#imogen temult fanfiction

[falcqns]

the sign on your heart said its still reserved for me

☼ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Gymnast!Laudna x Imogen Temult ☼ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Laudna is a gymnast, and has successfully made it to the Olympics. Imogen, ever a supportive girlfriend, is by her side, in the stands and in her mind. ☼ 𝒂/𝒏: this is my first time writing for Imodna, and Critical Role in general, so I hope I did Imogen and Laudna justice! based on The Alchemy by my motha, Taylor Swift!

Imogen sat in the stands, her eyes locked on one thing, and one thing only: Laudna.

She watched as Laudna chalked up her hands, preparing to compete her beam routine for the event finals of the 2024 Summer Olympics. Imogen could feel the electricity shimmering just under skin, more intense than usual, and her heart thudding in her chest. The entire competition, Laudna had been just a few points away from getting a medal, and every time her score went up, Imogen's heart broke a little more for her girlfriend. Laudna had talked to her so many times about how her biggest dream was to win a medal in the Olympics. She didn't care what medal it was, as long as she got to stand on that podium, she didn't care what place she came in.

The event finals were the last chance for Laudna to get on that podium. The image of Laudna crying in her arms the night before, terrified that she was going to let everyone down, that her dream wasn't going to come true, played over and over in her head as she watched the other athletes.

“You’ve always believed in me, and if I don’t get at least a bronze, it’ll mean... it’ll mean I let you down most of all. I don’t know what I’d do if you... if you weren’t proud of me anymore.”

In that moment, Imogen's heart had broken, unable to bear the thought of Laudna thinking that Imogen would be disappointed and feel let down if she didn't win a medal. Imogen had comforted her as best she could, repeating that no matter what happens, Laudna could never let her down. In a perfect world, those words would have soothed the no doubt intense anxiety that her girlfriend was feeling, but Imogen knew that realistically, Laudna had been feeling this way for a while, long enough for her to believe it with her whole being, and that there was little that Imogen could do to try and change that.

Laudna stepped up to the beam, rolling her shoulders, and taking a deep breath. As she squeezed her eyes shut, Imogen spoke to her, reminding her that she loved her, that she could do this, that she was going to win.

"You're my tether, Laudna. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to float away, but as long as you're there..." she thought, repeating the words she had spoken to Laudna multiple times when the other girl seemed to doubt if she was good enough, if Imogen loved her, if she was worthy of the love Imogen was giving her, something Imogen knew was the result of growing up with the Briarwoods, her former adoptive family. "I believe in you. I have always believed in you. You are strong, capable, talented and so many things. You can do this. Don't overthink it. Just go for it, don't hold back. Show the judges and the competition what you are made of."

She saw Laudna nod slightly, a sign she had heard what Imogen had spoke to her. Imogen watched with bated breath as Laudna saluted to the judges, and began her routine, mounting the beam with practiced ease.

Imogen barely blinked the entire 85 seconds of Laudna's beam routine, watching as she hit skill after skill perfectly, at least in her eyes. there was no wobbling, no stumbling, nothing. Just pure and utter determination and confidence that seemed to grow the longer the routine went on, and the more she hit every skill. Laudna's eyes flickered up to her briefly as she paused at the end of the beam, before turning to face the opposite end. the buzzer sounded, signifying that Laudna had only a short time left to prove herself. Laudna breathed deeply once more, and as she began her dismount, Imogen heard the faint "I love you," echoing in her mind as Laudna flipped down the beam, hit her last big skill, a full twisting layout, and landed on the mat, no wobble or step in sight.

Imogen was the first to stand up and clap, screaming out Laudna's name, pride seemingly exploding from her chest when he saw the smile on Laudna's face; a smile that told Imogen that she had successfully proven her mind wrong - she could do this, she could win a medal. Imogen wiped away a tear as she watched her girlfriend turn and salute to the judges again, and then walk off, the pride she was feeling for herself evident in every single step she took.

After what felt like an eternity, the judges had made a decision on her score, and Imogen sent her one last "I love you, I believe in you," seconds before Laudna's score was posted.

14.465. the highest Laudna had scored the entire competition. Imogen watched with tear filled eyes as Laudna desperately tried to keep it together, to not cry and jump around, no matter how much she wanted to.

Imogen wiped away a stray tear. She was so proud of Laudna. She knew she could do it, and a score this high meant that she qualified for a medal, and Imogen found herself selfishly hoping that it was gold, because Laudna deserved all the gold medals this world had to offer.

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Imogen only half watched the rest of the athletes. She had wanted to keep talking to Laudna, but the thoughts of the other spectators began to creep in a little too much, and Imogen ended up having to put her circlet back on, in order to preserve her own sanity. Today was about Laudna, and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that it remains that way.

The one thing that Imogen paid attention to, however, was the scores. Each score that went up just further solidified the fact that Laudna was going to win this; she was going to get the gold.

The final athlete walked off the stage, and Imogen's eyes never left the judges, as they conferred about the score. She watched as one of the judges handed the score off to someone, probably the person who posted them, and her eyes shifted from the judges table to the score board.

A few seconds later, Imogen jumped up again and screamed when the scores showed 13.342.

Laudna was in the lead, and the event was done, which meant she did it.

She had won.

Not just won, but she had won the gold medal, the one thing Laudna kept insisting would never happen in a million years. She managed to tear her eyes away from the scoreboard to look at her girlfriend, who was stood, chest heaving as she looked up at the score board in disbelief. Imogen watched as Laudna's eyes moved to hers, and Imogen reached up, ripping off the circlet, and speaking to her, managing to ignore the other voices creeping in.

"I told you you could do it, baby." She said, and watched as Laudna ran towards her. Imogen got as close to the cement barrier as she could, and opened her arms just in time to receive arm fulls of Laudna as she jumped up to her and wrapped her arms around her neck, the smell of Laudna, mixed with sweat and chalk consumed her.

Imogen buried her face into Laudna's neck, and let her own tears flow. "I am so fuckin' proud of you." she whispered. "I told you you'd win it, baby." she pulled away, and looked Imogen in the eyes. "You did it. You won!"

Laudna didn't speak, her face just crumpling into a happy sob, her tears flowing free. "I proved them wrong," Laudna whispered, and Imogen hugged her to her chest again.

"You did baby." She whispered. "You proved them wrong, showed them what you are made of. Everything they ever said to you was wrong, you are worthy of this. You proved yourself, proved your strength, and the judges saw that. You deserve this the most out of everyone. I am so, so proud of you." She pulled back once more, and pressed her lips to Laudna's. "Go get that medal, baby." She said, and Laudna nodded, giving her another kiss, and walking over to her coach.

Imogen cried as she watched Laudna's name be announced as the winner of the gold medal. She watched through her tears as Laudna walked up to the podium, and accepted the gold medal with the biggest smile on her face, the white streak in her black hair shining bright under the stadium lights.

She was a winner, not only in the eyes of the Olympic Committee, but in her eyes as well. She always had been, but this was the first time that she could see that Laudna was starting to believe everything that Imogen had ever told her; she was starting to believe that she was worthy of everything good this world had to offer to her, and Imogen suddenly couldn't wait to show her just how much of a winner she was later.

[lavendertheys]

Last year I wrote an Imodna Bake Off AU that turned into a really special autistic love story, and my partner commissioned a bound copy including art by some of my favorite people, and it's finally here!

Cover: @nolagranola Inside cover: @thewhalelord Also featured: @atlas-basil @willowpotatox

[paperglader]

it hit me again yesterday- literally as i was about to fall asleep- how stupidly cute it is that marisha as beau randomly burst out "i could be her beacon [that guides her home]" all awkward and earnest about jester, for then one campaign later, finally, laura as imogen come back to her with "you're my tether, laudna. sometimes i feel like i’m about to float away, but as long as you’re there" and i just think that's beautiful and another reminder of how in so many ways CR continues to be endless love letters from the cast to each other.

[clar-a-m]

Both of Laudna's biggest fans get in same room (Bouldering AU) - Inspired by Chalk It Up To Luck (In Brazil we say that if your ears are hot it means that someone's talking about you)

*Not actual scene from the fic

You can find more drawings for this AU here

[mintywolf]

Her unsteady glance about herself doesn’t catch on a blue damask evening gown, but everything is only a blur of unfocused shapes and bright colors. She draws in a stuttering gasp, and then another, as gradually her surroundings begin to resolve themselves into a bewilderingly comfortable living room and the oddest assortment of people she has ever seen. ... They all look worn and bone-weary, but alive with expectant joy. They are all staring at her intently. They are strangers. -- 33 years ago Matilda made a dying pact in the arms of her murderer. Now that pact lies sundered by a lightning strike, and her soul with it. Waking again in the arms of loving strangers who seem to regard her as family, she tries to put together the pieces of the life she can't remember and what she means to the people around her.

Remember Us, a story about memory (and its loss), fake marriage, real marriage, family, home, the passage of time, resurrection, and ears, is now complete!

(I never did manage to finish all the chapter illustrations I had planned to do but here are a few. Maybe more in the future!)

[artyapplebee]

Finally some imodna fanart !

inspired by bogfenwetland's wonderful fic Map on a wall on Ao3

[nightphlox]

Imogen can't keep sitting around chatting like this when Laudna is right there. She keeps revisiting that disbelieving, perfect moment right after the end of the ritual: when Laudna had looked up at her and with clumsy, fervent hope in her eyes told Imogen that Delilah wasn’t watching anymore. It had taken half a beat to sink in. And then they were kissing. - What comes later.

post–episode 103 smut is here! enjoy <3

[ratinayellowbandana]

Hound "baby boy" of Ill Omen for prompts!

first off, thank you for carrying this whole ship on your back. you are our strongest soldier and we appreciate you.

second, even more thanks for sending this my way! I hope this is something like what you had in mind!

if anyone else sees this and would like to toss a little prompt my way, feel free :)

wc: 934

cw: body horror…kind of? it’s just canonically what the good boy looks like

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Imogen loves Laudna. She does. Quite a lot, in fact.

Because it is a fact. 

It may as well be written in stone. In the stars. Recorded on one of those dusty scrolls in elegant script and stuck on a shelf in some stuffy library for the next bored student who may happen across it and learn of two witches who saved the world.

Laudna, it must be noted, is a woman of many quirks. 

And Imogen, it must be noted, adores her for them. 

They are just as much a part of Laudna as the angle of her nose, the brightness in her eyes. As are her projects, macabre and scrounged as they often are, and so Imogen adores them, too. 

(If it takes her a moment to come around, Laudna must never know. Each new creation, presented to Imogen with all the glee of a child in a sweets shop, will only ever be met with enthusiasm. Laudna, she knows, has spent too long squirreling away the odd parts of herself. Imogen is determined to recover them.)

“Come here, darling,” Laudna calls, and the flesh-and-bone creature that scared the everloving fuck out of Imogen the first time he burst from his maker’s chest trots happily to her side, tongue lolling from a fleshless snout. 

The hound twines between Laudna’s legs, and she lifts her skirts to allow him through. He leans heavily against the inside of her knee, and Laudna beams. She bends at the waist to wrap the creature in spindly arms. His back arches, and Imogen can hear the vertebrae curving, clacking, as Laudna scratches behind his one intact ear. The ichor-tipped remnant of a tail begins to wag, shaking them both with the force of it.

He spots Imogen several paces away, and his green eyes glow, peering at her curiously.

Laudna has stopped her scritches, and the hound tilts his big head. Laudna looks up, meets Imogen’s fond gaze, and her lips split into a wide grin.

“Go on,” she pats the creature’s sides encouragingly, “say hello if you like.”

The hellhound bounds forward, released from his command. 

Imogen recalls the day he learned his tricks.

Laudna had found Imogen lounging beneath a copse of trees one afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to sink, casting the forest in dappled shades of orange and gold. The festering hound loped diligently at her heels. His paws colored the leaf-strewn ground iridescent black in their wake. 

“Look!” Laudna had said, chest puffed. She turned to her newest creation and pointed one finger. “You’ve been so obedient all afternoon. I’ll see about giving you something from my collection if your other mom approves of your skills. I should have a deer leg that will suit you nicely.” She contemplated for a moment. “Ready?” 

The hound stretched into a bow, muscle snapping over exposed bone, yawned, and shook. Drops of blood and ichor spattered the clearing, but Imogen hardly noticed, too caught up in Laudna’s casual statement. 

She had said it nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just gifted Imogen something extraordinarily precious. As if Imogen’s senses hadn’t suddenly gone askew. As if she hadn’t just sent Imogen’s worldview slip-sliding into something new and dangerous and so welcome that it felt like a homecoming. Her mind spun until she was almost giddy with it. She wondered, then, how something said so simply could feel so significant. If Laudna understood what she had done. 

She had appointed Imogen the caretaker of a fragment of her soul. Of a creature that had been born of her, born from her. Crafted from the essence of her with whispered words and a desire to protect. 

“Imogen?” Laudna had said then, “Are you ready?”

And Imogen had glanced between Laudna and her hound, who sat on bleeding haunches and looked expectantly at his mother, and it was all she could do to swallow the creak in her throat.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

Now, as the hound nearly bowls her over, Imogen cannot find it within herself to be mad at him. Not even at the dark stains on her dress. They’ll come out with a prestidigitation or two. She knows from experience. 

She falls back in the grass and stares down twin emeralds. A broad tongue laps the side of her face, and she laughs, trying to dodge a cold, wet nose against her cheek. Her hands come up to cup the sides of his muzzle. 

“Hi, baby boy,” she coos. She rubs at his ears, and he presses harder into her palm, groaning loudly. She can feel the vibration in her chest.

Laudna scolds, “What have I said about knocking people over?” Her hands rest firmly on her hips. “Honestly, Imogen, you could at least discipline him. How will he learn?”

Imogen rolls her eyes, shrugs. “I’m the fun mom. He comes to me because he knows he can’t get away with anything when you’re around.”

Laudna huffs. “I’m sorry that I want our son to be civilized.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” The hound flops to the ground, sprawling over Imogen’s outstretched legs, and she lets out an oomph of surprise. “Are you going to join us down here?” 

Laudna sighs and settles beside Imogen, resting her head on Imogen’s shoulder. She runs her hands over the creature’s exposed belly, avoiding the biggest of the perpetually oozing wounds. His jaw unhinges happily. His tail thumps a steady rhythm against her shin.

Imogen presses a kiss to the top of Laudna’s head, and Laudna relaxes into her.

A soft smile spreads across Imogen’s lips.

[overnighttosunflowers]

Imogen held the book with both hands. She stared down at it, too shocked to even flip it back over and look at the cover again. The sounds around her may as well have faded to static. The only thing that existed was the coincidence in front of her. The night sky might have opened and deposited her in an ocean; it felt like she was glimpsing innumerable worlds of which she’d previously thought there was only one, now reeling dizzily away above her. It was them: the characters from her story. Their names were there, printed on the back cover of a book, a real book.

New 50s AU chapter is up! 💜🖤🐀🐴

[fearnesbells]

and in this way, the universe is shown | imodna | 5k+ | (1/7)

aaaahhhh!! i’ve been working on this odyssey au for like a year and now it’s here!! enjoy!!

updates MWF :)

ao3 link here

playlist link here

The sorcerer should not have survived, which means that the gods have their hands in this.

Again.

(If you recognize her, do her a favor and do not say her name aloud. Names have power.)

Imogen is a hero, sent by fate, who means no harm to the land or its inhabitants and only wants to get home to her love. Fearne, both the land and its inhabitant, finds her terribly fascinating. (An Odyssey AU. No knowledge of Homer's Odyssey required.)

[mehoymalloy]

Baser Instinct

(Critical Role; Imogen Temult/Otohan Thull)

Never expected to dip my toes into writing omegaverse, but as always, I will apparently do anything for these two.

Link in the title! Tags and opening lines under the cut!

Otohan has always savored the scent of fear.

Even before she presented as an alpha when she was a teenager, long before she could biologically place it, fear had always had a scent to Otohan.

It was the smell of a tiny temple burning. The redeeming fire of its own hearth fanned by a storm Otohan had called forth in her frenzied fear, until only ash and rubble were left.

It was the stench of her father’s charred remains. That scent had nestled itself into Otohan’s nostrils long after his death at the behest of red moon and the very curse he had sought to free his only child from.

It was the smell of her mother’s shawl. A spiced scent had clung to the cloth, keeping Otohan warm inside and out while draped over her shoulders during the long trek up through the mountains, until she was deposited on the steps of a grand temple in Sruwargas.

After Otohan had presented, the scent of fear became tangible. She could always place it by those she fought—those she bested when sparring under the strict tutelage of the temple, then those she slaughtered as a soldier and general throughout the war.

Fear was the sharp scent of her well-oiled blade singing as it slid from its scabbard. It was the heavy taste of iron in the air as fresh blood splattered across melting snow. It was the pungent smell of perspiration caught in the creases of sweaty palms as shaking hands dropped their swords beneath the might of her own.

In this moment, as Otohan stands strong in the middle of a dust storm, surrounded by carnage she herself has wrought, the scent of fear is a delicate thing. It comes in waves off the girl hovering in the air above Otohan, caressing her senses despite the overwhelming stench of the girl’s dead and dying friends all around them.

It is the smell of salt on the wind as tear tracks carve through dirt-stained cheeks beneath violet eyes glowing crimson with magic. It is the scent of blood-tinged spittle as the girl screams in agony at the ruin left in the wake of her foolish running.

It is the smell of ozone as lightning wreathes the girl’s frame and power wells within her, familiar to Otohan as all Ruidusborn are.

Lavender electricity crackles across the surface of the girl’s skin, tracing the markings that adorn her forearms and hands like conduits down to her fingertips—harnessed then sent arcing through the air directly toward Otohan.

Otohan catches the chain of lightning, wrapping it round her hand and giving a firm tug like one would the leash of an unruly dog.

The girl does not stumble as she falls, instead landing with astounding grace as her feet find solid ground. Otohan smiles at the acrid scent of her own bubbling flesh as she reaffirms her grip on the tether between them, applying steady, encouraging pressure. The girl’s anguish blossoms into anger as she strides forward with purpose, meeting Otohan’s smile with a silent snarl, teeth bared and strangely sharp.

She is so close.

[falcqns]

the sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me ll

☼ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Gymnast!Laudna x Imogen Temult ☼ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The next morning, Imogen goes onto social media and realizes just how loved Laudna is. ☼ 𝒂/𝒏: thank you for reading!!

Sunlight streamed into the dark hotel room through the crack in the curtains, casting beams of light over Imogen and Laudna, wrapped up in each others arms, tangled in the blankets. Imogen slowly blinked awake, squinting at the sunlight in her eyes, and turned her head towards Laudna, who was still peacefully sleeping.

Imogen just looked at her, admiring the way the sunlight danced across her pale cheeks, highlighting the occasional stray black hair and the dark of her smeared eyeliner and mascara from the night before, when Imogen showed her just how proud of her she was.

Imogen reached up and gently stroked Laudna's cheek as she slept. Laudna stirred slightly, but didn't wake, and Imogen leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She felt her phone vibrate beside her, and she rolled over to grab it. She pulled it off of the charger and the screen lit up. Imogen smiled at the photo of her and Laudna wrapped up in each others arms at Fearne and Ashton's place a few months ago, where they were celebrating Laudna making the Olympic team. Her smile then dropped when she saw all the notifications that were popping up on her phone. Most of them were from social media - mainly Instagram and TikTok - with the occasional text message popping up from family and friends.

Imogen clicked on one of the TikTok notifications, her brows furrowing. She had expected a lot of activity from social media after her gold medal win, but she was not expecting to see what she did when TikTok loaded. It was an edit, more specifically an edit of her and Laudna, set to The Alchemy by Taylor Swift. The smile on her grew as the edit began, and Imogen watched the clips of Laudna and herself.

The video starts with Laudna moving through her routine with practiced precision, the clips alternating between Laudna on the beam, and Imogen watching with bated breath in the stands.

'Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor...'

Laudna was standing at the end of the beam, breathing deep before beginning her dismount. Imogen could see the change in her micro expressions even clearer than the day before, as she heard Imogen's voice in her head, encouraging her moments before her last chance to prove herself.

The next clip was of Laudna's dismount. It was slowed down, showing clearly how she hit every single movement in it perfectly, small clouds of chalk bursting up from where her feet and hands touched the beam. She landed on the mat, a look of pure concentration on her pale features as she stuck the landing. A small breath of air escaped her in the millisecond between realizing she had stuck the landing, and her moving to salute the judges, before the clip changed again.

'Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league...'

A brief clip of Imogen standing and cheering for her after she nailed her routine was shown, before her reaction to Laudna realizing that she had won the gold medal, tears filling her eyes and chest heaving with sobs threatening to escape. It showed her pause for a moment before looking over at Imogen, and taking off running towards her, tears starting to make their way down her cheeks.

'Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me...'

Laudna jumped into Imogen's arms, and there was a clear shot of the relief on Imogen's face when her arms wrapped around her girlfriend, before her face crumpled, and she buried her face in Laudna's shoulder as she cried, and spoke nothing but love to her. Imogen had no idea she had even been crying during that moment. Seeing that moment, a moment that made them feel like they were the only two people in the stadium, being replayed and watched by thousands of people they didn't know made Imogen more emotional.

'Touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team...'

The next few clips were a montage of Imogen and Laudna hugging and kissing, whispering words that the rest of the world could decipher, and then Laudna standing on the podium, accepting the gold medal she had worked so hard for. Imogen teared up towards the end of the video, realizing just how many people had been loving and supporting her girlfriend from home the entire time.

'Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?'

Imogen wiped away the tear that fell as the video faded to black, the last clip showing herself cheering for her girlfriend.

She liked the post, a few of the comments tagging her. She then hit the repost button before locking her phone when she heard Laudna stirring in her sleep.

"Good morning, champion," she whispered, leaning down to kiss Laudna, who smiled into the kiss, her hand traveling up to Imogen's hair, gently tugging on it, much like she had the night before, when Imogen showed her just how much she loved her, over and over.

"Mmm," Laudna moaned breathlessly. "You're gonna spoil me." Imogen chuckled.

"Of course I'm gonna spoil you, baby." She whispered into Laudna's skin as she planted small kisses along her jawline, her left hand slowly pushing her backwards, her right tangled into her hair. "You won the gold medal."

Laudna giggled as her back hit the bed, and let out a contented sigh as she enjoyed feeling Imogen's lips trailing over her skin. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she heard Imogen begin to whisper into her collarbone, telling her how proud she was of her, how well she did yesterday, and how much the rest of the world loved her too.

"Wait," Laudna said, as she sat up slightly to look in Imogen's eyes squarely. "What? What do you mean the rest of the world loves me too?"

Imogen smirked, and sat up, removing her hand from Laudna's hair, and reached over the bed for her phone. She grabbed it, brought it back over to them and unlocked it. She held up her phone for Laudna, and together they watched the edit Imogen had been tagged in. Well, more specifically, Laudna watched the edit, and Imogen watched Laudna. She smiled and began to gently play with her hair as the tears that had welled up in Laudna's eyes previously, spilled over and ran down her cheeks, making tracks through the smudged eyeliner and mascara.

"They love you, Laud." Imogen whispered, as Laudna clicked on the comments and scrolled through them, seeing all the positive comments about Laudna, her performance, and their relationship. "They've loved you since the trials."

Laudna sniffed, and spoke, eyes still locked on the comments. "But then why did I only ever see the negative ones before? I never saw any comments like this; it was all comments about how I didn't deserve this, how I wasn't strong enough, how because of the way I was raised, I wasn't good enough to represent Tal'Dorei." she whispered.

"Because you interacted once, and the algorithm automatically thought that's what you wanted to see, so that's all that you could see. You didn't look for the good, so you didn't see the good." Imogen explained, and she rested her head on Imogen's shoulder. "Look at all these people who love you; who have been defending you since day one. You're so loved, baby. Not just by me, but by a lot of people."

They continued to scroll through the comments together, Imogen occasionally pointing out comments that stand out to her.

"Look at this one, 'Honestly, when she fell during her second event, my heart broke for her. But then I saw how she got up, and continued going as if nothing had happened, and that's when I truly saw her strength for the first time. She has been through so much in her life, but the way she carries herself during competitions shows what true champions are made of. That gold medal represents so much more than a victory in a competition - it represents her survival, her resilience, and her strength.'" Imogen read out.

"Wow," Laudna said shakily, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I didn't think anyone cared that much. Other than you, obviously."

Imogen put the phone down, wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, and rested her chin on Laudna's shoulder. "I know, baby. I know what the people who kept you alive for almost 18 years did to your confidence; to your self esteem. But, you will always have me, by your side, supporting you. You will never have to doubt my pride and love for you, even if it seems like the rest of the worlds against you, okay? I love you."

Laudna sniffled and laid her head against Imogen's. "I love you too. Thank you for being my tether."

"Thank you for being mine." Imogen replied.

[imperfectpaladin]

Imogen had always thought that if she ever met a vampire, the trick would be in not getting bitten. She seemed to have befriended the only vampire in Exandria who didn’t want to touch her. Laudna was going to die when the sun came up, and she still wouldn’t touch her.

[mommymilkersmac-n-cheese]

Can’t wait for the fics about the group actually noticing Ashton’s panic attack. Craving that sweet sweet Ashton angst hurt/comfort chronic pain oml.

[willowpotatox]

My ability to art has returned

Three of these are fanart for fics by @thebytchwitch (song of the damned) and @lespetitesmortsde (When the stars go out I want you holding my hand)

And one is just good ole’ Imogen

[mintywolf]

A Light on the Horizon - Chapter 3

Imogen knelt before the trunk pushed up under the window of her bedroom and set aside the cushions she had placed on top of it so she didn’t have to think of it as anything but a window seat. Dragging it a few inches from the wall, she lifted the lid, leaning away slightly from the mingled mustiness of cedar, camphor, old wool, and time. A bundle of brittle, yellowed letters lay on top, and she carefully set it aside before digging through the stack of folded clothing underneath. Work shirts and canvas trousers. A nightgown with sprigs of lavender embroidered on the collar. Handkerchiefs. Suspenders. A single pale yellow sundress. After some thought she took out some underthings and stockings, a linen shirt that had once been red but which time and laundering had rendered a dusty rose color, and a long skirt of grey wool. Upon contemplation of the skirt’s waist in comparison to Laudna’s, she selected a pair of suspenders, too.

Behind a folding screen on the other side of the room she could hear her humming to herself in the bathtub, her thoughts a watery burble of perfect contentment. From the accompaniment of splashing and squawking, she guessed Pâté was getting a bath, too. She put everything else back in the trunk and slid it back into place against the wall. Taking the bundle of clothes, she crossed the room and hung them on the screen that sectioned off the tub and sink from the rest of the room.

“Brought you some fresh clothes.”

“Oh! How kind of you.”

“Might be a bit big, but the height should be about right.”

She reflected that the freshness of them was dubious owing to their long sojourn in storage, but decided not to say anything. She could overhear no objection to them from Laudna’s thoughts, anyway, when she emerged dressed a few minutes later. The warmth of the bath had not lent any life to her complexion, but the stark colorlessness of her skin was strangely fetching against the faded red of the blouse. There was almost a translucency to her, like bone china, so that the net of fine purple veins in the back of her hand showed through her skin as she lifted it to hook her forefinger shyly on her lower lip. Noticing Imogen looking at her, she ducked her head and looked up at her through the damp strands of her hair hanging over her face like wet seaweed, winsome as a mermaid watching a sailor from behind a rock.

“You look — nice,” Imogen fumbled, to explain why she was still looking.

Laudna smiled. Her teeth were endearingly uneven, and her dark eyes had an aquatic bulbousness to them, like the eyes of a deep sea creature that had not seen sunlight in generations. The peculiarity of it just added to her charm. “This is a good skirt,” she replied, “It has pockets.”

“Aye,” agreed Pâté from the front pocket in which he was muffled, with just his hind feet and his tail visible. “proper cozy berth in ‘ere.”

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