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hello, world (i'm your wild girl) by stoated
Fandoms: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series)
04 Apr 2026
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“Thaz said I looked about twelve.”
Tyranny looks at her, really looks. Thimble’s built small, and not even in the three-inch-high way. Her chest isn’t quite flat, and she’s got hips if those puffy little pants are telling the truth, but she’s skinny, built almost entirely out of a fighter’s sinew and muscle. Tyranny’s a really bad age-guesser, because she’s six months old here and keeps forgetting that everyone else is a real person and not some manifestation of a primal principle, but—she still looks pretty young, but not at all like a child. “You don’t now,” she tells her.
Thimble only began to age once the doors to Faerie closed. Tyranny was never a little girl.
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07 Apr 2026
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When they told her what happened to Occtis, that he'd died and found himself in a state of conscious undeath, Thimble was just glad he came back to her.
Now, Thimble witnesses her friend take a blow that should have killed him, then brush it off as if it's nothing.
Occtis is still here with her, he's not gone forever like Thjazi is. So what is this ache lodged in her ribcage?Bookmarked by Senisra
24 Mar 2026
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Whenever it all got to be too much, whenever the fear and panic and denial and longing rose too high in her chest, Imogen would press her ear against the creaky floorboards of her bedroom, close her eyes to the dust under her bed, and listen to the life she was never going to have.
Or: A 1950s AU. Imogen is closeted, Laudna writes fix-its for lesbian pulps, and the city’s clandestine gay bar is right underneath Imogen’s new apartment.
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07 Mar 2026
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You Flew Into My Life And Changed Everything by Angel Ascending (angel_in_ink)
Fandoms: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series)
05 Mar 2026
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Thimble flies up and stands on Occtis’s nose, resting her tiny forehead right between his eyebrows. “You’re my best friend,” she says softly
“I thought that was Thjazi.”
“You can have more than one.”
Occtis smiles even though he feels like he’s about to cry again. “I only have one.”
That moment, right before Thimble breaks the silence, will later become a beautiful, crystalline memory, one Occtis will return to in those times when he’s struggling to hold on to his values, to his very sense of self. The first time he had ever felt accepted for all of who he was.
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A friendship that started when Occtis was nine years old and a pixie flew into his room, and how it endures through death and back again.
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05 Mar 2026
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"Your music is lovely. I don’t think I’ve ever heard something so…” Laudna pauses, tapping a finger against her glass as she parses through words in her head, trying to find the exact way to describe how Imogen’s song made her heart flutter in delight while sounding so melancholic.
“Something so heartbreakingly beautiful.”
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26 Feb 2026