#CAN I KISS YOU

[wrenegadepilot]

I’m not sure there’s a better way to start off this new art focused tumblr than with an Imodna piece.

So I’ll just say that this scene really got me when it came up, with those two.

Getting my digital art legs back. I love these chaos witches.

[dudesdykesanddungeons]

Can I kiss you?

Credit to @theartofashe on Instagram

[wiseenemyjellyfish]

"Can I kiss you?"

I have been thinking about why this threw me (in a good way). Imogen and Laudna have never confirmed their sexuality, nor do they need to. Their relationship has been beautiful, and it was easy to look at it from afar and see two characters deeply in love. Their actions and micro expressions told us a story of longing, pining, and deep connection. If these characters were male and female, we wouldn't doubt the romantic aspect to the connection, but because it was two women, we've almost been conditioned to be cautious.

So many times throughout pop culture, we have seen similar stories of two women, shown through a romantic lens for the sake of viewership, only to be gaslighted and told there were no romantic undertones. If the one gender was swapped in the dynamic, there would be no question about it. I am thinking about characters from Supergirl, Once Upon A Time etc.

The cast of CR do so well and we should give them more credit with creating intricate relationships, but it's hard to allow yourself to feel seen through a character, when in the past you've been shut down and told your views were never supported or valid. I think this just took me by surprise because at some point, you're never too sure if you're reading into things that you wouldn't if two characters were M/F.

Hats off to Laura Bailey and Marisha Ray because these characters are so important to so many. Representation matters.

Not sure if this makes sense but oh well.

[lesbarbie]

We did it y'all!

Edit: my girlfriend called it "the boner of the community" and I can't stop laughing 😂

[leet911]

Can I

It is night in Jrusar, and Imogen tells herself that this should be like any other night in the Windowed Wall.  Because they’ve done this so many times.  It shouldn’t be different.  Even if Ruidus is hanging fixed in the sky casting its red glow over the world, none of that is visible from their room, with the curtains drawn and the lone window facing the wrong direction anyway.

So she brushes her hair, pretends it's a normal night, and Laudna busies herself tucking in Pâté and Sashimi.  While Imogen arranges the sheets for sleeping, Laudna fills a flagon with water to leave on the nightstand, and that too, is exactly the same as always.

“Goodnight,” they say in unison, each with a faint half-smile for the other.  But when they put out the lights and climb into bed, Laudna leans over, kisses Imogen on the cheek, and that is different.

Before Imogen can react though, the room is dark, and Laudna is settling into her side of the bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders.  Imogen’s pulse pounds in her head as she slips into the sheets, fights the urge to slide even closer to Laudna than usual.  She hates feeling so needy.

The house is quiet, Zhudanna having long since retired, and Laudna’s slow breathing barely audible.  But each exhalation from Laudna still makes Imogen’s pulse more intense.

She doesn’t know how long she stays there, unmoving, counting Laudna’s breaths, thinking of covering Laudna’s mouth with her own (just like before), trying to figure out if Laudna is laying nearer or further than usual.  It’s not a particularly wide bed, and there’s no warmth seeping across the sheets, but Laudna’s never warm.

And Imogen thinks of moving, but she also doesn’t want to disturb Laudna’s sleep.  Laudna’s had a rough few days.  Laudna needs rest.  Even if Imogen wants nothing more than to roll over and kiss Laudna again (and again and again).

Just days ago, it felt like the world was ending.  And maybe the world still is ending, but it doesn’t feel so bad anymore.  Imogen’s heart is racing, but for entirely different reasons.  She lets out a long breath in an effort to calm herself, to no avail.

After an interminable wait, there’s a pause then in Laudna’s breathing, a lull in the slow rhythm, and Imogen finds herself turning to face the other woman.  It’s dark in the room, but faint light glints off Laudna’s open eyes, revealing inky pools of blackness.

Imogen shivers.  She never did quite get used to that.  “Laudna,” she whispers, “you awake?”

Dark eyes blink in the night.  “Yes, I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”  (Can I kiss you?)  But she doesn’t say that out loud.

Pause.  Laudna doesn’t respond for several seconds, and in the darkness, Imogen feels like her heart is bursting.   The question is on the tip of her tongue, and she wants to ask.  Even if part of her hates herself for needing this so much.  But if she’s honest with herself, she’s always needed this, even if she never let herself think it, never let herself consider asking before today.

“Imogen?”  When Laudna does speak, her voice is pitched high, unsure.

Imogen licks her lips.  “Yeah?”  (Can I kiss you?)

Another pause, longer this time, but Laudna’s breaths come in rapid succession during it.  Laudna’s head tilts, looking away at first, but then locking eyes with Imogen in the dark.  Imogen feels the gaze more than seeing it, as Laudna’s night vision is far superior.  But the words whispered by Laudna cut right into her.  “May I kiss you?”  The question is breathless and quiet, nervous and uncertain.

And Imogen melts.  “Please, I’ve never wanted anything more.”

She reaches out with a hand as Laudna presses closer, their fingers intertwining as their lips touch.  Imogen can’t stop the sound that comes from the back of her throat, the flaring of her nostrils, or the breath that rushes out of her.  Laudna’s lips are cool against hers.  Her hands too, if a little clammy, and the nails sharp when they grip Imogen just a little too tightly.

Laudna trembles, tries to pull away after one kiss, but Imogen follows her, kisses back, and Laudna gives in.  Laudna kisses her with determination, becoming firmer each time they touch, and when Imogen allows her tongue to poke out just a little, she’s met with Laudna’s long lithe one.  And it’s Imogen’s turn to shake.

“Is this ok?”  Imogen asks in between kisses, suddenly aware that she is the one leading here, even if Laudna started it.

But Laudna doesn’t answer.  Laudna covers Imogen’s mouth once more, runs her tongue down the length of Imogen’s and elicits a moan.  Laudna kisses from the corner of Imogen’s lips, across her cheek, and along the jawline, before finally stopping just under an ear.  Imogen is vibrating so much her fingers and toes feel numb.

Imogen buries her face in Laudna’s neck, kisses right where the pulse is, locks her in a crushing hug.  Laudna is alive.  And more importantly, Laudna makes Imogen feel more alive than anyone ever has.  As if on cue, a long tongue curls around an earlobe, and Laudna whispers into Imogen’s ear.  “You’re very capable.”

And Imogen promises herself she will never let go.

[pocketgalaxies]

CAN I.

CAN I? CAN I

CAN I

CAN I

CAN I..

CAN I

??

CAN I

CAN I KISS YOU?

[abitcaughtinthemiddle]

IMODNA!!!!

[musicinherhead]

The fact that there are already three Imodna fics up for THAT scene is amazing. I thank fanfic writers for their continuous service in this long battle of feels

[euesworld]

"Can I kiss you so softly that your eyelashes flutter like a butterfly, can I love you so softly that I have you wondering why? Can I look into your eyes and see the sky so softly that it has me thinking of stars so bright? Can I just love you? Can I love you softly?? Cause I love you something so awfully.."

I just really love you a lot and I'd love to love you softly - eUë

[justfanshp]

Nailart of the newly lovers

[mountainofschist]

The funniest thing to come out of tonight’s episode was my mom being absolutely flabbergasted by “Can I kiss you?”

She was fully like “they’re just gals being pals”

[i-think-therefore-i-fan]

I LOVE BEING WRONG

[joyeeuxe]

It's been two months plus but this official art of chongyue still had me in tight grip and a headlock

[lilium-dragomir]

[leet911]

Just realizing that I've used the phrase "can I kiss you?" in two of my previous Imogen/Laudna fics even before this latest episode. 🫣 Am I weak and predictable?

Four Times We Feared (~5k words, rated T)

Absence of Light (~4k words, rated E)

These were both written in the "Laudna is dead" era

[sliebman10]

Leather/Can I Kiss You

(Tonks/Fleur,  116 words, @sapphicmicrofics)

Dora shook her pink hair out as she took off the motorbike helmet and grinned at Fleur.

“Want to go for a ride, gorgeous?” she purred as her girlfriend stood there, dumbstruck. Her leather jacket hugged all of her curves and watching Dora walk toward her made Fleur want to do things to her. 

But first, this.

Dora stopped in front of her and took her hand. “What, you’re not used to your girlfriend being a badass bitch on a motorbike?” she teased.

Fleur recovered her voice, “Something like that.”

“Hop on, let’s go for a ride. I have to return it to Sirius by tonight.”

Fleur pulled her in close. “Can I kiss you first?”