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Honestly, I’m just apprehensive that Lucien can now speak through Caleb and Beau like he can with his party.

OOF

Things are just a little bit more personal now.

okay but beau who has already been literally dragged kicking and screaming into a religious institution before without her consent, whose love interest has DIRECT and PERSONAL experience with mind control at the hands of a fanatical religious cult…

and caleb whose first question on finding the eye is ‘what does it feel like’, whose hands immediately go to the scars on his arms, who has twice been forced to use fire on the people he loves, who is no stranger to mind control whether magical or mundane…

both of them who are so burningly curious, so achingly intelligent, caleb so brilliantly ambitious, beau so sharply astute, each of them at the forefront of piecing together this mystery, library buddies from the very beginning, reading a book that so directly violates them while they sleep…

fuck

anyways it’s a great day to donate to abortion funds! :)

my take on a new imogen outfit – sans jacket tbh

[image description: a full color profile illustration of Imogen, from campaign 3 of Critical Role. She is wearing a long, flowing lilac dress, cinched at her waist with a corset and belts. Between her outstretched hands she gathers red lightning magic, and glowing red marks follow from her fingertips up her arms and to her neck. Her expression is focused. End ID.]

The Walk

“It’s time to go…”

“I don’t want to.”

Resolute. Mastering whatever bravery he has left facing the great unknown.

He’s suddenly very small my friend, terrified.

That’s odd. He’s never been afraid till now. What a great mystery he is.

“You know we must walk beyond.”

The soul shifts, shimmers. I feel it, he wants to fight me, to reclaim what’s his.

“You are not winning this fight.”

One has to warn.

“I want to…I-” he stammers, trying to acknowledge what he has lost.

“I know…it hurts at first but it will get better. I promise.”

“I don’t want to go.”

I should be angry with him. It was another soul that should have crossed today. But he always had a knack of foiling my plans, this man who was my shadow.

“It will be quite alright my friend. We’ll walk together. I’ll stay with you.”

I owe him that much. It is a terrible thing, for one to meet me so young. He’s been seeing me over and over again, ever since he was a child.

After all, it’s fair. A soul for a soul.

He looks at me. Looks back at the inferno he left behind. The empty building beyond.

He smiles.

We walk.

Stating the new year with angst (Also wanted to paint skulls heh) 

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People not from commonwealth realms don’t get it. we’ve spent our entire lives (multiple generations of lives) being told that the only possible way out of british rule is the death of elizabeth. There are fourteen countries outside of the UK who have this noncitizen making the final say in all their countries decisions. Every time someone talks of a republic we get a sigh and a “people love liz too much, maybe when she dies…” like it’s a nebulous period but now it’s right in front of us. It’s within reach. My generation could finally be the one that sees independence from the British.

TW// Child Death!!

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