#oc insp: Imogen Kol

[imogenkol]

— THE ROGUE INQUISITOR

to start off the year, I got myself this incredible commission of Imogen from @sashthesloth and I could not be more happy with it!!! I’ve been staring at all of the details that Sash captured in each outfit and it has brought Imogen to life in a way I’ve been dying to see for ages. I cannot thank you enough for your amazing work on this piece and being so lovely to work with! I can’t wait to have the opportunity to commission you again!

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[imogenkol]

— I COULD LOVE YOU

“Imogen Kol knew nothing of love... except that she did. She did know how to love, she had been loving this woman all along.” [ x ]

I was able to snag another commission from the incredibly wonderful and talented @felrija and cannot express how much I adore this piece! I’m once again blown away by the amount of detail, how they’re clinging to each other, how it perfectly captures the moment Imogen fully gives in 😭 I cannot thank you enough for another gorgeous piece of art 💕💕💕

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[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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I physically cannot stop myself from writing about them even though I planned to take a break until s2 so here’s a lil bit of angst (warning for panic attack/ptsd)

For as cold as her hands always were, Bix found it refreshing when Imogen reached up and cupped her face. It felt like a splash of cool water that awakened her senses, which would have been jarring if not for the gentle fade into a comforting warmth that immediately followed and settled in her chest.

Imogen tenderly ran a thumb along the line of her jaw, curving around the shape of her chin and coming to rest on the other side so that she delicately held the mechanic’s jaw in one hand while the other pulled her in closer by her waist. Bix felt a flutter and leaned into the touch, shutting her eyes.

That was a mistake.

As soon as she did, she felt Imogen tighten her grip ever so slightly. Not enough pressure to be assertive—certainly not enough to hurt at all, but without any warning Bix saw a flash of Dedra Meero’s face. For the first time in months, she felt the ISB supervisor’s unyielding grip on her jaw, forcing her head up when Bix lacked the strength to meet her gaze as she interrogated her.

In an instant, the temperature in Bix’s body dropped. Her hands went numb. Her ears rang. The world lurched. Overwhelming panic caused her to flinch away from her lover and she instinctively shoved Imogen back because she could not bear any contact for a second longer.

“No!” Bix said in a voice so shrill that it hardly sounded like her own.

Imogen took a step towards her as she retreated, but Bix held a hand up and stammered before the bounty hunter got a word out.

“Don’t—don’t touch me, I—“ Bix struggled to form her thoughts as her heart thundered against her ribcage like it was trying to break free. Even through the abrupt hysteria, she saw the deeply concerned look on Imogen’s face and felt a flush of remorse on top of it all. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s not you, I just…”

“You should take a seat,” Imogen calmly suggested. “Breathe.”

Bix shook her hands in an effort to regain some feeling in them and took measured breaths that trembled in and out of her lungs. She did not want to sit. Or perhaps she did, but her body wouldn’t let her. Honestly, she didn’t know what she wanted or what she needed other than this feeling to stop.

Bix shut her eyes again and saw Doctor Gorst’s sickening smile.

The unrelenting wave crashed into her once more, threatening to knock Bix off her feet no matter what she thought she did or didn’t want. The mechanic groaned and began to pace in a small circle, mumbling a quiet mantra to herself as she fought against the tears constricting her throat and welling in her eyes. “I’m okay. I’m okay, I’m okay…”

Imogen stood still and patiently waited in silence for the moment to pass. Bix was grateful. As much as she wanted to be enveloped by her embrace or hear her voice, everything felt too paralyzing.

When the edges of her vision went black, Bix somehow found her way to the edge of a chair and fell into it. The metal legs scraped and squeaked against the floor, but she barely registered any other sound besides her own heartbeat. Bix focused on it, on the acute sensation of blood racing through her veins. She marked the path from her heart to the tips of her fingers until there was a tingle in her now clammy palms.

Gradually, her breaths grew steady and she felt cool. Not the uncomfortable coldness that felt like she plunged into a frozen lake, but the same kind of relaxed chill that came from her lover’s touch and grounded her. After another minute of breathing — or two or three, she couldn’t quite tell how much time passed — Bix felt her emotions level out into a much more stable state, allowing her muscles to finally release their relentless tension.

“Okay.” Bix nodded and released a sigh until every last bit of air had been pushed out of her lungs. Then she sat back in the chair and inhaled deeply, nodding again. “Okay.”

“Would you like me to leave?” Imogen asked.

Her lover’s voice snapped Bix back into focus. She glanced over and noted that Imogen remained a dutiful statue, not approaching nor making any sudden movements. The woman still wore a worried frown, gray eyes bright with anticipation as she waited for an order.

“No.”

“Do you need me to leave?”

The distinction was an important one, Bix realized, so she took a moment to think about it. Ultimately, as the storm passed, Bix felt empty – deprived, and found herself craving contact as if she were dying of thirst and being presented with a crystal clear river that flowed only for her.

Bix extended her hand and Imogen accepted the wordless invitation back into her space. However, even standing before her, the bounty hunter made no effort to reinitiate touch. Bix smiled warmly as she realized Imogen was following her lead.

With a hand that still had a slight tremble, Bix reached out and wrapped her fingers around Imogen’s wrist. Their eyes remained locked as Bix placed her lover’s palm on her flushed cheek and tilted her head into it until Imogen caressed her. To test herself, the mechanic closed her eyes. Her jaw tightened almost immediately as she felt the threat of panic trickle back in, but she focused on the soft brush of a familiar thumb against her skin. Reminded herself who it belonged to.

“You are safe,” Imogen murmured in a soothing tone as she continued to stroke her cheek.

Bix wanted to believe her more than anything. Maybe one day she would.

[imogenkol]

Cris, you always know how to take a concept I give you and turn it into something so much better than what I pictured in my head!! I am obsessed with this!!! The atmosphere, the LIGHTING, their expressions, the details (like Imogen’s lightsaber !!!!) I can and have stared at this for ages. I cannot thank you enough and you’re always such a pleasure to work with!!!

A commission for a dear friend @nightbloodbix with such an amazing concept! It was some of the most fun I'd had with lighting in a long while!

[ID: Illustration of an OC named Imogen leaning over Bix Caleen from Andor while holding out a red lightsaber that illuminates both their faces. Imogen is almost kissing Bix's neck, while Bix has a blissful expression on her face. The background is of some dark buildings with a sliver of red sky illuminating the surroundings. End ID]

[imogenkol]

— FRACTURES

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[imogenkol]

“Are you a Jedi? Or are you a Sith?” “I am neither.”

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[imogenkol]

— IF I HAD A HEART

I had the pleasure of commissioning @seancefemme to do this magnificent piece as a birthday gift to myself and I am absolutely blown away!!! In my growing insanity while waiting for s2, I’ve been obsessing over these two as a proper rebel battle couple and this came out better than I could have imagined! The colors and the lighting are just brilliant and their expressions are ready for anything together. I cannot thank you enough! If you get the chance, I highly recommend commissioning her!

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[imogenkol]

— WIP SAPPHIC SATURDAY

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I’ve been extra insane lately thinking that Bix and Imogen may very likely get a peaceful farming era at the beginning of s2 before more worse horrors hit sooooo

Imogen leaned against the doorway, early morning sun reflecting in her gray eyes like it would on the surface of water, making them appear more like a cold blue as she intently surveyed the farmers dispersing into the miles and miles of golden grassland.

Bix noted her attire: a black and dark red vest, a thin long-sleeved black shirt underneath and hair meticulously pinned back. In the warmth of the system’s sun, Imogen had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows and unfastened her collar to expose her neck and upper chest. It was far more skin than anyone aside from Bix had seen in a long time, and the mechanic found herself shamelessly drinking in the sight.

“You look good,” she commented as her eyes did a sweep.

Imogen directed her striking gaze over to her in the way that made Bix feel like the center of the galaxy, and gave a knowing smirk. “I am pleased you noticed.”

As if I ever don’t, Bix thought with a scoff and shook her head, though she couldn’t stop herself from imitating the same smile. “So are you going to join us?” she asked, motioning to the others.

“As I do every day,” the bounty hunter replied matter-of-factly.

“What about, I don’t know, finally contributing to the work?”

Imogen raised a brow as she crossed her arms. “Do I look like a farmer to you?”

“When you’re out there doing nothing you look like a freeloader,” Bix replied.

There was that scowl. Bix’s grin grew wider.

“And how many of these farmers are capable of fending off the Empire, should they make an unwelcome visit?” Imogen fired back. “They should be grateful for my presence.”

“Come on,” Bix urged, attempting to coax the other woman with a playful nudge of her boot. “I like seeing you break a sweat.”

The remark actually caused Imogen to pause and consider the suggestion, but after a moment, the smug upturn at the corner of her mouth returned with a mischievous hum.

“Why should I exert myself doing such menial tasks when there are far more…” she reached out and tugged Bix in closer by her work vest, “enjoyable methods that yield the same results?”

The mechanic allowed her body to sway into her lover’s, pleased to find that Imogen was indeed capable of retaining some heat for a change. Warmth seeped into Bix’s palms as she ran her hands up Imogen’s bare forearms, coming to rest on her shoulders at the same time Imogen gripped her waist. The two women eyed each other’s lips hungrily. A light flutter came to life in Bix’s chest, one she savored for an extra moment while she fiddled with the fabric of the bounty hunter’s shirt, pulling her loose collar open a little more.

Just when the fantasy of trailing her mouth along her collarbone became nearly too tempting to ignore, Bix took her bottom lip in between her teeth and pulled back. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

[imogenkol]

— MUSIC MONDAY/WIP WHATEVER DAY

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You try to push me out

But I just find my way back in

Violet, blue, green, red to keep me out

I win

There's things I wanna say to you

But I'll just let you live

Like if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did

There's things I wanna talk about

But better not to give

POV: your gf has to leave for like a week and you both have separation anxiety

Imogen sat on the edge of the bed as she carefully and quietly put her boots on in near darkness. She tightened the straps around her calves when she felt a shift on the bed followed by a familiar sleep-heavy voice.

“Making your escape before the sun rises? That takes me back,” Bix rasped.

A soft amused exhale pushed out of Imogen’s lungs as the corner of her mouth twitched up briefly. “I thought it may be easier this way,” she said, pushing herself up onto her feet and resisting the urge to glance back.

“Easier for who?”

Without acknowledging the question, Imogen reached for her coat. Already, she missed the warmth of her lover. Already, she longed for the feeling of the mechanic’s arms around her waist, pulling her in closer and resting her lips on the back of Imogen’s shoulder. The bounty hunter’s resolve faltered. Perhaps she should just crawl back into bed, wait for the rays of light to bathe the room in a soft morning glow before she made her leave.

But that urge was a slippery slope. If Imogen could do that, what would stop her from justifying further procrastination? Why not join the mechanic for breakfast, then? Why not postpone her mission a day? A week? No. It had to be this way. A goodbye would only make leaving her lover’s side far more difficult than it needed to be.

Then Bix rose and said “Come here.”

A gentle beckon from her mechanic’s lips was never an urge Imogen had the strength to resist, however.

Obediently, she padded over and Bix wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Imogen went rigid, causing Bix to hold her tighter, bringing their bodies together as she buried her face in the crook of her neck. After a moment, Imogen’s muscles eased and she fell into the embrace, wrapping her arms around Bix’s waist and swaying against her as she released a heavy sigh that made her melt into her lover even more.

They stayed like that for a long minute and Imogen took it all in — Bix’s heat, her scent, the way her hands gradually curled into desperate fists against her shoulders — and she loved all of it. Imogen held onto a current with an ebb and flow so strong through the Force that she knew no matter the distance between them she would always feel it — feel her.

As they slowly parted, Imogen took Bix’s face in her hands and placed a kiss to her forehead that the mechanic leaned into with her own exhale of longing. “I will return to you soon,” Imogen promised as she pulled back and gently pressed her forehead to where she had lain her kiss.

“I know,” Bix replied with certainty and nuzzled her.

Perhaps goodbyes were not so dreadful after all.

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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their chokehold on me is tightening the closer we get to s2 and the definitely fake marriage for cover when needed is making me deranged sooo

“Before I forget.” Imogen reached into one of her coat pockets and pulled out a small black leather pouch. “Here,” she said casually as she placed it in Bix’s hand. 

“What is this?” the mechanic questioned as she opened it. 

The bounty hunter kept her gaze on the contents of the pouch, her posture stiff, but she explained in a conversational tone. “Should the need to claim me as your wife ever arise again, I figured it may be beneficial to ensure your role appears convincing.”  

To her surprise, a ring fell out and directly into Bix’s palm. The first thing she noticed was a stark contrast between the black metal on the outside of the band and the polished electrum on the inside. The design was simple and elegant — practical without being flashy — exactly according to Bix’s taste. Then she noticed a thin inlaid strip that wrapped around the middle of the band. A shallow well had been carved along the ring and filled with some sort of organic material, Bix guessed. Either dust or dirt or ash, she couldn’t quite tell, but it was sealed with a hard transparent material that would protect it from everyday use without dulling the clarity. With it came a thin chain necklace, should Bix choose to wear it around her neck instead of on her finger.

The ring was beautiful, and something about it felt familiar, but Bix had no clue what to make of the gift — if it could even be called that. “Where did you get this?” 

Imogen shrugged. “From materials I had on hand. For the most part.”

Her gaze was finally torn away from the ring to stare at the other woman blankly for a beat as she put two and two together. “You made it?” 

“Don’t sound so shocked, darling,” Imogen said with a slightly tense smirk. “I have constructed lightsabers, a ring is quite simple in comparison.” 

At the mention of it, Bix’s eyes were drawn to the weapon Imogen always kept on her belt whenever it wasn’t in her hand. “Wait…” Bix started thoughtfully. She reached over and grabbed the hilt, pulling it free — Imogen didn’t so much as blink at the invasion of personal space, but then again, Bix had gotten away with worse violations — then began to compare the material to the ring and noting that the metals were identical.

“I managed to cut off just enough for a band without compromising the hilt’s structure,” Imogen said, again maintaining a casual tone.  

That’s when Bix realized this was not some tool to use as a disguise or excuse when needed. If that were its sole purpose, Imogen would have purchased a simple band from a convenient jeweler as an afterthought. This ring was far more than an afterthought. In fact, a lot of thought had gone into it, more than she believed Imogen to be capable of. Bix found herself moved to know she had taken the time to not only make the band by hand, but to risk her own lightsaber — her own heart, she had once described it as — to create a piece of herself to give to her lover. 

“And the… what is this?” Bix absentmindedly handed the saber back to Imogen and held the ring more preciously in both hands, lifting it up for a closer look. “Dirt? Dust?”

“A little piece of home.” 

Another realization hit that caused Bix to fall in love with Imogen all over again. How had she not known as soon as she saw it? The russet hue of the dirt was unmistakable now that Imogen had revealed its origin. 

Bix pulled the band to her lips and closed her eyes as if she were about to say a quiet prayer over it. Holding this ring was the closest to Ferrix — to home — that she had been in a long time. Perhaps the closest to it she will ever be again. And Imogen just assured that Ferrix would always be with her. Not just in her heart, but as a real tactile thing that she could see and touch. It meant the whole galaxy to her. 

“How?” Bix asked hoarsely as a stray tear raced down her cheek. She cleared the aching lump in her throat and quickly wiped it away. 

“I have plenty of experience with keeping my presence on Ferrix unseen, as you well know.” Her posture straightened a bit as she sighed and folded her hands behind her back. “It was a brief visit.” 

Bix stared at her, taking in the beauty of her features. Everything from Imogen’s sharp jawline to the shape of her lips, the angle of her nose, her piercing gray eyes. Everything Bix adored. Everything she loved. Bix could tell by the way her jaw twitched that Imogen sensed her shameless observation, but she still kept her eyes fixed on everything but her. It hadn’t dawned on Bix until then, but she concluded that Imogen was nervous, further cementing the gesture of this gift. All that Imogen missed was a question. A question Bix didn’t need to hear explicitly to answer. 

“Yes,” Bix said as if she were simply agreeing to a dinner suggestion.

Imogen’s sly grin softened and she finally focused on the shimmering dark eyes of her lover, but she still raised an inquisitive brow. “I don’t recall asking any questions.”

The mechanic smiled back at her knowingly and shrugged. “The answer is still yes.”

[imogenkol]

— MUSIC/WIP DAY

Currently feral over this cover for Imogen x Bix

Darling, we both know

That the nights are mainly made for

Saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe l'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

and for the WIP I’ve been plotting out more of a s2 arc I’ve had planned for Imogen when Luthen decides it’s time to take her off the chess board because she’s too unpredictable. Bix takes it upon herself with Cassian’s help to find Imogen and make sure she survived.

Frantically, Bix burst through the medcenter with Cassian on her heels and headed straight for the first desk she saw. A blue-skinned Pantoran nurse looked up and opened his mouth to greet their arrival, but the mechanic cut him off.

“I’m looking for a human woman who was involved in a possible crash, she would have been admitted two or three days ago.”

He sat straighter and his golden eyes studied them both suspiciously. “And are you immediate family?”

“Can you just tell me if she’s here or not?” Bix pressed impatiently. “Pale skin, brown hair, early thirties–”

“We can only disclose information on our patients to immediate family, miss.”

“She’s my wife, is that good enough for you?”

Bix practically felt the air beside her shift where Cassian stood. The ease with which she declared Imogen to be her wife would have surprised her as well if she had the time to consider the words that came out of her mouth, but she was desperate at that point. Bix would have said anything just to know if Imogen were alive. At the back of her mind, though, she realized she didn’t exactly hate the way it sounded.

“Very well,” the nurse said and raised his datapad. “And this man here? Is he family?”

“He’s my brother,” Bix answered curtly.

The tension only increased as Cassian turned away, no doubt to hide his appalled expression and stifle a scoff. The uncomfortable silence dragged on as the Pantoran leisurely tapped away on his datapad, having less than a fraction of the urgency bursting through Bix’s chest. 

“It seems we do have an unidentified human woman under our care that fits your description. If you would kindly follow me, I will take you to her,” the nurse said.

His emphasis on kindly forced Bix to keep her more unruly emotions in check with the staff from there on. She feared they may turn her away before she could even set eyes on Imogen if her impatience pushed them too far.

As they travelled through the sterile hallways, bypassing nurses and doctors and patients of all species, Cassian sidled up beside her and leaned in to whisper “Brother?” as if the word were the most offensive thing she could ever possibly call him.

Under different circumstances, Bix would have found it amusing how much that bothered him. 

“Only immediate family,” she replied under her breath. What was she supposed to say? She doubted that ex-boyfriend she could never seem to shake would make the cut. And Cassian certainly would never pass as Imogen’s brother, either. “You’re welcome to wait outside.”  

He begrudgingly continued on without further protest. 

They were led to a secluded room where a medical droid busied itself with maintaining the various apparatuses keeping Imogen alive. The scene shocked Bix down to her core. 

Imogen was black and blue and bandages covered the more grizzly injuries, but she saw the surface level cuts that marred her exposed skin from shrapnel. A few areas were burned, but luckily nowhere near the charred flesh Bix feared she would see. Once they confirmed the identity of his patient, Bix heard the nurse inform her that Imogen had just returned from a bacta treatment the previous night and directed the medical droid to fill them in on the rest of the diagnosis so that he could return to his post.

Each notable injury that the medical droid listed with its monotone, robotic voice caused nausea to twist in Bix’s gut and creep up her throat. Broken leg, ribs and vertebrae. Collapsed lung. Substantial blood loss. Head trauma. And an induced coma that they could not definitively say she would wake up from despite the promising response her body had to treatment.

Bix gripped the edge of the bed that Imogen lay in to steady herself as she stared at her lover’s bruised face and the tube feeding oxygen directly into her damaged lungs. Bix had never seen the bounty hunter look anything less than pristine. Imogen would hate to be perceived the way she is now, Bix knew. But she couldn’t look away – couldn’t stop the sickness from reaching her thoughts and whispering that the woman she loved may never wake up.

After the droid rolled out of the room, silence fell on them. 

“This is his doing, you know,” Bix said with barely contained venom. Not that she ever fully trusted Luthen or was shocked, but rage replaced the desperation in her veins.

“What do you want me to say?” Cassian asked impatiently. He knew who was responsible, too. There were no doubts, it had Luthen written all over it. “That I can’t believe he would do something like this? That she doesn’t deserve it?” 

Bix shut her eyes tightly until she was able to swallow the lump in her throat. “I can’t lose her.” 

“Have you considered you might be better off?”

For a moment, her rage became directed at Cassian. She wanted to turn around and strike him right across the face as hard as she could for suggesting such a thing — for his lack of empathy in what Imogen meant to her. 

“I’m not stupid,” she snapped. “I know what she is, Cass.”

“I never thought you didn’t. I just don’t understand it.”

“And I don’t know how else to explain it to you. I can barely justify it to myself. She just…” Bix trailed off, still staring at the injured unconscious woman before them with an unbearable ache in her chest. “She sees me.”

“I see you.”

“No, you don’t,” Bix said bitterly. Then she took a deep breath and shook her head. The last thing she needed was to get into a screaming match with Cassian over this. Her energy was limited and Imogen would be more vulnerable than ever. Bix needed to keep her senses sharp and focused. And perhaps Cassian didn’t deserve the full brunt of her ire. Not for what happened to Imogen, at least. “There was a time I really thought you did. Well, I wanted to believe you did.” 

“How can you say that?” He moved in closer to her and she flinched away, causing his steps to falter. “The moment I arrived on Ferrix, I saw you. I saw only you.”

“You noticed me,” Bix corrected with a forced calm. “But you didn’t see me, not really. Not like she does. I had no clue just how alone I was until she came along.” 

“That’s ridiculous.” 

“Is it?”

Bix finally turned to face him. All of her anger seemed to fade when she saw the hurt confusion on his face. For all of his faults, Cassian truly did not understand, and she couldn’t fully blame him for that. She couldn’t forgive him, either. She didn’t want to. But it was too exhausting to keep blaming him for something beyond his comprehension. Especially when her efforts were better spent on what mattered most to her now.

“You’ve always been liquid, Cassian. Just when I thought that maybe I had you — really had you, you’d wash away again. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, you’ve always had your own crusade and that’s fine. But Imogen is…” as if pulled by an unseen perpetual cord, Bix found her gaze drawn towards her lover again, “solid ground, as crazy as that sounds. With her, I feel steady for the first time in my life. Without her, it’s like I’m free-falling.” 

Cassian threw a thoughtful look over at the broken bounty hunter on the medical bed as well. After a long moment, he finally pursed his lips with a resigned nod. “I hope you don’t land too hard, then,” he said quietly.

“Don’t tell Luthen. I’m sure if he doesn’t already know she’s alive, he will soon, but he doesn’t need help finding out.”

“I can’t promise anything,” Cassian said, stepping away.

“You know,” Bix said as he brushed past her, “if your roles were reversed, she’d protect you.” 

That stopped him short and he spun on his heel just enough to fix her with possibly the most exasperated expression he ever had, which was saying something. 

Bix rolled her eyes — nearly feeling the urge to scoff at the admitted absurdity of her statement — but set her hands on her hips and conceded. “I’d have to ask very, very nicely. But she’d do it.” 

“Are you going to ask me very nicely?” Cassian said with a slight influx in his tone and a knowing smirk. His dark eyes twinkled with that look he used to give her when they were teenagers and he needed to convince her to get into some trouble. 

Fortunately for Bix, she had built up an immunity to that look. “I’m gonna ask you,” she answered flatly. 

He lingered by the door, shifting hesitantly on either foot. Then he nodded. “He won’t hear anything about this from me.”

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[imogenkol]

NADYA: picture her stocking overstuffed because so many people put lil gifts and treats in there for her 🥰

JAYDE: something healthy curtesy of her wife. Greg the cat also snuck in there and ate the sweets.

IMOGEN: mostly self explanatory, but Bix stuck a little treat in there for her sweetheart.

LYS: a ton of homemade treats curtesy of Bellara and Harding leading a group holiday baking session at the lighthouse

I was tagged by @lilywatt @neonshrike and @voidika to do this cute stocking picrew! Thank you lovelies!!

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[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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Been playing around with a concept to make Imogen’s life a little more difficult 🥰

The child trembled, his scrawny body curled in on itself to make him appear even smaller. There was no clear indication of how long he had been in the cell, but Imogen recognized the hardened gleam in the boy’s defiant glare. He experienced enough not to trust anyone who could open the locked door.

In those piercing eyes, the former Inquisitor recognized something else. A subtle strain at the edges of his features told Imogen that it took a massive effort to put on such a brave face. 

Imogen saw a faint resemblance of the girl she had struck down all those years ago. That child had been slightly younger than this one, and she had been so very afraid, yet she stepped into the path of Imogen’s blade anyway. As if that would spare her younger brother behind her from an Inquisitor’s wrath. Even children reach for the smallest victories. 

There was no one else this boy could protect besides himself. And even that was moot. The restraints on his wrists made what little he could use to defend himself obsolete. The boy knew it. Imogen knew it. Still, he scowled fiercely as if daring her to do her worst. 

Imogen grinded her teeth and glanced left, then right. The other troopers on the block were dead and the hallway lay barren. She should not bother with any diversions, but she thought that perhaps granting this child a chance — however meager — may begin to balance the scales. 

A chance was far more than she ever got at his age. 

With a twitch of her fingers, Imogen forced her mind into the inner workings of the binders and released them. They clicked open and clattered onto the cold durasteel floor at the young boy’s feet. He glanced down and then blinked back up at Imogen in shock. The unexpected act of kindness only seemed to make the child more suspicious of her, so Imogen took a step back and pointed down the hall. 

“That is the way out,” she said curtly. “I suggest you take your leave quickly.”

Imogen did not spare the child any words of comfort or even another glance before she turned on her heel and marched onward. She got several paces along until the gentle patter of a rushed gait behind her reached her ears, nearly drowned out by her own steady steps. 

As she turned back, she saw the young boy come to an abrupt halt a mere meter away, his eyes wide and suddenly desperate. 

“That way,” Imogen commanded and pointed in the opposite direction with more insistence. 

The boy stood with such an unfazed expression that Imogen wondered if he even understood Basic until he spoke up. “I… I have nowhere to go.” 

“The exit is a good start.” 

“What about after that?” He shuffled on his feet and stared into his now empty cell as if that were the most viable option. “I don’t even know what planet I’m on.” 

“That is not my concern,” she replied coldly. 

Before he could argue further, Imogen turned her back on the boy again and continued on. She did more for him than she should have and would certainly not burden herself further. If he lacked the basic intelligence to escape or even take care of himself then he would not last long in the galaxy anyway. 

“But you’re like me!” 

Those words stopped her short. Imogen hadn’t the faintest idea where this random child had gotten such a notion. Had the boy not wasted so much of her time already, Imogen would have found his claim amusing. 

“Is that so, child?” Imogen asked incredulously as she shot an impatient look over her shoulder once more. 

The boy reached out and suddenly Imogen’s blaster flew out of the holster at her side with surprising velocity. She only had a split second to react and catch it with her own mind before the weapon could land in the palm of a child no older than twelve. The blaster remained suspended in the air between them as Imogen took a moment to weigh the boy’s strength in the Force. His talent was no match for hers, but the pull she felt against her whispered of this boy’s potential. 

Seeing enough, Imogen wrenched the blaster free of the child’s influence and it floated into her gloved hand. She remained quiet as she returned it to its holster and regarded the boy with more interest. He clearly was no simple deviant the troopers had picked up off of the decrepit streets, but this revelation complicated things. Imogen had no desire for complications. 

“I’ve never met anyone like me,” the boy stated in wonder, his bright eyes shimmering like she was a beacon before him. 

Imogen should have known that her sins would be no easy task to atone for. 

She sighed heavily. If nothing else, she could pawn the child off on Cal once she returned to him. The pretentious Jedi could finally have more students. “Stay close. Do not get in my way. Do not speak unless spoken to.” 

The boy perked up and nodded emphatically. He trotted over to her like a pup. “My name is—” 

“I do not care to know it, boy.”

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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Imogen may be a war criminal, but she was a child soldier first

“Have you seen battle?” The general questioned.

“Yes,” Imogen replied.

A senator with pristinely combed salt-and-pepper hair beside him scoffed as he folded his arms across his ornate robes. “Terrorizing farming communities on Outer Rim moons hardly counts as battle.”

She stared him down with a calm, knowing smirk for a prolonged beat. “I served during the Clone Wars, Senator.”

“You must’ve been only a child during that time,” he remarked, not believing the experience of a known traitor to his lost Republic.

“Indeed,” Imogen casually confirmed. “I was thirteen when I saw my first battle from the front lines. Fourteen when I began commanding troops. And sixteen when I witnessed my peers and teachers be slaughtered all around me.”

She stepped closer to him, holding his gaze as she gracefully entered his space with a measured step like the predator he must have forgotten she was. His hands became fists and dropped to his sides instinctively, but Imogen did not intend to attack him. At least, she did not see any reason to at the present moment that would be worth the inconvenience of upsetting the entire room. His unease amused her, though.

“Do not question my experience with war,” she said in a tone low enough for only him to hear. “I have known war intimately.”

[imogenkol]

— WIP THURSDAY

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with season 2 finally just a few months away I’ve been trying to rein it in, but the anticipation has been making me think about what I wanna see and I got stuck on the concept of Bix getting to murder someone feral and bloody style and how Imogen might react in the aftermath.

“Are you hurt?” Imogen asked, carefully and thoroughly assessing her mechanic for any damage.

Bix shook her head and blinked at the floor, expression hollow. “No.”

The bounty hunter, satisfied with the certainty that none of the blood coating Bix’s hands and face belonged to her, pulled her along. “Come, love.”

The only sound to pierce the silence in the washroom was the gentle disturbance of water. Imogen knelt beside the tub and slowly dragged a damp cloth across Bix’s tawny skin — which had taken more of an ashen pallor despite the heavy steam in the air and warm low light from the lamp — and watched as blood fell into the bath water like droplets of crimson ink, turning it from crystal clear to a subtle shade of pink.

The quiet cleaning of her lover felt meditative or ritualistic. There was a kind of worship on Imogen’s part, not like she washed away the brutal act of murder and made Bix pure again, but like every inch of flesh she wiped clean was done with patient reverence — like she polished a deeply treasured statue. Like each caress of the cloth was a soft brush of her lips on the cool stone. Bix remained vacant, though, so Imogen continued to quietly work and raised the cloth to her cheek.

The initial rush of bloodlust had left Bix now that her mission was done. Imogen knew all too well how intoxicating the high could be, and how devastating the descent was. It would pass, she was certain, and Bix would become stronger — powerful, even. Imogen could not be more proud. But for now, her priority remained with cushioning the fall for her love as best she could.

And it was as simple as washing the blood from her hands. Imogen thought if their roles were reversed, the blood on her own hands would cause the tub to overflow — the entire room would, for that matter. She wondered if it may be the same for Bix once this war was over.

She hoped.

[imogenkol]

— I COULD LOVE YOU…

I commissioned my wonderful and talented friend @rcrisdraws for a much needed kiss between my brainrot couple. As you can see, it is absolutely stunning. The lighting and mood is so peaceful, which is what they desperately need, and I’m obsessed with the way Bix is pulling Imogen in with both softness and conviction 🥹 it is perfect. Cannot thank you enough for yet another gorgeous piece, Cris 💕 If you get a chance, commission them!

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