#Imogen cardulo

[highladyofterrasen7]

Violet: your shirt looks great, Garrick

Garrick: thanks viole-

Violet: I think it would look even better on Imogen’s floor

Imogen: are you hitting on Garrick… for me?

Violet: well someone has to

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 46. Coffee Talk

Summary: Just some cute Dahlia and Garrick post RSC Land Nav. A/N: Another bonus post because you guys are ridiculous with the follows this year. Enjoy! Black Dahlia Masterlist | Masterlist | Links | Tumblr Community

I shiver as something ghosts over my shoulder, rousing me from my sleep. I go to roll over to see what’s the cause of it, but my answer is given to me when a large arm drapes itself over my hip, pulling me back against a warm and hard chest.

I relax in their arms as the familiar scent of Garrick washes over me. “Maybe I need to get kidnapped more often.” I joke, Garrick’s arm tightening on me as he holds me against him.

”I’d rather you didn’t.” He grumbles against my shoulder before pressing another kiss to my bare shoulder. “Had me in a fucking panic till I realised you’re squad and Bodhi were all gone. Fucking RSC.”

I roll in his arms, finally getting a look at Garrick whose eyes soften as they meet mine. I note the slight shadows under his eyes, he looks exhausted. Though wouldn’t surprise me if he’d gotten very little sleep. It had only been a few weeks, but it hadn’t taken me long to notice how quickly and soundly Garrick slept when I was around. Especially when he’d just started staying in my room or taking me to his every night. Anytime I'd tried to kick him out or leave he'd practically manhandled me back to bed.

”I was fine. We got out mostly unscathed.” I tell him with a shrug, which has him narrowing his eyes at me.

”You nearly didn’t though. Want to explain that one?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, his body tensing up.

Shit. Of course he would have heard about that somehow. He probably ran into Bodhi or Imogen last night before coming to my room.

”I had it under control.” I explain.

”Then why did Proth and Cath have to burn that infantry cadet if you had it under control?” Garrick’s eyes narrowing at me as he questions me.

”Because sometimes violence isn’t always the answer. Didn’t exactly want my head on a silver platter because I killed an infantry cadet.” I tell him as I lower my eyes to his chest, raising my fingers to trace over the relic on his arm.

Garrick’s body relaxes under my touch, feeling the anger leave him as he raises his hand to cup my cheek. “He wasn’t just some infantry cadet though. Was he?”

My body goes rigid, something I know Garrick notices as I look up at him, seeing the questioning look in Garrick’s eyes. “How much did he tell you?”

It’s already clear it’s Bodhi he’s talked to based off his comment. Imogen hadn’t been close enough to hear most of the conversation, only coming in at the end to comment about not needing me to be like Dain.

”Just mentioned there was more to the incident and I should ask you.” He admits as his eyes search mine. At least Bodhi had kept his word in regards to letting me tell Garrick the story.

I nod slowly at him before pushing my self upright, leaning back against the headboard as Garrick moves to sit in front of me, giving me his full attention as I wrap my arms around my legs as I hold them to my chest. Garrick doesn’t blink an eye as I tell him the same story I told Bodhi, just sitting and listening as I get it all out. But I can feel the anger practically rolling off him in waves. I know how much he's holding back as his hands ball into fists. Telling Bodhi was somehow easier than telling Garrick. Bodhi had be a constant friend by my side all year. He'd seen right through any wall I'd put up. It was like Bodhi already knew me better than I knew myself. But opening myself up to Garrick was mildly terrifying. As if sensing my nerves he reaches out and clasps my hand in his as I finish my story.

”So you’ve been shunned since then, for something you didn’t even do? Your own father and brother?” Garrick asks me after a few moments of silence.

I give him a tight lipped smile and nod. “It took me years to realise no matter what I did to show I was sorry, to show that I would do anything to take back accepting that dare, that he would never accept me as his daughter again. Not even my own grandfather could convince him. And once he was taken care of, I had no one.”

”What do you mean taken care of?” Garrick asks, sitting up fully as if what I’ve said has peaked his interest.

”All I know is my father sent him and his squad out to an outpost. One nowhere near enemy activity that suddenly got over run. No survivors except for one dragon. Everyone else gone. They say it was Gryphon fliers, but…” I furrow my brow. What did I think happened? It was clear it wasn’t Gryphon’s. But we had no other enemies. No other kingdoms that could have travelled that far and caused that much damage for us to not be on high alert. And the only ones that could were fairy tales. Not real.

”But what?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. Something just doesn’t add up. Everytime I ask I get yelled at for meddling where it’s not needed. And Proth is vague on the details when I ask him.”

“What do you mean Proth won’t tell you?” Garrick probes as his hand tightens on mine.

”Proth was there.” I tell him. “Proth was the dragon that survied. My grandfathers dragon.”

For a split second I swear I see Garrick’s eyes widen before he catches himself. Almost as if the news of who my dragon belonged to interested him. He was probably just shocked to learn Proth had been part of my life long before I came here and bonded him. It was extremely rare for dragons to know their riders prior. Even rarer for them to bond within the same family. Something that seemed to concern leadership whenever the detail came up.

”Seems he’s your guardian angel.” Garrick jokes, slipping back into his usual joking tone as he pushes off the bed. “Now let’s go get you some food. You’re probably starving after RSC and I’m not being around you if you haven’t had coffee in your system.”

I roll my eyes at him before taking the hand he offers me as he pulls me from my bed. He wasn’t wrong. We’d had limited food while out on land nav, and I was in desperate need of a coffee. Bodhi had taken the brunt of my early morning anger on our second day of land nav when I didn’t have coffee. Imogen had pissed herself laughing when I’d snapped at him over a stupid comment he’d made.

It seems we’re the last to get to the dining hall, most of it starting to empty out already. Being a Sunday most people got in and out quickly to take advantage of a free day if we got it. It just so happened today was one of those days. Bodhi waves us over to a table that has most of our squad minus our first years, plus Imogen and Quinn who seemed to have joined them.

”About time you two joined us.” Imogen notes with a smile and wiggling her eyebrows at me, causing Quinn to snicker at her comment.

”Sorry, someone was worrying about where I’d been for the last two days.” I tell her as Garrick mumbles something behind me as we take our seats with everyone, Garrick pulling me into his side as he rests his arm around me. Possessive asshole.

Bodhi looks between us confused before shaking his head and standing as he grabs his mug and an empty one from the middle of the table. “Right. Anyway I’ll be back. How do you like it Dahlia?”

”Oh you know depends on my mood.” I start, playing along with Imogen’s implied comment even though I know what Bodhi is actually asking. “Sometimes just plain sex is fine, but sometimes you gotta mix it up with some choking or being tied up.”

Bodhi looks between Garrick and I in shock, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. The rest of the table bursts into laughter, Kai nearly spitting his drink across the table, and Imogen looking like I’ve given her the best moment of her life as she smiles at me.

”You’re coffee Dahlia. I was asking about your coffee. I did not need to know what you and Garrick get up to in your room!” He exclaims, sending everyone into a fit of laughter.

”Oh we haven’t got there yet, but now I have some ideas for later. Thanks Durran.” Garrick quips as he reaches across and takes the apple sitting on Bodhi’s plate, smirking up at him before Bodhi walks off to get more coffee.

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[mysterylilycheeta]

Rhiannon: Don't you just hate men sometimes? They can be so useless! Imogen: Right? They're terrible! Jesinia: *signs* 100% Violet: Definitely. Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi, Ridoc, Sawyer, and Dain: Liam: Violet: Not you Liam, you're perfect! The other girls: Honestly, he is! The boys: Wh-

[nicenotkind]

I need them so much on the next book

I know this is a sad moment but my romantic, slutty little heart is just bursting, because what do you mean-

Don’t click if you haven’t read the whole book:

I mean i am sad and i cried but honestly, he is exhausted and he picks both of them up. I’m very sorry Quinn, but that is hot

[she-whatshername]

Xaden, Violet, Garrick and Bodhi sitting at the kitchen table in Riorson House

Bodhi: is Imogen okay?

Violet: she said she’s fine…what?

Bodhi and Garrick exchanging looks

Xaden: When Imogen says she’s fine she’s really not.

Garrick: Yeah, every “I’m fine” she says in a row is a clear indication of how not fine she is

Violet: …oh

Garrick: Violet, how many times did Imogen say she’s fine?

Violet:

Bodhi: Violet?

Violet:…eight

Xaden and Bodhi in unison: FUCK

Garrick: I’ll get Chradh to warn Glane. Bodhi you find that revenge list Imogen wrote during first year and you lock those cadets in a room and ward it. Xaden, call The Assembly. I’ll take her to the sparring mats. This is a code pink everyone, we knew this day was coming - Bodhi stop crying we need a united front

[beatrix33]

book four of the empyrean series is going to be multi pov mark my words

[siobhanbooks]

dare you to move

happy (late) birthday to my wondeful internet mom @essjaywrites - you deserve all the love, here's your gift now on tumblr

and here's the image for the scene towards the end (iykyk)

[violencelittlething]

Call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team

Oh no my hand slipped and I wrote this which was supposed to be a funny little modern au drabble that turned into 3k words! Oops!

Sports mom Sloane you will ALWAYS be famous to me.

AO3

If you requested to be tagged i'm including you right here :)

@violent-little-thing @wonderstruckbyyou @bookishbroadwaybish @shadowofthoughts @court-of-secrets @essjaywrites @jurassicworldisbetter

[stupidlybookish]

First half of Iron Flame summarised:

Violet: Xaden isn’t in love with me.

Rhiannon: Yes he is.

Imogen: Yes he is.

Bodhi: Yes he is.

Ridoc: Yes he is.

Tairn: Yes he is.

Xaden: YES I AM.

[theseinfernalangels]

Random Headcanons (1)

Liam was also good at drawing and had a keen eye for detail even before he manifested farsight.

Speaking of farsight, he manifested it because his greatest desire was to be able to see Sloane and keep an eye on her.

In turn, Sloane is a siphon because she wishes she could imbue Liam back to life.

Sawyer has three sisters — he’s either the oldest or the second-born (which has NOTHING to do with a project I’m working on).

Ridoc gets his humor from his dad, and it’s equally terrible, if not worse.

Also, Ridoc has a big, fat crush on Brennan but won’t say anything because of Vi. 

Dain is the type of guy who reminds teachers to collect homework and all of his classmates hate him for it.

Rhiannon turns out to be a total neat freak and when she gets her own office (bc she WILL be a Wingleader) everything will be so organized, it even scares Vi.

Imogen, even if she likes to present masc most of the time, really loves jewelry and has a collection from before the Apostasy — including her 23rd birthday gift from Quinn, which was a pair of matching necklaces. After Quinn dies, she takes the necklace and keeps it in a little wooden container.

For more context ⬆️ I have a Tyrrish culture headcanon where 23 is the year girls become women in spirit.

Bodhi does the little koala thing when he sleeps where he latches onto whoever is next to him. If you try and move, I’m sorry — you’re stuck until he says otherwise.

Every member of the Iron Squad has some form of ADHD. This is canon and I will not be listening to criticism.

Brennan used to pick on Mira until Lilith taught her how to punch stuff. After that, the roles  were reversed and Brennan became Mira’s living punching bag.

[sanavanaila]

ONYX STORM SPOILER ⚠️‼️

Why is no one talking abt Imogen!!!???

She is def going to have a bigger plot in book 4 becs of that ending.

Also her being a rock/ earth bender is a cool second signet.

Better yet why is nobody talking abt chapter 63 in general??

Like Tracila Cardulo was def talking to Lilith and that would def sting a lil.

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

The Empyrean as tumblr posts:

Xaden Riorson

Violet Sorrengail

Imogen Cardulo

Ridoc Gamlyn

Rhiannon Matthias

Bonus: Tairn

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

[meisnothere]

Shattered Wings, Burning Hearts

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62185708/chapters/165526000

Prologue:

To say life had been anything but pleasant would be an understatement.

Life had been a wheel—spinning forward, relentless, predictable. And then it stopped. Not with grace or warning, but with a crash so violent it shattered everything Isla knew. The worst part? She wasn't sure she could get it turning again.

She wasn't sure she even wanted to.

All she could do now was move forward. Even if that meant stumbling like a chicken with its head cut off, held together by instinct alone.

Isla Sorrengail.

That was her name now—her curse, her truth, her mask. She'd discovered its meaning during one of many sleepless nights, half-researching and half-spiraling: "someone who escaped death."

Fitting, really.

Because Isla had escaped death so many times, she'd stopped counting.

She'd been taken through the Veil when she was just a year old.

No memory of Navarre. No memory of the name "Sorrengail."

She was raised in a world far removed from this one—one of sirens, shadows, towering buildings, and masked vigilantes. A city where survival was earned and weakness didn't last.

And she had been happy there.

She had brothers—Dick, Jason, Damian—and sisters—Stephanie, Cassandra.

And above all of them, there was him.

The man who raised her to be better. Smarter. Stronger.

He never gave her softness, but he gave her something deeper: purpose.

And she had loved him.

She had loved all of them.

Eighteen months ago, a war came—not the political one from history books, but the one that took her family. That reduced her home to ruins and her name to ashes. And when the smoke cleared, there was nothing left to keep her there.

So she looked deeper. Past the veil. Past what she knew.

And she found them.

The Sorrengails.

Her biological mother? General Lilith Sorrengail, one of Navarre's most feared military leaders.

Her father? Asher. Dead—heart failure.

Her brother? Brennan, fallen six years ago in the war with Tyrrendor.

And two sisters: Mira, commanding and poised; and Violet, the older twin by five minutes.

They weren't cruel.

But they weren't hers.

And Lilith?

Lilith had seen her once—once—before issuing orders like she was just another soldier on the chessboard.

"You'll be at Basgiath War College. With your sister. Start preparing."

No welcome. No connection.

No motherhood.

Isla didn't argue. Didn't ask why.

Because after everything, what was left to fight for?

She spent the first four months exploring the provinces of Navarre —Morraine, Tyrrendor, Luceras, Calldyr, De Aconshire, and Elsum. Studying the world she was born into but had never known. Trying to understand the kingdom her blood came from.

And now... now she stood at the base of the cliff, looking up at a college carved from stone and blood.

Basgiath War College.

Where Riders are forged—or killed.

Where dragons choose the worthy and the weak die trying.

Where strength isn't praised—it's expected.

Navarre itself felt like a kingdom frozen in time.

Candles instead of lights. Horses instead of airships.

Tradition wrapped in cold metal and ritual.

But there was her family.

And family made it worth staying.

No matter how left out she might feel.

Mira had been kind. Kind enough. But distant. They hadn't clicked.

Violet had tried harder. Earnest and sharp. Always checking in during her own training, trying to be a sister Isla could reach.

Isla appreciated it. She really did.

But it didn't change the truth.

She didn't feel like a daughter.

Didn't feel like a sister.

Didn't feel like anything, really.

Felt like she didn't know anything. 

Except this:

She knew how to fight.

She didn't belong in the world she came from.

And she didn't belong here, either.

But she could survive here.

Because fighting was the only thing that ever made sense.

And if Basgiath demanded blood to earn her place—

Isla Sorrengail would bleed.

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Hi!! What do u think of the story so far! I hope you enjoy!

[aprill-99]

Xaden: “Okay everyone, safety briefing for this weekend.”

Xaden *to Ridoc and Bodhi*: “Do not add to the population.”

Xaden *to Imogen*: “Do not subtract from the population.”

Xaden *to Rhiannon, Sawyer, and Garrick in order*: “Do not end up in the newspaper, the hospital, or in jail.”

Xaden *to Violet*: “If you do end up in jail, establish dominance quickly.”

[mysterylilycheeta]

Violet: Xaden is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do? Imogen: Punch him in the stomach and then when he doubles over, kiss him Ridoc: Tackle him Rhiannon: Dump him Xaden: NO TO ALL OF THOSE! TELL ME TO LEAN DOWN OR JUST LOOK AT ME AND I'LL KISS YOU, DAMNIT.

[the-libraryghost]

Fourth Wing spam

Cat: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Violet: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Garrick: Fucking Imogen and Bodhi were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

While the Squad is in a battle Imogen, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! Garrick: Take it back now y'all!

Cat: I hate you! Violet: Wow! So much in common already!

Ridoc: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Imogen, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Cat: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

Dain: Get on my level! Imogen: Unfortunately, to "get on your level" I'd need a boat trip to the Mariana Trench and a pair of cinderblock shoes.

Sloane: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.