Jan 4, 2021
The Lovers get married
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The Lovers get married
@furfangsfyre
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Headcanon
Imogen bakes when sheās stressed. She loves trying new recipes. The only problem is she usually bakes more than she can eat.Ā
CHARACTER SKETCH
Imogen Freya Leatherby - Witch and Editor
Early mornings, kittens, green leaves, good music.Ā
Tagged by: @foustaeoluā
Name: Imogen Freya Leatherby Age: 26 (depends on verse) Gender: Female Nationality/ethnicity: Ā English
Birthplace: England Birthday: February 8th Sun Sign: AquariusĀ Residence: England (depends on the verse) Marital Status: Single (dating or married in AUs) Alignment: Lawful Good
Ā» L I K E S Drink: Tea, Lemonade, Juice Food: fruit, desserts, lasagna, home baked goods Day or Night: Both Song: Anything upbeat or mellow Quote: Ā ā Any chance you could put your pants on and be a pants on God?ā Summons: Imogen, Imo Books: Fantasy, adventure, fairy tale, folklore Colours: pastel colours, earthy colours Flower: Daisies, Sunflowers, Lilies Sexuality: Demibisexual
Ā» L O O K S Body type: 5ā² 4ā³, Slim but still fitĀ Eye colour: Brown Hair colour: Brown
Tagging @50-shades-of-laufeyson @bombshell-babyvamp @bluedreamswhitepearls @abbyissharp @heartartemishunter @ofteaandmagic
#3, 11 and 24?
How Well Do You Know Your OCsĀ
3: What's your OCs favorite food?
Robin: Steak
Imogen: Lasagna
Eva: Pasta
11: What is your OCs spirit animal?
Robin: Wolf
Imogen: Bunny
Eva: Lioness?
24: What does your OC smell like?
Robin: Musky, smoke, and pine
Imogen: Fresh flowers and sweets
Eva: Lavender and a hint of citrusĀ
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give me the multiples of 5 for the oc thingy
How Well Do You Know Your OCsĀ
Thank you!!! Under the cut cause its long!
Imogen is feeling super lonely and wants love... she wants someone to love her for all her flaws and all her mistakes and all her weirdness....
ā¼ Imogen. 1) What do you dream about? 2) What goes through your mind when you have a panic attack? 3) What happened that night when your father died..?
Send me a ā¼ and my muse will answer yours 100% truthfully about any 3 things your muse asks mine, even if itās something they want to hide.
1)Ā āI dream about the forest, and creatures, and beauty. Things that you canāt find in everyday life. I dream about meeting elves and fairies and going to their realm, and being happy and free.ā
2)Ā āI donāt know. It getās very confusing. I mostly feel trapped and scared, like thereās no way out. I feel like everyoneās eyes are on me. Like I canāt breathe and like I have no other options.ā
3)Ā ā....I was 7 or 8.... It was late... I should have been asleep.... But something had woken me up in the night.... I left my room and crept downstairs, wanting to see if my parents were still awake. I was half way down the stairs when I head men talking. They sounded angry and they were yelling at my father. I didnāt know what I was thinking but I crept further down the stairs and saw them holding him in the air, a hand around his throat. He was pleading with them to stop. I slipped down the stairs and my father heard me fall. He told me to go back to bed but I didnāt listen. One of the men pulled a knife from somewhere and stabbed him. I noticed my mother then, because she screamed. They dropped my father and left the house. My mother ran to him, holding him and crying. I stood there for awhile, not moving, but rushed forward and threw myself on him, not quite understanding what was wrong. At some point an ambulance arrived and then things became a blur of the ride to the hospital and being there and my mother crying and me clinging to her and wanting to see my father.ā