Travis, about his DM-ing:

Travis’ friends + wife, 3/4 of the way through the game:

idk, buddy, I think they had fun 🤣🤣🤣

Hey what the FUCK are these rolls?

ashley in critical role one-shots* (part 2)

While thinking about a potential VM vs M9 Battle Royale sequel, it suddenly occurred to me just how unbelievably horny Veth would be about Grog. Fjord might not be in this one, but by god would Veth be bothering another Travis character

Gigglefits

I can’t unsee this being animated as the characters of Vox Machina. Just to see Vax laugh historically like Liam or Scanlan to wheeze like Sam would be absolutely astounding 😂

fuckyea

“I don’t know! I mean, maybe it was something else? Maybe it was the unicorn?”-Scanlan Shorthalt

Grog’s One-Shot

i was thinking about how terrifying it would be to DM a one-shot with a bunch of characters whose stories kind of got wrapped up in a nice bow with some vague amorphous looks into their future when resurrection magic is canonically down and how i'd be so scared to actually give them a super tough fight but then i realized that if "no resurrection magic" doesn't last forever the mighty nein have access to both top level resurrection spells and would 100% get back in the adventuring game for a few weeks to get enough for a big enough diamond

Bets on FCG getting a gun-based upgrade then never using it, to complete the pattern of Sam’s characters and guns?

The Search for Grog

i love that with grog's one-shot liam spent the entire time reminding everyone that while vax can be an angsty boy, he is primarily a goofy dumb bitch

Let Her Shatter

This fic is part of this writing challenge, as well as based on the prompt Memories from this prompt list. Day 2 - Write a scene without any dialogue. [Read on AO3]

Two weeks. That’s how long it takes Keyleth to return home for good. But is it really home? It still feels like it, but, at the same time, it also feels like there is something missing, and it’s not just because Keyleth has spent the last few years traveling Exandria with her companions. No, that is just a grain of sand in the sandpit. Through her adventures, Keyleth learned that home is not simply a physical location, but it can also be people, and without him, home feels emptier. So, no. Maybe Keyleth is not actually going home, not when he is not with her.

Korrin is waiting on the other side of the magic portal with a small entourage of guards (Keyleth warned him about her return so her father wouldn’t be worried sick about her most recent adventure to the Windswept Depths of Pandemonium). The relief on his face is evident once he sees his daughter alive and in one piece, but Keyleth sees the shift in his expression as it dawns on him that she crosses the portal alone when once she had a shadow behind her. 

There is no need for questions, and with the guards standing behind Korrin, looking equally confused, there is no opportunity for Keyleth to run into her father’s arms and break down into tears. Keyleth must wait until she is finally alone in her house (the one she shared with him, the one they left together, thinking they would return in a few days) to let out the primal scream she has been holding for two weeks, to break everything in sight, to punch and kick, and cry herself to sleep. Keyleth feels so empty, but simultaneously full of anger and frustration. She couldn’t do anything to stop him from leaving… from dying, even. If anything, she made it worse. She made Vax witness his own death before it happened. It’s all her fault. She should have done more to save him, to stop him from being disintegrated. Maybe if she had been good enough he could have stayed with her. It’s all on her.

Korrin must sense the cloud of darkness that assaults her thoughts because he grabs Keyleth into a tight hug. Fuck the guards and anyone watching, Keyleth knows is what her father is thinking. He’s right. In this moment, she’s not the Voice of the Tempest, she’s just Keyleth, a young woman who had her life taken away from her, and Korrin would be in the ground before he allowed anyone to say anything otherwise. But no one bats an eye or even dares to look their way. Keyleth’s face might be buried in her father’s embrace, but she still hears the guards’ footsteps leaving, growing quieter and quieter until it’s just the sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the cherry tree behind her, the low, muffled sob Keyleth finally releases, and Korrin’s sniffle against her head. 

 Keyleth doesn’t know what comes next or how she’s supposed to take on the mantle and lead her people when the one person she needs the most at her side is gone. She doesn’t know if she’s ever going to be able to return to her house and see the spare pair of boots that Vax always left by the door—one always askew on the floor, even though Keyleth scolded him everyday before she righted it—or the training daggers hidden in every nook and cranny. Keyleth chuckles wetly at the idea of finding daggers and weapons hidden everywhere years down the road when she thought she had found them all. Maybe one day she can look back at the fond memories of Vax hiding daggers in the umbrella rack or behind the couch cushions and smile, but today she cries because he’s not there anymore to replace the blade Keyleth took from its hiding spot in the fertilizer bin once she realized she’d forgotten her gardening knife. Vax will not be there anymore to scold her for dirtying his blades with manure, or tease her for using Whisper (which rarely left his belt) to peel potatoes in the kitchen. 

Maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe next year it will hurt less, maybe the next decade will bring her solace, but today, in this moment right now, all Keyleth wants to do is let grief consume her. She will pick up the pieces later, but for now… let her shatter.

if TLOVM doesn’t have a reference to Grog’s One-Shot in some capacity i will be Upset.

wait wait hold on is the implication here that when Vax dies he goes to live Liam O’Brien’s real life? Because that compels me so. Your dnd character dies and then you’re just you again. Their afterlife is whatever you’re doing next. ok. alright. why am I crying?

can’t stop thinking about grog strongjaw........