#percy vox machina

[peapeapeapa]

messy hair stubble percy ily

[urlocalbitchboy]

No mercy Percy my tragic beloved 😌

[thereifling]

When they ask him about the blood, he smiles “not all of it is mine”

More angsty No Mercy Percy

[cureofthenonesense]

Does anyone else remember when they all turned into cows

[2eyedsin]

Percy guard dog behavior

[ranuuz]

I know Percy is probably canonically bi? (?) But I thought this would be funny 🙏

[esote-rika]

Vax and Vex aka the half elf embodiments of avoidant attachment styles

[cherryficmc]

Perc’ahlia fans (me) are eating SO well tonight (so much of them being stupidly in love)

[peachyytown]

happy valentines day!!! I've recently become extremely emotionally attached to these two!!!!! I love my wife and my wife's wife <3

also this is the first year since 2019 I haven't drawn sapphics for valentines day what have I become

[stargazerspringles]

FOUND THE FUNNY INTERNET MEME TEMPLATE, FOOLISH TO GIVE ME SUCH POWER Here is Percival “I summon demons instead of dealing with my trauma” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/silly

Pspsps template origin

[cornkcob]

Just a little percy redraw

[peapeapeapa]

My Percy de Rolo opinion

(Show vs comic)

[artbytaggerung]

I wanted to get more done but I'm falling asleep sitting up 🙃 barely got through one episode of my rewatch so I can get to watch s3. But hey at least I'm in s2? Please don't spoil for obvious reasons.

[kkeidawrites]

A Domestic Chat

Welcome to Day 15 of Blacktober!

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, a noble name, a cursed bloodline, a fugitive, a hero, a man who is conflicted with his own life and is unsure of what his destiny holds. A wandering husk on his own since his group had disbanded for the time being, nothing needed their attention so there was no need for them to be together so often.

He drinks away his stress and frustrations in a random bar he found in Whitestone, a good distance away from where his group had decided to settle for the time being and a good place for him to gather his thoughts.

Everything was happening too fast, and there was little time to even think about what to do next. Growling, Percy slams the empty glass on the bar table. He could barely feel the buzz from the first three he’s had and he wanted to forget to feel for the night.

“Another. Something stronger this time, if you don’t mind.” He demands, politely.

“ I think you’ve had your fill, eh?”

Percy looks up from his glass to see a dark skinned woman behind the bar, an apron around her waist and a grey shirt. Her hair was fluffed around her head and the rest sat on her shoulders.

She takes the cup from him and turns to put some water in it instead.

“I’ve been giving you the strongest liquor that I own. I’m afraid you have been cut off for the night, sir. I’m surprised you’re still even functional without a slur on your lip.” Sliding the glass in front of him, Percy sighs annoyed but takes the glass of water anyway.

“A lot on your mind?” She continues and Percy quickly glances at her, then turns away.

“Alright~I won’t bother you, if you want to be alone. Just wave my way if you want something else.” She says.

Percy drank his water, his mind on autopilot as he didn’t even realize that by the time he was finished with his drink, someone had sat next to him.

His side eye made contact with the bartender lady again, this time her outfit changed to a long sleeved purple tie front top, black trews, and black high heeled boots. Her hair hid away her face and Percy found himself turning around in his barstool to look at the puttering patrons in the bar.

A bard was keeping the people busy as servers made their rounds to tables and even greeting the new members that walked inside.

“You know drinking away your sorrows isn’t going to help anybody. Especially not your liver.” Bartender lady brushes back her hair, and fixes it. Percy tutted and pushes up his glasses on his nose.

“I’m quite used to drinking such lengths, I know my limits.” He sneers and the woman guffaws.

“The fact that you are here, I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t hold your liquor. It’s almost inspirational.” She says, a playful smile on her face.

The two are quiet for a while and Percy rubs the back of his head, feeling the stress building up at the back of his neck.

“It’s nice to be able to be at peace for the time being. Those blasted dragons,” she tsks and sighs.

“I’m just glad to see another day, I suppose I have you and your friends to thank for that.” She nods and Percy looks at her in surprise.

“I don’t deserve any praise, I just did what I could.” His shoulders slump and he turns away.

“At least you did something, that’s the only difference between you and me. I don’t even have half the balls you and your friends have to do what you did and because of that the people of Whitestone can sleep without any strife.” She says and raises her right hand.

Another bar tender slides a glass near her, Bartender lady picks up her purple drink and raised it to him in a toast.

“To Whitestone and its unsung heroes.” She says and throws back her drink, then slams the rim of it down on the table.

Percy watches as she gets up and leaves then looks at her overturned glass. Picking it up, he fiddled with the small glass and mulled over her words. He didn’t feel like a hero, he didn’t deserve to be one especially, after what his past entailed.

But…it felt a little good that there was someone who did think he was still doing the right thing. Maybe that’s all that mattered. Pulling out his money pouch from his suit jacket, Percy gives the bartender three gold coins and gets up.

Looking around he thought he would see the woman again but, she was nowhere in sight.

“Excuse me,” he calls to the new bartender, a dwarf who was cleaning the glasses, looks up at him in question.

“That woman, that was next to me, what is her name?” Percy asks but the dwarf only looks at him in confusion.

“What woman?” He questions him. Percy frowns in confusion.

“The woman that was sitting right next to me, you even gave her a drink. She even works as a bartender.” Percy explains, exasperated.

“Son, unless you’ve had too much to drink then you’re hallucinating. No woman has worked my joint since my sister was here, and that was twenty years ago.” The dwarf turns away to attend to the other patrons leaving Percy confused more than ever.

Was she…a ghost? A figment of his imagination?

He shakes his head at the thought of such things and leaves the bar. The night air blew as he made his way back to his friends but, not without a watchful and familiar eye staring at his back as he leaves.

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Enjoy! Be sure to like, reblog, and comment! And be sure to request something for Blacktober as well, it would be a lot of help on my end on what I could write next for the rest of the month!

[cureofthenonesense]

When Percy failed his stealth check and Scanlan kissed him

In case you need a reminder

[jimmydeantofu]

In honor of Vox Machina season 3 releasing today, I decided to draw this.

@soaring-comet you’re welcome, you bum.