Imodnovember

Your home base for Imodnovember, a month of prompts for art/fic around Imogen x Laudna from Critical Role Campaign 3! Prompts will be posted by the end of September. When you post your stuff in November, use the tag #imodnovember and we'll do our best to reblog your hard work!

[imodnovember]

Sultry anon here, that's all I ask 😂 thank you for considering my very real suggestion

Thanks for confirming it's real, I will put it on the list for you ❤️

[imodnovember]

Hey will you please put sultry on the imodnovember prompts pretty please

Mate, I can't tell if this is a joke or not, but I'll consider this just for you because I like your sunglasses.

[lespetitesmortsde]

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Happy Imodnovember! For day 28: soup, those who know me know I had to commit to the bit and have our ladies get into soupcourse (soup discourse). I hope you enjoy!

[imodnovember]

That's a wrap!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this year's Imodnovember fandom event! If you're still working on your pieces, that's awesome - we look forward to seeing them whenever you're finished <3

It's been wonderful to see all the fic and art you all have come up with over the month. Thank you so much for loving these two dorks.

We'll see you again next year and, hey, if there's a prompt you really want to see next year... let us know. Maybe we can incorporate it.

[mintywolf]

Imodnovember Day 30: Tether

The King is dying. For years the Queen has managed to prolong his life using the shadow magic in her daughter’s blood, but it is a cursed existence, neither dead nor alive.

Deep in the Parchwood there dwells a lone unicorn with lightning in her horn, seeking sanctuary from humans whose thoughts she has found to be full of ill intentions, except for one — Princess Matilda, whose thoughts are like music to her. But their secret friendship is observed by Gargo, the familiar of the Queen, who carries news to her of the unicorn in the woods.

The Queen will stop at nothing to possess the unicorn, for medicine made from a unicorn’s horn has the power to cure any illness, but a unicorn can only be tethered by a bridle made of gold and only be tamed by a maiden pure of heart. To save the King, the Princess must be the one to commit a terrible betrayal.

[mintywolf]

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Rating: G Words: 5,887

Laudna gets a flu shot and grapples with her mortality. Imogen makes soup. Pâté does his best. Imodnovember 2025 Day 28: Soup

“Flu shots available here!” the placard outside the pharmacy announced in cheerful green letters, “Trot on in: walk-ins welcome.” This was accompanied by the figure of a smiling cartoon horse with a band-aid on its shoulder. The messaging was slightly confusing to Laudna, as the clinic’s clientèle seemed to be humanoids, not horses, but she’d lived in the Taloned Highlands for long enough now to have noticed that horses seemed to function as a kind of ubiquitous mascot for the area. Their long faces, with expressions of varying horselikeness, looked on from the signage of cafés, pubs, bookshops, secondhand clothing stores, and now the pharmacy, offering her a flu shot.

She leaned her bicycle contemplatively to one side and rested her toes against the street. Imogen had said that she should get a flu shot this year. Neither of them knew whether the transfusion of her wife’s soul into her own that had pinkened her cheeks and quickened her heartbeat had also made her vulnerable to the thirty years of viruses she’d missed out on, but she didn’t really want to find out the hard way. Imogen had off-handedly mentioned bringing her into town so they could get the shot together, since Laudna had never had one, even when she last had a body warm enough to harbor germs. But the thought of doing this herself—participating in a live person experience! interacting with the clinic staff without hiding her face or relying on Imogen as an intermediary!—made her newly-lightened heart flutter a little with excitement.

(Read More on AO3)

[astoriacolumnstaircase]

It isn't quite Waudna Wednesday, but I did not want to miss the date for imodnovember's "patron" prompt. I like Laudna's face very much here. I had to take a reference photo and i gave her my very mismatched eyebrows <3

[skizzim]

you know delilah lies, right? you know she’s not out for your best interest, right?

[ravenink37]

Honey-Song

Honey-Song

Rated: T, tags on the fic.

Summary: In search of honey for her tea, Imogen finds a stall in an out of the way corner of the market, where she meets a woman more strange and beautiful than any she has seen before. She has a hum to her. It's intoxicating.

Preview: ‘Excuse me, ma’am.’

The woman looks up from her work. Her eyes are all colour - wide, black pupils ringed with deepest brown. There’s a flash of silver in them that comes and goes with the shadows around her. They hold something endless, and Imogen could get lost in them, she is sure, and not care a bit. Not with the silence of the hum and the chimes. There is surprise on the face, which is gaunt in a way that concerns Imogen almost as much as it takes her breath. She is beautiful and strange and, as Imogen looks and looks into those eyes, she realises that the hum is coming from her mind, somewhere deep within.

‘Hello, Darling.’ The voice holds in it the song of the bones. ‘Can I help you with anything?’

Written for the Imodnovember prompt: Honey.

[donteatthefishtacos]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Laudna/Imogen Temult Characters: Laudna (Critical Role), Imogen Temult, Fearne Calloway, Ariks Eshteross, Delilah Briarwood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Sports, First Meetings Summary:

Imogen is pitcher for the Jrusar Women’s Professional Baseball team. Laudna reflects on the course of their relationship and where it’s going at the last game of the season.

For the Imodnovember prompts day 22: Pitch

[gracewolf43]

A white blank page

And a swelling rage

You did not think when you sent me to the brink

You desire my attention, but denied my affections

But tell me now, where was my fault?

I loving you with my whole heart

White blank page by Mumford and Sons

@thebytchwitch

[astoriacolumnstaircase]

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There was something wrong with the weather. She should have noticed it. She was always quite aware of the weather when she was in a single room shack with only the merest suggestion of where a roof might have been, but her hands were very busy with a very important task, and she couldn’t very well fix the weather when her hands were already up to her elbows in shadow and string and ill-behaved bone. The red moon was always doing its own thing, anyway, ruddy nuisance couldn’t even bother to wane every once in a while, and yes, Catha should not have been shining so brightly through the window amidst all that rain and lightning, but it did provide a descent light to work by, so she didn’t want to complain. The gods didn’t like her much, and if she made a fuss over the Catha behaving strangely, it was just as likely that The Moonweaver would take her light away and leave Imogen in the pitch dark until morning.

Wait.

These weren’t her thoughts. Or her hands. These weren’t her bones or her shadows that felt slick as pond scum and just as corporeal, and there was a long thin thread that scraped the underside of her nails as she pulled through the shadow and something had gone horrendously wrong with her stupid bullshit mind powers because she took over Laudna’s body and--

Imogen pulled away from the little crafting circle and retched. A black ooze burbled up behind her teeth and plopped onto bare feet.

Oh no.

continued on ao3 <3

[skizzim]

lunar eclipse of the heart

[soaring-trash]

Day 14/18 - pair portraits + pâté (i made this prompt up) ദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\

[soaring-trash]

Day 13 - storm

[ratinayellowbandana]

imodnovember day 10: hair

She had wanted it, she thought wretchedly, begged for it, even. For the simple, ruinous need not to be alone. Again, the traitorous voice had whispered. Not to be alone again.

And yet, in the aftermath, found, and safe, and warm, she was revolted at her own weakness.

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[ratinayellowbandana]

imodnovember day 9: tea

Five years of dodging newspapers and magazine covers and fucking bus stop benches with their godsdamned advertisements. Five years of pretending she didn’t know a thing about Laudna when her name was mentioned on sets for films she wasn’t even working on.

Five fucking years of lying to herself and wondering what she had done wrong.

Five years, and one message from an agent had been enough to rekindle the Laudna-shaped ember she had fought so hard to douse.

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