#imogene things

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For when She looks upon the flame, And fears not what She has done, Then She is truly lost.

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Deity Meme || Imogene Farwalker

“You need not ask the shrewd Gods for their aid -- for you, Maiden, carry the heart of the Goddess.”

The Valkyrie Maiden, Walker of the Red -- The Goddess Imogene is held as a savior to women and children who find themselves faced with violence, whether it be in the face of adventure or the warm dens of their own homes. To call Her name is to ask for courage and resilience; for the very energy and bravery from within to change the tides of fate towards safety and strength. Often, the Goddess is viewed as the patron of rebellious maidens who would rather seek their own fortune than submit to betrothal and wedlock. 

Rumor holds that as the country of Ala Mhigo was just barely founded, a newlywed maiden fled into the woods after her arranged marriage was officialized, her drunken husband following her and screaming for her. Despite all the husband’s prowess and skill at tracking, he was unable to find her in the night. Some suns later, the maiden was returned to the front step of her parents, wrapped in a red cloak. She remembered little but spoke the name of the woman who rescued her with fondness: “Imogene”. 

Sacred flowers: Heather, gladiolus, geranium Sacred metals and gems: Iron ore, mythril; tiger’s eye, bloodstone Sacred animals: The Unicorn Food: Honey ale, hearty stews Scents: Campfire or candle smoke, crushed grass, the musk of leather Worshippers: Women and children who are faced with traumatic violence, female adventurers/soldiers

Offerings are not asked for by the Goddess; nay, instead, She requires rest. Those who wish to call upon Her aid in a form more than prayer are to light a campfire in the depths of a winter’s night as the moon rises, bringing her shroud of darkness over the sky. Allow a pot of stew made by your own hand to come to a simmer over the fire, but do not take part in it; simply take a seat upon one side of the fire, leaving another upon the opposite side. As the moon reaches her height in the sky, She will appear.

The Valkyrie Maiden will be seated upon a unicorn without the need of a saddle. The unicorn will be a creature of beauty; a horn more than a fulm long, seeming to be made of diamond; a coat of the purest white, as though of driven snow; and eyes of the deepest, darkest blue, like the night sky itself had been captured into a living creature. The Maiden is just as beautiful, but of complete contrast: skin the color of clay long baked under the sun; hair that flows long and unrestrained, as brown as the bark of an ancient tree; and eyes of burning, gleaming fire, crimson to the iris. Cloaked in fine silks and steel, She will ask if you would like company upon this night.

If you accept and earn Her favor as the night continues, She will offer you one of two things as the dawn nears: Her heart or Her protection. Should you chose Her heart, She will take your hand in hers, and you will feel as though your skin has been burned; do not draw back, or you will have rejected Her blessing. A circular mark, not unlike the shape of the spiked hoplon the Goddess carries, will be burned into your hand, and you may feel nothing for some time; but in a situation of strife, you may call upon the Goddess, and feel Her power course through you.

Should you chose Her protection, She will offer you a seat beside Her on Her unicorn, but be advised: those in the Goddess’ protection do not return for quite some time, if they return at all. 

tagged by: @ephemeralrequital and @bluebell-bluebird tagging: @traven-xiv @fenrisataashi-ffxiv @dearestrazia @theforestsquiet

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I got a commission of Imogene by @ephemeralrequital ! Why can’t I tag you -- that I love and adore so very much ; 3 ; 

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I’m just. Gonna. Throw this WIP here, because my tablet pen died and who knows when I’ll get replacement batteries the right size. :’>

Have a semi-completed Imo.

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‘Cause it feels like summer to me.

I went on vacation this week (courtesy of @sylbrael  <3), and drew my beloved alt in her swimsuit which I would’ve had her wear to a roleplay event but I got shy last second and changed whoops. Also tumblr resized and I weep. Pls click through 

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Posting this separate from the meme because I’m kinda proud of it. I’ll learn to edit like the cool kids one day.

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I cant send the thing since phone but gimme imo and marv for the memeeee

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Marvik Hawkewind & Imogene Farwalker

Imogene was convinced Marvik was romantically interested in her for quite some time. Naturally warm and welcoming, Marvik’s demeanor caught Imogene off-guard. She wasn’t used to people like him; not in her line of work, no. A few days after their initial meeting was when Imogene, in a long, almost unintelligible slew of words, expressed that she wasntinterestedinromanceandshessurehesaniceguyandallbutnowsnotthetimeandnohardfeelings -- only to have Marvik, in panic, sign back to her that this wasn’t the case.

Marvik and Imogene have yet to really out-eat each other when placed at a table -- the two finish at a similarly break-neck pace, but neither wish to go further for sake of a stomachache. Of the two, Imogene can at least behave less like a starved wild dog.  

Marvik is, at best, weirded out that Imogene can understand him in the dark; and at the worst, absolutely baffled. One night -- a few nights after they had met, in fact, as they continued the conjurer’s mission into the Sylphlands -- the two sat under the stars, both struck with insomnia. In an absence of thought, Marvik’s hands twisted a question towards Imogene, only for him to pause halfway through and move to grab her arm and garner her attention in the dark. Imogene, to his surprise, answered him. He’s never asked her about that moment, for fear she may not have an answer.

Imogene and Marvik can both detect aetherial oddities within each other. Imogene cannot put a word to it, as she’s never been trained to perceive and identify such things; whereas, Marvik knows something is amiss, but it is a feeling that is too close to home to place...

Imogene befriended Swiftgale in record-shatteringly quick time. Marvik still can’t believe it happened as fast as it did. The woman brought the bird one bag of apples, and suddenly, he’s wrapped around her finger?! Preposterous. 

Thank you for the ask, @theforestsquiet ! am loaf | Ask Ahoy!

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👫 for Imo and Cyril? :eyes: (from @lordofcrowns)

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Do you really think you need to tell me what blog you’re sending this from, friend

Cyril’s one of the few people who know the story behind her ring. He may not know every single detail, no; he doesn’t need to know that she comes from a wealthy family that formed the foundation from which Ala Mhigo rose. Cyril does know, however, that it was the one thing she had left of her father and her home, and that she cherishes it next to her life.

Cyril has been subjected to her cooking. In a vain attempt to do something nice for her friend, Imogene made Cyril some campfire-cooked biscuits – which likely took him every ounce of decorum he had within not to immediately spit out.

Imogene is too nervous to ask him for help. She sees Cyril as educated, worldly – but yet, a lot like her. She can sense the river of unease under the placid lake’s surface. She never wants to add to the burdens he faces.

The two lose time when they talk to each other. Despite neither one of them being the sort to be tardy to any sort of pre-agreed-on appointment, sometimes, when they’re with each other, it just… Happens. Before too long, the two block out entire days to see each other. 

Muffin and Vonnie are very wary of each other. Despite being dogs who are essentially cut from the same cloth, the two are just very… Gunshy around each other. 

Thanks for the ask, @lordofcrowns ! Smorch || Ask Ahoy!