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This mf is like if Harrow and Palamedes had a freak baby and it grew up super weird
I HAVE JUST BEEN INTRODUCED TO VEXLETH
i hate that i don't know anyone irl who i can yap with about season 3
Percy and Vax passing each other in the hallway like
Vax: “I fucked things up with Keyleth”
Percy: “Well I fucked up Vex”
me: i need the rest of the season because vax is fucking it up
friend: while vex is just fucking ?
Fandom List:
Adventure Time
Ace Attorney
The Atlas Six
Avatar the Last Airbender
Beetlejuice
Black Clover
Bugsnax
Carmen Sandiego
Centaur World
Danganronpa
Dead End: Paranormal Park
Dead Plate
Deltarune
Elena of Avalor
Fairy Tale
Five Nights at Freddy’s
Genshin Impact
Good Omens
Harry Potter (Only really kinda (F J. K. Rowling))
Hazbin Hotel
Hell Followed With Us
Helluva Boss
Henry Stickman
Hermitcraft
The Hollow
How to Train Your Dragon
Inside Job
Love, Sam
The Legend of Vox Machina
Mario
Maze Runner
My Little Pony
My Hero Academia
Night At The Museum
Nimona
Obey Me!
Once Upon A Witchlight
The Owl House
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Poppy Playtime
The Promised Neverland
Ramshackle
Seraph of the End
Seven Deadly Sins
Slay The Princess
The Spirit Bares it’s Teeth
Stardew Valley
Sonic
Total Drama
Undertale
Warrior Cats
Welcome Home
Wobble Dogs
Srry this is obnoxiously long ;-;
Critical Role cast singing Ruby of The Sea.
I knew Matt Mercer has pipes, but damn!
I BEG YOUR PARDON!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ZERXUS ILEREZ IS IN THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA!!!!! I AM SHAKING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP!!!! NOT MY FAVORITE REDEMPTION PALADIN!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
IM NOT OVER CALAMITY!!! WHY IS HE HERE!!! JUST TO HURT MY SOUL!!!!
I decided to redraw this Keyleath from a year ago, I’m so happy with how it came out and how much I improved!
can't wait for the show
So soon!! Also, what flavor ice cream?
Day 10, prompt elf. Drew Vex from TLOVM. Season 3 is crazy so far 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Animators and artist all over tumblr i NEED someone to draw vex'ahlia as megara from hercules singing "i won't say i'm in love" or else my soul wil EXPIIIREEEEE
like their energies even match and we all saw vex doubting her chance with percy SO PLEASE HELP MY BRAINROT
Well, you just made me spit my lungs for laughing, congrats :,)
Hey Percy?? Hey Percival Fredickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III? Hey what did you just say?? We’re what? What’s happening right now????? You chose to say what now? In this near death scenario you said hmm?
Saw someone on twt say they wanted to see Percy drawn like Yusuf Dikec and I couldn't help myself
Okay okay BUT Aabria as the voice of the Wildmother in the Mighty Nein Animated series.
Okay thanks.
Just a lil confused Grog doodle cos I’ve been really enjoying TLOVM
Hi, my name is Kiwi and I have Vaxleth brainrot so I made fanart of a college au fic that I love by @acharliek on Ao3
(i am newer to digital art and refuse to do backgrounds, be kind to me<3)
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.)