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[conditionaljewel]

(Headcanon content; disabled!Laudna, alternate timeline, canon divergent. No beta, we live and die like Bor’Dor on this one. I just needed to bring her to life. This is just one iteration. There will be others. Thanks for indulging.)

It’s early. Or it’s late. They weren’t quite sure. It’s definitely night, that much is certain.

There’s a light rain falling, harder in the treetops but mitigated as it falls here in front of the tiny porch adorning this small cottage. There’s a single lantern lit on the table that’s fixed between two wicker rocking chairs, with the chair on the right closest to the front door occupied by one of the two women who own this home.

As Laudna sits there, she holds a hot cup of coffee between her hands in front of her face. Her feet are propped up on a wooden stool directly in front of her, crossed at the ankle, right over left. She has a leg brace on her left leg, from her thigh down to her ankle, and there is a cane resting against the side of the table to her right.

The door behind her opens, and Imogen emerges holding her own cup of coffee. She closes the door, leaving just a slight crack, and crosses the porch to her own seat adjacent to Laudna. Before she settles into her seat, she reveals two blankets that she had clutched against her chest. She unfolds one and spreads it out, sprawling it over Laudna’s lap and covering her legs and feet. She then duplicates the act as she sat down, kicking her feet up into the stool positioned nearest her chair and covering up with her own blanket.

(Cut for length, rest below!)

Laudna raises her mug in the air in Imogen’s direction, as Imogen returns the kindness. “I love you,” she says into Laudna’s mind, not breaking the auditory experience provided by the rain still slapping the trees and falling through to the garden surrounding their homestead.

“I love you,” Laudna telepathically responds. She blows her a kiss across the small gap between them, and as Imogen mimics receiving it, they each take another sip of their coffee.

A flash of lightning brightens the area, even through the heavy tree tops. One, two, three… and then the bang of thunder overhead.

“This storm is beautiful,” Imogen says aloud.

“It is,” Laudna concurs. After a moment of silence, she offered a question. “Do you know why I like storms so much?”

Imogen turns her sights from the garden over to Laudna, watching as she sips from her mug before responding, “They remind me of you.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I like thunderstorms because they’re mesmerizing, they’re refreshing,” Laudna says as she turns to look at Imogen now. “But they’re also powerful and can be destructive and unpredictable, and loud.“

Laudna takes another sip as Imogen just looks at her, slightly confused. That’s when Laudna adds, “And well, I like you because amongst other things you are also all of those things, in the best of ways.”

Imogen smiled and blushed. “Oh, Laudna,” she started before she was interrupted by another bang of thunder.

Laudna just continues to stare into Imogen’s eyes as she smiles. Imogen tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she bashfully looks away. They’ve been together for years, dating for half as long, yet Imogen still feels the butterflies like it is the first day, every day. And oh she loves Laudna for it.

“Thank you,” Imogen finally says as she extends her hand out over the table. Laudna reached hers out in reply and grasps onto Imogen’s, holding it for a moment and giving it a compassionate squeeze.

The two continue to sit there as the storm presses on, not letting up. They’ve lost complete track of time, not that it matters to them. They don’t have anywhere to go except bed.

“Is your leg feeling okay,” Imogen asked Laudna after a short while.

Laudna had been struggling for several weeks with a severe injury to her leg that just wouldn’t heal. She finally had gone and seen a doctor in the last few days, and the reason the girls found themselves here at this late hour tonight was because Laudna was still processing the news that the Doctor had provided: her leg was so severely diseased from the attack that only a truly divine spell could potentially cure what caused her disability.

As such, she was still making peace with her new reality, processing all that having a mobility issue and dealing with chronic pain and a physical disability now presents to her. It had only been a few days since the Doctor provided her with the brace and cane she was now using regularly.

“I suppose I’m alright,” Laudna admits. “It was difficult at first; certainly, worrying. But, all considered, there are worse things in life and unlife”

“Oh I know,” Imogen says. “I’m sure it’s scary and overwhelming. Just… are you okay, like, right now? Can I do anything?”

Laudna looks over at Imogen and gives her another warm smile. “Oh, darling. You’ve done plenty for me already. I am okay, honest.”

Laudna gives her a wink as Imogen smiles weakly. She still feels a bit of pity for Laudna, first having dealt with death — twice — and now suddenly having a life changing injury thrust into her, it just wasn’t fair. But that wasn’t for her to question, they simply could only work with the cards they were dealt.

“You would know if I were lying, Imogen.”,

Imogen’s face relaxes as she responds to Laudna in her head, “I know.”

“And if this is permanent, well that’s alright too. I’m alive, aren’t I?” Laudna downs the last of her coffee and places the mug down beside her on the table. “Besides, becoming disabled isn’t the worst thing that could happen to someone.”

Imogen chuckles, recalling another time Laudna referred to something as not being the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.

“You’re right,” Imogen says as she places her mug down next to Laudna’s. She sweeps another strand of her out of her face and behind her ear. “I just want you to be happy, Laud.”

“Oh, but I am happy, Imogen. I have you.”

Imogen beams at hearing this, not expecting it in any capacity, and her heart flutters over a few beats.

The two of them sit there for a little longer listening to the end of the storm as it leaves the area. Drops of rain continue to fall from the treetops as the wind blows by up above, rustling the leaves just as much as the nightlife does as they begin to emerge from their shelters. Hooting from owls and the skittering of raccoons can be heard overhead as the girls just take in the sounds of nature all around them.

“Shall we get some sleep,” Imogen asks Laudna through a powerful yawn. Laudna had been resting in her chair with her eyes closed, popping one open upon hearing Imogen’s question. “I suppose we should.”

Imogen gathers up her blanket in one hand before collecting Laudna’s, bundling them together underneath her arm. As Laudna gathers herself and prepares to get up onto her feet, Imogen reaches a hand out in aid to her. Taking it into her own, Laudna clutches her cane in her right hand, grasping onto the plain dull black wooden handle, and after a count of one, two, three, she rocks herself forward and up into a standing position.

As Laudna gathers her bearings, Imogen collects their mugs from the table and blows the lantern out. Laudna opens and holds the door for Imogen as she walks inside first, heading straight to the kitchen with their empty mugs. Laudna closes and locks the door and waits for Imogen by the stairs. Just as quickly, Imogen emerges from around the corner and gives Laudna a kiss on the cheek, still clutching the blankets.

“Go ahead darlin, I got you if you need me,” Imogen says as she gestured towards the stairs. Laudna carefully took to the stairs, cane first then one foot and then the other, repeating the process one step at a time. Perhaps with time she’ll regain some speed and dexterity, she thinks to herself, but for now she’s focused on this reality and the next step ahead. Literally and figuratively.

It takes a minute or two, but Laudna makes it up the stairs without issue or the need for Imogen to assist her. They both head down the hall toward their bedroom, this time Imogen leading the way and letting Laudna go at her own pace, taking advantage by preparing Laudna’s side of the bed first.

After helping Laudna remove her brace and get comfortable in bed, propping her leg up on a pile of pillows, Imogen turns down the lanterns on each of their nightstands and crawls into bed beside her love. Laudna extends her arm and invites Imogen in to cuddle with her as they fall asleep. Imogen drapes her arm over Laudna, her hand resting on Laudna’s clavicle and neck, as Laudna holds her in one arm while the other rests across her own torso holding Imogen’s arm.

“I love you,” Imogen says out loud this time.

Laudna rubs her arm affectionately, and replies “I love you too.”

Imogen strokes the side of Laudna’s face as she lays there, prompting Laudna to kiss Imogen on the crown of her head. Imogen buries her face in Laudna’s chest.

Rain begins to fall again and hit the window pane from the outside; and as another low rumble of thunder is barely heard overhead, Laudna and Imogen close their eyes and drift off to sleep.

#disabled!au #disabled!laudna #cane user!laudna #disabled!cr #critical role headcanons #no main tags #well Idk #fuck it #imogen x laudna #Imogen #Laudna #southern gothic #headcanon #disabled headcanon #disabled hc #disability headcanon #disability hc #disabled au #imodna

[boncottontail]

Big applause to Quackity and his team for immediately acting and kicking that fucker out of the server 👏🏻

(For those not updated, 4ever streamed and said he was kicked from the QSMP. Now we rejoice.)

#the forever situation #discourse #no main tags #thank you quackity

[leclerc-on-the-clace]

It's so weird to me that people can't compliment wags without trashing the drivers they claim to love and support. You sound like you hate her but trying to hype her up to not sound jealous by saying shit like "She's eating and his plate is full" "How did he pull her" "He must be paying to date her" etc like that's so weird.

The amount of times I've seen people with a Charles or Pierre pfp just taking unnecessary digs at them just to hype up their gf is so weird. Literally seen multiple people say shit like "Charles gf wouldn't have crashed out in France she's too cool for that" or "Kika would have kept that Redbull seat if she was the driver instead of her idiot bf" like is that not weird to anyone else. (Tiniest bit of attention to the insane amount of "fans" who use awful moments for drivers in a twisted way to gas up wags. The amount of people using Jules, Jos Verstappen being abusive, mental health, big crashes etc as a moment to say how the wag would have handled it and how much better she would have handled it is insane)

Excluding the wlw girlies obviously.

#no main tags #more a rant than anything #literally saw a huge charles acc on twitter saying shame his current gf wasn't around earlier she could have been used as a distraction #for all if Charles' fuckups and then they listed things like Silverstone 2022 and said she could have grounded him during Japan 2022

[jventureart]

A wip for 4 u, as a treat, mostly because im having a laugh at urushi & Shiba about to eat the food I haven't bothered to draw yet

Also tiny tortoise with guruko

#wip #jvart #no main tags #this is a treat for my followers #or spam idk #😚

[canonically-a-genloser]

every time someone talks about post escape ranboo i picture my own little absolutely completely different version of him than i could ever explain and im like no. thats not what theyre talking about.

#no main tags #it is delulu hours

[luminary-rainchii]

I asked because for some reason I wanna do it because it looks cool fhdhdggd but yeah.... nipnop with silly shapes yippee ^⁠_⁠^!!!!

for me, i use the shapes as a type of censorship because yeah djfjf

in my wil piece, he got heart stickers- googs (omg I hate that doodle dhfhd) got x's- and murdock got nothing at all

have fun with it !!

#rainchii talks #🍪 feral cookie 🍪 #tw blood #🩸bloodlust #<<< used for folk wanting to avoid suggestive content of the stabby mans #suggestive #no main tags #/answered

[bbubbleo]

me: the dishonored AU is very wilbur centered, also me: anyway quackity outfits!! a bit fleshed out, he still fucks around with gender because i make the rules, i will either try and line this or flesh out charlies outfit tomorrow o7

#my art #no main tags #also its kinnie rights wilburs design can wait #he essentially still runs a casino type ordeal in dunwall #and plays a role in politics because of money #wilbur is also elbow deep in politics yada yada #promise they are related/interact /silly

[quietrobots]

*vine boom*

#quietroart #no main tags #just wanted to post this because it’s silly #drawing Brent angry was so interesting

[intrusivepng]

Why was the eye guy kinda hot

#iz qsmp #no main tags

[gluttonyedits]

“We can forget this and go back to how it was. How it should be.” self-indulgent: Yaldabaoth/John Milton moodboard matching with:

#no main tags

[neptunite-stars]

sometimes i forget i follow really cool people and sometimes i forget that tHEY FOLLOW ME BACK so whenever i see cool people rb/like my stuff im like

#this is a really bad doodle of aira but it gets the point across i hope #like;; woahg u like my stuff?????????? crazyy #rambles #no main tags

[squism]

what did they mean by this…

#suggestive #i think abt this every day and ponder #brainrotting ♥︎ #no main tags

[ripped-seams-inc]

hal strider. dave strider. my life is plauged by pretty platinum blondes. I am simply a puppet. how am i to store so much love.

#🃏|cal #introject #No main tags #longing #Brought to you by me #who is obsessed with hal #and dating a dave #they both own my little plush heart

[scrunkl3bunk1e]

So to get things all straightened here, um.

I’m actually a second half of Dr. Fetus! Of course i’m still a Keith, but it’s KK for me. They/He pronouns if you will

I know, this is silly, but hey he’s got his own blog. follow dr-fetus if you please. he rbs cool stuff haha.

Now have something goofy for your day:

~Dr. Fetus’ Other Half

#no main tags #not an ask. #dr fetus #dr. fetus #dr.fetus #smb dr fetus #dr fetus smb #smb #super meat boy #ask blog #askblog #smb askblog #super meat boy askblog #my artwork #my art #not yours!! #they/he

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Are you really a Dylan fan in you don't want to gurgle his cum?

You know what, anon?

GIF by rob-pattinson

#load anon #!?!?!?!?!?!?! #it's been so long! #how have you been!? #full agreement #*slorp* #*gurgle* #p.s. #p.p.s. I'm sorry new followers #sometimes it be this way here #and you're either down with the degeneracy #or you're not #and that's cool #no judgement #;) #hahahaha #no main tags #this is the filth #filthy anons are filthy #naughty anons out here on a monday night #load anon army

[dogmomwrites]

No Mains OC Intro Tag

This tag came from @briannaswords, so thank you! I'm gonna pass it along with soft tags to @athenswrites, @sleepyowlwrites, @penspiration-writing, @writeintrees, and @breath-of-eternity, as well as leaving it an open tag for anyone else to join in!

Rules—Share a little info about some of your side and background OCs

Theo, from fantasy series—captain of the Starweaver, Theo’s full name is Theodora, but she hates it and has made a crewman walk the plank for using it. Although they threw a rope and brought him back onboard, it sent a very clear message to the rest of the crew

Height—Theo stands at 5’9

Hair—her hair is medium-dark brown. It goes past her shoulder but not quite halfway down her back and she usually keeps it pulled back in a loose, low ponytail at the nape of her neck

General attire—she dresses very typically for a pirate. Not as fancy as most captains; it makes her look almost like one of the crew rather than the captain. Even her hat is a basic tricorn instead of anything spiffier

A little info—Theo’s father was a sailor, her mother irrelevant (she’s just not important m’kay?). When she was young, her father would take her out sailing, although her mother tried to convince her to stay on land. Obviously it didn’t work. Theo was nine when a storm destroyed her father’s ship; there was only one survivor, and Theo would’ve died with the rest of the crew had it not been for divine intervention. The sea goddess Aesinyara spared Theo and even rebuilt the ship, using the broken wreckage of her father’s ship and a little diamond to fill in the gaps and hold it all together. Wreckage for sentiment, diamond because why not?

Marrick McCaullen, from fantasy series—despite his intimidating size, Marrick isn’t a soldier. He’s a teacher, and everyone loves him (rightfully so). He is in the reserves though, to be called upon in case of emergency

Height—Marrick stands at an even 6’8

Hair—shoulder length and auburn; he has an anchor beard with a separated mustache that has pointy ends

General attire—Marrick usually wears a mix of casual and armor. There’s no armor on his legs, but he does wear a leather cuirass and vambraces

A little about—unlike most of the starting cast for Castle in the Ice, Marrick was not born on Iverness. He was instead born on the mainland, where he lived much of his life before moving to Telenar. Steadfast, noble, and possessing a dry humor, he’s been listed as a favorite character from those who’ve read the books

Luke Del Mont, from unnamed series—arguably a background character because he has no spoken lines in the entire first book

Height—Luke stands at 6’2

Hair—dark brown. Can be mistaken for black in dim lighting. Usually he keeps it shaggy-short, although further into the story, he lets it grow a little longer and his siblings decide they like it a lot and whine at him any time he considers cutting it

General attire—the same hoodie he’s worn for years and sports pants (the comfy kind with the elastic band and loose legs). On occasion, he wears black jeans, but he hates jeans

A little about—Luke is his mother and father’s firstborn, and second oldest of their “extended” family. He was four when Riley and Jimmy came into his life, eleven when Stephanie came into his life, and twelve when Jonathan came into his life. At some point in his early teens, he and Riley stopped getting along so well and started butting heads. A lot. They grew further apart through the following years until their family learned to just keep them from interacting as much as possible. Despite their long-term hostility, Luke yearns for the friendship they used to have

Thomas Del Mont, from unnamed series—technically, Thomas is arguably a background character as well, but at least he has spoken lines. He’s one year younger than Luke; when they were all young, their mother would get strange looks when people learned that Riley was one year older than Luke, who was one year older than Thomas, who was one year older than Jimmy, who was only two years older than Steph and Jess. Their mother often refrained from saying that only three of the kids were actually hers

Height—Thomas stands at 6’ even

Hair—light-medium brown hair. He hardly ever grew it out, saying it was annoying when the bangs were long enough to get in his eyes

General attire—he wears a suit to his office job, though he doesn’t often keep the jacket on. Outside of work, he prefers jeans or pants he stole from Luke paired with graphic tees

A little about—Thomas is my purest cinnamon roll. This man was always the go-between for Riley and Luke; the peacemaker. He was a steady rock for the younger siblings when fights broke out. He has always believed in the inherent goodness of humanity and has always been a prime example of it. Now that Riley and Luke are no longer in the same household, Thomas is focusing on his work and wooing the single mother he met recently. He told Jimmy he’ll win her over or die trying. His life’s dream is for a simple life of providing for and spending time with his family (once he’s got that locked down), and he’s very much on the right track to achieve it

#no main tags #oc tag #tag game #writer games #open tag #open to everyone #my oc #yavs oc #castle in the ice #castle in the ice series #unnamed wip