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cranesofibycus · 2 years
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BIG MOON, LITTLE MOON, AND WHATEVER COMES NEXT . . .
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marvelousbelladonna · 2 years
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Ashley is me during Laudna and Imogen scenes
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trickfoots · 2 years
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Laudna after crushing the stone:
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sivsii · 2 years
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“You lied”
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criticalsorcery · 2 years
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do you have a key?
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Can't stop thinking about Chetney's gift to Orym. Three moons. His quiet, "Big moon... little moon... and whatever comes next."
Permission. We don't know if Orym has granted it to himself yet. Permission to move on from grief, permission to love again. But there it was, said out loud for maybe the first time.
Chetney's quiet gift telling Orym that he deserves it, when he's ready. That there is life and love after death. And it doesn't mean the ones we loved are forgotten or dwindle in importance. The mark they carve is right there with us forever, carried into the next chapter. And that's perfectly okay.
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vethbrenatto · 2 years
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‘FCG is a Flat Exandria-er’ Conversation but it’s just Matt’s Face Journey
[conversation context:
FCG: I wonder how many days it would take to sail [to the edge of the world.] Imogen: You know how there’s like... water? What do you think happens to the water? FCG: What do you mean? At the edge? Imogen: Yeah. FCG: Same thing that happens to the land. Imogen: Which is what? FCG: It just ends. Imogen: The water doesn’t fall off anywhere, it just...? FCG: Goes to the other side? The under? Imogen: Do you think it’s a double-sided flatness? Do you think there’s a whole other world on the opposite? FCG: Gosh! We’d have to ask a real science person. Imogen: Yeah, maybe we should find one for you. FCG: Wow! Do you think there’s people just on the other side? Like we’re on top and they’re on bottom. Imogen: Maybe. But don’t you think it’s weird no matter how far we go, the edge never gets closer? FCG: It must be very far.]
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rubiscothegeek · 2 years
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Marisha: *describing a crusty mouldering makeup kit*
Travis "theatre major" Willingham:
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immult · 6 months
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Imogen, despite her atrocious melee attack bonus:
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GIVE THIS HORSEGIRL HER DAGGER BACK SHE LUSTS FOR BLOOD CAN'T YOU SEE!
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pixel8 · 2 years
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What did you do?
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deprecious · 14 days
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Marisha: *doing the bicep push thing* see if you can double it up with boobs, too, and get nice cleave
Sam: alright it's twitch - there's a TOS
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cranesofibycus · 2 years
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For all your ‘my character was just involved in something weird and dangerous and none of us fully understand what it means yet but oh wow I love this game and my friends so much’ reaction gif needs 
(+ bonus skyship taliesin <<^__^>>)
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marvelousbelladonna · 2 years
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I’m still actively weeping because of the last episode
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counterspelling · 2 years
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Endless Bells Hells 1/???
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annemarieyeretzian · 2 years
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eshteross,,, baked them 50+ ginger chai cookies and put the cookies into a prepared purple-lined box and tied it with ribbon,,, if anything happens to this old orc I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself
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kmkalan · 2 years
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💜 🖤 💔
Cant stop thinking about Laudna just sinking to her knees at the front of the ship, eyes vacant, those words echoing echoing echoing, not registering the night as it passes, only stirring when Orym finds her just when he comes up to go through his exercises in the early dawning light: curled on the weathered planks, the pieces of gem still clutched in her palm.
She wipes the trails of dark tears from her eyes, and does her best to situate a smile across her face. Her soft “It’s alright. It’ll be alright.” is as close as she can get to honesty- she isn’t sure she believes her own words, can see he isn’t certain either- but at the very least it’s lacking the false brightness she can so easily don like armor.
She sets a hand on his shoulder in response to the clear concern on his face, the genuine “are you okay?” that she knows he actually means.
He doesn’t miss that her response didn’t quite match his question, and wonders what “it” is as Laudna disappears down the stairs into the ship.
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Also thinking about Laudna doing what she does best- finding a dark, forgotten corner, making it her own. Settling between some crates and a wall deep in the cargo hold, disappearing into the darkness, a gentle “I’ve found a spot to nap, just need some space please” sent to Orym, who she knows is the most likely to respect her request for privacy.
Imogen wakes in the morning, panic rising despite all the other emotions churning in her chest when Laudna hasn’t returned to the room, when she’s not in with the others, in the mess or on the deck.
Orym spots her increasingly wild eyes, breaking from his exercise routine to come and lay a soft hand on her glove, relaying Laudna’s message about finding somewhere to take a nap.
When that seems to only slightly ease Imogen’s distress, he opens his mouth, then pauses, concern and respect for his friend’s privacy warring. Imogen notices.
“What? What is it?”
Oryms brows crease further. If anyone has insight into Laudna, it’s Imogen. The concern wins out.
“I- I think Laudna slept on the deck last night?” He phrases it as a question, though he’s almost certain that it’s true. He waits, other questions in his eyes that he doesn’t say. (Why didn’t she go back to your room? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is she okay?)
But Imogen’s throat has locked up and all she can manage is a tight nod and a strangled “Oh. Okay.”
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