#bc she’s been an undead lost cause for so long that she can imagine nothing else. she sees no point in fighting it

[nellasbookplanet]

I'm still thinking about Laudna and how, as she starts breaking down and the jagged pieces show more and more, earlier aspects of her characterization take a new, kind of horrifying shape.

Laudna was never upset - in fact, the idea seemingly never occurred to her - about Imogen voicing the opinion that maybe the Vanguard was right, even after they murdered Laudna right in front of her. She has never, as far as we have seen, actively sought a way to be rid of Delilah, or to grow her magic in ways that don’t involve Delilah. She talks about a fear of holding Imogen back, encourages Imogen to move on once Laudna is gone. She represses negative emotions but at the same time her joy in life is genuine and overflowing, not a mask.

It all builds a picture of someone who isn't only undead in terms of game mechanics, but who genuinely doesn’t really see herself as alive. Laudna sees herself as living on borrowed time. Marisha has spoken of her as someone who has lived through trauma and moved past it; I believe she means that not in the sense that she's unbothered by her trauma - we have seen she’s not - but that it in a sense doesn’t matter to her. She’s already dead. There’s no point in healing, or seeking a solution or cure, only in finding as much joy as she can in every little thing until the darkness catches up with her. When she regressed in Whitestone post shard incident, there were mentions of her not fully remembering her early days as an undead. She was unstable, not fully sure of what was real and what wasn’t, maintaining her sliver of sanity by talking to the evil necromancer in her mind and an anthropomorphized dead rat. She was likely treated by locals like some scary monster because she largely acted like one. She was a hollow one in every sense of the word. Then she met Imogen, someone who not only wasn’t scared of her and saw her as human, but who understood her struggle; I suspect this genuine human connection was what brought her out of nearly three decades of hollowness.

And in that, she has made Imogen her purpose where before she had none. If the Vanguard is Imogen's destiny, then it doesn’t matter that they killed Laudna because Laudna was a lost cause even before Otohan killed her. Exandria and Laudna both were hollow before Imogen, because she had no real connections, and so now Imogen is all that matters. If Imogen wants to fight Predathos, Laudna will fight. If Imogen wants to leave the struggle and go live in a cottage, Laudna would go with her. If she wants to join Predathos, Laudna would help her. If Imogen died, Laudna would sacrifice Exandria and the gods and the remains of her own soul to get her back.

#laudna #critical role #cr3 #this is why it would be interesting if oryms deal with nana - bring everyone back alive - actually ended up making laudna fully alive #bc she’s been an undead lost cause for so long that she can imagine nothing else. she sees no point in fighting it #but if she was suddenly made alive - would that change her perspective? #nella talks cr

[nmikaelsonimagines]

Sweet Creature: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: hiii, soo I wanted to make a request and I would appreciate so much if you could write it bc im too lazy to and I really love this idea. It’s actually inspired by the song “Sweet Creature” by Harry Styles, mostly from Klaus pov but whatever you want🙃🙃thank youu

So, I’ve just launched my Elijah blog which you can find over at @emikaelsonimagines​! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Sweet Creature

Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young

Klaus Mikaelson had never been very good at relationships.

The flirting, those first few dates, he was pretty sure he had down to a tee. But the parts after, the relationship, the commitment, the idea of the future, he had never been able to make that last.

It wasn’t his fault all the time. It could be his siblings, his father, the nature of who and what he was causing some threat to find the woman he had chosen to fall for and destroy her.

He kept telling himself that he had all the time in the world to figure it out, to find something that would last. He was blessed with being young forever, after all. But when he looked at Y/N Y/L/N, it felt like he didn’t have any time at all.

It felt like he needed to have her now, to hold onto her for as long as her human lifespan would allow. Time threatened to escape him completely, which made the job of wooing her all the more arduous.

He had always been good at that part, always been good at making women blush, making them want him. But with her, with Y/N, it seemed that even that skill had eluded him.

We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

Klaus Mikaelson had never felt like he was desperate.

But with Y/N Y/L/N, with her constant resistance of his charms, he felt like he was clinging onto something that didn’t exist. He liked to have a plan, liked to feel in control, but with her, with his need for her, he was lost.

He didn’t have a clue where his attempts would lead him, whether she would ever give into him. He was tired of the small, sympathetic smile she gave him, tired of the way she made him feel – pathetic.

But he loved it too.

When he was with Y/N, he knew he belonged with her, knew that whatever happened he would make sure that she never disappeared from his life. So in response to that smile, he gave her one back, and for the first time, he saw her eyes widen, heard her heart beat that little bit faster.

He’d been trying to charm her for three months now, and this was the first time he had ever felt like he had the upper hand.

He watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear, and if he looked at her in the right way, he swore he could see a tinge of red in her cheeks.

And, oh, we started Two hearts in one home

Klaus Mikaelson had never felt his undead heart beat as fast as it did when Y/N Y/L/N walked over to him.

It wasn’t the first time they had spoken, wasn’t the first time she had looked at him like he wasn’t a monster, like he was just a normal man trying to get a date with a beautiful woman.

But it was the first time she hadn’t told him to stop trying, to back off, to leave her alone because she wasn’t interested. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t actually said those words, but from the beginning, Klaus had been able to read them in her eyes, noticed how the letters threatened to fall from her lips.

He could still hear her heart beating, and as she got closer, he could see that tinge of red in her cheeks. Her hair had fallen back into her face, and Klaus thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

He wondered what it would be like to wake up to her every morning, in a house that they owned together, making it a home.

It was a future he wanted to hold onto, and for a moment, he dared to believe he could.

It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know But oh

Klaus Mikaelson had never been lost for words before.

Y/N Y/L/N pulled out the chair opposite him, and he felt her knees knock against his under the table as she sat down. He said nothing, wondering what she was doing, why she was here.

She was stubborn, he knew that, one that would never stray away from the path that she had set upon. She had that look in her eyes now, and he knew that whatever she was planning on saying to him, she would say it without hesitation.

She was like him in that respect, Klaus thought, smiling.

“Hello.” Y/N looked over at him, the sound of her voice music to his ears. But he didn’t let himself dream for long. She had rejected him for three months now, and he didn’t expect anything less this time around. “Klaus, can I ask you something?”

His mouth dry, words having escaped him, Klaus nodded.

“Why are you so interested in me? I mean, I’m just – I’m just me.”

No, Klaus thought. She wasn’t just her. She was so much more than that. It hurt him to see her thinking that, and without thinking himself, Klaus reached out and put his hand over hers.

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home

Klaus Mikaelson had never been more relieved than he was when Y/N Y/L/N didn’t move her hand away.

He searched her eyes, made her meet his gaze and as he met an array of colours that would have been difficult to replicate with all the artistic talent in the world, he found that the ability to speak returned to him.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he used her full name, letting it roll off his tongue with ease, “you are so much more than just you. You’re beautiful, kind, gentle, fierce, stubborn, empathetic. And I am interested in you because of all those things and more. You have this ability to make anyone feel safe, to make even me feel safe.”

Y/N dipped her head, and Klaus was certain that she was blushing now. His heart rate accelerated as finally – finally – Y/N was slowly giving into his charms. He couldn’t help the next words that came out of his mouth. “Come to dinner with me.”

Y/N looked up at a statement she had heard from him dozens of times. She had refused at every previous opportunity, or had thrown him that sympathetic smile. Klaus should have expected her to refuse again, but there was something in the air that made him feel that this time would be different.

Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

Klaus Mikaelson had never been more in love than in that moment.

He had fallen for countless women over the centuries, knew what it was to feel loss, to feel heartbreak, but he had never glimpsed the future that could have awaited him had he held onto his partners.

He had never felt that he could be good at relationships, never felt so desperate to have someone, never felt his heart beat this fast, never been so lost for words, never felt so relieved.

He had never felt like he was truly at home.

But all that changed with the arrival of a single word. Three letters that fell from the lips of Y/N Y/L/N, lips that he ached to kiss, his hand still covering hers, his thumb absentmindedly running over her knuckles.

Three months of trying had come to this. It had come to a request from him, and a single answer from her.

And that answer was yes.

Masterlist

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[blookmallow]

some brotherhood stuff, some more vampires, Other Things 

i was out adventuring with cicero and lost track of him for a while so i went to check on him to make sure he was okay bc i absolutely will not be able to live with myself if i kill him on accident 

i retraced my steps and could not fucking find him anywhere and couldn’t even hear him (usually his. constant singing and chattering is a great help in locating him lmao) 

but then i finally found his life aura 

ALL THE FUCKING WAY UP THERE, FOR SOME REASON, 

wHY ARE YOU UP HERE. HOW DID YOU GET HERE. CICERO. 

he wasn’t talking anymore either and was just like. staring at me. standing in a cliffside. i eventually got him down and he was fine (after phasing through rocks a few times) but im just

cicero. my love. why have you done this 

nazir you are going to show him some goddamn RESPECT and he will dance as much as he pleases this is my organization now 

later i went back to visit the destroyed brotherhood sanctuary to pay my respects, as you do, and there was a fuckign penitus occulatus guy just hanging around here. get the FUCK OUT OF HERE haven’t you done ENOUGH

and ever since i lost shadowmere (i still can’t find him. i dont know what to do at this point) ive been coming back here to see if he’ll respawn from his swamp or something and every time there’s another guy here. why are you still here i will kill every single one of you

and i have been. it’s now my personal mission to kill as many of these guys as i can im starting a collection of their armor every time i kill one

i don’t remember where everyone else’s bodies were but astrid is gone now. the flower i dropped beside her is still there but i want to know what happened to her body. did someone steal it,

the only one left is festus stuck to the tree outside. there’s nothing here anymore but it still makes me so sad 

then i got one of the recurring minor contract quests to kill off some official in solitude (which was actually an interesting job. i stopped doing them for a while bc it was always just like “kill this hunter who’s just standing in the woods” i want the CHALLENGE i want ‘kill a target in the middle of a busy city without getting caught’) and i was all set up in my spot out of sight with my poisoned arrows ready to go and then 

CHILD. NOW IS NOT THE TIME :’ ) :’ ) 

(she didn’t catch on to what i was doing and i did complete the quest without getting caught. by my daughter or anyone else lmao) 

ive been picking off all the agents in solitude whenever i see them as well. i havent been caught yet and the guards mostly react to it with mild surprise 

ah. that might be why 

i DID get called out once even though i didn’t have a bounty or anything so i shouldn’t have been seen, i don’t remember who sent this i think it was one of the bard ladies at the college, but like. i went to talk to her and she didn’t have any different dialogue or anything. this didn’t go anywhere,

i dont remember what happened here, this must’ve been another brotherhood contract or something but i love how everyone just like, goes back to whatever they were doing after they notice a corpse sitting there. like. look at them they don’t even care 

i love this guy. i dont know if he actually has a casual symbiotic relationship with The Actual Arkay or if he’s just fully convinced he does but either way i support whatever it is he’s doing with his life 

hahahaha you know how it is with arkay. always a joker 

serana keeps finding dead bodies everywhere we go somehow or another she is just constantly making zombies lmao 

this guy was a dead-when-we-got-there victim in a cave somewhere and she just. brought him out with us. he turned into ash pretty soon after but like. let the poor guy rest, 

god damn it why can serana raise a random dead prisoner but i can’t reanimate the corpse of one of my brotherhood torture victims. unfair

but then i did some quest at some point where there were all these vigilants of stendarr who were under some spell that turned them all hostile, so basically i just had to fight them all off 

I GOT ONE 

I MADE A ZOMBIE I DID IT 

i dont understand why i can resurrect like. someone who was clearly a fighter possibly a mage in life but Random Nord We Had As A Torture Subject For Some Reason is too powerful. ok 

HOWEVER 

FOR SOME REASON, maven sent me an inheritance letter??? they didnt even have a name. its just Charmed Vigilant. im guessing this had to have been because one of them was my undead thrall for a while but i still definitely killed them myself initially before the spell ran out and disintegrated them. why did i get 300 gold for killing an unnamed npc. whats going on here 

i dont remember if i mentioned it before but i had this weird empty side room in riften and didnt understand why it was there but was like heheheh im gonna fill this room with bloody rags and hearts and weird shit 

BUT THEN suddenly i gained a housecarl out of nowhere, i dont know why she wasn’t here before or why it took her so long to appear, but this room spontaneously just morphed into Her Room Now and fucked up all my stuff i was SO mad 

i dont remember what all i had in here, some of it was just on the floor or on furniture or whatever but im pretty sure some things got lost in the void and ill never know what they were. i dont think i left anything valuable in here but still

also this house is really really small so she was just. Constantly in my way, too

then i had her with me and tried to break into the east empire warehouse to do a thieves guild thing, figured she’s my riften housecarl, maven’s the jarl of riften, iona probably knows what’s up, right, but no she was all “bluhhh you’re not supposed to be in here >:(” and i was trying to sneak around the guards to avoid causing a scene but SHE kept just running in and MURDERING them, so i mean, i may have broken into a place im not supposed to be, but SHE was the one doing murders, and anyway there was, uh, this. very tragic accident, you see, and somehow she just didn’t make it. couldn’t have been prevented. very sad. can’t imagine how this could have happened. nothing i could do 

brynjolf your elixir sucks. this is literally less useful than like, a cabbage

how did you... lock... a satchel  

#lucy plays skyrim #scooby dooby queue

[synchlora]

newsagogo & hot chimp & party poison im too lazy to find the symbols for them

oh boy this is gonna be really fuckin long cause i spent way too long imagining the scenario where Party meets the DJs.

some background on this scene to give Party more context: Party was a juvie hall for some time in the city and had a tracker placed in the back of their neck by BLi. they got this removed but they were attacked during this process and the person removing it was killed, so they have an open gash there. they had to immediately run and got lost in the underground, eventually making it to the desert where they wandered along the road in really rough shape.

and mild trigger warning bc i do mention a dead body here and looting. nothing in detail but it is mentioned!!

anyway, without further ado here's some shit i wrote way too fast bc this hc scene is very vivid in my mind:

“Told ya we shouldn’t’ve gone out this far,” Hot Chimp rolled her eyes at Newsie’s snarky comment, rasped out through the thin, hot desert air.

"Well maybe if you’d’ve known our directions worth half a shit we wouldn’t’ve gotten lost out in Zone 3 for two hours,” Chimp raised an eyebrow at the ‘joy sitting next to her and the two of them couldn’t help but crack a smile. They both loved an adventure, albeit one on a day as hot as this may not be ideal. They were just headed out for a quick supply run out to Zone 2, but had gotten hopelessly lost at Cherri’s vague instruction of “somewhere out by a rock that looks kinda like a skyscraper” as if half the cliffs out here didn’t look exactly the same.

It’d been several very long hours of driving the van out in sweltering heat, and the two of them were somewhat on edge from the temperature. Trying to drown out the overwhelming heat, Hot Chimp turned the dial on the radio up and let some music blast loudly before Newsie could protest. But rather than the usual disgruntled mumbles of her partner, Newsie suddenly gripped her shoulder and shook her to get her attention. Chimp dialed the radio down and gave a puzzled look before looking to where News was pointing.

Out on the side of the road, there was a body.

Obviously, it’s not uncommon to come across dusted ‘joys out in the zones, but this one looked like they were just a kid, couldn’t be older than 17. They didn’t even look quite like they were dressed right for the desert, wearing torn up scraps that were duller than anything you’d see out in the desert. This was a city kid, some random rebel so desperate for escape that they wound up getting ghosted as soon as they tasted some real freedom.

Chimp grimaced at the sight, pulling the van over to the side of the road a few yards off from where the ghosted kid lay. She gave News an unsteady look and she returned a little nod before they both got out of the car. Tragic as deaths out in the zones may be, if you’re dusted it means you don’t need your gear anymore. And there’s no point in wasting any good materials for some foolish idea that the dead may care.

The two ‘joys headed over to the body, holding their hands up to the blistering sun. They’d have to be fast, couldn’t waste any water on sweating it out while getting some supplies that may not even be worth it. News reached down to the corpse first, placing a hand on their neck to ensure that they were in fact dead and there was no hope of taking them back to be another of the many strays that Cherri takes in. Chimp looked over to her partner who simply shook her head, signalling her to start rummaging through the dusted kid’s pockets.

Not a whole lot to speak of: a couple carbons, a jacket that may be worth patching up, a good pair of shoes (which seemed like they may even fit), and- best of all- a knife that wasn’t even rusted. Just as Newsie began to lift the body so that Chimp could slip off the decently salvageable jacket, a sudden gasp of breath and an ungodly scream escaped the lips of the previously-believed-to-be-dead rebel.

Newsie and Chimp both leapt back, dropping the supposedly ghosted rebel hard on the ground, their head making solid contact with cracked up asphalt. Chimp’s gun was drawn in a heartbeat and Newsie held hers pointed low at the figure that was groaning in pain before them. The wide-eyed ‘joys stared frantically at the kid that they swear was fucking dead just a minute ago.

The dazed city kid began to stumble to their feet and Chimp practically jumped back.

“Don’t move a fucking muscle, batt rat!” Chimp held her ray gun steadily, not batting an eye at the stranger that had just come to life in front of her. The young rebel looked up to the two ‘joys, only seeming to fully process that they had weapons drawn and pointed at them in this moment. They opened their mouth to speak but quickly shut back up. Whether it was out of fear or dehydration (if this kid could even dehydrate much less die), the two DJs didn’t know.

Chimp stood still, nodding over to News who remembered suddenly that she had a radio. She took out the radio, calling to Cherri to let him know what the fuck had just happened. Not too many details, just that they’d found a near-dead city kid that’d scared the everloving shit out of them. She took a while to explain the events of the past few minutes and a garbled voice came back over the static, talking for far too long. Chimp could tell by the exasperated look on Newsie’s face exactly what Cherri had said. He’d never been one to turn down anyone who’d needed help, dead or not.

Newsie rolled her eyes and looked back between the previously-ghosted kid on the ground and to her partner who, while appearing steady, was truthfully scared as all shit. She’d never let it show though. News looked up to Chimp, looking tired but also pleading, knowing that Chimp wouldn’t exactly be happy about bringing home a half-dead city rat. But Chimp knew just as well that she couldn’t leave the kid out here, and that Newsie wouldn’t let her.

~~~~~

By this time, Party’s whole body was burning. They had no fucking clue where they were. One moment they were stumbling through the underground, the next they were bleeding out along a road, and the next they were being held at gunpoint by the two brightest people they’d ever seen in their life. Their head was still spinning from a mix of dehydration, blood loss, and the nasty crash their head had when they went falling into the asphalt road. Speaking of asphalt, Witch, they’re really burning up. Every bit of skin that so much as touched the road burned hotter than a stove.

They watched their captors (is that what you’d call them?) as they appeared to discuss what to do with them over some device that spat static and garbled words. After the shorter of the two seemed to finish the conversation they’d had over the little black box, the taller one all too suddenly approached them, ray gun still drawn.

“Get up,” she practically spat out the words, “we’re headed back to the station,” she hesitated with a sigh, shifting a glance back at her partner, “and apparently we’re taking you with us.”

Party sat there stunned, hardly able to even imagine moving their aching limbs and unsure if they could even walk anymore.

“Well? Are you gonna get up or are you gonna let yourself burn up out here,” this time the shorter ‘joy spoke up from the seat of a van that was parked a few yards away from where they sat.

“We don’t need to take ya back,” the person near them didn’t offer so much as a hand to help them to their feet, but they took that warning as final. They stumbled to their feet, breathing in sharply between clenched teeth as they painstakingly stood up and staggered over to the open van doors. All the while feeling the presence of the taller ‘joy directly behind them, watching every move.

They practically collapsed into the back seat of the van, slipping in and out of consciousness as the car went roughly over the uneven terrain. Every jagged movement of the van sent Party into another spiral of sharp pain, sending shockwaves from the open wound in the back of their neck. They tried their best to steady themselves in the back seat of the van but they could hardly stay awake long enough to even register half of their surroundings. They heard a foggy conversation in one brief window of wakefulness.

“I don’t know, we shouldn’t be so rough on ‘em. Like that’s just a kid, Chimp, we don’t know shit about them,” the voice sounded like the one that spoke to the little black box earlier.

“You saw what the fuck happened, News! I jus-,” the other voice, seemingly named Chimp, paused to tap anxiously at the steering wheel, “I don’t know what the fuck just happened back there but that ‘kid’ wasn’t alive when we first found ‘em,” that one sounded more like the ‘joy that had yelled at them earlier.

“Still,” the smaller joy (was her name News?) breathed a long sigh, “Just let Cherri deal with ‘em I guess.”

The other voice seemed to soften and took on an apologetic tone, “I’m sorry for bein’ so spooked earlier. ‘S just that scared the livin’ shit outta me,” she paused before her voice picked up somewhat as she elbowed the other ‘joy, “didn’t wanna lose ya to some zombie kid.”

A couple of giggles escaped the shorter ‘joy’s lips at the remarks made by Chimp about the ‘undead’ rebel in the backseat.

“Witch, how do we even begin to explain this one t’ Cherri?” News chimed in through more laughter. Chimp’s gentle chuckle broke through the conversation as well.

“Dunno, ‘m sure his religious ass will probably eat up whatever story we give ‘im though,” she paused and went into a dramatic more masculine voice, “Oh you’re sure they were dusted? Well that can only mean one thing, ‘s gotta be some sorta divine intervention!” the shorter ‘joy bust out into a full laughter that filled the van with a smile you could feel more than see. Party’s head panged with immense pain as the laughter rang out in their ears. They slowly slipped back away into unconsciousness as the van harshly jolted them around in the back of the car.

and that's all!! not to leave it on a cliff hanger but bro ive got even more ideas abt Party meeting Kobra and everyone else and that's a whole other long ass story that i wanna write too sgvfhbfhbgj. hope this is comprehensible, i have no clue how to write dialogue

#i love. two women #they r very sweet girlfriends nd love each other a lot #didnt get to expand on that much here tho :( #also hot chimp isnt normally this much of an asshole. she is just spooked and also worried for newsies safety sgbfjvgnvhn #she only mocks cherri in a loving way as well they're like siblings #poor party is just. out of it and in pain here sgbchnvjb #someone help them out poor guy #but yeah this concept has plaugued me ever since u mentioned it elijah so i just wanted to write it out shdbvdhdb ty for letting me do that #killjoys tag #ttlotfk #asks #long post #death mention #death tw