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paperglader · 1 year

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Episode 52 thoughts:

1. I am LOVING this FRIDA & Imogen dynamic. I am loving the FRIDA & FCG dynamic, FRIDA and everyone dynamic. I love FRIDA.

Seriously, they’re AWESOME. I feel like they just arrived and flirted with everyone and was just the sweetest. Them and Deanna, too??? And their first meeting was so imodna coded😩

I’m obsessed. The coolest bb:

Can we keep them?

Anyways,

2. Loooooved Deanna. Love Aabria in general, tbh. She’s coming for me with this divorce backstory, so delicious. First Laerryn and Quay, now her and Chetney. I love her. Love that she’s making Travis play a romance storyline, too😂

Backstory was amazing, when she was talking about passing and the after life. Poetry.

The way she dealt with Imogen when she woke up from her nightmare made me melt as well🥲 my girl needs some soft people around her at all times (mostly now that she and Laudna have been separated) and I love that she’s meeting people that truly see and appreciate the good in her besides the hells.

3. Ashley freaking Johnson screaming for Imogen to come back from the dream ✨an actress✨ No, for real, it shook me to my core. Cause Fearne doesn’t scream like that. She was desperate. Fearne who just lost Orym, who just lost Ashton and Laudna. And it’s not the first time it happens either. Not too long ago, Orym and Laudna were gone and it was so close to being final. And now Imogen, the superhero, about to be consumed by the storm that she has spent a decade being haunted by and terrified over. These people that she’d grown to love in spite of her hesitance to form any sort of meaningful bond with anyone from this mortal realm, disappearing from her side, and she’s holding on tight but it seems to be like grasping on sand as they slip away from her fingers one by one. Trauma is very much present in this Chili’s tonight.

4. “I got lightning titties!” please someone put it on the Imogen temult once said compilation 😂

5. Loving these new characters making FCG question his faith even further. Generally, I love the back and forth about what they should actually do about the gods, talks of faith and fate. I am here for it.

6. “Smirks in monster fucker” another star quote of the episode.

7. Imodna is constantly at the forefront of my mind and Laura Bailey delivered, as expected. Immy was literally crying any time that anyone showed her any form of kindness or affection. The girl was so sensitive🥲

The sendings, the urgency, the stuttering and how she kept trying, the Whitestone is for lovers T, “I hate not knowing”, her reaction to hearing FRIDA and Deanna’s first meeting, when she was like “this is the first time that we haven’t woken up to Orym doing push ups OR…” and she got so freaking sad. How she looked for her in her dreams, how she touched the red tether right before she went to sleep.

In summary: I’m loving this separation arc so far and I cannot wait for Laudna’s side of things.

8. Ship talk: FRIDA and Deanna are SO imodna coded, it’s crazy and I adore them. They love each other so much. But ALSO, imodna is my endgame but I would not be upset if we get to see something develop between FRIDA and Imogen. I just think that it would be interesting to see Imogen explore something with someone that is more emotionally available at the moment.

I’m not saying they could fall in love or like become endgame material or something cause I do believe that Imogen’s in love with Laudna and that it’s highly likely that she’s aware of it. Also, her priorities are very much on finding her and she’s very much heartbroken by the distance between them, so she is not looking for romance with anyone else at the moment.

(And also, the world is ending sort of)

But FRIDA is so freaking sweet and Imogen’s having an honest to god hard time, and Laudna’s so freaking far (they’re soulmates, they’ve professed their love for one another, but they’re not… romantically entangled? Are they? Imogen has not said anything and she doesn’t know if laudna feels that way, if she’s even capable of ever feeling that way…)

I wouldn’t blame FRIDA if they became infatuated with Imogen, and I just think that Imogen deserves to be called beautiful and wonderful and good and some harmless flirting would just be nice to see.

It’d be a little like Yu and Laudna, just sort of a reminder of what some of those aspects of a romantic relationship would look like for them. It’d definitely be a “my heart belongs to another” type of thing but also it could be harmless and sweet.

Anyway, none of this probably will happen because FRIDA has chemistry with literally everyone and I’d like to see any version of that anyway.

#we didn’t really get any answers this ep but it was great and I actually love the route they’re deciding to take with the solstice #i will miss marisha ray on my screen but it’s alright she’ll be back #critical role #imodna #bells hells #c3 #campaign 3 #spoilers #campaign 3 spoilers #c3 spoilers #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #laudna #imogen temult #fearne calloway #apogee solstice

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radama-zard · 6 months

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Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 4 - Cemetery

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FCG/Laudna - ModernHuman AU

“And… there! Like that, Laudna?”

Fresh Cut Grass grinned, shuffling back just a bit on their butt, letting Laudna fully see the spread laid out before them. Little cakes and pastries, muffins and danishes, all laid out on brightly coloured plates, decorated with spiders and ghosts and other spooky little flourishes. All sat neatly upon a soft, red and gold blanket, fluffy to the touch and a warm respite from the cool stone below it. With a hot thermos of freshly brewed tea and some delightfully antique tea cups, their picnic was perfectly complete.

All he needed now was Laudna’s approval!

And boy did he ever get it, as the pale woman squealed in delight, dark eyes sparkling like the stars above them, made even more beautiful by the soft candle light that surrounded them, flickering from their homes upon the many graves that surrounded them.

“It's perfect!" She cried out, dropping to her knees to pull Fresh Cut Grass in a spindly embrace. They could only laugh warmly in turn, slipping their arms around her lanky form and sharing their warmth with her. Laudna never had been one to handle the cold well…

“It is? I’m real glad t’ hear that!” Fresh Cut Grass let out a sigh of relief, as they felt Launda ever so slowly curl herself further around him, much like a cat circling and needing a couch before getting settled in just right. “I wanted to make a good impression for your folks! Do you think they like it?”

There was a beat of quiet, as Laudna ever so softly hummed, peering over her date-mate’s shoulder at her parents’ grave. Once upon a time, coming here had brought her nothing but grief, reminding her of everything that had been, of just what had been ripped from her grasp with such cold, ruthless cruelty.

That was then though.

Now? Now this was a place of memory, of whispered midnight conversations and excited titterings about her wonderful friends, so filled with warmth and love and everything Laudna had been deprived of since their passing.

Friends who felt like family, who made sure she never had to face another sad day alone. Who appreciated her energy, her endless enthusiasm for the dark and macabre, who saw her as spooky, and fun scary!

And among all those, Fresh Cut Grass was the one who had set her dead heart alight. Her parents would have been thrilled, she thought, to have her finally find the love she’d gushed over in stories in her, admitted lonely, childhood.

“I think they love it~” Laudna affirmed, darkly painted lips pulled into a wide, almost eerie smile. Yet they saw beyond it, past the spooky veneer and to the heart of it all. There was a warmth to her smile, an endless fountain of love that left Fresh Cut Grass’ heart ablaze, glowing with an adoration that couldn't be contained, that spilled over into a sweet, tender kiss.

One Laudna happily returned.

“Then I agree with ya! It's perfect.”

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #Laudna #FCG/Laudna #FCG x Laudna #bells hells #Puppet Pals #modern human au #Day 4 - Cemetery #dungeons & drabbles 2023

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sylvanfreckles · 1 year

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Day 05: "I Hate You"

Part 5 of Deck the Hells

Fandom: Critical Role Rating: G Warnings: None

Summary: Fearne struggles with her feelings toward her parents after a difficult day and a brush with another Unseelie assassin. (Read on AO3)

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As tiring as the day had been, Fearne found herself unable to drift off to sleep as fast as she usually did. She lay curled up on her side, back to the fire, staring out at the shadowed jungle around them as everything that had gone wrong played back through her head.

They’d been doing just fine until today. A nice man at the university had offered them a lot of coin, and access to the restricted archives, if they gathered a few ingredients and samples he needed from the jungle. She’d found two flowers she’d never seen before, and Laudna had had proved to be a remarkable fisherwoman and easily caught plenty of fresh fish for dinner. For a few hours the Apogee Solstice seemed too far away to worry about.

Then the shadows struck.

Horrible, smokey apparitions, appearing out of nowhere to cut the Bell’s Hells down. Imogen had fallen with a cry, and for one heart-breaking moment Fearne had thought her friend was done for…like Eshteross and Orym’s family…but FCG brought her back.

The truth had made Fearne sick to her stomach. It was another assassin from the Unseelie, hoping to kill or capture Fearne to get to her parents. Just as Yu had said, this assassin didn’t bother to reason or try to see their side of things, and they’d fought to their last breath, spitting in Orym’s face as he made the killing blow.

He’d been quiet after that. Fearne knew he never liked killing, even to protect his own life. He was taking first watch with Ashton now, though she suspected Ashton had suggested it so they could keep an eye on Orym.

She rolled over to stare at their little group. Laudna had wrapped herself around Imogen protectively, and FCG rested next to them, holding hands in case Imogen had a dream. Chetney was on the other side of the low fire, a little too still to be sleeping peacefully. He blamed himself for not catching the scent of the fey before the attack and had been on high alert ever since. Orym was sitting on a tree stump, staring out at the jungle, knees tucked up to his chest. Ashton sat on the ground with their back to Orym, but Fearne didn’t miss the way they had leaned back enough to rest their head on Orym’s shoulder.

It was too much. Fearne rolled back over, facing away from them. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting down the pain that tried to overwhelm her. They hadn’t done anything to deserve this. They’d been pulled into this conflict with the fey courts because of Fearne’s parents. Because of her.

They all said it wasn’t her fault, but she had a hard time believing that most days.

Fearne fumbled with one of the pouches at her waist and pulled out the dolls Chetney had made for her all those weeks ago. Back when she’d been trying to figure out how to talk to her parents, when all of this anger first started bubbling up in her chest.

She curled up tighter and cupped the dolls in her hands, bringing them close to her mouth.

“I hate you.” With that first whisper, a tear trailed down her cheek to soak into her hair. “I hate you. Imogen almost died today, Orym’s sad, everyone got hurt, and it’s all because of you.”

Fearne sniffed, hugging the dolls to her chest as her heart ached. “I don’t, really,” she whispered. “I just…why couldn’t you just be my parents? Why couldn’t…” she swallowed, unable to even whisper it. Why couldn’t she be enough for them? Why couldn’t they give this up for her?

“Fearne?” Imogen’s hand on her shoulder pulled Fearne out of her dark thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” she sniffed, sitting up to look at Imogen more closely. “Are you okay?”

Imogen gestured to where she and Laudna had been curled up together. “Just thought you looked a little lonely over here. Wanna join us?”

She shook her head, looking down at the dolls still clutched in her hands. “No, I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Mm-hm. Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

Imogen let out a sigh and lowered herself down to sit next to Fearne, looking out over the darkened jungle with her.

“You know, sometimes I hate my mom,” she said, after a few moments of silence had passed. Fearne looked over at her, and Imogen offered a weak smile. “Now that I know she’s not dead. There’s so many things she could answer, but she just keeps telling me to run away.”

“I’m sure she has a good reason,” Fearne suggested.

Imogen’s smile softened, and she leaned against Fearne’s shoulder and gently traced one of the dolls with one finger. “I’m pretty sure they do, too.”

Fearne sighed. “Well…that doesn’t really make it any easier.”

“I imagine not,” Imogen said with a chuckle. They were quiet for another few minutes, but it was the easy kind of quiet. The ache in Fearne’s chest was loosening up a little, and she glanced over her shoulder to find Orym watching them.

She lifted her fingers to wave at him, and he returned the gesture. He looked a little better now, which was a relief. She hated seeing her friends so upset.

“You know, I think I’m tired after all,” she said.

“That’s great.” Imogen climbed to her feet and held a hand out to Fearne. “Come on, there’s plenty of room with us.”

Fearne took her hand and followed her over to where Laudna was waiting, and they settled down with Imogen between them. Fearne wrapped her arms around both her friends, muffling Imogen’s giggle as her face was squished into Laudna’s shoulder.

“Love you guys,” she whispered, resting her chin on top of Imogen’s head and her cheek against Laudna’s. She barely heard their answers, thinking of the dolls she’d tucked back into her belt pouch.

Love you, too.

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember2022 day5 #i hate you #fanfic #critical role #campaign 3 #bells hells #bell's hells #fearne calloway #imogen temult #angst #worry #fearne is just full of bad feelings

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sofigrace · 2 years

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heeeey, remember this post? well, my hand slipped...

The Promise

Critical Role - Campaign 3: Laudna & Ashton, implied Laudna x Imogen. Angst, hurt/comfort.

Laudna was staring at Imogen, who was sleeping close to her, her face inches from her own. She seemed calm, younger. Laudna was a bit jealous.

She tried to sense Her, tried to see if she was listening, silent but awake, but Laudna felt nothing. It was common, she’d noticed, for Delilah to disappear for a while after one of her episodes, which had become more frequent. Apparently possessing a whole dead woman took a huge toll on the neceomancer, and Laudna would feel good about it, if it weren’t for what happened that day.

Delilah had taken over her again, this time with enough power to strike against her friends. She didn’t remember (she never did) but when she woke up she saw what she had done.

No, not me, she reminded herself. Delilah.

Orym, sweet strong Orym, was unconscious on the ground, Fearne and FCG hovering over him. He was okay, Imogen had told her when she sat up, just a bit hurt. But Laudna had seen the tear tracks on her cheeks, the nail marks on her throat, and the way Chetney was staring at her warily, chisel in hand.

“Imogen,” she’d said. “What did I do?”

She had tried to sugar coat it, saying it wasn’t that bad, saying they took care of it. Saying that they were on the way to fix it, to fix her, and they wouldn’t stop until they did. But Imogen didn’t need to say it out loud for Laudna to know what had happened: Delilah had gotten out again, and she had tried to kill her friends.

They set up camp, deciding to rest and continue their trip in the morning. Orym had woken up and, though a bit groggy, had assured her he was okay. Imogen had taken her usual place next to Laudna and fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted.

By the light of the fire, the nail marks on Imogen’s throat stood out greatly, and she saw a slight purple bruising starting to form, where her own fingers had pressed, hard and unmoving.

Laudna stood up and walked towards the fire. Ashton, having volunteered to take the first watch, was staring at it, their back towards her. The glass hammer shone brightly, reflecting the light of the flames.

“If you’re a crazy necromancer lady trying to kill me,” they exclaimed, “I’m really in the mood for a beating.”

Laudna laughed. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Ashton smiled at her when she sat next to them.

They had become quite close in the time they’d traveled together, and Laudna was grateful everyone else was asleep. Besides Imogen, they were the person she trusted the most. The only one in the group that didn’t start treating her differently after Delilah started manifesting

She dreaded what she was going to ask them to do

“You’re thinking too loud,” said Ashton after a while. “You’re gonna wake up Imogen.”

Laudna spared one look towards the sleeping form of the most important person in her world. Her purple hair framed her face like a halo. It almost hurt to stare at her for too long.

“I almost kill her today.”

She hears Ashton exhale roughly. “Bullshit.”

“I almost kill all of you.”

“No. Lady Briarfuck almost kills us. Not you.”

“But it was me. It was my blast that hit Orym. It was my hand that choked Imogen when she tried to…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. She couldn’t even fathom the possibility of hurting the people she cared about. But she’d done it. Possessed or not possessed.

“This can’t happen again.” She finished.

“And that’s why we’re heading to Whitestone. To figure out how to remove the crazy bitch from your head.”

“Ash…”

Ashton looked at her, and the look in their eyes told her they knew what she was thinking. She was almost sure all of them thought about it at some point, but didn’t dare to say it.

Well, all of them except Imogen.

“If I lose control again…” she started.

“Get the hell out of here with that.”

“If it gets as close as it did today you need to promise me that you will end it.”

Ashton looked at her with fury and sadness in his eyes. “End you, you mean. Fucking kill you.”

“Well, when you put it like that-“

“No fucking way.”

“Ashton…” she pleaded.

“Don’t ‘Ashton’ me. You’re tired, you’ve just been possessed by a dead woman, you’re not thinking clearly.”

“It’s the clearest thought I’ve had in a while.”

“Have you talked to Imogen about this? Cause I’m sure she’d have some words-“

“She wouldn’t accept it! You know that!”

Laudna was begging now, tears prickling at her eyelids. Ashton noticed it, but they didn’t seem to be backing down.

“She loves fiercely and she loves selfishly, and I love her for that, but right now it’s not what I need. And even if she did accept…she wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Laudna knew she wouldn’t, if their situations were reversed.

“And what makes you think I will?” asked Ashton a bit calmer.

Laudna smiled sadly. “Because you’re the only one who understands.”

And that was the thing. The unwritten rule they’d almost died for. The rule they still believed in, as long as it was them who got to take the fall. They never thought about it the other way around, they couldn’t. But they knew Laudna was right and they knew that, if they were in her shoes, they would’ve expected the same from the others.

And she knew that they knew that.

They didn’t like it. Hell, they hated it. They hated how she was right. They hated the notion of having to end their friend’s life. And most of all, they hated that little whispering bitch that made them agree to this horrible plan.

Ashton didn’t say anything else, but Laudna knew she had won. She felt relief, but also guilt. Guilt at having to ask this of Ashton. Relief, knowing they wouldn’t let her hurt her friends again.

“You know, if I have to end up doing it,” said Ashton, looking at the flickering flames again. “Don’t go away too fast, I’m gonna meet you there.”

“Why?” asked Laudna, her eyes not leaving their face.

“Cause Imogen’s gonna fucking kill me.”

This elicited a laugh from Laudna and a small smile from Ashton.

They put an arm around her and she lay her head on their shoulder, hoping the promise they made that night wouldn’t have to come to fruition.

#critical role #bells hells #laudna #ashton greymoore #imodna #laudna & ashton #imogen x laudna #southerngothic #sofigrace #critical role 3 #fanfiction #cr fanfic

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captaincleverusernamehere · 2 years

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oh FUCK okay so the possibility of werewolves really got me thinking, and that thinking made me sad so I’m gonna share it with you:

For starters, I don’t think fcg Can be turned into a werewolf, so that’s out, BUT

Dorian or Orym: you just KNOW that if one of them was turned, and was locked up in some way during the night by the rest of the party, the other one would stay up all night with them, guarding and looking out. Dorian be worried out of his mind, and play music all night to calm both himself and the wolf-Orym. Orym would sit sentry, and start talking to himself -but really to Dorian, who I’m going to pretend wouldn’t be able to understand him- and tell stories about Zephrah, or plans to help him, or just mapping out the next steps in whatever quest they’re on, and it would be the sweetest saddest thing ever.

Imogen: AAAAAAA. Imogen is already so used to isolating herself. If she got turned into a werewolf she would just take it as another sign that she can never find a home, because now she’s a threat to her new friends who were actually accepting her for who she was. She’d immediately feel guilty for being turned and try to stay away from everyone, which of course everyone would tell her she’s being ridiculous for and that they would do anything to help her instead of pushing her away and ooouuughgh the FOUND FAMILY in this one hhhhhhh.

Laudna: I actually kind of have no idea what Laudna would do (or Look Like????) as a werewolf, if she’s even able to be turned into one. I think she’d weirdly be the most calm about it. She’s been through weird shit like this before. I don’t think she’d be that worried for herself, but it also wouldn’t really occur to her that this weird thing that afflicts her Could actually be harmful to other people this time. Imogen would be insanely stressed from the second she learns about it, and most of Laudna’s resolve to deal with this problem comes from making Imogen feel better.

Ashton: Strangely enough, I think he’d be the one to treat it with the Exact composition of urgency and calm that the situation would call for. They’ve absolutely gotten horrendous injuries or infections, and they know exactly what to do. Maybe not specifically in this situation per say, but he knows people who know people and would be the person with exact solutions to cut through the panic of everyone else. They’d absolutely make some stupid snarky jokes along the way though. He’d react the same to anyone else being bitten as he would to himself.

Fearne/Chetney: 100 dead 301 injured campaign over that’s it no one can stop them it’s the end of exandria fhddjj

BONUS: who I think would hide that they’ve been bitten for the longest

Dorian (doesn’t want to impose), Fearne (she was Gonna tell everyone but she just forgot, oops ^_^), Laudna (she just wouldn’t notice she got bitten. Someone else would ask and she’d be like ‘OH I thought that was just the blood that’s normally there. Huh. We should do something about that then…’

#this is just how they would react to THEMSELVES being bitten btw #I could do a WHOLE OTHER POST about how they would react to someone else being butten #bitten**#in fact I kinda already started that w orym and dorian’s #anyway will this happen? no. would I Like To See It? yes omg #critical role #cr3 #cr3 spoilers #laudna #imogen temult #fresh cut grass #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #fearne calloway #chetney pock o'pea #dorym #southern gothic #cr3 prediction

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