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#DREADNA. a private & selective roleplay blog for MATILDA BRADBURY LAUDNA of critical role, campaign three. headcanon - based, taking from various other sources and my own interpretations of exandrian lore. est. 2022, revamped 2022. formed by lyns ( 29, she / her ). carrd. blogroll.

#☠ ⋆ ⁺ ⊹ ⁎ * ⟶ pinned … σи му ωєιя∂ gιяℓ ѕнιт .#DNI.

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𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌 𝐈 𝐗 𝐄 𝐃 𝐁 𝐀 𝐆 ... 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘐 𝘾 𝙃 𝙊 𝙊 𝙎 𝙀 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘖 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘐𝘛.

#☠ ⋆ ⁺ ⊹ ⁎ * ⟶ self … σи му ωєιя∂ gιяℓ ѕнιт .

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@dreadna : [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding ➵ imogen temult.

❝ oh, laudna, it's nothin'... ❞ imogen trailed off, once she'd noticed laudna's gaze on her arm. the fabric of her gauzy blue dress had ripped and bloomed with a vibrant spread of red. she barely noticed the sting of her wound; her eyes were too dark, too busy worriedly surveying laudna for her own injuries. it was night time still and otohan's assassins could still be out there –– they'd all but fought to the death, and bell's hells were worse the wear for it.

stepping over a mangled and necroding body, imogen set her fingers upon laudna's arm. ❝ forget me –– are you alright? ❞ concern shone plainly on her face, imogen's face pinched tight with that damning clench between her ribs. this was the reason her father had turned her away, the reason she'd kept the world at arms' length for so long –– love, which left her breathless and aching. but she'd bear it all, bleeding and everything, for laudna. ❝ I thought I saw... for a second, I thought... you looked like her... ❞

NON - VERBAL ANGST : accepting.

dreadna

forget her — as if such a thing could ever be possible. as if anything truly mattered more than the woman in front of her, the blood on her dress making the whispered fears that plagued laudna day in and day out so much louder for a moment... until imogen's touch pulled her from those thoughts with the same gentleness within her southern drawl. imogen was alive, and so was she, in her own way, and that was all she had the energy to care for in that particular moment.

reaching up, she captured imogen's hand in her own to cling to the warmth therein. "me? i'm fine," she said, drawing out the final word for emphasis. already she could feel the whispers and fears receding to the back of her mind where they belonged. she owned her mind, she was in charge of it.

at least, that's what she told herself, chanting it in her head like a mantra.

"i'm me, imogen, i promise," she assured hastily, determined for it to be true. she had not lost herself entirely in the fight, even when her anger and terror had gotten the best of her as the assassins tried to rip her friends from her again. and if her methods of fighting back were reminiscent of the patron she dreaded might return... they had at least been effective. "it's just me in here..."

#love making shit up as we go tbh #wyrdbones #✂ ⋆ ⁺ ⊹ ⁎ * ⟶ campaign compliant — αѕ тнє вєℓℓ тσℓℓѕ .#☠ ⋆ ⁺ ⊹ ⁎ * ⟶ threads … αяє уσυ - αяє уσυ ¢σмιиg тσ тнє тяєє ?

ya ever ignore your patron and focus on the warmth of the woman you love?

#y'all should try it sometime !!#☠ ⋆ ⁺ ⊹ ⁎ * ⟶ ooc … σи му ωєιя∂ gιяℓ ѕнιт .#/ cr spoilers