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vex has been moved back over to @faetyd!  this blog is now an archive.

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Oh Pelor, you have something to tell me and I want to hear it.

Inspired by the scene from episode 94 in which Vex and Trinket meditated (and slept) under the Sun Tree :> 

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Whitestone’s hottest glam couple put together

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Here’s some art I did of the twins a while ago for my Instagram (@TwinkiesDraws)

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thinkin about vex today

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The Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt

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self care is redrawing your faves in a Stardust (2007) au after reading it

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“Supplicant.”

Or, The Chariot and The Tower.

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Have some older Vex w/ her grand-cubs for the road 🐻

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“Hello there, Darling. In need of my arrows?”

The Goddess of the Grey Hunt is here to help ya crit

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- 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋.

               𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓, that vex’ahlia seems to give so easily and so readily, he nearly flinches away as her hand lifts towards his face. he finds himself closing his eyes and holding as still as stone, scarcely daring to breathe as the adventure roughened pad of vex’ahlia’s thumb collects the moisture on his cheeks in a quick swipe. she’d done the same all those  — no, he’s not going to think about her right now. he’s not going to let himself get this muddled. 

     it’s deliberate and slow, the way she approaches him for the embrace he craves and abhors in equal measure, and percy doesn’t know how to thank vex for that small kindness. he’s never found a way to put to words the way physical contact often sends spikes of fear through him— not that he has tried to put it to words for any of the group when they invade his space with such incredible ease….  he tries now to voice something, anything to convey his appreciation. no sound leaves his mouth beyond the stuttering of breath he has yet to gain control over. she is going to touch him. she’s going to embrace him if he does not move away. and he can move away. vex’ahlia makes it clear in the way she’s approaching that he can retreat. but he does not move. and suddenly she is right there with his name whispered gently over the crackle of the fire behind them. 

     he cannot hide the way he tenses as her arms wrap round his midsection. the way he seems to vibrate beneath her touch as every nerve in his body screams for him to wrest free of it. he cannot disguise the hammering of his heart in his chest, in his throat, in his ears as vex’ahlia rests her head against his sternum. it’s almost too much. the warmth of her arms encircling him, the weight of her head against his chest. 

     something he cannot name breaks inside as her fingers curl into the back of his father’s coat. percy clings to her, arms encircling her much the way she holds him. chest heaves as he no longer attempts to hold back the sobs that had been threatening an appearance all night. a distant part of him continues to scream for this embrace to end, for him to put as much distance between them as possible, but percy ignores it. 

     “ i’m still angry. ”  the words are mangled by the sobs that wrack him, by the way he cannot seem to fill his lungs, but he manages to breathe the confession into vex’ahlia’s hair regardless. it does nothing to fill the emptiness in his chest, trusting her with that partial truth.  “ i thought…. ”  

      𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 to expect from him. she & vax had always been tactile, though that came with the nature of having never been apart. vex’ahlia watches his expression, the concern evident upon her features, but does not move away from him. all she can do is hope that this is what he needed, & that he isn’t suffering just to make an attempt at pleasing her. percy tenses, & vex can feel his discomfort like biting nails on the back of her neck. nevertheless, she remains. she wonders if it’s the sound of the steady drum of his heart that she’s hearing, or if her own was rioting against her. 

      what she does not expect, however, is the way that he grabs at her so ardently. percival cries; it’s loud & terrible & forlorn, & her heart breaks for him a second time. a third time. she can feel his grief, not unlike what she had felt for her mother. not unlike the rage she felt towards her father. percy speaks, & vex listens quietly. 

      ❝ you’re allowed to be angry, percy, ❞ the ranger murmurs back to him. her voice is soft. soothing. it holds no level of sarcastic vigor; rather, it speaks of an understanding too great & terrible to give name to. ❝ you’re allowed to cry. to grieve. ❞ she squeezes slightly, as if trying to convey deeper meaning to her words, ❝ a happy ending doesn’t mean that everything went perfectly, ❞ a pause, ❝ nor does it mean that you need to forget all that you’ve lost to be here in this moment. ❞

      she lingers, then, suddenly worrying that she seems too patronizing. this wasn’t about her, after all. it was about percy’s healing. his grief. she swallows thickly, her fingers still twined in the fabric of his jacket as she leans back to look at him for a moment; it’s a small movement, & all it requires is for her to remove her head from resting against his chest. her expression is solemn, yet soft. vex’ahlia only looks at him for a moment or two before resuming the embrace, having found his expression far too difficult to take in.

      ❝ you can talk to me, darling. even if you don’t know what to say. ❞

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i’ll be on vacation from 7/10 to 7/17. queues will be running!

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Critical Role: Vox Machina Origins III #02 (2021)

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Percy & Vex in Critical Role: Vox Machina Origins III #01 (2021)

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- 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋. 

               𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 angry about being hunter’s marked like he’d suspected. irritated at the very least. but percival finds it hard to feel anything at all about the magic that turns him into a beacon for vex to follow. he understands why she’s done it. she’s worried, of course. says as much as she admits to using that magic on him.  ( he’s almost used to that as well. the worry from the others in their group. almost. )  but he’s perfectly capable of reading between the lines. she doesn’t —

          i trust you. he startles at that despite himself, and he’s glad that his back is turned towards vex’ahlia lest she see the moisture that pricks his eyes at that reassurance. he’d been certain that the fear, that seed of doubt he’d seen in keyleth’s eyes was mirrored in vex’ahlia’s every time he’d caught her gaze during dinner.  

          he’s done so many horrible things these past few days. tortured a boy not much younger than himself for answers so like she had all those years ago. lost himself so thoroughly in his fury that vex’ahlia had pleaded with him to take off the mask as the smoke poured from him. let ripley escape though she would always be the more dangerous threat.  ( she had his designs. the proof of it strapped to his hip even now. the damage she could cause… and he hadn’t pursued her. )  and, most unforgivingly, cassandra. he’d nearly — no, he had attempted to kill her. orthax had been a part of him. a manifestation of his rage. and that demon had pursued cassandra with the sole intent of killing her. percival himself had pointed the gun at his younger sister. sure, the pepperbox had been broken, but what did it matter? he’d still done it. he’d still felt the incessant need to pull the trigger, to complete the list.

          she trusts him? she still trusts him after everything?

         ( percival is distantly aware of the way his breathing has quickened, of the way his hands shake despite the proximity to the fire. watches outside himself as the wetness gathering in his eyes spills down his cheeks as he turns to face the ranger that had come all this way to make sure he wasn’t alone. )  

           “ vex…. ”  he loathes the way his voice cracks on that one word. his hand twitches toward her, shaking all the while, as he takes an aborted step toward the door. he wants for nothing more than solitude as he breaks. percy wants for nothing more than vex’s arms to wrap around him, for her voice to fill the room and drown out the thoughts he cannot quiet on his own. 

      𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 tension of his shoulders, but there was no way that she could have missed the way that he shifted so suddenly at the notion of trust. grief pools in her stomach, threatening to overcome her for a moment - & she grieves for him above all else. a part of her is grateful that she cannot see his expression, though she wonders what she would have seen. it is difficult, given how naturally physical touch came to her & her brother, but she endeavored to give him the space that he might have needed. vex’ahlia does what she can to push aside the memories of the blackened smoke - torturous & billowing from every inch of him; instead, she recalls the removing of his mask; how he had looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. vex exhales softly. 

      his hands shake, & she is on her feet once more. the movement is deft & silent, yet spoke countless volumes. she lingers still, uncertain, until he shifts to allow her to see the grief as it had begun to gather in the corner of his eyes. without thought, she intercepts him at the sound of her name on his lips. something unnamable & frightening bubbles up, yet she pushes it down once more. now is not the time, she whispers to herself, & looks to soothe him. a hand reaches up, attempting to brush away the tears with a quick swipe of her thumb before she is stepping into his space. the movement itself is slow, as if to give him a chance to retreat, though her arms wrap around his middle just the same. 

      ❝ oh, percy, ❞ she murmurs; the embrace is safe & solid. vex’ahlia holds on to him as if she suspected he may fade away into that same billowing smoke. despite her wish to say more - to say anything, really, she allows that silence to retake the room. her head rests against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart as he struggled so ardently. her thumb brushes against the fabric of the coat upon his back before her fingers twine there; she keeps a careful handhold. it does not speak of possession. rather, she does all that she can to convey her wish to allow him this moment of quiet acknowledgement.

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Titanic (1997) dir. James Cameron