#imogen answers

[personae-obscura]

“No, it’s bad, but I’m. Like. I’m fine. Just give me like, ten minutes.”

@twcfaces for Imogen!

Imogen simply raised an eyebrow and calmly set a timer.

"Water cooler to your right, biscuits in the tin on my desk, a plastic bucket of sensory items by the large bookshelf at the back of this office." Calm, detached, she gave him his options for the next ten minutes and continued with some other work for the time being.

@twcfaces

[this-daydream-is-dangerous]

hello mutual i haven’t interacted with outside of hitting you incessantly back on monday. soooo you like taylor swift, i like taylor swift…. friends?

omg hi!! thank you so much for the boops, you must've sent like 100 or something it was mad. and yesss we can be friends!

[awsok]

ep.65 / ep.98

[yashley]

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

Note that by fuckable I mean specifically who you think is the best lay

[undead-knick-knack]

Jester: Is it the dead woman?

Ashton: ........... no...

Me:

Ashton why was that such a long pause 😭👀😭👀 🖤💜

[ria-the-camel]

just a normal thing to ask to your good goat pal

[utilitycaster]

the revelation that the Ruidusborn are keys to Predathos's cage to wake it up...I know Ruidusborn are quite rare and only recently began increasing in number but like. this eldritch entity has been giving people Uncontrollable Psychic Migraine Nightmare Disorder for millennia to no avail because they couldn't even get to the moon until a month ago. Just tons of people living out their lives not knowing what was wrong with them because a fucking eldritch hunger monster was like well maybe someone will figure out how to make the space elevator in your lifetime, if not, enjoy knowing how everyone feels about you all the time without an ability to turn it off! what the fuck.

[hello-eeveev]

hey. hey.

future sending stone messages to Caleb might include Essek updates 👀

[jadequarze]

Laura playing as the raven queen (at least the fragmented part of her) is pretty hot

[pinkieroy]

Hey guys

[personae-obscura]

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? (For Imogen!)

Change something about myself? Whatever it was that had the police deciding I was a perfect candidate to help them solve a murder, things have been strange ever since.

But since I have no idea what that might be... it would be nice to be a little less frail looking. It's rather embarrassing getting knocked off balance by a strong gale.

[this-daydream-is-dangerous]

🍾🪿 (new year’s goose)

the goose is back!!! 🍾🪿i hope you and the goose have a wonderful new year's eve/day!!

[pstelwitchcraft]

I swear to God Imogen is so Down Bad. People will be having vaguely romance related conversations with her and she'll just be over there having Laudna Thoughts

Like what the hell was that with Deanna?? "It's hard not to want to be the center of that much focused attention, you know?" "Yeah... I know."

Half of the ship is not even present and I'm STILL losing my damn mind over here.

[distant--shadow]

I got you

[bobfloydsbabe]

Helena! I'm so excited for blurb night! And because you predicted correctly, I'm gonna lead with a request for historical EPB x Immy + "my soul just wants to be closer to yours." I'm imagining it in my mind's eye and I'm yearning, I swear. 🥰

Hope this helps flex your writing muscles!

Rebecca, this prompt is so damn good for these two. Not only are we yearning in this, but we are also in pain because Victorian Era society is so restrictive. I hate this for our favorite lady and her beloved professor. Enjoy!

BLURB NIGHT MASTERLIST

The scent of roses hits her nostrils as a night breeze blows through the garden and she hugs herself tighter, trying to stay warm. Her toes grow cold as the dew-covered grass wet her thin slippers, but she ignores for the sake of fresh air and her sanity. Anything to get out of that stifling house and her looming engagement.

When her father told her the duke had asked for her hand, she’d excused herself and wept in her room for nearly an hour. She should have been thrilled, excited even. But she’s not. The duke is not and never will be him.

“Lady Imogen.” She knows that voice, deep and gravely, sending a chill down her spine that has nothing to do with the chilly August night.

Imogen peers left and finds the Professor Floyd standing a few short paces away, keeping a respectful distance lest someone should see them and gossip. “Professor,” she greets with a tight smile. She’s still an Earl’s daughter. Soon, she will be a duchess.

“Are you alright, my lady?”

She hates the formality. Hates that this is all they can ever be, bound to dance around each other. The wall of society stands between them, but the fondness she sees in his eyes and the aching affection in hers is not enough. They can never be together.

“No,” she whispers and turns toward him, the hem of her dressing gown collecting dew from the grass. “No, I am not.” Her voice is stronger, more self-assured this time.

“My lady.” His voice is so gentle she hardly hears him. In a few long strides, he’s standing in front of her with his mussed hair from trying and failing to fall asleep. She longs to reach up and brush the stray curl away from his forehead.

Instead, she squares her shoulders and remembers the lessons her governess taught her as a child. “Leave me be, Professor,” she mutters. She can’t look him in the eyes knowing this will break both their hearts because he may not have uttered the words, but they both know them to be true.

“I can’t.” His ungloved hands cup her cold cheeks and she leans into his soft touch, savoring the moment of his skin on hers.

Raising her own hands, they cover his and remove them. “You must,” she pleads.

She tries to let him go, but he keeps hold of her hands. “I can’t,” he repeats, words more forceful than before. “I can’t, Imogen,” he insists. “My soul just wants to be closer to yours. I don’t think I could stop it even if I wanted to.”

Tears prickle behind her eyes. “Robert, please.” She longs to give in, to get lost in him and the firm grip he still has on her hands. But she can’t, so she pulls away from his warm touch and steps out of his embrace. Her next words will haunt both of them.

“The duke asked for my hand.”

Time stops. They’re frozen, eyes locked. Two hearts breaking on a cold and clear night.

i'll see myself out 🫡