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Can you perhaps do a part 3 to your vox machina x child reader series something about a reveal of the readers race or something or perhaps a continuation of the story if that’s ok with you I just love your vox machina shots
Being a child member of Vox Machina and… | Vox Machina x child reader Pt. 3
Summary | Kid’s got some issues and so does Vox.
A/N | Sorry this took so long been getting into campaign 2 trying to decide if I want to do a child reader for that.
Genre | platonic, angst, fluff, mystery?
Warnings | death, descriptions of blood and violence, panic attack
Initially, you hadn’t been bitter. You didn’t fit the image one was expected to present for such a dignified social event. Not even considering your age, you were small, gangly, freckled and with hair that couldn’t keep its place. You didn’t/wouldn’t belong in a high-profile party.
Still, the joint excitement of Vox Machina had somewhat infected you. Now you found yourself wanting to attend the high-profile event. To combat your pouty face, Keyleth did your hair. Grog offered you ale, which Pike immediately shut down, and Vax tried peek-a-boo with his cloak. Ultimately, it was Percy’s promise to recount everything you’d be missing so long as you were brave and good that placated you.
Vex, you didn’t understand, was a nervous wreck. Leaving you in the keep, with no one to watch after you. Though, you would have Trinket.
It took multiple assurances from Vax and Percy before they were able to take their leave. You had the keep to yourself.
You crept with Trinket into Grog’s room. Tied only with Vex’s room, you considered his to be one of the most comfortable. With the stash of fur pelts, warm temperature and large bed, it was the perfect place to settle down until Vox returned.
After some time you heard the door, the entry to the keep open, sitting on Trinket’s back you rode to the entry. Your excitement fled upon seeing the seven in shackles, escorted by a small march of guards. In a blink, you paint yourself as a hapless child who’d only just woken. Jarrett, sympathetic to your guise, apologized for the late intrusion, explaining the terms of Vox’s arrest.
House arrest, it could be worse. Allura had essentially grounded the lot of you. Well, not you. According to Jarett, she had clarified that you were allowed to roam freely with proper adult accompaniment and so long as you returned home at a proper time.
The keep was swept clean and all the team’s weapons confiscated, including Scanlan’s instrument. Fortunately, your room was left in peace. Still, you were upset greatly watching the guards tether Trinket to a tree.
Ordered by the Sovereign to remain confined in the keep, there was nothing to do but wait. After assuring you everything would be alright, Vex passed you off to Keyleth silently mouthing an instruction to shield your ears. A thick ornate crown of lush flowers decorated your hair.
You had caught bits of what had gone down at the feast. Vax feared himself turning into a vampire. Scanlan had a book to translate. Pike was quiet. According to Grog, the food was decent.
You weren’t the type with a keen sense of smell. It was your ears that performed unnaturally well. If a tree fell in the forest and no one was around to hear it, you would. Even with Keyleth’s floral muffler, you were able to discern the biting conversation between Percival and Vex’ahlia.
Something or other about people killing Percy’s family. To be honest, you were more intrigued by the book left open on the table.
There were whispers, multiple voices at once, emanating from the dark pages. Their voices sounded distant, their words imperceptible, and yet at the same time crystal clear. Their raspy hissing voices, infecting your mind.
Stress flares up in your head. There is a moment you feel it; the fog beginning to clear. Memories starting to take shape, though still blurred like an old painting. In this moment, as certain figures began to take shape, you could feel a deep sadness traveling through every cell.
“Y/n, Magpie, are you alright?”
Vax’s voice disrupted the whispers. He had, at some point, moved. Now he knelt, crouched beside Keyleth, attention focused on you. His eyes carried a gentle concern.
Keyleth brushes a thumb across your cheeks. It’s then you realize you’re crying. Cold, silvery tears came as a frigid flood, uncontrolled and unwanted. It hadn’t been until the tender hand wiped away some of the tears that you even realized you were crying. You had no reason to, right? So you didn’t understand why you were.
Glancing to the side, over Vax’s shoulders, you notice the other members of Vox standing around the door. Percy’s peering out around the door, canvassing the corridor on the other side.
“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” Vax offered gently, extending his arms for you to jump into.
A decision had been reached between the members of Vox. You’d be breaking out. They were forced to escape under the darkness of shadow from their own keep.
Vox concluded your silent tears were the consequence of claustrophobia. A fear they understandably assumed you had, as you had been held in captivity for who knows long prior to meeting them.
This, unfortunately, was not the case.
All the while, as they twisted through the secret tunnels below the keep, you held on to Vax, trying to sort through the deluge of memories still just out of focus. The harder you tried, the more your lips trembled, tears pooling from your eyes.
Jarrett stood with a group of his men at the exit of the passage. Once again, the members of Vox found themselves under the escort of the guard. This time, though, you were all split. Vax, Vex and Scanlan had been pushed into the kitchen; Percy and Keyleth into the Percy’s workshop; Grog and Pike into the chapel.
Jarrett decided you would stay in the common area, as he believed there was little chance any of the members of Vox would try escaping without you. If only you believed that.
Fortunately, this was the room where they stored the colored chalk.
You needed to calm yourself. You stopped trying to restore the diluted memories. It made your head pound and heart sting. Instead, you settled on the stone floor and began to draw.
You could hear the whispers of a conversation between the two guards. One was complimenting your rudimentary artistic skills while also making little suggestions on how you could improve. The other was telling their partner to shut it. When the two fell silent, you looked over at them. You then extended your hand, a blue piece of chalk held between your fingers. An invitation.
Your ears twitched. You left your spot and moved to the window. As you went, you could hear an argument between the two guards over their cross hatching techniques. They did not choose the right career path.
Outside, you could hear the nervous whines of Trinket. Something was out there. Whispered hisses, not unlike those you heard emanating from the book, circled the keep. And there were screams. The kind of screams that had a raw intensity that warned of threat, and cried out of desperate need.
Moreover, there was this creeping feeling as if a dark presence was looming in your periphery, breathing icy clouds on the back of your neck. It was giving you goosebumps and a feeling of gut wrenching wrongness.
You sped to the door, only to discover the larger wooden doors were locked, and you didn’t have the key. “Slow down there, kiddo. We’re on strict orders not to let you leave this room until further notice.” One of the two guards spoke.
Your eyes narrowed, spotting the set of brass keys looped on their hip.
Your small hands pound on the door of the workshop, your little voice calling out to Percy and Keyleth, who you knew were inside. Not a moment later, the doors to the chapel busted out. They slammed against the opposite wall, splintering into pieces.
“Tiny, what’s going on!?”
You explained to Grog, as well as a child your age could you, the unsettling presence you felt closing in. Though your explanation was muddied by some fright filled babbling, both Pike and Grog appeared to take your discomfort seriously.
They rallied the others, gathering the team in the large entry of the keep. Freeing the others from their respective holding rooms, you noted, was suspiciously easy. Surely you hadn’t been the only one left under watch.
There was a discourse. Everyone was confused and on high alert. “Where is everybody?” You spoke aloud, your soft voice managing to capture Vox’s attention despite their loud conversation.
Soon after you posed the question, Jarret and three of his soldiers retreated into the building, hurriedly locking the door behind them. Immediately, they placed the blame on Vox, which you guessed was fair. But this time all in the party were, in fact, blameless.
The true assailants hid in the shadows above. Wraiths, beings who take pleasure in watching the life drain from their victims, were perched in the rafters watching the lot of you. Like predators stalking their prey. There was barely time to take arms before they took initiative and lunged for the group.
Nevermind the two guards brutally kill, it was their targeted attack on Scanlan from which Vox realized they were after the book. Eyes rolled back black inky ichor pooling from his mouth, ears, and eyelids. Vex moving quickly, grabbed the fallen spell book and passed it to Keyleth just as a wraith bled into her body.
You would be having nightmares about this.
Gathering the injured members, Vox and the last guard to remain, Jarret retreated into the war room. You were trapped. As Vex pointed out, they needed a way to fight it. You could hear the rasping, cold, hollow screams of the wraiths, even as they grew quieter, on the other side of the door.
Jarret passed Vex and Vax weapons, though even you knew such arms would be useless. Vax had tried in vain to cut through them with his dagger when they had wrenched through Scanlan. Unfortunately, their bodies were amorphous dark fluid shadows harmlessly cut through.
You had faced many threats in your time with Vox Machina. Mere days ago they’d defeated a dragon. Something about these assailants, perhaps their connection with the book, made you want to jump right out of your skin. It was paralysing. There was this foreign yet all too familiar feeling of being insignificant. Shaking, terrified, you straighten your posture awaiting the blow, you for an inexplicable reason expected to come.
You felt a hand grip your shoulder. Your defensive instincts kicked in. You went straight for the wrist, biting into what you registered as a threat. Both fortunately and unfortunately, it was only Vax. Luckily, your bite had only been a warning, no fangs.
He recoiled, his brain stuttering for a moment. He wasn’t sure what threw him more, the two puncture marks on his wrist beginning to ooze crimson or the pure look of unmatched terror in your eyes.
You had been crying earlier over what he still wasn’t sure. He’d wiped your tears and held you close. Vox had heard your pained screams and witnessed fear take over you, sending you running to hide behind one of them for safety. This terror, this raw intense dread that crippled you completely, was new.
There is a scream. Keyleth is dragged up the wall, ichor streaming from her eyes and mouth. Then the candles blow out. In one swift movement, Vax pushes you beneath the table, then ready’s himself for the inevitable battle. He'd bring up your bite later.
The sounds of Vox’s violent acts are flooded out by the noise of your heart beating in your chest. It’s the sound of war drums on the horizon, each beat taking up pace growing louder. Buh-Bum. Buh-Bum. Buh-Bum.
Silence. After a cacophony of vicious screams, the keep goes still. You feel the chill in your blood, the coldness that brought the synapses of your brain to a stand still, begin to subside. Still, your thoughts were so scattered that functioning was challenging.
“(Y/n), darling?” Vex calls out, kneeling down to see you below the table. Noting your state, she slackened her composure, her battle hardened face softened. “(Y/n), dear, I believe you’re having a panic attack. We don’t have to stay here, darling. Would you like to leave?” She offered, carefully extending a hand. You nodded and allowed her to lead you out.
The fresh air was nice and the cool breeze tickled your exposed skin. Vex stayed by your side while the others quickly gathered what was needed. Jarret had decided to release Vox against the orders of the king and allow them to handle whatever manner of being had realised such terrifying assailants.
Leaned in against Vex’s side, you were soothed by her gentle heartbeat. Trinket laid close on your other side enough so that you could stroke his fur. You had barely lifted an arm in battle. Your only true action being disarming the guards that’d watched over you, an act you’d later learned, saved their lives. Still, you were exhausted.
As things were being put into order, Vax approached, scratching at the two marks you’d left in his wrist. “(Y/n), is everything alright? Are you okay?” He asks, crouching to match your height. He was concerned you could read it on his face.
“Those things, those wraiths. You wouldn’t let them take me too, would you?”
“I believe they were only after the—" Vax begins to remind, however, he stops himself when he notices the desperate look on your face. It happens sometimes. Vox forgets you’re just a child. He flashes you one of those charming-gentle-Vax’ildan smiles. “You know we’d rip any monsters apart before we’d let them hurt you.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to give him a hug. “I apologise for biting you. I won’t do it again.” You whisper, relaxing into his embrace so fully it’s as if you’d melted together.
“Eh, it’s okay, Magpie. I’ve suffered worse.” Vax shrugs, peeling away from the hug.
"Now you ready to go kill some vampires?”
I was reading through Percival de Rolo’s wiki page for inspiration for one of my oc’s character descriptions; thing is I use reader to browse wiki. I was reading through and when I saw this image of a dog on Percy’s page I got really excited. Percy having a dog that didn’t know about. Dude could use his own emotional support animal. Good for him.
Yeah it was an ad for SpotOn GPS Fence.
Still I think Percy with a dog would be awesome. He could’ve named them Whitestone but short called them “Stone”. They could’ve been best buds with Trinket. They could’ve been the boldest good boy who’s also a freakin killer at Percy’s defense. God, I wish Percy had had a dog.
Again I’m not saying Percy needed a dog. I’m not saying that. But you know, dogs are pretty frickin’ great so…
Meet Ansel De Rolo. The goodest good girl.
Percy and Ansel became companions during Percy’s slow move south, after he had fled white stone. During Percy’s travels, Ansel proved to be a worthy adversary to his inner demons as she often kept him emotionally grounded.
The Eradith Siblings
Born in the elven city of Syngorn to the Herald of the New Age, Kesstryn Eradith, the Eradith children were putatively raised amongst the cream of elven society. As a young child Talric was always trying to make a good impression on his mother, but they hardly acknowledged his interests and/or achievements due to a general disinterest in him. Regardless, he persisted hoping to gain his mother’s attention.
When he was five, his mother, reoriented his genes, fundamentally refitting his genetics to further her own “studies.” Thusly, his agreeable nature was stripped and replaced with an insecure, opportunistic, and distrustful disposition. Alas, on his sister, Fia’s, second birthday, their mother reformed her body, irrevocably marring Fia’s drafted path in life. In one fell breach of kinship, Fia’s childhood was poached, replaced with endless days of ridicule and exclusion.
In the days following her transfiguration, her brother, Talric implemented a plot that delivered them from the abuses of their mother. On account of this, the two spent the ensuing years, growing up in isolation. After a year or so foraging, they were taken under the wings of half-elven twins, Vax’ildan and Vex’halia Vessar.
Talric Eradith
Talric is a pragmatic and efficacious interbred elven child. He approaches almost all matters with a rigid survivalist attitude that distinctly belies his age. A rather guarded individual, he presents a tendency towards extremely inconsistent social behavior and has a hard time trusting others. Talric has admitted that as much as he craves a meaningful relationship with other humanoids they feel they cannot rely on others to meet their physical or emotional needs. They have trouble believing that any individual, primarily adults, will love and support them as they are. Thus, he’s adopted the isolating defensive mechanism that is social withdrawal. Pushing people away has become his default. Intriguingly, the little boy exhibits an unparalleled self-possessed peace of mind when performing duties in open air environments, especially those involving the exercise of tree climbing.
Considering the mannerisms of other children, Talric is comparatively cautious and calculating, reserving his warmer, gentler moments for his beloved younger sister, Fía. Given that his mother, someone he trusted to unequivocally love and accept him, didn't, his apprehension in social settings is understandable. Vulnerability, more often than not, has rewarded him with nothing but pain. Still, it is unclear to what extent his asocial personality and behavior are genuine. Much of his detached behavior is viewed as a façade for his desperate yet haunting desire for affection; at least from those in his party. He has shown he can be fairly loving and understanding. However, these moments are far and few between and the few performed for anyone other than his sister are even less common.
Deviating from his reclusive bearing, Talric is quite clever and astute; or a “scheming little shit” as numerous individuals throughout the campaign have called him. Aided by an amazingly calculative mind, Talric has shown himself on multiple occasions to be capable of developing and managing intricate traps to injure and incapacitate adversaries. This is perhaps best illustrated in "Best Laid Plans..."(1x50) as he was able to use the variables from the information gathered by his investigation to predict paths that would lead to certain outcomes. This insight allowed him to devise a whole array of booby traps that effectively removed two-fifths of the members of the Herd of Storms from combat. Though he predominantly crafts his traps to be nonlethal, this rather merciful control can be overturned.
Fiannim Eradith
Fiannim is a sentimental, fairly quiet, rapt individual, who like many others her age is also curious minded and venturesome. Nevertheless, having grown up in nearly complete isolation, she is exceptionally wary in unfamiliar settings. Curiously, even with everything she’s highly cognizant of other individuals’ emotional states, good and bad: tied with her innate benevolence, she has an intense desire to help those in need (even to her detriment). Still, as a relatively passive individual she has a tendency to depend on others, namely her older brother, to take the lead in overwhelming social settings. On the whole Fia is a generally sweet, innocent, and diffident little girl. Moreover, according to her older brother, she’s also the most compassionate and merciful person you’ll ever meet.
She is played as a mainly silent character, choosing to use physical language such as pointing and nodding instead of traditional speech. Considering the nature of her childhood, her mousy, subdued behaviors are quite understandable, especially and specifically in unfamiliar social settings. She is shown to be extremely anxious in social situations, which often lead her to “shut down.” While it has been confirmed she can verbally communicate, she is somatically unable to speak around certain people or in certain settings. Her vocalizations are instead expressed in the form of noises reminiscent of bird calls. For all that, there are a select few who she feels comfortable verbally communicating with; namely her brother, the twins, Scanlan and Keyleth.
Despite her insecurities, Fiannim attempts to make sure that others have the things they need to feel safe, secure, and loved regardless of their alignment. Quite the opposite of her brother, she is well known for her warm and disarming presence. On several occasions throughout the campaign she’s seen putting the emotional contentment of others well before her own. Given the fact that she spent the better part of her childhood with few opportunities to interact with others, her inclination to approach both allies and adversaries alike, in a genuinely respectful manner is quite remarkable. Her non-discriminatory mindset and capacity for empathy has graciously equipped her with a demeanor that prompts friendship and trust from most of the individuals she meets, noticeably in the cases of Lady Allura and J’mon Sa Ord.
Art by @oliviajoytaylor
now for something completely out of left field. PERCIVAL FREDERICKSTEIN VON MUSEL KLOSSOWSKI DE ROLO THE THIRD! I only had to spell check one of those names. I have biases in this show and it's him.
edit: forgot to put the og ref for the last one
The Legend of Vox Machina title sequence!
NYCC live table read of a scene from The Legend of Vox Machina!
I fucking love these dragon designs. They are all so different, they’re beautiful
The Frigid Doom, Vorugal
The Hope Devourer, Umbrasyl
The Diseased Deceiver, Raishan
The Cinder King, Thordak
POV: You ask me when TLOVM season 3 is coming out
Fandoms I'll write for
Asks/Request are open; I usually prefer Main/Side characters, but I'm open to do background ones too
Stargate SG-1/Atlantis
Carson Beckett: 1
Side Character: 1
Star Trek
Pavel Chekov: 1
Murdoch Mysteries
Midsomer Murders
Ben Jones: 1
Harry Potter
Neville Longbottom: 1 2
Marvel/X-Men
Vox Machina
Leverage
Ghostbusters
NCIS
Criminal Minds
LOTR/Hobbit
Peregrine "Pippin" Took: 1
Stranger Things
Part One of Vox Machina Playlists
I did it again and did another series of playlists for a fandom. And the fandom of my choosing was Vox Machina after I finished the Amazon series and watch a couple streams. I must add is I play DND and basically made a copy of Vax almost down to the tee.
Part Two of Vox Machina Playlists
Unfortunately I couldn't fit all of the playlists I have available in one post so here is part Two of the playlists.
Achilles Come Down
Chapter One: Journey to the Past
~Present Time~
Percy looked over the room at the darkness that covered the Ziggurat but he could spot where he stood when Orthax took over him. When he started to feel the need to enact his revenge for his family on the Briarwoods and finish his list of killing who caused his family deaths and his pain. It was just another wrong in his list of fuck ups he has done in his life starting with believing he could've grown up to be inventor and alchemist while being a noble who would've found love with someone else. But that one day of the family dinner with the Briarwoods ended that dream of growing up with his family and meeting all of his nieces and nephews.
He thought of his actions of becoming a heartless, and emotionless killer for revenge. The way he killed the carriage driver with no forgiveness or mercy as he was just another person who was tortured and controlled by the Briarwoods. He had no mercy for the people he killed just to get close to Ripley and the Briarwoods just to be captured but was found by Vox Machina. His friends weren't just friends but his family didn't give up on him when he was controlled by Orthax and was accepting of coming to Whitestone to stop the Briarwoods and bring justice to his family. He thought Vax and how he was so accepting of his faults and past to a point he loved him and married him not just once but twice after their first wedding was basically an elopement considered by nobility which explains the second wedding for publicity and to prove the marriage to the public. He feels like he failed Vax. He shouldn't be in love with him. He is a mess, a failure, a murderer, a mortal, and most of all a disappointment to Vox Machina.
He started looking at his gun in his hand loaded and ready to fire any moment. His gun that he created with help by Orthax although unknown to him until it was told to him. This weapon should’ve been never created as it is dangerous and should be erased with him. But it can’t as Ripley started spreading them all over the world and gave the blueprints to other inventors to make. These weapons are creating death, fear, and grief to everyone that is around them and being used against by the wrong people. He should’ve kept the gun hidden away from Ripley to never see it and get interested in it. He put the gun to his head ready to pull the trigger on himself to end it all but he stops as he thinks of the grief and pain he will bring to his family. Or at least the people who shouldn’t have saved him from that jail cell so long ago.
“Do it Percival you know you want to end it here away from your friends. If they really cared for you they would’ve been here by now to stop you.” The old familiar voice of Orthax in his head said. He looked up in fear to see the same smoke figure of Orthax in front of him. He shouldn’t be here, his contract is broken, he has no way of being here. So why is he here now in front of him saying to kill himself and he started feeling the possession that Orthax had on him. At the moment as Orthax appeared Vax with the rest of Vox Machina appeared running in ready to stop him from doing.
“Percy stop this isn’t you please don’t kill yourself!” Vax yelled not seeing Orthax in front of Percy. Percy turned to look at him with tears and fear in them he thought he wouldn’t be found before he did it. He didn’t want them to see him at his lowest point and as he went to put down the gun to run to them. Orthax forces him to hold it there and move a finger on the trigger. Percy knows he is unable to fight him so he turns to Vax and looks him in the eyes and then back to Orthax to give a hint that he isn’t in control at the moment. Vax used his death ward armor to run up the steps of the Ziggurat to get to Percy. Vax looks at Percy’s eyes and realizes he is afraid and that he is trying to tell him something.
“Percy put down the gun and away from the ledge please Freddy for me.” Vax said, reaching up to Percy’s location. Orthax made Percy walk nearer to the edge ready to have Percy throw himself off the edge to plummet down to his death. Vax stops and puts his hands up in surrender . At this point he could see the form of Orthax over Percy’s shoulder and that in one of Percy’s eyes is black with an orange iris.
“Freddy, you need to fight him, you won against him before you can do it again. Please come away from the edge and put down the gun.” Vax said hoping to get Percy’s hope back in him to fight Orthax but he knows Percy’s mental and physical state is not in top shape after not eating, drinking and sleeping for many days. He will need Pike to help him fight Orthax off for control.
“I can’t put it down Vax I wish I can but I won’t put you through this pain of loving me. I am just a broken, heartless, a murderer, a disappointment and worse of all a human. How can you love me when I will die first out of everyone here including you? I won't be able to see you for years and I probably won’t be in Elysium. I will probably be put down in Nine Hells for my crimes against humanity. I am not a hero or good soul. I don't deserve or earned my right to go to Elysium that is a place for you, and Vox Machina. I am just someone who slows everyone else down, who is tainted by a demon forever. I am not the right man for you to love if anyone you should’ve loved is Gilmore. He fits you more than I do. I am not your perfect soulmate or even a perfect husband. I have not shown a drop of love to you in months. How can you still love me when I have almost killed you so many times simply by my presence nearby. I could’ve killed you that day in the hallway in the jail when we were rescuing Archie. I’m sorry I am very sorry for putting you through this pain but I do not regret it.” Percy says as he pulls the trigger and falls down to the steps tumbling down them breaking many bones and his glasses on the stone. “Percy No!” Vax yells as he rushes to catch him but fails and falls on the stone watching his body fall and tumble.
So I just found out while looking at the cast list that Laura and Travis's kid Ronin voiced the little boy in Episode Two, so freaking cute oh my gods.
Uh oh Pike is on Edge.
It really took them three seasons for someone to straight up tell vox machina to got to hell
Did it hurt me to realize that Vax is the only one that doesn’t have a close up shot of him getting up in the opening of the Legend of Vox Machina ? Of course
Apparently last tarot session I had, the mini Percival de Rolo charm I had hanging off of my phone fell off in the room. So, little Percy had just been vibin on a table in the good energy of the tarot room of my local spiritual shop for 4 months.
I think this is exactly what Taliesin Jaffe would want.