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A wip I don’t think I’ll be finishing 🥲
#I started rendering it and my brain got distracted but I haven’t done a good fan art in a minute#the more imodna the better#if anyone wants the partial render of this lemme know lol#critical role#critical role fanart#imodna#cr3 spoilers#critical role spoilers#imogen temult#laudna#laudna x imogen
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Carry your girlfriend
#critical role#critical role fanart#laudna#imogen temult#cr laudna#imodna#southern gothic#my art#c3e74#cr spoilers#tried a new brush for lining again! like this one a lot better#concistency in my art style? i don't know her#been working on lighting too. i'm just playing around to try to figure out what works#gonna try to do art practice more concistently and see where it gets me
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#imodna#imogent temult#laudna#my art#i redid this from scratch at a different angle despite being very far because i did not like it :) this is much better#but i dont like fabric that was a HURDLE#more gay hands more gay hands#;)#cr3
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the song of achilles/ yellowjackets/ forest lawn by better oblivion community center/ wuthering heights/ critical role campaign 3 ep 35/ yellowjackets/ the lady of the camellias/ in a week by hozier
#web weaving#better oblivion community center#yellowjackets#hozier#imodna#wuthering heights#the song of achilles#the lady of the camellias#if anyone has more fucked up corpse imagery to recommend i will love you
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Irreplaceable
“Are you sure you… want me there?”
Imogen’s eyes widen in shock, dread and anxiety simmering in her stomach. “What do you mean?”
She watches as Laudna looks between herself and FCG, her discomfort evident even to the robit healer. Imogen mentally asks Letters to give them some space, nodding when they tell her they’ll be right outside the door, just in case.
Once they’re alone, Imogen sits next to Laudna on the bed. She nudges the other woman with her shoulder, silently asking Laudna to continue.
Laudna refuses to meet her eyes, instead fidgeting with her hair and glancing at the relatively barren room. Fondness tugs at Imogen’s heart at the sight.
“Well, you know,” Laudna stutters out, her hands even more expressive than usual. “I just don’t know if I’m really the person you want helping you with your dreams, anymore.” Her hands drop to her lap, wringing together as the rest of her body tenses and curls in on itself.
Imogen grabs one of Laudna’s hands, pulling it to her chest. “Why wouldn’t you be, honey?”
Laudna swallows hard, her eyes panicking as she struggles to get the physical words out. Imogen gently opens their connection, mentally encouraging her to send through whatever thoughts she can’t quite make into words.
Well, she says hesitantly. Letters was with you in this last nightmare— which I’m very curious to know how— and I know they wrote in my notebook after your nightmare in Bassuras. Laudna tenses, looking ready to pull her hand from Imogen’s grasp.
Imogen’s heart stutters, regret leaving a bitter taste in the back of her throat. “Oh honey,” she whispers before pulling Laudna into her, wrapping her arms around the other woman as tightly as she dares. “There’s no one else I’d rather have with me than you.” She speaks the words directly in Laudna’s ear, wanting her to hear the weight of them. Imogen pulls back slightly, one hand reaching to cup Laudna’s face and tilt it until she looks once more into Imogen’s eyes.
“Letters has been casting this spell every night that lets him come into my dreams.” She gently brushes her thumb across Laudna’s cheek. “And I’m so sorry about the journal. I didn’t realize how stupid and selfish I was bein’, and I hope you can forgive me for that.” Imogen looks down in shame, memories of their falling out coming to mind. She shakes them away when Laudna rests a hand on her arm, squeezing lightly.
You had every right to be upset with me, Laudna thinks clearly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. But I forgive you for the journal. I know it’s difficult for you to write after them. From through their connection, Imogen sees herself gasping awake, her hands shaking so badly she can’t even hold the cup of water Laudna always brings to her.
Imogen nods, shame still licking at the bottom of her stomach. She lowers her hand from Laudna’s face, instead resting on her shoulder, her fingers playing with some wayward strands of hair. Her dearest friend looks back, her eyes unfocusing for a bit as she gets lost in thought.
Why was Letters casting that spell every night? How long has that been going on? Laudna chews on her lip, her shoulders curling in again, though perhaps not as much as before. Imogen nealy balks at the question, only steadying herself when she feels the insecurity pulsing through their shared bond.
“Just the last few days,” Imogen assures, licking her lips. “I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping after you- died.” Imogen chokes on the word before swallowing back a sob. “I didn’t wanna be alone if I ever saw you walkin’ into that storm.” Flashes of Laudna laid out on the sandy street— black ichor pouring out from the gaping wound in her chest— escape through the connection, taking with it all the anguish and fear and loss that Imogen never wants to feel again.
Laudna recoils, her eyes widening in surprise and sorrow. Darling, I’m so sorry.
Imogen raises a hand, stopping whatever else Laudna wants to say. “Don’t,” she whispers. “I never wanna lose you again, but I don’t think I can talk about that right now.”
Laudna nods, her lips pulling down in a deep frown. Imogen grabs one of Laudna’s hands again, bringing it up to her lips to press a soft kiss against her knuckles.
“I want you with me in my dreams, honey,” Imogen whispers. “I really do. But I don’t wanna put that on you right now.” She blinks away a few tears. “We just got you back. I don’t want you dealing with my shit after everything Delilah put you through.” Imogen smiles bitterly into Laudna’s hand, finding some modicum of relief from the familiar coolness she almost lost forever.
The other woman takes Imogen in, her eyes tracing over every feature and leaving Imogen feeling like an exposed nerve.
While I appreciate the concern, Laudna sends through their connection. I don’t want you to go through this alone, and I don’t particularly like feeling… replaced.
Imogen’s eyes go wide with shock, another crack forming in her heart at the despair she feels, both on her own and through their mental link. “Laudna, no one could ever replace you,” she nearly laughs out, her voice wet with tears. She drops Laudna’s hand, reaching once more to cup the other woman’s face. “You’re my person. Who else’ll bring me water or put on puppet shows for me?”
Laudna’s body finally relaxes, leaning her cheek into Imogen’s warm palm before turning to kiss it briefly. Tears stream down her face, though Imogen knows these aren’t borne from pain or fear.
“I love you,” she whispers into Imogen’s palm, her lips smiling against Imogen’s skin.
Imogen practically beams, pulling Laudna in until their foreheads rest together. “I love you too,” she whispers. “Always.”
#critical role#critical role spoilers#cr spoilers#laudna#imogen temult#imodna#fcg#fresh cut grass#my fic#insecurity fic#this is what I desperately want to happen next episode when they try to sleep again#this was originally meant to be nothing but angst but I needed the fluff#irreplaceable tag#changed name bc i found a better one that matches the fic more#Neba writes
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coals by modern baseball is so bells hells but specifically Imodna
#i love this song so much#always getting better#critical role#bells hells#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#youll find it hard to miss your family when everyday youre part of one more
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here are all of the museum au snippets & prompt fills that i can find in one place, for convenience & enjoyment!! i am working on writing an actual story for this au, which i love very much, & some or all of these snippets may appear in it or may just be bonus material.
blurb exercise for museum au
ashton & laudna scene - ameliorate prompt
laudna & delilah scene - precocious prompt
laudna hiring ashton scene - defiant prompt
laudna & imogen scene - scattershot prompt
laudna & imogen scene - fettering prompt
laudna, orym & imogen scene in the desert site - restricted prompt
laudna restorations scene - brush prompt
laudna & imogen scene - effective prompt
can i kiss you imodna scene - hands prompt
laudna imogen & a hallway full of kids scene - bedazzled prompt
fearne & imogen scene - fresh/renewed prompt
orym & fearne spying on imogen scene - scheme prompt
laudna & imogen first meeting - snippet
laudna & imogen scene - bonsai prompt
first chapter snippet
hoping to add more soon or, even better, a link to the story on ao3 when i finally get it going. enjoy!
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The thing about Imodna is that, fucked up as they are, they demonstrate the realities of the dynamics of so many wlw relationships. For better or worse, really. And for two women married to men who bring them to life I think that that is kinda beautiful. Sometimes love is more significant than health and that’s fucked but, baby, if it ain’t human, baby, if it ain’t real.
#critical role#cr#marisha ray#imodna#laura bailey#bells hells#imogen temult#laudna#trauma bonding#suspend your disbelief because believe me this is reality suspended
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Watching those iconic imodna moments with the added context of the 4SD is SUCH a treat.
Laudna saying "I wouldn't mind being your better half" almost feels like the exact moment she could put a name to her feelings for Imogen through this lens. Laudna wasn't just trying to help Imogen towards that bright future she envisioned for her. Instead, Laudna was offer that they work towards that future together. So Laudna saying that reads so much more like a lightbulb moment of "Oh. I want to be there. With you."
Imogen's "Yep that's me talkin' about you" embarrassed stammering? That's the raw reaction of someone who hadn't voiced her feelings for Laudna out loud to anyone, but just had those feelings exposed in front of everybody! It also means Laura played Imogen pining so well and so hard that Aabria and Christian immediately picked up on it and began shipping them almost instantly 😂
And of course THE KISS. Knowing it was an in-the-moment decision from Laura. Knowing that the both of them independently came to the conclusion their characters had feelings for one another without telling the other. It makes the scene itself and their reactions SO MUCH CUTER!! Like yes flipping out of your chair was already a valid reaction to begin with, but now it's like how could you not backflip off screen with that happening?
To see this all play out and see how it informed their performances, it's truly wonderful!!
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I was spoiled about the Imodna kiss, but the surrounding circumstances and knowing the context of their emotional state at that moment made it infinitely better. On surface level it was really sweet and awkwardly romantic. Finding a few minutes alone, enjoying a moment of domestic bliss and acting on pent up emotions.
But man, underneath it all there's sooo much more. I find it so interesting that Imogen doesn't hide her hunger for power from Laudna, for example. I assume that's mostly because Laudna - more than anyone - understands why someone would lean into darkness, into something uncomfortable and unknown to feel more powerful, more in control, more capable. I wonder where their path will lead.
There's a lot of talk about anchors and holding on to each other between them. But I kinda wonder whether what they perceive as grounding is actually a sort of fuel/permission slip that allows them to lean into their respective destructive energies.
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not sure if you're still taking one word prompts... but if you are, then how about "warmth" or "pale" for Imodna?
(P.S. I love your writing style!)
Thank you so, so much!!! And thank you for the prompt. Here’s a short thing for “pale.” 💜 Heads up for some angst.
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As always, she hears Laudna before she sees her, her thoughts providing a harmony to the song she’s humming happily in the kitchen.
Where’s the sugar? Should set the table. I wonder if Imogen was able to find blueberries…
“I’m home!” She sits her haul from the market on the little wooden bench by the door and bends to unlace her boots. “And I brought blueberries!”
It’s been years at this point, but the delight in Laudna’s thoughts when she hears Imogen come home never fails to make her stomach drop pleasantly with love and, even now, a little bit of disbelief.
Oh, excellent. I’ve missed her. I’ve missed you.
“Welcome home, darling.” A long black and maroon skirt sweeps into her vision as she looks up from her boots, and she follows it up and up, over a flowing black top with sheer sleeves and a green striped dish towel that has been flung a little haphazardly over a delicate shoulder until she reaches her favorite perfectly crooked smile and wide black eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
She’s still got one boot on but she can’t wait, so she stands up and leans into a kiss that Laudna receives with a happy sigh. She’s a little off-balance, and it’s the wobble that breaks their kiss, Laudna laughing at her fondly as she helps her keep herself upright.
“Steady, love.” Imogen kisses her again, because she can’t help it, and Laudna pulls back with a teasing tsk. “Finish with your boots and I’ll have a treat waiting for you in the kitchen.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Laudna swats at her with the towel, too far away to actually catch her, and walks toward the doorway to their little kitchen, Imogen staring after her until she catches herself and sits down again, tugging impatiently at her laces until she’s free.
She hangs her cloak on the rack, the pegs of which are various intricately carved birds in flight. Imogen’s partial to the hawk, Laudna to the raven. It’s a C-POP Industries original that Chetney swore was too imperfect for the market but that Imogen was almost entirely sure was just a gift for Laudna, as it appeared on their doorstep less than a day after she’d exclaimed over it in his store.
She picks up the bag of groceries and makes her way to the kitchen, dropping them on the table before coming to stand behind Laudna at the stove, where she’s laid out a rack of cookies to cool. Wrapping her arms around Laudna and relaxing into the cool press of her body, she says, “Those look good.” She catches chocolate and something else, cinnamon maybe. “Smell good, too.”
Laudna’s hands come to rest on hers and she leans back, Imogen supporting her weight easily. “Mmm. A bit pale, I’m afraid. Should’ve left them a few minutes more but I burned them last time, you remember, and I didn’t want to do that again.”
Imogen blinks. Does she remember? Of course. Of course she does. “I remember them bein’ delicious,” she says. “Think I ate half a dozen before they were even all cool. I’m sure these’ll be just as good.”
“Mmm.” You don’t have the most…discerning palate, dear.
The thought comes with an affectionate squeeze to her forearms, and Imogen laughs. “Hey, now. My palate is plenty discernin’.”
The pat to the back of her hand is absolutely patronizing, and Laudna’s tone matches as she says, “Of course it is. I’m sorry.”
Imogen presses up to kiss her cheek and squeezes her hips before stepping back and around to grab at a cookie. It’s still warm, and the chocolate is almost liquid on her tongue, and it’s so good, darlin’. Honestly. She swallows and offers, before taking another bite and another cookie from the tray, “Even better than last time.”
Laudna’s looking at her fondly, and it’s then that Imogen notices something’s not quite right. There’s a flicker in the corner of the kitchen, a shadow over Laudna’s shoulder, and her hackles are raised, the cookie tossed carelessly back onto the tray, as she says, voice low, “Laud, come stand behind me.”
Laudna stays where she is, eyes crinkling at the edges and the corners of her lips tilting downwards, smile still fond but a little bit sad now, too. Imogen’s stomach clenches, and lightning flickers at her fingertips. Shadows begin to bleed from beneath their table, their chairs, the doorway.
“Laudna. C’mon, baby.” Her tone is anxious now, voice unsteady, and she tries to take a step forward but she can’t. She can’t, and suddenly her heart is thundering, her palms sweating where they’re now frozen before her, ready and entirely unable to cast. “Please. Please.”
There’s ichor dripping from her eyes, slow and steady, and her mouth pulls up at one corner as she says, affectionate but resigned, “You know I can’t, darling.”
“No.” The shadows have swallowed the entry to the living room, slither closer and faster. “No.” She’s crying now, can feel the tears making hot trails down her cheeks.
A voice from above, familiar and cold and terrifying. “Is she your favorite?”
“No. Please. Not again. Please. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, just...”
“Close your eyes, Imogen.” Laudna’s voice is gentle, the same one she uses when Imogen wakes from a nightmare—soothing and soft and loving and Imogen doesn’t close her eyes, can’t close her eyes, can only scream as Laudna’s body is lifted into the air by an invisible force, her chest ripped open by a sword she can’t see but doesn’t need to. She hears Laudna’s cry, haunting, and then laughter, Otohan’s laughter, and all she sees is white.
When she wakes, her cheeks are wet, and her chest is heaving, and she’s cold, so cold. She keeps her eyes closed for as long as she can, unwilling to be back in the world where Laudna isn’t, but it can’t last. She turns and blinks into the dark of the room where she’s sleeping, sees Laudna’s profile, Pate tucked carefully into a nest made of Imogen’s bandana near her far shoulder.
Her fingers reach for the place where she knows the sword went through, hover and retreat, fist into the blanket instead.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” There’s no response. Of course there isn’t. There’s no one there to hear her. She doesn’t mean it any less.
“I’ll fix it, Laudna. I promise. I’ll fix it.” She forces herself to close her eyes again, and when she drifts back into fitful sleep, she swears she can still taste the chocolate.
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Some more imodna brainrot:
During her half of the split, Imogen literally bashed her brain against a wall of magic and then dissociated a little as a treat. But all in all she focused on the mission and was mostly fine. Part of this was Chet and Fearne and even FCG just refusing to believe it could be otherwise. But a big part of it was that there is no ambiguity in Imogen’s mind about her feelings for Laudna.
Laudna is her tether. And she has and will follow that tether beyond life to bring her back
But Laudna is a bit more… undefined and unstated
Imogen is her tether to sanity, sure. Her tether to life. But I still don’t think she has a full appreciation for Imogen’s tether to her
Not to mention, Orym is having a full on (quiet, very polite) breakdown. And one of the new people they encountered questions if their friends could have even survived
But most importantly Laudna knows she is Imogen’s tether to this world, and to not becoming a full on villain. She knows that Imogen is at the peak of her magical strength and the depths of moral weakness without her. She has to know that if Ludy ever had a chance of manipulating Imogen into doing something foolish, the first step is removing Laudna from the board
Without being able to communicate with her, Laudna fears that Imogen has become untethered
She doesn’t feel the entirety of it yet, the bond between them
Ashton, tho, Ashton can see it, better than Laudna at least right now
There is no universe where Imogen gets willingly subsumed into Predathos. There is no universe where Imogen meekly moves on in the afterlife. There is no universe where Imogen is not grasping tightly to that tether and fighting her way back to Laudna
and I think Laudna will need to come to terms with the fact that Delilah “I broke the world for us” Briarwood’s got nothing on Imogen “I’ll reshape the universe for the chance to stay by your side” Temult
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Imogen "It's up to you Laudna. I know it was uncomfortable the last time. I don't want it to happen again"
Laudna "I'm more than happy to be there if you want me there. If you want to be- if you need that support."
Imogen "Um..."
FCG "We're doing it. You're coming."
Laudna "All right."
FCG "She needs you. She feels better when you're around."
Imogen couldn't voice what she wanted because Laudna got stuck last time and she doesn't want that to happen again. Laudna wants to be there for Imogen, but doesn't want to overstep. So FCG took it in their own hands to tell Laudna what Imogen so clearly wanted.
I'm loving all these moments when Ashley, Liam, Matt, Sam etc are pushing Imodna together.
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wrote a transcript for the imodna conversation below for your/my/everyone's convenience:
I: Hey.
L: Hi.
I: I don't–are you sleeping?
L: No. I was just staring at the wall with my eyes open.
I: Um...big night.
L: How are you feeling?
I: Um......good?
L: You don't have to lie to me.
I: No, I know, yeah, no, it's terrible. I mean, this is scary as hell.
L: Yeah. I'm worried about you.
I: Yeah.
L: This is a lot.
I: Yeah. I feel like, um...I dunno, like I haven't talked to you in a while.
L: Well, we've been busy.
I: No, I know, I know. I just, um...I dunno, since you–since you came back, I've been almost scared to say anything.
L: Say what?
I: ...
I: We want this. Right? We want to do this.
L: Preventing a god-eating god...
I: It's not good.
L: I understand the appeals of how it all sounds. I don't think there's anything wrong in considering what could be with that type of change. I really don't. What makes me nervous about all of it is the unknown unknowns. It's the...the things that we could lose as the cost of some sort of perceived freedom.
I: Yeah. If it takes away all of our, uh...our magic. Anything gifted to us from something greater. Yeah.
L: We still have the chance to live a normal life. If you wish to have a quiet life in a cozy cottage in a field, raise horses, and just be. No gods or fates or destiny can keep you from that. Can keep us from that. The gods have never kept us from our ability to have choice.
I: Yeah.
L: You have a choice. A very difficult one. But that is just as much of a real power as your abilities to fly or speak in people's minds. If anything, it is the most important power that you possess. Don't let them get in your head or try and claim otherwise.
I: Yeah. All right.
L: I know we haven't talked much here recently, but I think in a way, it's just...I feel so comfortable and so bonded with you, and...we transcend words, our relationship. You'll always have me. I'll always be there to support you.
I: Okay.
L: No matter what you choose. And you don't have to make these choices alone.
I: [I give her a hug.] I love you so much.
L: I love you more than anything.
L: You know, I had an amusing conversation with Ashton the other night. And they asked, or commented, about how odd it is that I'm the more grounded and secure one.
I: Between the two of y'all?
L: Mhm.
I: *laughs* Yeah.
L: I think it's because...I feel like I have a strong foundation. And that's you.
I: Yeah.
L: It's you and the rest of these...crazy borderline murderhobos.
I: *laughs* Yeah. You're my tether, Laudna. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to float away, but as long as you're there...
L: You quite literally pulled me from darkness and death. That tether goes beyond this realm and this life.
L: You've got this.
I: We've got this.
L: You're very capable.
I: *laughs, nods* Yeah. My mom was trying to show me a world that would, um, would be freeing, if I just went back to being normal. But...I feel like......I feel like our weirdness is what makes us right. Is that dumb?
L: Not at all.
I: This locket, it says "the better halves make a better whole." You have to love it all.
L: I don't mind being your better half!
I: *laughs*
L: And I think you're absolutely right. Look at us, do you really think we're destined for "normalcy"?
I: No. No.
L: That's boring anyway.
I: These weirdos are gonna get shit done.
L: Hell yeah we do.
I: All right.
L: Wanna cuddle up?
I: Yeah. Yeah.
#TT____TT#this is like 8 minutes long or smth which i don't have the patience to skip through when i want to gif so here it is!#5h2m c3e49 (twitch vod)#text#critical role#cr3#cr spoilers#imogen temult#laudna cr#ship: imodna#laura bailey#marisha ray#marisha & laura
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I know people are going "KISS HER!!! WHY DIDN'T THEY KISS!!!" about that imodna conversation, and I would have been extremely happy if they did! But I'm a little saddened because calling for that feels like it misses the explicit and incredibly queer message given by their relationship because it's looking for what's been defined in expectation to be love. It misses the power that exists in undefinition.
"It transcends words, our relationship."
"You are my strong foundation." "You're my tether."
"i love you so much." "i love you more than anything." They say this while they're hugging. They punctuate this incredibly heartfelt and world-defining love by holding onto each other tight like they'll never see each other again. Women who fight for the other and have saved each other again and again. This is love. This is a love confession.
It just doesn't end with a kiss.
There is an undeniable love and care. You cannot miss how devoted these women are to eachother. It’s simply a fact. But Laudna says it herself: their relationship is beyond definition. Beyond label. It is all encompassing, all surrounding, like being soulmates. And Laudna says it doesn't have a label, because their love just-- is. Not friendship, not dating, might not call it a QP, not a mere partnership, not anything but Laudna and Imogen. Just look at it. They don't NEED to kiss to tell you how much.
I will fully admit i'm greyroace with a tenuous understanding on love despite being in my own relationship: specifically the lines in the sand between platonic and romantic feelings and what either entail. There are SO many psychology theories on various typings that frankly the best conclusion you can come to is "love is love slashy-face :/" it's all a nebulous strange connection humans being make. Love is beyond definition because man fuck, what the hell are we talking about.
And yet, without understanding it, love is powerful. It's the connection that makes two people think about living away on a horse ranch together peacefully, the kind that makes them plunge into eachother's personal hells to lead them by the hand to sunlight. It's cuddling in the night while holding eachother's hands. And it's Laudna and Imogen's. They’ve said it outloud: they are the other's better half to a better whole, and more important than anything else. You can't deny that. And it’s so wonderful to see such an incredible relationship. It doesn’t NEED to have The Big Kiss as its overture.
A kiss is not the grand thing of a relationship; weirdly, a lot of writers tend to completely STOP the story at The Big Kiss and not be able to let the characters have a functional relationship. Laudna and Imogen are unbelievably intertwined, they LOVE EACHOTHER. There's no "will they won't they" tension or dancing around the idea of dating and being girlfrienda and the squee of hot goss (which i do still enjoy btw c2 was very fun for many reasons). They are so wholly comfortable in the other. Like the old type of love between long time married couples, the kind where it's so ingrained it's simply routine. Sometimes prone to insecurity and bumps (rocks.) but every relationship has that, and the great thing is that their other friendships are there to support them, just as important to rounding out their circles, unlike some stories that would sacrifice or flander them. for the sake of the love story. They're Imogen and Laudna, Laudna and Imogen, close with their friends but eachother most of all. Imodna IS canon. Its arc is just something that isn't about what we'd call the romance of it.
It feels like demanding they needed to kiss in order to officialize(?) their love enforces a strange binary that makes their relationship lesser and unrecognized as meaningful unless they engage in traditionally romantic gestures. It's the same societal allonormativity that places a false hierarchy on romantic versus platonic relationships, that dismisses "Do you really think we were meant for normal?" Laudna asks. Isn't that ambiguity and lack of definition what queerness is for?
If they kiss in the future I will be very very happy! If you make them fluster and awkward in ur funnie fictions go wild. But maybe I've just been recently fatigued with fan culture in general ignoring the beauty and complexity of various relationships and character stories because of this narrow idea often rooted in an overemphasis on shipping culture. Denying the value in the forest because it didn't have your specific tree.
#cr spoilers#critical role#imodna#laudna cr#imogen temult#meta#cr3#jelly toasts#this isn't to say anyone's been majorly pissy shitty abt it but it IS a pattern i think is notable just because of the kneejerks i saw
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Honestly it seems like this is an unpopular opinion to some but I LOVED the Orym moment.
So many of the party have been so flip-floppy on if they want to commit to this or not (but especially Imodna). But that lack of commitment and indecisiveness could get them killed and have nothing to show for it.
And even though it didn’t earn him any team brownie points I think it needed to be said.
I just answered a question with a similar response but yes - I think it was great (and I think, honestly, that the fandom is pretty much split here). I really do think it needed to be said in-character, because again, if Imogen isn't going to gather more information then that's fine but also Allura and Keyleth have stood up for her because she can do this so they need to know now and then leave and serve a different purpose in aiding their allies. And, to be honest? If you're going to say "I am the storm" you better actually bring the thunder and it's time someone close to Imogen told her that.
For what it's worth I also don't think anyone on Bells Hells other than Laudna was terribly bothered (I'm not even sure how Imogen feels, frankly). Ashton backed him up, even! We are at a point where the party really needs to have a firm sense of their mission. They do not need to be 100% aligned on everything, or agree on the finer details of the gods, but they do need to either be all-in, or get off the moon, and Orym understands this.
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