#p: imogen's words

[sparring-spirals]

imogen being drained by her rudimentary hold on her psychic abilites vs resorting to mind reading bc she just has to get answers to any question that pops in her head and she has a hard time w frustration vs relying on what causes her immense pain as her only way to trust that they're being honest even if it means risking learning something she really didn't want to vs being repeatedly told to announce herself by ppl who unknowingly don't announce themselves on the regular vs so much more

and to add onto my messy "imogen vs" ask idk if it's the right wording and this is pure projection but: the way her relationship to her powers is transpiring kinda makes me feel the same way my ocd makes me feel like idk it's very very interesting and fascinating to me. i'm not sure exactly how to put it and which exemples to give (the character limit doesn't help my rambly nature) so this is a bit of an empty ask but yeah.... anyways keep sharing your thoughts it's always interesting! take care

First of all: thank you! You take care of yourself too. :D

Secondly: Hmmmmm. Okay. Gonna be straightforward here, I'm not sure my askbox/this space is the best option/conduit for this particular ask/line of thought, if only because. I think there is something specific in this you are resonating with/prodding at that draws from you personally, that you're trying to puzzle out.

Which! Is generally a valid and fine way to engage with media and is how some excellent metas are written. I think a lot of Imogen's struggles and characterizations resonate with a variety of mental/physical struggles, and there are so many goddamn layers to read it with. (This excellent post by @mysticalspiders comes to mind).

But also, I am not you, and so I don't feel particularly confident in interpreting something that is serving as a catalyst for your thoughts, in part because I'm absolutely going to interpret it differently, which can land differently if you're drawing from a very personal place when interpreting it.

(You don't have to feel bad about it, or anything, this is also a more general PSA so folks are aware before sending in headcanons/more indulgent projections/extensive theories- not because I dislike them necessarily, but because. I take asks for me to provide Opinions Or Analysis on things.

I definitely interpret things My Way, which can be different than intended, or even a more general "I have no thoughts about this, actually", which can land unpleasantly when people are invested or personally invested in their line of thought.

So, largely to play it safe, I'm going to say here, and also more generally, that I might not engage as much with what I understand as largely indulgent/personal hcs/metas that come through my askbox).

That aside, to the first part alone, I will say that: Yeah Imogen's brain is almost certainly going through a number of tug-of-wars and damage control at all times, and it makes her a very, very fascinating character to pull apart and poke. Definitely feel you on that. 👌

#this got long sorry. i hooe this doesnt come off as rude or blasé i understand the desire to kind of put the words out and see if i/someone #can grok the right parts and pull it out. but also i definitely think some interpretations/analysis can be more indulgence/projection based #which again. is FINE. and a fun way to engage with media (although knowing how to recognize when youre doing it/recognizing the text on its #own. but thats its own thing and not fully the point here). but also those things arent necessarily the best to send out into askboxes #bc if its inherently a deeply personal interpretation. other people are probably not going to get it right. #anyway anon if you decide to write out a meta on this it would probably be very interesting and good. #probably better than me spouting off of what is inherently your brainchild. ;P #spar speaks #ask away! #logistics #im not entirely sure how to tag this one its not very imogen related sorry anon 😅 #imogen temult #VERY tangentially sorry #i probably should have waited till i felt less fried to post this but its been a while and if i left it longer i might never answer #im wiped i apologize if this is rude or doesnt make sense #like a lot of MY readings and analysis tend to be very indulgent and projectiony. even when i try to drag it under control by laying out #all the steps in my thought process. so believe me when i say that im not judging the act of analysing characters indulgently

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I have been wanting to binge some Xaden x you stories but there seems to be none! Thank you so much for writing Late Night Hours!! If you ever choose to write another one, would you consider a healer x Xaden?

-🖤🖤

So glad you enjoyed that story. I loved writing it. 🤍

My kind of girl

Was it an awful idea? Yes. Was it against all restrictions? Yes. Was this not at all how Xaden thought it would go? Hard yes. He didn’t even understand how it started. What brought it all on? He had visited many healers. Had been patched up by so many of them. He never given them any more attention that was needed. Done and forgotten afterward.

But that particular day most of the healers had been out on some sort of training. Spirits only knew what healers could train for but as if all odds were against Xaden, Garrick had a particular taste for blood that day and not even an hour into training, Xaden was clenching his wrist. The skin already blossoming with purple and reds.

“You should get that checked before you start crying”, Garrick chuckled, making Xaden growl, “Suck a bag off…”, “Manners”, Imogen chirped in, “We have a jar of coins remember? For every d and p that comes out of your filthy mouths”, she pointed a warning finger at the two males. “Mommy is mad”, Bodhi chuckled, earning a slap on the back of his head from Imogen.

So Xaden did go even if he was convinced that it was nothing. He still found himself rounding the corner to the healer's wing. Just the moment he kicked open the door his whole body suddenly stalled. It’s as if his brain shut off for a moment before it kicked start again at the sound of a book hitting the floor. The most beautiful eyes looked back at him. Xaden had seen a handful of pretty females. Had a pleasure to interact with them in more than one way but this. You. You made practically every single one of them look like average women.

“How can I help?”, you quickly bent moving to pick up the book. Your cheeks were already pink but that didn’t surprise Xaden, healers rarely left their wings. Rarely interacted with anyone but their patients. Xaden simply lifted his hand upward. He knew how it usually went. Most females clung to him. But you simply nodded, moving around the room and picking up different salves. “I will make sure you’ll be able to fly by the morning”, you muttered after sitting the rider down.

Oddly enough Xaden found himself unable to not look at you. He always liked his girls on the tough side. The more they snarled at him the more he was interested. Nothing was more attractive than riding leathers. But here he was mesmerized by the loose curls, a grayish gown, and even the colorful scarf tight around your head was beautiful to him.

“You’re new”, Xaden’s words were groggy because he had stayed silent for the past couple of hours. The tone was rather intimidating. But you didn’t flinch only blinked a bit faster. “Yeah…”, you muttered, “Only a couple of days here”. Your soft voice warmed parts of Xaden that had been ice cold for yours. He frowned not sure as to what was happening. “And you’re all alone here with only a couple of days of experience under your belt? I wouldn’t trust you to run this smoothly”, it came out more as an accusation than anything else. Making you pull back, “I can handle this. I can handle myself”, and oddly enough Xaden didn’t doubt that.

There was something different about you. Something way more intriguing. Something that caught Xaden’s attention. You also weren’t big on chatter. Nor did his broad shoulders seem to intimidate you much. You didn’t stop to hack at him and that rubbed Xaden in way that he hadn’t felt in a while. Your movements were calculated. As if it was second nature. Well, it very clearly was. It seemed like a dance. One practiced so many times that now it was easy to do it without being able to see. The same way fighting was for Xaden.

“If you won’t move it much today it will be good as new tomorrow”, you turned back, getting straight to cleaning your surroundings. “That’s it?”, Xaden questioned looking down at his bandaged wrist. One that felt perfect as it was now. But how did you manage to do it all so quickly? He usually sat here for ages while different girls fussed over him. “You want a kiss on the forehead too?”, you huffed, making the sides of Xaden’s lips curve upwards. “Do you offer that to everyone?”, he pushed on wanting to see just how far he could take this. “No, only to the ones who are as tall as they are stupid”, you crooked your head to the side, offering Xaden a mocking smile before continuing your way around the medical room.

“Ahh now that’s a low blow, baby girl”, Xaden gently caught your arm, turning you back to face him. Your eyes darted up to look at him. A look of surprise almost immediately replaced by annoyance, “You don’t scare me”. Yet your voice came out barely a whisper. You might not be a scared little girl but the guy in front of you sure was at least twice your size. A light shiver ran down your back. He could easily pick you up with one hand and just…

“Then why are you trembling?”, now it was him smirking once more. Satisfied that he managed to rile up a reaction from your body. But you swiftly pulled your arm out of his grasp, “I suggest you go, rider, before you find yourself unable to”, you pointed towards the door. Glad that there was some distance between you two because your heart was beating so fast you were convinced the male would be able to hear it drumming against your ribcage.

“Feisty little thing you are, huh”, Xaden whistled crossing his arms over his chest, “Unlucky for you, I like my girls prickly”. You lifted your head. Chin held high and fuck did Xaden’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of your delicate features shifting with that sheen of annoyance. “Unlucky for you I know at least forty-five ways to kill you and believe me you’re giving me ideas as we speak”, you nodded towards the door once more. Hoping that he didn’t see your crimson cheeks as he turned around. Xaden shook his head as he reached for the handle, chuckling under his breath. Chuckling… when was the last time he had chuckled? Maybe Garrick hit his head harder than Xaden initially thought. The rider ran a hand over his face but right as he was about to close the door he halted, throwing you one last look, “That pink on your cheeks suits you, sweetheart”. He simply heard a gasp before a cloth was flying right at him but Xaden managed to close the door in time. Frustrating grumbling audible from within the room. He surprised another smile before his cold side clinched around his throat once more. What the fuck was he doing? And why did all of a sudden you felt like his kind of girl? One that he had to win over.

#🖤 anon #xaden riorson #xaden x reader #xaden riorson x reader #xaden imagine #xaden riorson imagine #xaden fourth wing x reader #xaden riorson fourth wing #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x you #fourth wing x reader

[bobfloydsbabe]

you're mine | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

SUMMARY: Professor Bob claims Imogen.

WARNINGS: SMUT, unprotected p in v, public sex (locked bathroom stall), getting caught but not really, age gap (mid 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, possessive professor bob. this is basically straight up porn. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1k

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SPECIAL THANKS to @withahappyrefrain for serving me this idea on a silver platter. This filth would not exist without you, and for that, you deserve a special shout out. Everyone say thank you, Abby. Seriously. Or else. Enjoy ✨

He knows he’s holding on to her hand too tightly as he all but drags her out of the banquet hall and into the bathrooms nearby. He needs to make sure she knows she belongs to him, that all those fumbling grad students have no chance. They have no right to her. She’s spoken for. Now and forever.

The bathroom door closes behind them, and he crashes his lips to hers immediately. She returns it, matches his fervor and her hands thread through the hair at his nape.

“Need you,” he mumbles against her mouth, backing her into a bathroom stall, not caring that someone else could come in. He just needs to feel her, be inside her. Claim her, let her and everyone else know she belongs to him. No one else can make her feel the way he does.

He doesn’t break the kiss as he reaches for the latch and locks the door to the stall. She’s already moaning, roughly pulling at his hair as he hikes the skirt of her dress up, and finds her panties already soaked.

Pushing them aside, he runs his fingers over her slick folds, feels her arousal pooling in his palm within seconds, and she gasps when his finger finds her clit.

He wants her to feel good, but he’s desperately hard and if he’s not inside her in the next two minutes, he might spontaneously combust.

A long whine escapes her throat, and he knows she’s ready for him. “Please, Professor.”

Reaching for his belt, she undoes the buckle and opens his pants. He’s mesmerized as her hand dips below the waistband of his boxers, lets a groan out as her hand makes contact with his cock. He’s leaking pre-cum, and she spreads it across the tip of his cock, making him moan in pleasure. 

Even when he’s in control, she finds a way to take some of his power.

He knows he should get her ready to take him, and any other day, he would happily let her touch him like this until he cums in her hand, but now? Nothing but being buried deep in her sweet pussy occupies his mind.

“Baby,” he grunts as he grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away. His whole body screams at him not to, but he knows this won’t satisfy him.

He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough for his achingly hard cock to spring free, and he grabs her ass. Meeting her gaze for the first time since they entered the stall, he tells her to jump, and she does without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he praises, lining himself up with her dripping entrance. “You good?”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s seated all the way inside her on the first thrust of his hips, and his jaw goes slack from the feeling of her tight pussy fluttering around him.

He wants to allow her to adjust to him, but he can’t. Setting a brutal pace, she whimpers and whines, and all he can do is watch the space where their bodies meet. The way his cock glides in and out of her unrestrained spurs him on, and he can already feel the coil of orgasm growing.

“Hated watching those boys flirt with you,” he mumbles against the swell of her tits that are on the verge of spilling out of her dress. “Hated seeing you smile at them. You belong to me.”

She whimpers, hands gripping his shoulders as her back slams against the steel wall repeatedly. “All yours.”

He groans, his tongue licking the sweat off her salty skin. “They can’t touch you,” he grunts and punctuates the statement with a hard thrust, making her cry out in pleasure.

He vaguely registers the sound of the bathroom door opening, but it closes again almost immediately. He’s not embarrassed that he almost got caught with his pants down. It was this or fucking her on the floor of the banquet hall for everyone to see, but those boys don’t deserve to see her like this. Only he does.

“I’m close,” she whispers into his ear, breathing shallow and strained. “Mmm, just like that.”

He snakes his hand between them and finds her swollen clit, drawing tight circles. “No one else can make you cum,” he growls. 

“No one,” she agrees. “Only you.”

His orgasm approaches at breakneck speed. “I’ll ruin you for anyone else. You are–shit–you are mine to play with, to destroy, hmm, to love. Cum for me, baby. Give it to me.”

She gushes around him, crying out his name while his thrusts grow erratic and his vision blurs.

“All mine,” he babbles through labored breathing. “Gonna fill you up.”

She’s whimpering and whining, sensitive as her orgasm subsides and his builds. “You’re gonna walk around full of me. Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

He spills inside her. Her pussy clenches around him, holding his cock in a vice grip as she milks him for all he’s worth.

He stills and the room goes quiet, save for their breathing. He rests his head against her chest, and he can hear her heart thundering.

“Professor,” she whispers after a moment.

He lifts his head and looks at her. A delicious flush covers her cheeks, her pupils wide and dilated, making her eyes appear black instead of their usual brown.

She looks like she’s been fucked.

He loves knowing he’s the one who did it.

Pulling out of her, he watches as their shared release drips out of her swollen pussy. She hisses at the loss of him, and whines as he sets her back on the ground.

“How do I look?” she asks when they’ve adjusted their clothing and tried to tame their hair.

He grabs the back of her neck, pulling her into a bruising kiss. “Like mine,” he whispers and beckons her mouth open with his tongue. “You’re gonna walk out there full of me, and when we get home, I’m gonna fill you up again.”

She moans against his lips. “Is that a promise, Professor?”

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[hydesghoststhing]

um... on another note. wanna hear the songs that remind me of the captain?

Yes you do. You have no choice. (you can scroll)

1: SHIP IN A BOTTLE! Ship in a bottle - Steffan Argus

I mean? It literally says 'Oh captain, let's make a deal where we both say the things that we both really feel' ok carpe diem

2: Never Love An Anchor - The crane wives

Just listen to it with the idea that the reason the speaker (the captain in my mind) is keeping away is because of how their feelings wouldn't be accepted. Also? 'On some level I really understood that these hands were clumsy, not clever.' plus the snare drum always reminds me of him

3: Neglected Space - Imogen Heap

I imagine the whole series to this song tbh... :p CAUSE ITS LITERALLY ABOUT AN ABANDONED HOUSE. FROM ITS PERSPECTIVE. Its so bbc ghosts and then the captain.

4: As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It - Lemon Demon (+ I earn my life)

This is the captain in about last night.

5: Time Machine - Miracle Musical

idk how to explain this one....

6: Little Pistol - Mother Mother

im getting into territory where I cant explain myself, but please take my word for it

7: Little Miss Perfect....

dont ask me about this one.. look i dont want to talk about it..... /silly

#bbc ghosts #the captain

[rapunzelforlorn]

I made my friend watch heartstopper and here are his reactions

Part 2!

(Season 2)

Ep1

They're too cutsie...understandable

Secret rendezvous

Do they ever not lock lips lmao

A proper couple mates when they aren't smooching

Tao's really warming up to Nick

Tao & Elle being cute

Imogen is good friend

And her dog 😍😍

GSCE like SAT?

Why yell quiet when it was already quiet???

Ben trying to talk to Nick, be buddy buddy ick 🤢

Rugby is BACK

Aye, rugby lad warming up to Charlie?

Flirt with Tao!!

Two month anniversary

Why do only high schoolers celebrate monthly anniversaries?

Kissing in the locker room...boy things

Paris trip mentioned

I wish Tori would hang- Mysterious but supportive

Elle flirting making Tao nervous is everything

Issac single and in his lane as always

Imogen the ✨️Ally✨️

Tao the model

Nick genuinely trying to connect with Tao over a hard situation and him getting overly sensitive

I feel like Tao picked the movie for the night

I'm bisexual actually

NOT BEN!!!! NO IMOGEN NOOOOO

These heartstopper moments got me feeling a type of way

Isaac never leaves that book, is it the same book?

And actually he's bisexual

"Hanky-panky"

Why does Tori use a straw at all times?

Charlie wanting to be protective is great 💜

Ep2

Charlie's grades slipping?

Tao also struggling?

Fuck Ben!

The ban seems...unfair

Nick has a brother??

Charlie's room is rather dark

Makes me wonder why I didn't do school work, it actually wasn't that difficult

Poor Imogen 😭

Who's this new girl??

Elle&Tao's "relationship" becoming p a i n f u l

What happened to 🤢 Ben's other "girlfriend"?

"I hate you cause you literally assaulted him"

What's Nick's deal with his brother? And vice versa

Do we like David?

Just do your coursework Charlie!

Why is sharing clothes a form of romance that isn't romanticized enough?

Charlie offering study advice & help to Nick when he's ALSO struggling

Elle's fits on point as always

The representation in this show is unmatched

Tao might be getting jealous

Is Tao a single parent household?

Imogen 🥺

Nick having ✨️anxiety✨️

Charlie gonna get in trouble 👀

Elle & Tao 🥺🥺🥺

Nick made him watch a marvel movie!!! Tao was right about him 🤣

I'll have a cup of tea, so briiish of him

David...oh Nellie doesn't like David either all I need to know

Fuck David

I'm bi actually!!

David is such a dick!!

Charlie's in trouble now 😬😬

Mom's stern but she's just concerned

Nick's abs 👀👀

Nick being brave and reassuring Charlie

Oh Tao's little heart

Just apple?

Tao does only have his mom 🥺

Fight for love Tao💪💜

Ep3

Issac's dream date is amazing 👏

Tao over thinking the date plan

Rugby lads 🥺

"Good Mates"

Smooching in school again

THEY GOT CAUGHT!!!! 🤣🤣🤣

At least the coach seems reasonable

Go coach!!!

Google's "how to ask out friend?"

Charlie you are a liar!

Issac is so cute

Come on Charlie get it done!!

The teacher kicking out the students 😂

Tara & Darcy don't say I love you??

Isaac 👀👀

Feels like Nick is rushing himself to come out

Oh darn boys & girls can't share rooms

Tao 💀💀💀 over the top

They're so awkward

Tori's at the party 🥳

This is such a big unsupervised party, with alcohol and a bonfire, something bad is gonna happen

That's so much popcorn for the two of them

They're being so awkward 😅

Tao you dork

Darcy is really weirded out about the "L" word

Tao's gonna muck this up

This turned into a fucking rager

Nick is visibly uncomfy with Harry

TAO!!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH & BRAIN UP

Tori came to the party to sit by herself...in the dark...I'm sure she's only there for Charlie but still

Nick is having a BAD time

Charlie to the rescue!

Nick's mom is so sweet

Charlie is so good at comforting Nick on his journey to come out

Interesting is only Elle who's been talked about going to any sort of schooling after high school

Wanting to tell the world about your partner is such a relatable feeling, I feel for you Charlie

Ep4

Paris trip already?

Charlie doesn't seem sure about being sure

Aren't they sharing rooms??

Why is Faruk always yelling?

Isaac not as worldly as I thought

Nick & Tao bonding again?

Nick's dad's French??

I like these bonding moments

Darcy has a point, if we're REALLY underwater why can't we see the fish?? Real questions

Feels like a short drive

Darcy playing dumb about the "L" word incident

Ben is such a fucking jealous creep!! 😫

Isaac never leaves his book

Tao & Isaac splitting the beds feels very dickish but unintentionally

Mr. Faruk & Mr. Ajayi 👀

These are very very small rooms

Love a good breakfast bar

Tao is such a dork

"I wanted to share a bed with you" -C

"I'm sure we'll get to do it someday" -N

Nick you beautiful dummy 🥰

They're gonna miss breakfast

I couldn't imagine a trip like this as a high schoolers

Ben is SUCH A DICK!!

Let Imogen be happy and do couple shit

Darcy calling Tara the mischief maker 😂

My dad's French sounds like such a secret

Charlie being jealous of Tara & Darcy is understandable

And then the reverse Tara being jealous

Darcy...how do you go from mint chocolate chip to strawberry of all flavors, that's not a jump I can accept

Charli not eating??

Oh baby is depressed

Museum dates are also underrated, go enjoy some art with someone you like

I don't think your supposed to photograph the artwork Tao

They make such a better couple "being friends"

Tao knows French?

They both admire each other so much

Poor Imogen stuck with that pos Ben, I can already see it running her trip

Yes! Hang with the gang Imogen

Elle asking good questions lol

Imogen is so smart, so smart

Tao is best when goofy

This poor restaurant dealing with this whole school of kids

Ben next to Charlie 😖😖

Tao would order snails

Awkward dinner seating

Got AWFUL quite all the sudden 😳😳

Go Imogen!!

Woooooah, Harry being a voice of reason?!?

I think that's Harry?

Imogen is the coolest

Again Tao & Nick bonding is my absolute favorite thing

Isaac is not getting that bed back lol

That challenge lasted...maybe a day

Oh there's gonna be hickies 😅

I was right 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ep5

Nick's dad kind of a no show

"Did I do that?" No Nick what do you think 🤣

Why's Tao shirtless??

Issac just cruising through these books

Charlie really isn't eating anything

Is Issac not out?

These pairings for the tower are uncomfy

Annoyed we only saw three pairings

Issac giving Harry the business lmao

Darcy has some real commitment issues or maybe just issues expressing her feelings

Ben is such scum

The eiffel tower song is a vibe ✨️🎵

Nick & Charlie lead the way up that tower lol

Bit of bants between Nick & the rugby lads turned out alright 😏

Harry growing up?

They had the same reaction to Harry 😂

Papa 😅

Tao opening up is so sad

Baby Charlie & Tao 🥺

Charlie & Tao are such good friends

Mona Lisa, rubbish, confirmed

You don't need to understand something to enjoy it, Elle is so wise

Charlie looks like he's gonna be sick

Darcy isn't out to her parents???

Oh he is having a BAD time

Tao & Elle admiring each other 🥰

They smooching!!!!

Mr. Ajayi forcing Mr. Faruk to have fun

Nick addressing Charlie's lack of eating

Charlie is depressed and relatable with the lack of eating

This little shit ignores the bread Mr Faruk gets him and goes straight for the croissant Charlie had in his bag since this morning 😂

Why is being French such a secret??

"You're so cringe!" 😂😂

"Let's promise to tell each other when we have stuff going on?" Yes Charlie let's fucking do that!!!

Couple of runaways

Eps 6-8 coming soon!!

Hes got the right idea

#heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #heartstopper netflix #season 2 #paris

[solitairesyssourcecall]

*zoe (darcy) olsson`

name: zoe olsson

age: 17 (body age is 16, be 15-17 for /r)

source: heartstopper

looking for: tara /r, elle /r /p, tao /p, anyone /p

dni: ben, harry, familyy

personality: chaotic, extroverted, easily excitable

disorders: ADHD, tic disorder, SPD, dyslexia

triggers: SA, emotional abuse, neglection

love language, most -> least: time, touch, words, gifts, service

extra: ESFP, 5'2". book and show canon. oh we also have imogen (goes by pomeline) and charlie.

faceclaim:

#source call #fictive #introject #solitairesyssourcecall

[your-enby-antihero]

It's Okay to feel Betrayed Sometime (Even as a Punk Rock)

Look, look, look I might have hoped for FCG to be more concerned about Ashton when they were separated. I love Love Letters, it is simply adorable but I'm an Ashton Greymoore kinnie and I have abandonment issues so :p. Anyway, I also think Deanna and Ashton should get to be drinking buddies. 

Also on ao3

Ashton is a little bitter about how they reunited with FCG, and Deanna tries to comfort. They mostly yell.

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Ashton was bitter, okay maybe bitter was the wrong word. Angry was more like it, maybe a little defeated, maybe a little scorned, possibly a bit sad. It isn’t like they haven’t been left behind before, fucking hell he has the hole in their head to prove it. Ashton just expected a little more excitement when he reunited with Fresh Cut Grass. When you spend multiple months being teammates and protecting someone and making sure that they don’t go fucking murderous rage bot on the populace of Jrusar you’d think they’d be more worried about you when you get separated at a fucking world-ending event. But unlike the fucking romance novel that was Imogen and Laudna running to each other with the shimmery shojo manga filter overlaying it. Ashton and FCG didn’t even speak a word to each other until FCG started talking about the Changebringer. Maybe Ashton was jealous, not of Imogen and Laudna that was a whole different bag, maybe closer to how Fearne and Orym had reunited. The way that Ashton saw Orym’s eyes light up when he saw the small animal that had scurried back to the table filled with the Hells. Orym who hadn’t really been sleeping, Orym who really hadn’t sighed a sad smile in the past few days, Orym who Ashton had been keeping on “going off the deep end” watch. Even Chetney had been more excited to see Ashton. Ashton had been glancing over to the yellow and cyan aeormaton, but their glowing eyes seemed more focused on the new rose gold and emerald frame in the room. It was fine, they weren’t jealous, Ashton didn’t feel like they had lost a close friend. It wasn’t like Ashton hadn’t noticed that FCG had continuously drifted farther and farther from Ashton and that they’d once again be left behind. Ashton wasn’t deflecting by pretending to be offended by Prism calling Orym her “new best friend” no that was truly his actual literal offence for sure (he was lying).

Just as the groups had gotten ready to part ways Ashton felt a tug on the back of their jacket. Turning around, at a frankly very frightening speed, with fist ready to deck a motherfucker (look it's been very stressful and there had been a lot of bad shit recently can anyone fault Ashton for being fucking paranoid?) Ashton saw the small armoured gnomish woman who had introduced herself as Deanna.

“Hey buddy you doing okay,” she questioned.

Ashton was not one to be comforted, he was always the comfort, a literal rock in the lives of his people. He simply couldn’t just crack and let this total stranger worm her way into his very carefully guarded heart. They had always used anger as a defense, keeping even the closest people like an arm away.

“Fuck off,” they spat, throwing Deanna a bit backward as he was trying to move back down to the bar area.

Who was the Dawnfather chucklefuck to try and interrogate him about how he was feeling? But as he walked he felt a hard grip on their arm.

“Now listen here, I know what you might think of me but I can see you feel like Fresh Cut Grass is leaving you for FRIDA.”

“Fuck off I’m not talking to a priest of the fucking Dawnfather about my fucking business.”

“Listen to me for one fucking second. Look I know how that feels, how do you think it feels for me?! FRIDA is my best friend.”

“Great, glad for you! Fuck off.”

“Hey don’t- listen finally I get someone who genuinely cares about me after being fucking dead and suddenly they’re more concerned about a fucking stranger! Do you know how it feels to just lose everything?”

“No shit,” they huffed, hitting the glassy crystal on his head.

“Then get the stick out of your ass and stop bottling it up. It looks like you and your friends have been through a lot, didn’t the spooky ladies kill a man? You can’t be strong for everyone if you aren’t taking care of yourself!”

“Have you seen Orym? Or Laudna? Imogen? Fucking hell even Chetney. Fearne? Do you know who is after her? Hell, even Letters. They all have so much shit going on, I can deal with my shit on my own. Now. Fuck. Off.”

Deanna sighed sitting down at an empty table off in the corner and deconded Ashton over.

“Least I can do is offer you some company, even if you don’t talk about it right now.”

Ashton begrudgingly sat, arms crossed on the opposite side of the table.

“You drink,” Deanna asked, producing a large bottle of a certainly fucked up type of alcohol.

Ashton let out an exhausted laugh and took the offered bottle. They pulled out the most jank ass Taste of Tal'Dorei shot glass and poured some of the murky liquid into the glass and quickly shot it back.

They sat in amicable silence for a few minutes before finally, Ashton said, “So what the fuck is up with you and Chetney?”

#critical role #campaign three #bells hells #cr brainrot #critical role draddles #cr fanfic #ashton greymoore #brought to you by the great ao3 shutdown of july 10th 2023

[utilitycaster]

i can def agree with you in regards to Laudna’s death staying permanent, but what do you think the odds are that it actually happens? i’m kind of 50/50 myself, because while i agree with it as a broader story-servicing plot development, it feels like Marisha is still p passionate about playing as her, and i doubt Matt would insist on it if she wanted to continue. plus the fact that the BH seem super dedicated to the idea of trying to rez her once they get back to Jrussar, coupled with their fairly good connections to some powerful allies, i think it’s obvious an attempt is gonna be made at least.

obviously i know it’s not something you’ll have a 100% fully confident answer for, but i was curious to ask if you had any thoughts, and on the idea of player satisfaction vs wider storyline benefits as a whole.

Hi anon,

I can't speak to the odds, but I do have a question for you actually:

I've seen a lot of people state variations on "Marisha clearly is passionate about still playing Laudna" and I neither know where that statement is coming from, or why it necessarily means that she wouldn't consider playing a new character.

I don't know how Marisha feels. Obviously it's sad in the moment but she left the table soon after, and if she's said anything specific on social media I am unaware of it. She very well might be passionate about still playing Laudna...but it feels to me like this statement, which is taken as fact by so much of the fandom, has no solid evidence.

I watched Campaign 2, and it is pretty apparent that Taliesin clearly loved Molly and would have loved to have kept playing him, and was incredibly sad over his death, but also played a new character. You can love a character deeply and still make a decision to play a new one. These two things are not in conflict. She can say "I loved Laudna, I would have gladly played her for a whole campaign, but I think it's time for a new character". And she might want Laudna to be resurrected! But literally, we don't know.

Unless Marisha outright says what she wants I think it's pretty frustrating how many people have put words and feelings into her mouth simply because of their own feelings about Laudna (not to mention I have a lot of thoughts about whether they actually have their own feelings about Laudna as an individual, or if it's all just as Imogen's Partner/Delilah's Vessel/Sun Tree Angst Opportunity), and I am not going to be one of them.

#answered #Anonymous #critical role spoilers

[semperbucky]

HEWWO you gotta tell me this, and it's more important than the ACTUAL questions: but does the following make a good fruit salad?

favorite character(s)- 🍋

favorite quote(s) from a fandom- 🍐

favorite costume/outfit: 🍇

favorite finale episode: 🍓

aaa tysm!!!!

first & foremost (the most important question): i think these would make a p good fruit salad! maybe have the lemon be included as lemon juice instead of slices & that fruit salad would be tasty af

(full disclosure i have so many blorbos rotating around in my head at any given moment these are less 'favorites' & more 'the ones that are in my head the most' but i guess that's kind of what favorites are? but i digress) (also apologies for any formatting weirdness - i'm on mobile & never get asks so i have no idea what i'm doing lol)

🍋 favorite character(s): bucky barnes has my whole entire heart (hence the blog name) but i also adore geralt & jaskier from the witcher, entrapta & scorpia from she-ra, basically every character from m*a*s*h (except frank) especially radar, jack (& bitty) from omgcp, & cullen, alistair, dorian, fenris, & josephine from dragon age. i've also been watching a stupid amount of cr recently (trying to catch up on campaign 1 so the references in campaign 3 make more sense - got up to ep72 so far) so i could go through my favorite character from each campaign? it'd probably have to be keyleth (is she endearingly awkward? yes. could she kill me with one look? also yes), caleb (liam o'brien tears my heart out once again), & imogen (we stan a horse girl w terrifying moon powers & a fun scary girlfriend). there's approximately a million more & i've definitely left some out but those are the ones that are popping into my head rn.

🍐 favorite quote(s) from a fandom: the funny thing is that for someone who prides themselves on their brain consisting mostly of quotes/references, i'm drawing an absolute blank. maybe it's a contextual thing? like you have to say the right words in the right order before the quote part of my brain kicks in or something. "'til the end of the line" comes to mind bc of what it represents & everything they've been through together (we gleefully ignore the last bit of endgame). or "it's love that makes people." (alternatively: "life needs things to live.") if you want something even cheesier, i met hayley atwell in london a few years ago & asked her to write "have courage & be kind" on a piece of paper & i plan on getting it tattooed on me somewhere when i finally get the courage to spend money on non-essential things lol

🍇 favorite costume/outfit: it's so basic but i very distinctly remember being entranced by arthur's everyday look from bbc merlin?? like just the simple red shirt & leather pants w the boots & a jacket sometimes. looked so comfy. maybe it was just thinly veiled gender envy disguised as appreciation for the outfit lol. & any time they put morgana in green or her witchy outfit i just 😍

🍓 favorite finale episode: idk if this refers to a season finale or a series finale, so we're gonna pick series finale. i don't usually like finale episodes of any variety bc they mean something is ending, but there are a few that end with just the right amount of closure to make it satisfying. the one that comes to mind rn is the finale of exandria unlimited: calamity (yeah it's not a tv show but it's still a "series" so it counts). brennan lee mulligan is a godsdamned fantastic dm & the whole cast knocked it out of the fuckin park. it hurt like a motherfucker but it was so beautifully done & it was the best tragic but hopeful ending to a series i've seen in a while, possibly ever.

thank you again! hope u are having a lovely day 😊

#semperbucky #asked & answered #that awkward moment when you realize you have so many fandoms picking a 'favorite' becomes near impossible

[tiffanydmuacosplay]

@ozcomiccon wrap up day 2! What a weekend!! 😍😍 I won’t go all sappy again (read yesterday’s post for that 😂) but the same still applies! I FINALLY brought out my Ysera cosplay based on the stunning design by @cinderys_art before changing into Imogen from @critical_role ! Ysera definitely needs some upgrades but it was good to have her almost finished after so long! I’m feeling the post con aches today (not con fit and had the spicy cough a few short weeks ago lol - as an asthmatic it isn’t fun 😂) but I genuinely can’t wait until the next Con adventure! Again thank you to all of the beautiful people for your kind words and for wanting photos - it’s so nice to see you guys like the stuff I make and it always surprises me how much you like it 😍😍 #ozcomiccon #ozcomicconadelaide #adelaideozcomiccon #adelaideozcc #ozcc #ozccadelaide #yseracosplay #ysera #yserathedreamer #cinderysartandcosplay #imogentemult #imogentemultcosplay #criticalrolecosplay #criticalrolecampaign3 #brolycosplay #jacksparrowcosplay #doriancosplay #doriancriticalrole #jokercosplayer (at Oz Comic Con) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd5UUMVBFOD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ozcomiccon #ozcomicconadelaide #adelaideozcomiccon #adelaideozcc #ozcc #ozccadelaide #yseracosplay #ysera #yserathedreamer #cinderysartandcosplay #imogentemult #imogentemultcosplay #criticalrolecosplay #criticalrolecampaign3 #brolycosplay #jacksparrowcosplay #doriancosplay #doriancriticalrole #jokercosplayer

[blue-kyber]

For the longest time, I thought the artist Imogen Heap was actually pronounced "Image In Heat" - the description of a mirage. This is what it sounded like to me. I'd thought she'd wanted to call herself a cool replacement for the word instead of "Mirage."

I had no idea her name was Imogen Heap until years later when I actually saw it in writing.

Boy, I felt dumb. In my defense, when I was a kid, I didn't know that Imogen was an actual name, so my brain matrixed unfamiliar syllables into something familiar. The natural progression for my logic was that the last part was "Heat" and not "Heap." (Unless strongly pronounced, or used in a known word and context, it is hard to differentiate the P and T sounds.) And Imogen sounded like "Image in." What do you see when it's really hot? An image. A mirage. It just made sense to me to say "Image In Heat" and think she was really cool to call herself the description of a mirage.

Because of this audio snaffu, there's a popular band in my book called "Image In Heat." :) It's a friendly jab at my own mental gymnastics to understand her name.

I still love her song "Come Here Boy." It's the chord progressions, the arrangement, and the vibe. I had a habit (still do) of loving a song for the instrumentation with the ability to ignore the words. To me, they become sounds that just hit me in the right way. Words unneeded.

#when you mishear something your whole life #like mishearing song lyrics only to find out what they really are once you see them. #Imogen Heap #Come here boy #A song of hers that I vibed with in the 90's when i was a kid #Youtube

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Anon sent: "Laudna waking up after a night of bondage to find mistress Imogen relaxing with coffee (like the pic lol)"

Laudna groaned as she shifted, her body aching. It felt hard to move, her legs weak and sore. It was an exhausting feeling...and yet, at the same time, she'd never felt more refreshed, more light, and a smile tugged softly at her lips. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, and the smile grew as she beheld the sight before her.

"Look who's finally awake~" a soft, sultry purr rolled over her as Imogen smiled from beside the bed, wearing just a loose robe that hid nothing to the imagination, a steaming warm cup of coffee in hand.

"Mmm, good morning~" Laudna groggily groaned, and she sat up—or, at least, tried to, before suddenly realizing that her wrists and ankles were, in fact, still bound to the four corners of the bed. Imogen softly laughed as she saw her struggle, and she set the mug down on the counter before slowly strutting closer.

"Looks like you're still a little tied up at the moment~" the southern belle purred playfully, leaning onto the bed.

"Y-yes, it does seem like it," Laudna chuckled, lifting her gaze back to her lover with a blush across her cheeks. "P-perhaps now would be a good time for you to, you know, release me, love? We need to meet up with the rest of the Bell's, after all."

Imogen raised an eyebrow at Laudna's reply, before a smirk spread across her face and she climbed onto the bed with her. "Yes, I suppose we should," she replied, moving up to straddle Laudna's lithe figure and slowly make her way up to her. "But not before you're done having breakfast~"

Her hand dropped and ran through Laudna's silken locks, lifting her head off the pillows of the bed and towards the apex between her legs, Imogen's drooling pussy that hovered over her mouth. Laudna blushed at the request, biting her lip, before her gaze lifted to stare deep into her lover's eyes. "Well, if you insist~"

"And I do~" Imogen murmured, both hands now in her hair as she guided Laudna up.

The undead girl laughed softly, before leaning up to plant a kiss on her lower lips. "Well then~ thank you for the meal, Mistress~"

Without another word, the undead beauty went to work, lustfully and eagerly kissing and licking at Imogen's folds—her lover and dearest mistress softly sighing and moaning as she rocked her hips down into her face, fingers tangling in Laudna's hair tighter as she felt her talented lips eagerly devouring her folds. She tilted her gaze up, bit at her lip, and moaned in bliss as her lovely slut so eagerly at her out.

It was several hours later before either were ready to start their day.

#a twisted tale (nsft snippet) #exandria is for lovers (critical role) #lost in a lavender haze (imogen temult) #a gothic daydream (laudna)

[mothcpu]

two simons (words under cut)

possible cw for descriptions of body horror

a lot of this is just vague ideas but i think they add some good image context. was going to make a comic out of this concept but other things got in the way; here’s the partial synopsis:

simon 2 wakes up in a bed in omicron only to find he’s been near-dead for weeks (after the ark launch) and was brought back to life with (reprogrammed) structure gel.

simon 3 wanders in (on his way to do something else) and after the initial ‘what the fuck are you’ moment, they have a long talk wherein s3 explains he’s been trying to keep himself busy while s2 heals from being taken out of the suit (there’s no need for it, there’s nowhere else for either of them to go), so he can keep himself sane enough to explain what happened with the ARK and the scans, and talk about lindwall and cath.

plus something about his own inability (or perhaps cowardice) to destroy himself even when there’s no hope for either of them here.

they’d probably try to save a copy of cath, or just appreciate the time they have left before they inevitably lose power, or reminisce. this is where i realize soma is unbelievably sad and do not entirely know where to go from here :’P

in physical terms both are pretty messed up and are arguably more gel than human, which is the only reason they’re not just rotting away.

S2's body is based off imogen’s appearance in the transmissions, he’s pretty waterlogged and overall fragile due to being removed from the suit after being near-melded with it for so long. the black marks are less rot and more WAU, for better or for worse

S3′s body is headcanon based on herber’s profile image, and is overall in a better condition than s2 physically, albiet without a hand. he’s been cleaning up omicron for a while (clearing bodies, etc, to keep his mind off things), making him theoretically more physically fit.

#SOMA #soma game #simon jarrett #cw #body horror #gore #'how am i supposed to keep up with fashion. look at the beauty standard for canadian men in 2104' #apparently tonight it is time for weeding out the weaker followers by posting paragraphs about things for niche horror games #the only consistency you get from me is robotposting

[bobfloydsbabe]

yours | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

a gold rush fic

SUMMARY: Professor Bob is working on his next book when Imogen comes home and suggests they try something new.

WARNINGS: academia au, age gap (mid 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, SMUT, cockwarming, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise, possessive bob, discussion of birth control and protection, intimacy, and a little fluff. strictly 18+/minors dni.

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SPECIAL THANKS to @up-thereinthesky for the Lew pic and to @attapullman who sent in this delicious ask that set my horny little brain on fire. What was supposed to be a short blurb took on a life of its own, so here we are. Thank you for loving Bob and Imogen as much as I do. Enjoy ✨

He’s sitting at his desk, staring at the blank document on his laptop, when he hears the front door open and close.

He smiles to himself as her stomping footsteps get closer. She’d never survive as a spy with those heavy footfalls.

“Hey,” she says when she appears in the doorway to his office. “You still at it?”

He hums, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Getting nowhere.” 

“Maybe you should take a break,” she suggests and crosses the room, placing her ass right in his lap.

“Perhaps I should,” he agrees and presses his lips to her shoulder. “How was lunch with your parents?”

She scoffs. “A disaster,” she mutters, snaking her arms around his neck, and presses her forehead against his temple. “I don’t know why I expected it to go well. It never does.”

He squeezes her waist, turning his head so their lips can meet. It starts off slow and sweet, a little lazy, just kissing because they can. He’s so lost in her, he barely notices when his cock hardens.

She grins into their kiss. “Someone’s excited to see me,” she mumbles against his lips.

“Just ignore it and kiss me.”

He means it. He doesn’t want to start something when she’s just come home from a bad meeting and he’s supposed to be working on his next book.

She does as he says and keeps kissing him, but after a minute, she pulls away. He sees her eyes dart down to his growing erection.

She looks almost shy when her eyes meet his again. “Do you want me to keep you warm?”

He gapes a little. “Are you asking if you can cockw–”

“Cockwarm you, yes,” she finishes for him, and he detects no hint of joking in her tone.

“Baby,” he whispers, placing his palm against the back of her head. “I’d never ask you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”

She frowns, lips pursed in an adorable pout. “I’m not uncomfortable,” she insists. “I want to.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

She shakes her head. “We don’t need one.” He opens his mouth to argue, but she beats him to it. “I have an IUD, and you’re the only person I’ve been with.”

“Baby, are you sure?” He’s stroking her hair even as she nods.

“Okay,” he agrees and kisses her lips.

She slides off his lap. He rids himself of his joggers and boxers, and strokes his cock to full hardness while Imogen slips her black panties off. She tosses them aside and they land on his laptop keyboard.

As she climbs back in his lap, a sudden thought strikes him. “I don’t have lube either,” he says, trying not to sound disappointed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Smirking, she reaches for his free hand and guides it to her pussy. “Not a problem, Professor.”

She’s already soaking for him.

He holds back a groan as he runs his fingers up and down her folds a few times. He pulls back, looks into her dark doe eyes, and sees love reflected back at him.

He loves her. She loves him.

“You ready?” The hand that isn’t holding on to the base of his cock snakes around her body and rests on her ass.

She nods. “I’m ready.”

She rises to her knees, and he guides his cock to her entrance. They moan into each other’s mouths as his tip slips inside, but then she hisses and Bob’s eyes shoot open.

“You okay?”

"Yeah," she assures him, but her face contorts into a tight grimace. “You’re big.”

He smiles, a breathy chuckle escaping as he leans forward, brushing his lips against her cheek. “I know, baby,” he mutters. “Take your time.”

She nods, biting her lip as she sinks further down on his cock. “Mmm, feel so full.”

“I know,” he repeats. “You’re taking me so well, keeping me nice and warm.”

Stifling a moan, she tightens her grip on his hair. “Keep talking,” she whispers.

“So good for me,” he mumbles, groaning as she slides even further down his cock. “So fucking tight, so warm.” She’s whimpering now. “Almost there, baby. You can do it. My good girl.”

Then their hips come flush with each other, and he’s seated all the way inside her. 

Even though she said it was fine, he can tell she’s feeling the stretch. Bob always makes sure to prep her to take him, and often they don’t need lube, but right now he sure wishes they had. He doesn’t like the face she’s pulling.

Leaning forward, he kisses her lips gently. “You did so good, baby,” he assures her.

It’s quiet when the tension leaves her body, and she sighs deeply into his mouth. His fingertips run up and down her spine, and she shudders at the sensation.

They stay like that, foreheads pressed together. Skin to skin in the most intimate way possible, pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.

“How was lunch with your parents?”

She jerks back, a deep dent between her brows. “You really want to talk about my parents while you’re inside me?”

He can’t help the chuckle that passes his lips. “I never want to talk about your parents,” he explains. “But you came home from lunch upset.”

She sighs, rests her head in the crook of his neck. “They asked me to break up with you.”

He hums, not surprised in the least. After almost a year of being together, you would think her parents would give up and just accept it, but they haven’t. Bob knows they likely never will.

“Hey,” he mutters, making her raise her head to meet his eyes. “I love you. You know that, right?”

Unexpectedly, or perhaps not entirely, she clenches around him. “Fuck, baby,” he groans into her neck. “Don’t do that or this won’t be cockwarming anymore.”

“Maybe it was an excuse to get you inside me,” she says, her tone sounding a little too innocent. She leans down and her lips graze against his ear. “Maybe I just wanted your cock.”

He lifts his head as his hands travel down her spine. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip with her doe-like eyes wide and innocent, as if she isn’t greedy for him, and he’s sure she’ll be the death of him.

Grasping her ass, he plants his feet solidly on the ground and thrusts up into her. He revels in the sound that escapes her, gasp turning into a breathy moan as her fingers scrape across his scalp.

“Do it again,” she whines, eyes closed in pleasure and pussy holding him in a vice grip. “Fuck me, Professor. Make me yours.”

“Open your eyes,” he demands. “Look at me.”

She does, pupils wide with desire and desperation, a delicious flush rapidly spreading across her cheeks and down the column of her throat.

“You are mine,” he growls, punctuating the statement with another deep thrust. “All mine.”

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[railroad-migraine]

if you're currently up for requests could I ask for Orym with either a s/o or crush reader who's tall and when they see their sweet, tiny love getting the shit beat out of him n battle just, pick him up and would hold him so he's safe?

like,

Orym, 3'3", a real trooper with no self-preservation, coughing up blood: "I'm fine, I can fight"

Reader, picking him up like a bag of potato chips to clutch to their chest: "Don't worry honey I've got you!!"

being small has never been so painful or nice for this polite man.

If I had the opportunity, I'd pick up and never let go of that precious halfling. He must be protected at all costs. I love different height dynamics <3

~ Poet

Tall!S/O aka. Height Difference

Orym

Orym is graceful. Not only is his demeanour accommodating, empathetic, and genuine, he's an experienced fighter that values precision and speed over brash violence (can we get an f in the chat for the door that Ashton destroyed).

He is cool and calculated in fights, his attacks striking true and shield deflecting blows with ease. However, he does get into the habit of taking on more enemies than he is capable of on his own. He often finds himself outnumbered and outmatched because his goal in this battle is to keep you and the others safe.

Well, short boi

Your darling partner is NOT gonna vibe with that

When Orym catches a glimpse of you racing towards him in the middle of a fight after he's declined your offer of backup, he's initially more concerned that you might trip or get caught in the crossfire. He wipes away a trickle of blood on his face, smearing it into his skin, but his thoughts are ripped from him as you tug on his breastplate and move him out of the way of an incoming attack.

He's winded, caught off guard, and about to take a defensive stance in front of you, but you again surprise him. You easily sweep him off his feet and distance yourselves from the enemies. You have your halfling boyfriend who's decked in armour and weapons tucked into your chest as if he was a child. He has no words, his mouth parted in surprise.

From his point of view, time slows as he's held in your arms. Ashton starts cackling to himself while charging into the fray. Imogen's eyes shine bright with intense power. Fearne is coaxing Little Mister into fighting the enemy that attacked Orym.

And eventually the fighter manages to crane his head to look up at you, finding a firm yet determined expression on your face. You quickly glance down and adjust him in your hold, the frenzy of battle blurring behind you. You say something ("You okay, hon?") , but his hearing has become muffled and he's perceiving everything as if it's covered with a fish eye lense.

And he's only focussed on you.

You'll later try convince him that he was overwhelmed in the moment and dehydrated from fighting, but he'll ignore you and simply continue to look at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. You were heroic, and brave, and beautiful. Contrary to the party's teasing, he wasn't embarrassed at all that you'd picked him up. He had felt... Safe. Cared for

Short boyfriend likes when you ruffle his hair or place a comforting hand on his shoulder during day to day activities. Has a soft spot for when you guys are seated in a tavern for the evening, exhausted but happy when you lean into him and prop your chin on his shoulder or the top of his head.

He's secretly weak for the height difference. While it can be awkward at times, his heart just blooms with affection as he tugs you down to his level, and you gently cup his face with your hands while he presses a kiss so full of longing and trust to your mouth. His grip on you tightens ever so slightly, lost in the moment and not wanting to let go.

Don't imagine him leaning up on his T i p p y. T o e s.

He wants to fight at the front in order to keep you safe, but when you manage to pull an absurd stunt like that so effortlessly, he knows you'll protect him too.

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Dorian has ✨feelings✨ about Imogen and the music takes over.

Disclaimer: This is my first cr fic and it's kinda hard for me to find a character's voice when the material is improved and still developing. And if I misremember things from exu and the eps just let it add to the story :p

Dorian felt light, not in the normal way he felt light due to the nature of his person, but light in the way that he is pleasantly drunk and playing a tune on his lyre. He let Bertrand wander off into the night and more of his companions were making their way to bed.

For the first time since the business back in Tal'dorei things are beginning to look up. Well, he did get the shit kicked out of him by his new employer in the most nonsensical interview process ever and he did get stabbed by an old man that he now thinks is worth the trouble. It was all worth it. It was worth it to get to Drusar and find these new strange allies.

Dorian plays so prettily and he lets his mind wander. A new song coming to his mind. A song made of soft laughs and purple hair. A song of a sweet sweet drawl. His fingers come to an abrupt halt.

"Oh shit!" He whispers.

The drink must have affected his wits because there should be no way Imogen should be taking the form of his muse. No way...right? She was very sweet and caring. A little reserved compared to her counterpart. He got a shiver thinking about Laudna. She may be nice but he's still getting used to all of that.

No, Miss Imogen doesn't like crowds and can speak in your head and can cast dancing lights and doesn't need his sword.

That line of thinking made his face warm. Imogen is also bold. The way she pulled him in. She even pulled her shirt open! He couldn't not think about how nice it was to hold her as they floated down from the balcony. She apologized for pulling him in. There was no need. He hadn't lied when he said it was like drama club, but drama club didn't make his heart flutter the way she did.

"Oh, a theater kid."

Imogen said the words with a laugh and a bite of her lip. He could have just floated away right there. It was so easy to "yes, and..." her performance. He's a natural performer. She is surprisingly one too.

Dorian let his head fall into his hands. There is just so much to know about her. His inebriated mind is swimming with all the what-ifs--and he shouldn't since it's been a mere few days, but Dorian was a romantic at heart.

His fingers resume their tune. A tune of swirling purple clouds and bright lighting.

"I do think I'm in a little danger," Dorian says with a smile.

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