Wanting To Talk About A CR Campaign 3 Oc I Have And Work Some Kinks Out But Don Know How To Just... Do

Wanting to talk about a CR campaign 3 oc I have and work some kinks out but don know how to just... do that.

Being a child member of Vox Machina and… | Vox Machina x child reader Pt. 2

Summary | Vox Machina makes the brilliant decision of toting you along on a dragon hunt.

Genre | platonic, fluff, angst?

Warnings | child death, death, descriptions of blood and violence.

You stood before Sovereign Uriel Tal'Dorei II and the council in the capital palace. Well, more like, hid before them; behind Vax beneath the trail of his cloak was your favorite place to be when nervous.

There was a warmth you hadn’t felt in a long while that enveloped your heart when Scanlan included you in the song of Vox Machina. He’d described you as the adventure hand which you recognized as an ornate term for the squire. Nonetheless, the inclusion felt… nice.

The Sovereign and his advisers had a problem, one in your opinion they seemed all too hopeful to hand off. According to reports, there was something, a beast perhaps terrorizing the outer lands of Emon, wreaking havoc on the surrounding farmlands. They tasked Vox with identifying the threat and taking it down.

If you were being honest, traveling by airship was not your favorite, though this was admittedly the first time you’d traveled in such a manner. For a while, your tallest consistent form of travel had been being seated on Percy’s shoulders. (He tended to get “annoyed” when your small legs and short stamina couldn’t keep pace.)

Allura Vysoren, the famous arcanist, seemed to notice your ill-ease. Although her patience for your traveling companions seemed to be wearing increasingly thin, she approached you with a gentleness you could only compare to Vex’ahlia’s. She delicately explained the enchantment behind the flight, which made you feel somewhat better.

“You’re just as beautiful as he’d imagined you to be.” You whispered, eyes focused on the clouded horizon ahead.

When she looked down at you, she smiled. Her lips stretched with amusement in the way an adult’s do when they’ve heard something entertaining from a child. “Who?”

“My friend, back home.” You replied rather coolly.

“Tell me about them.”

And so you spent the better half of your trip telling Allura about the boy who’d been your best friend in your homeland. No one had thought to ask about you in quite some time, certainly none of the members of Vox who were rather absorbed in their own personal doings. It was lightning to talk about the fonder days, the ones you could remember.

Although many things didn’t add up and much was clouded, your faltering memory was simply credited to your young age.

When the time came to depart on the next leg of your journey, you politely excused yourself. Allura made sure to properly send you, specifically off, before swiftly parting. Scanlan, rightfully so worried about how you’d return to Emon after completing the task. You brightened a bit, offering that you could find horses. You liked horses, despite them being rather skittish around you.

Once you arrived in the town Allura had spoken of, you stayed at Percival’s side. Out of the way, but close by. It was odd to you how empty the village was. Perhaps many had already fled, choosing not to chance their deaths.

Two children spoke to Vax. You bit your tongue, watching, a splash of envy bubbling at the surface of your cool demeanor. They told him of the tree the beastly creature had knocked over while in what they assumed was flight.

Vox Machina made the long trek up the cliff side, all the while you sat on Trinket’s back. You had come to form quite the affection for the bear. What with the two of you being the most frequent benchwarmers.

If you were honest with yourself within the circle of Vox Machina, Trinket knew the most about you. (Like you) he’s an excellent listener and really good at keeping secrets.

What you find at the top of the cliff is nothing more than a baby goat. You suggested Vox keep it and murder it for food (you’d been unable to hunt down a proper meal the previous night.)

You, specifically, heard it before it landed. Vex, however, sensed it. A dragon landed, slaughtering the lamb where it stood. Caught off guard, Vox had moments to act before the giant blue beast took its first attack. Vax, who happened to be the closest to you, swiftly moved to cover behind a tree, dragging you with him.

After sternly telling you to stay out of sight, Vex followed the others into the fray. Doing as you were told was part of the deal. So you listened. Grog, the strongest of the lot, was the first to fall, physically.

You attempted to rush to his aid; your satchel carried multiple potions of healing. Attempted. You were struck by projectile debris from a shattered tree. Upon impact, it destroyed the vials in your bag, and a large chunk clashed with an arm breaking it. You could feel the bone snap out of place.

(Vex) “Y/n!”

Vex, who’d dodged the strike that’d demolished the tree, crawled to your side. You could hear her calling out to you then Keyleth but her voice was static as all your attention had been directed to keeping the tears from flowing. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. This isn’t worth crying over.

Keyleth finally came back to reality. With her Druid abilities, she summoned a mighty storm. Unfortunately, the lighting strike only seemed to make the dragon strong and furious.

It took aim at the top of the cliff triggering a rock fall over the group. Fortunately, Keyleth created a bush that cocooned you all, shielding the group from the rubble.

Once out, Pike went to work healing Grog, then approached you. You don’t know why, perhaps out of instinct, like a feral animal you hissed when she approached. Seeing her surprise, you stopped, blinking back to your right self, instantly apologizing for your behavior. (It’s been awhile since you were injured so badly).

Your arm still stung. Though Pike had managed to correct the bone, much of her energy had been spent on Grog. There was an ever growing purplish black mark on your arm where a bruise was beginning to form.

Vox decided this mission certainly was not your problem. They hadn’t known what they’d been in for. It was too big a task and the pay no longer seemed worth it. Vex pointed out it wasn’t worth risking further injuries. You didn’t notice she was looking at you as she said this.

As Vox began to head back, ignoring Pike’s pleas to continue on, Vex scooped you up. She held you at her waist, allowing you to curl against her chest. The rain felt nice on your swollen arm, but for the moment, all you wanted to do was make yourself small.

The group walked in silence until reaching the town they’d passed through mere hours ago. The poor souls. The village was in ruins burnt asunder, embers flickered, dimly illuminating what remained of the destroyed town.

Vax found the family Vox had allied themselves with earlier. Pike’s blessing hadn’t been enough. You saw the mother's arms protectively wrapped around her daughter and the father bloodied, their decaying bodies soaked through by rain.

Immediately, Vex shielded your eyes from the horrendous sight. You were no stranger to death. Nonetheless, she didn’t want you to see the burned body of a child a few years above you.

Your ears twitched. “Wait.” You whispered, moving her hand away. You slid out of Vex’s arms and approached a large portion of the collapsed roof. It wasn’t long before the noise became discernible to all.

Grog and Vax lifted the debris, then Vax removed the lone survivor from the under rubble. The boy. Pike rushed to aid, but she was still weak from assisting Grog and yourself. The boy’s body fell limp.

Tears pricked at your eyes. His lifeless body triggering something in you. There was a memory attached to your sadness, unfortunately it was clouded. You couldn’t quite recall it.

Following the sadness came an anger, a burning ferocious sort. Someone needed to pay. Vox was decided. They were going to kill a blue dragon. Your own need for revenge was pointed at some else, though once again you couldn’t recall who. Hopefully, a dragon would be enough to placate you.

When Vox returned to the palace, you arrived in time for Scanlan to interrupt Sir Gregory. Apparently, the council had already been notified of the threat. With Vox’s current failure, the sovereign decided to ready the militia.

Once outside, Vex divided Vox into teams; Pike and Vax would head Gilmore’s learning how to defeat a blue dragon; Scanlan and Grog search for Sir Gregory; Percy and Keyleth as well.

You had wanted to go with Vax, nevertheless Vex tugged you away with her and Trinket. Your arm had been properly healed in the return to Emon. You returned to a burdenless manner. Still, Vex kept you close.

You spent the midday scouring Emon, riding on the back of Trinket. Vex went around asking villagers about their thoughts on the council and Sir Gregory’s role in the community. Every now and then, she’d hand you another cookie to keep you from getting bored. Still no taste, but they remained your favorite treat.

After hours of poking around, everyone regrouped in front of a large decadent manner, at the request of Scanlan. Unluckily, the door was locked. Scanlan attempted to bardically unlock it, and Keyleth tried to melt it. Fuckin’ doors. Ultimately, it was, of course, Vax who managed to open it.

The interior of the home was gorgeous, opulent, with accents of red and gold everywhere. Of course, of course, you all had to wind up in the dark cellar. Not that you minded the lack of light. It’s just that cellars are spooky.

Gregory was discovered rifling through the shelves, raiding the general’s tomes. Confronting him proved surprising. As they plead their case, a knife was pushed through their chest, killing them dead. His body collapsed to the floor, revealing general Krieg behind him.

Crippling Vex, he revealed himself to be the betrayer in league with the blue dragon. Vax took aim, only to miss allowing Krieg to flee further into his chamber. Vox followed, keeping you at the back of the pack. The next room appeared to be nothing more than a magical office space.

Percy ordered Vox fan out and search for a fulcrum, save for you and Grog, who he told not to touch anything. He spoke with a gentler tone when looking at you. Grog was entranced by a scanty painting. Keyleth was disgusted by his behavior through the book at him, literally. Interestingly, it bounced off the giant and went through the painting.

On the other side of the painting was a mass of treasure. At first, Vox had naturally fallen into a protective circle formation with you at the center. This being said, the formation was broken as soon as they saw the crush of gold. It was a horde.

Krieg approached from a plague above, revealing himself to not just be in league with the blue dragon. But the blue dragon himself.

You did your best to dodge lightning and debris until Vax picked you up. You clung to him like a baby koala. Regrouping amongst the rubble, Vex realized that working as a proper team wouldn’t work. Everyone needed to play to their strengths and mess shit up.

You worked along Vex shooting arrows from your child sized bow. You didn’t get the chance to use it often, unfortunately multiple shots missed. Still, when you did hit, Vex was quick to congratulate you.

Despite it all, Vox Machina proved victorious, slaying the blue dragon. Dismally you were forced to flee quickly, leaving behind the bounty of treasure, as the cave top collapsed. Scanlan did try.

Vox returned to the council victorious. As reward, they were named protectors of the realm and Hobart members of the council. You weren’t sure if such a gift was extended to you. Furthermore, instead of gold, Uriel awarded them a keep. As long as they protected Emon, they would have a home here.

There was also mention of a banquet, which children were “regrettably” not allowed to attend.

Once Vox had settled in for the evening, you snuck out from the keep. You always had been more of a night owl. You passed Trinket, assuring him you’d be back soon as you always did. He’s such a good secret keeper.

Traveling by shadow, hopping rooftops you traveled until you found a pen quite a way from the keep.

You cornered a lone sheep, your canines extending until they were piercing white fangs as you approached.

(As I mentioned before, you like the essence of cookies fine, such a shame they aren’t enough to satisfy your appetite.)

Second Chance

Request: “Can I request an imagine? Being Bill and Georgie’s adopted younger sister and all of the Loser’s being super protective of you. Especially after Pennywise takes an interest in the little sis.”

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Sister!Reader

A/N: I made one change to this, instead being an adoptive sister you’re their biological sister.

Y/N Denbrough is the younger sister of Bill and Georgie’s twin sister. At first Zack and Sharon were expecting only one child. However, when the doctors told them they were having twins they were ecstatic. Bill’s excitement also grew as he now knew that he would not only be a big brother to one but two siblings.

When the twins were born the happy family surrounded each other. Zack and Sharon now had 3 beautiful children and Bill had a brother and sister. Little did they know their happiness would only last so long. 

“I-I failed Georgie I p-promised to protect him but I c-couldn’t. I have one s-sibling left, my little s-sister Y/N I can’t let IT go near h-her. She needs to be by my side at all t-times.” Bill explained to the group as they sat by the quarry.

“We’ll protect her too Bill don’t worry.” Bev said as she rubbed his arm.

“Yeah you can count on us.” Stan continued.

“You know we love her she’s like a little sister to us.” Richie smiled.

“Thanks guys I r-really appreciate it. I just can’t believe I told her.” Bill said still shocked.

“Tell her what?” Eddie asked.

“I told her about IT.” 

“Oh shit what did she say? Did she understand?” Richie asked.

“A bit h-here’s what happened.” 

“Y/N y-you need to know why G-Georgie’s gone and y-you’re too young t-to understand but I n-need you to please listen.” Bill said as he bent down to your height.

“I will just tell me what happened to him Billy I miss him.” You said sadly.

“He got t-taken away by a clown. It’s his fault Georgie isn’t h-here. Clowns are not y-your friends Y/N so please if you see one d-don’t be scared just run as f-fast as you can.” Your brother has his hands on your shoulders looking into your eyes you knew he was serious.

“If he took Georgie then why shouldn’t I be scared?” You asked.

“Because if you are then IT w-wins if y-your scared he’ll take you away too. Do you w-want that t-to happen?” He asked.

You shook your head. 

“And another thing IT c-an make himself l-look like Georgie or a-anyone else he wants-”

“Even mom and dad?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“Then how will I know if they’re real or not?” 

“You just will, you’ll have a feeling. Just promise to be careful and don’t be afraid. Got it?” Bill raised his eyebrow.

“Yep I got it.” You replied with a smile trying to lighten up the mood.

“Good because I love you.” Bill embraced you in a hug kissing your forehead in the process.

“I love you too Billy.” You said.

“Seems to me like she’ll be okay. She’s aware of what’s going on.” Eddie said as Bill finished telling the story.

“You might be right but Bill and all of us still have to keep an eye on her in case IT tries to come for her.” Mike piped in. 

“Anything can happen we can’t let our guard down.” The group nodded at what Ben said.

“I seriously c-can’t thank y-you guys enough.” Bill knew the Losers didn’t need to protect Y/N but yet they still did. Bill’s family is their family and they wouldn’t let Pennywise end your life like it did with Georgie.

“No need to thank us we’re family.” Bev smiled.

“Yeah and we’re not letting that fucking crackhead get near Y/N.” Richie threw his fist in the air.

Everyone started laughing, needing it from the serious topic they had just discussed. Bill felt that him and Y/N would be okay. He had an amazing group of friends that would help protect his little sister. He also knew that there was no way he was going to let that clown near Y/N. 

Pennywise, Bill Denbrough isn’t going down without a fight.

Araminta Nacre

Reserved, clever, loveable

Names: Araminta, Aimee, Ara, Minty, Tia

Height: N/A

Age: N/A

Eyes: electric blue

Orientation: True Neutral

Weapons: rocks, conch shell horn

Race: Half-elf

A slender, and nimble child with soft true black hair that reaches the small of her back. She wears a coral blue romper that is at least two sizes too big. Around her waist is a leather belt that like the rest of her outfit is much too big. Hanging off the belt are numerous pouches, the most prominent being a rope net that holds her enchanted conch shell horn. She prefers flexible and loose outfits which allows her more versatility than traditional garb. Decorating her arms and shoulders as well as her chest and lower back are freckles; they also paint her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are a warm shade of blue, the color of crystal clear summer waters. She charms everyone she meets, as if leaving a trail of sunshine everywhere she goes.

Araminta was born in Maquet, in the small oasis community of Shandal. She spent much of her infancy sledding down the golden dunes, catching Thapir’s in the reeds, and constructing sand builds. However when she was older her father sent her to live with his parent, in the bustling city of Ank'Harel. After a month she discovered her father had disappeared. Angered to learn nothing was being done about the matter she fled to search for him.

Can someone please start a petition to make Dan Lewis and Diane the Doctor's next companion pair!?

There's something about... a mermaid adopting a stray dock cat that's so... I dunno but there's something there.