❞

[exandriaborn]

@featherstcnes asked: ❛[ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare.❜ // non-verbal angst prompts;; open

Imogen's eyes fluttered open, wide with terror, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She sat bolt upright, clutching the blankets to her chest as she blinked rapidly, trying to orient herself to her surroundings. The fading tendrils of the red storm still swirled behind her eyelids, and she could almost feel the crackle of arcane energy on her skin. If she focused enough, she could swear she heard Laudna murmuring something to her, rubbing slow circles on Imogen's back. The contact helped ground her in reality, the nightmare's grip loosening as she focused on the sensation of Laudna's slender fingers tracing patterns through the fabric of her nightshirt.

Though their traveling arrangement, no, their friendship was still in its infancy, Imogen had already come to know and appreciate the warmth and compassion that radiated from Laudna despite her outward appearance. This was not the first time she had held Imogen close, offering comfort and solace from the relentless grip of nightmares. The moon cast a soft glow through the window, illuminating their faces as they sat huddled together.

The human woman drew in a shuddering breath, exhaling slowly as she leaned into Laudna for just a moment. "It felt so real again," she whispered, her voice hoarse from sleep and fear. "The storm… the red lightning… could feel it calling to me, pulling me in, Laudna." Gradually, the tension began to drain from her muscles, and she felt herself relax. One would think the nightmares should lose their power over her, but apparently not. "I just wish I understood. Wish they would stop."

[seasinkarnadine]

Im 96% sure that if Imogen went over to the Other Side that Laudna would only consider it a betrayal if she was left behind. Because even though Bor'dor's betrayal was morally/ideally motivated, Laudna took it very personally. It wasn't that Bor'dor was Ruby Vanguard. It was that he lied to them, to the group, that he gained their trust and then violated said trust.

The ideals themselves don't matter much to Laudna. What does matter is loyalty to the people she's around and very specifically loyalty to Imogen. She'd follow Imogen anywhere.

[coreofgold]

@rainbowmuses for Prue

Imogen held the Staff of Dark Odyssey close as she walked. With this serial killer business and murders happening, they can't be too careful while walking home. She heard a noise and quickly gripped the staff, getting ready to defend when someone looking lost came up. "My word ! You scared me." They still didn't let their guard down, however. Imogen can't afford to lose her memories.

[proelio-procusi-a]

at   the   moment,   you   want   .   .   .

to realize

it's been hazy for a while, the fog only thickening. sometimes, it feels as though nothing has ever made sense. you're stuck, and often, you can't figure out yourself. you hope to understand yourself, but yourself feels out of reach, behind a locked door. maybe, this locked door has already been opened, and you've yet to process the contents. or maybe, you're still figuring out how to unlock it. perhaps the key is buried deep beneath the dirt of the earth, far in your skin, deep in your brain and your heart. surely, you can feel it if you try. don't whisk away this feeling, the need to realize. let yourself discover, let yourself come to a realization. it's a step forward, think of it as so. are you aware?

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[always-and-anyways]

idk if this is too meta but... do you ever think there's a part of Laura Bailey that has this character who is so drawn to Laudna and fights so hard for her because she's a little bit guilty that Laudna suffered because of Vex? Just like her characters from the past come clawing through in her subconscious?

[aparticularbandit]

SO THE FINAL HIGH STAKES IS UP TO THE WILLINGHAM BAILEYS?

They literally just said let the parents do the leading didn't they

[sbrn10]

Imogen Temult: I am the storm, baby.

☝️ This is Laura Bailey being hot af.

☝️ This is also Imogen Temult lying her teeth off because she feels threatened.

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 148/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Solas|Fen'Harel, Rogue Inquisitor, Varric Tethras, Cassandra Pentaghast, Vivienne (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Gereon Alexius, Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Blackwall (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Josephine Montilyet, Lace Harding, Cole (Dragon Age), Sky Watcher (Dragon Age), Wisdom (Dragon Age), Female Hawke (Dragon Age), Male Mahariel (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Ameridan (Dragon Age), Felassan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, not a self-insert, Non-Canon Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Diary/Journal, Alcohol, Swearing, Snark, Pining, Emotional Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Solas Being Solas (Dragon Age), Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Additional Characters to Be Added As They Show Up, NOW WITH VISUALS, Pro-Elf, Pro-Mage, Anti-Orlais Series: Part 1 of Wicked Things Summary:

Imogen McLean is glad she's played the series before. She's read the novels, she's flipped through the comics. She knows what's going to happen. She's got secrets to spill and canon to break. Now if she could just keep her hands off the Dread Wolf, this might all go a bit easier. Besides, he's got plans of his own. He's not the staying kind, and she knows better than to get attached.

You hear that, Thedas? She's not going to get attached. She's not.

 Beta'd by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked with **. Updates on (sporadic) Wednesdays.

*This fic now has embedded images. More will be added as I take/receive them. Most chapters have something in them, some have several. Screenshots were taken by me, any art is credited to its artist.*

Chapter 148 - In War, Victory, In Peace Vigilance

“Make for the rift!” she called out.  “It’s time to go.”

Before she could take the first steps, the ground shuddered and splintered apart.  The shockwave of the explosion had reached them.  Bull grabbed Dorian by the arm and dragged him bodily across a chasm that opened up between the mage’s feet.  Dignity abandoned, Dorian clung to him and let himself be carried off towards the tear back to the waking world.  

“Terisin, go!” Imogen urged.  “I’m right behind you.”

It was a struggle to keep their footing as the realm of the Nightmare collapsed without its presence.  Imogen stumbled and staggered, having to jump in places as the ground split apart right in front of her.  Terisin was still nimble enough to dodge the worst of it and she tried to follow in his wake, but she was lagging behind.  The thunder of paws made her risk a glance over her shoulder.  Solas was nearly upon her.

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[bobfloydsbabe]

"ask me to stop and I will" screams eccentric professor Bob and Imogene but that's just me (I do miss them)

IT DOES. I miss them too, so let's check in, shall we?

strictly 18+/minors dni.

"Ask me to stop and I will."

He doesn’t want to. He wants his hands to remain on her, feeling her smooth skin under his fingertip as her breath hitches, begging for more. Hands resting on his shoulders, her big doe eyes focus on him.

She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”

The corner of his mouth turns up as his fingers trail up her thighs and disappear under the hem of her skirt. He expects to find the edge of panties, but there’s no resistance. No extra fabric separating his hands from her ass. The discovery elicits a groan from deep in his throat, making him press himself harder against her, seeking friction for his achingly hard cock.

His voice is but a strained whisper. “Forget something?”

He peers down at her, finding her cheeks flushed and a look of innocence on her face, as if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing to him. She’s a minx, and she’s his.

“I don’t think so,” she mutters. His fingers wander from her plumb ass, now tracing patterns on the inside of her thighs, teetering on the edge of where he knows she wants him the most. She’s unable to stifle a needy whine.

“I think something’s missing.”

“Huh,” she mutters. She doesn’t sound as nonchalant as she tries to. Bob has her right where he wants her, but her next words let him know two can play this game. “Mind checking, Professor?”

She knows calling him that drives him wild, and it’s that word that has him throwing caution to the wind. His knuckle grazes her wet and inviting cunt, and they both know there’s no stopping now.

He has to have her. It’s life or death.

BYEEEE I MADE MYSELF HORNY WRITING THIS