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crithaus · 7 months

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#PERC'AHLIA WEEK Day 7: Free/ Random

You've all seen an old old draft of this with completely different composition a ways back on my blog and this lovely week with it's lovely server inspired me to actually finish it

So behold, the newest edition to the Royal House of Whitestone, the brand new Lady of the house, Lady Vex'ahlia De Rolo. De Rolo!! When Yennen finishes up the words and they have their kiss under the Sun Tree (scaled down for size for my own survival) Vex casts aside her old name and hand in hand they become devoted husband and devoted wife, pulling each other back from the brink and all that jazz, and enjoying this secret marriage snatched from the jaws of the world ending (again). I tried to make it a little less busy than Dalen's Closet and I failed BUT y'know....idk but it's cute so

Now, at this point she isn't technically pelor's champion but I cannot help myself and they're under the sun tree damnit so her future championship is manifesting already, and yea that's all folks, perc'ahlia week was a blast and next year I'll be on time for it so yea yea yea tell me your thoughts in the tags, reblog this and tag i beg you its the only thing that keeps me going artistically, look at what I can bring when you give me attention 😉

(Also Tumblr doesn't release tips til you hit $25 and I'm at like $23.50 does anyone wanna throw me a dolla no pressure tho)

#critical role #vox machina #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia de rolo #perc'ahlia #vex'ahlia #perc'ahlia week #perc'ahlia week 2023

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waltwhitmansbeard · 7 months

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Perc'ahlia Week: Free/Random

we did it folks! thanks to everyone who participated in @percahliaweek, esp the good folks who organized this whole thing! it's been so much fun to explore these prompts! here's hoping i stick the landing.

Percival de Rolo III wakes up on his last day knowing that he will not see another dawn. It hardly scares him; if anything, his aching joints have been screaming for rest for ages now, each one creaking and stiff like an unwound clock. He doesn't know where the certainty comes from, only that it doesn't feel macabre or fatalistic. He is going to die today. Better get a move on.

He doesn't begrudge Vex'ahlia's stubborn insistence that he's fine. He doesn't begrudge Vex'ahlia's stubborn anything. He lets her perform her morning ritual as usual, lies still as she grips one of his hands in both of hers and pours into him every ounce of magic she has for the day. The healing doesn't work, because he is not injured, merely human. Still, he smiles and thanks her, and they both pretend that it made things better.

Over breakfast in bed (all of his breakfasts are in bed these days, as are all of his other meals, and in fact the vast majority of his time), he quietly asks her to gather their family. She freezes, her forkful of eggs halfway up to her mouth. His vision is not what it used to be, but she is so beautiful, the golden rays of Pelor's dawn sparkling in her hair, now more silver than brown. She has always glittered, something beautiful and wild, a dragon who made a hoard of his heart.

She sets her fork down. She does not look at him. She asks if he's sure. He says that he is. She believes him, because after seven decades, she knows he is not a liar. It is a feat, the way she schools her expression into something that doesn't shatter his heart in two. She smiles and kisses his cheek. "Of course, darling."

They come, because for the past year or so, they have been preparing themselves for this very thing. Keyleth is called first, and she takes it upon herself to gather the most far-flung. Percy misses most of their arrivals; his energy wanes quickly after breakfast, and he passes in and out of sleep until a pair of lips on his cheek stir him back to consciousness. "Hi, Grandpa."

Vesper's eldest, Whitney, helps him into a sitting position. He feels each and every one of his bones as he moves. Beside her, her husband, an elven man Percy remembers not trusting for years, holds their infant son. Whitney's eyes are red and swollen. "Mimi says you...wanted everyone here."

Percy lets out a coughing laugh; gods above, they're great-grandparents now, and Vex still hates being called grandma. "I don't think I have many goodbyes left in me, dear. Better to get them all out while I can."

She sniffs. "Can't...can't Aunt Kiki do something?"

Slowly, he reaches over to pat her hand where it rests on the bedspread. "Keyleth has done more for me than any man deserves, as has your grandmother, as has Pike. I have seen my share of sunsets and sunrises, Whitney. Time for...better eyes than mine to take a look."

Just then, the door to the master suite opens, and more de Rolos come spilling in like light through an open window. Wolfe is first, one arm around Gwen, clearly keeping her upright; Danny follows, his aunt Cassandra hobbling beside him, leaning heavily on his arm. Danny's followed by his son, Shaun, and Shaun's very pregnant partner, whose name Percy can't remember. It's disorienting, but not the first time Percy's memory has failed him. Once he had the sharpest mind in Whitestone, keen enough to make the inventions that set his home years ahead of the rest of the continent, technologically speaking, but most days now, his mind feels like a sieve, permeable, untrustworthy.

Still, he smiles as the rest of his family spills in, children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, twenty in all, not including Cass, who is given the chair right by his bedside. So many de Rolos, in a castle once entirely empty of them. Percy sees so much of the family he lost in their faces—his mother's eyes, his father's nose, Ludwig's jaw, Whitney's hair—and not for the first time, he knows what it means to be immortal in the most human way.

As they say their goodbyes, as they sniff away tears, as they promise him to do right by their family name, he knows that the legacy he has been chasing his entire life, one not stained with blood and black with smoke, has been a fool's errand. His family is not his legacy. They are people, just as he is, no more, no less. They will be great and they will be terrible and they will make mistakes and they will make the world a better place because the gods know that Percy has been far from a perfect man, but he believes he has done what he can to sow in their hearts the seeds of kindness, charity, empathy. He cannot claim them as his legacy because they are still building legacies of their own, ones that will reach far beyond his time in this realm.

He lets them kiss his cheek. He whispers his love, over and over, endless and true. He smiles and looks into each of their faces, hoping the sieve lasts long enough to carry him into whatever comes next.

He doesn't remember falling asleep, but when he awakes, the only de Rolo who remains is Cass. He can't see the white stripe in her hair anymore, because it is all white now. Her eyes are a soft blue, belying her almost complete lack of vision. Percy squeezes her hand. "You still with me, Cass?"

"You're asking me?" They both grin. "I've been trying to get rid of you for years. It's about time you got out of here."

"Yes, well, you remember how Mother used to scold me for being so slow to rise in the mornings."

"That's because you'd stay up until all hours reading."

"Which is why I'm so much smarter than you."

She rolls her eyes, and the air shifts, cools into something more melancholy. "Are you so sure it's now? You seem in such high spirits for a man convinced he's going to die today."

Percy doesn't know how to explain to her the knowing, the certainty in his bones that he could count the number of words he has left. He thinks of a night when they were young, far younger than they are now, when Cass would crawl into his bed during a thunderstorm, shaking and afraid. He tries to explain it the same way he explained to that little girl that the thunder wasn't going to hurt her. "The gods have seen my hubris, my cruelty, my ego throughout the years...and they have loved me anyway. How else do you explain this?" He gestures weakly with his free hand, and he knows that she knows he's not referring to the castle and its riches. "I awoke this morning with my wife beside me in the home that we built, and I felt their calling in my chest. I am not long for this world, Cassandra." Tears slip quickly and silently down her nose. "I'm not afraid. Whatever is coming for me, good, bad, or ugly, it was worth what I experienced here, with my family. With you. I should have died with the rest of our siblings, with Mother and Father, that terrible night. I didn't. Everything after has been...a gift."

"A gift for me." She brings his hand up to her mouth, kisses his papery skin with her thin lips. "Your children and grandchildren, they've been a gift to me, too. Thank you for giving me my family back, Percival."

He smiles, and new fatigue washes over him. His eyes blink slow and long, and she pats his hand. "Rest now, brother. You still have work to do."

He wants to argue, but the sleep rushes over him, dark and warm, like smoke.

When Percival de Rolo III awakens for the last time, he is very much not alone. Perched on his left side is Keyleth, timeless and ethereal. The circlet and mantle of her station are gone, and for a moment, they're kids again, the entire world at their feet. Her eyes are glassy, and he has to be impressed that she hasn't started crying yet.

Standing on the foot of the bed, each holding onto a poster, are Pike and Scanlan. Like Keyleth's, neither's face belies much of the past seventy-odd years, but he can't find it in himself to be jealous of all the life they have yet to live. He thinks himself lucky to have had this, such a perfect little slice of the world, fit exactly to size for him.

Between the two of them, already a blubbering mess, is Taryon, the only person in the room who looks the way Percy feels. His liver spots match Percy's, which must drive Tary crazy. He wonders if this is harder or easier for him, given that Tary has already been grieving Lawrence these past six years or so. He hopes that Tary can be of use to Vex, though if he had to guess, he'd think Keyleth is better suited to the task.

Because she is also here, his heart, his Vex'ahlia. She sits at his right hand, where Cass had been earlier, and gently runs her fingers over the inside of his wrist. She has never been anything less the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, and not for the first time, though perhaps for the last, he thanks the gods for allowing her to be his. Well over half a century together, and he knows by the tremulous bob of her throat and the eyes that will not meet his that she is using every ounce of her formidable strength to keep herself in one piece.

"Hey, Percy." He looks back to Scanlan, whose shit-eating grin has not changed a bit in all these years. "If you finally wanted that six-way, you didn't have to say you were dying to get us here. You could have just asked."

Pike punches his shoulder, but Percy laughs. "You'd never...keep up with me...Scanlan."

"Yeah, I bet that's true." He reaches down to pat Percy's foot beneath the blankets. "You always were a better man than me."

"The bar is in hell," Pike grumbles under her breath, and Percy coughs out another laugh. They must be off-again, he guesses. Well, it was nice of them to come, regardless.

"Tary." The man in question cries twice as hard when Percy says his name. "Have I ever told you...how proud I am...of you?"

Tary brings a shaking hand up to wipe at his eyes, and Pike pats his arm reassuringly. "That's what I care about. If a guy like you could see the good in a guy like me...well, I knew I was gonna be okay."

And Tary is more than okay, Percy knows. He's done more good in the world than any of them would have thought possible the day they met him, arrogant and annoying and so very naïve. Percy is proud of him, proud of the work they've done together and apart. Someday, not too long from now, these same people will gather around Tary, usher him as gently from this world as they do for Percy now, and Percy can only hope that they sing his praises as loudly as he deserves.

Pike hops up onto the bed, her socked feet padding over so she can kneel by his elbow in front of Keyleth. She grips her holy symbol, now worn and smoothed, in one hand and rests the other over Percy's heart. "Everlight, please carry my friend into the next life with the same light and compassion he has shown me in our time together." Her voice is strong, but Percy can hear the tremble in it. "As faithful as I have been to you in my life, he has been twice as faithful to me, to his friends, to his family, to the people of Whitestone. And I think you and I both know that faith does not come quite so easily to some as it does to others." She opens one eye to grin at him, and he winks back. She closes the eye again to finish her prayer. "Let his soul rest among his ancestors, and may your benevolent light never stray from those he leaves behind."

There is a long beat of silence, and though his eyes are not what they used to be, Percy swears the mid-afternoon light streaming in from the wrought-iron windows flares just a bit brighter. Pike releases her holy symbol, leans down, and kisses his cheek. "Y'know," she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear, "for someone doomed by the narrative, you did alright for yourself, Percy."

"I couldn't...have done it without you."

The first of Pike's tears falls, and she slips back to the foot of the bed wiping at her eyes. Percy lets his head tip to the side, and Keyleth's face is as red as her hair, her own tears falling fast and loose down cheeks that don't look a day over thirty. "Hey."

"Hey." She sniffs, taking his hand in both of hers. "I know...I have a lot of goodbyes coming my way. Goodbyes I don't even know about because the hellos haven't happened yet. But you...fuck." She scrubs at her eyes with the back of her wrist. "I don't know what my life looks like without you, Percy. I don't wanna find out."

Oh, he truly does not envy her yawning years. He knows no one who deserves to have her heart broken less than Keyleth does, and yet he knows that so much heartbreak awaits her in the millennium to come. He squeezes her hand, and he prays to the Dawnfather that all of that heartbreak does not quiet her, does not harden her heart from the joys this world has to offer. Keyleth was made for sunlight, for spring flowers, for flight. The shadows will come, but they must not dull her shine.

"Keyleth, Voice of the Tempest." He attempts to gather as much authority into his weak voice as he can muster. "I charge you with not just the welfare of Zephrah, but with that of Whitestone, and of Tal'dorei as a whole. There is no one I trust more to act as steward of these people. Your wisdom, your generosity, your empathy...more than ever, you are needed to bestow your gifts upon Exandria. You know..." He smirks up at her. "We've met gods, Keyleth. And this may not be the best time to blaspheme, but they've got nothing on you."

She throws herself onto him, and it hurts, but he takes it. One last hug from his best friend, from the sister he gained after so much loss. Her tears soak into his neck, and for the first time today, his own prickle behind his eyes. He regrets all of the things he will miss, the wonderful accomplishments of his friends, his progeny, his neighbors. It is such a mortal thing, to know that the world will keep spinning in your absence, and to love and hate the spin for it. But someday, even the ageless Voice of the Tempest will rest, and if the gods know any mercy, he will see her again.

Before she pulls away, a shaking, sniffling mess, she whispers in his ear, "Tell him I still love him?"

He nods. He already knows, but Percy will tell him anyways.

As if on cue, there is a small commotion near the one open window on the far side of the chamber, and everyone turns to see a raven, too large to be natural, resting on the sill, as if it has always been there. There is a cracked sob from Percy's right, and he turns his head to see his wife covering her mouth with her hand.

Just enough time left, then.

"Come here." A small tug to her hand, and she's coming up to sit beside him, hip to hip. She brushes his thin, limp hair from his face, and he struggles to bring her hand, wrinkled and beautiful, to his lips. "What a life, eh?"

Her answering smile is watery. "The best one I could have imagined. It's the best gift you've given me."

"Well, I gave you quite a lot."

"It's my love language, darling, and you were always so fluent."

He laughs at that, and it dissolves into a cough. The raven flutters its wings in his periphery. "Let them take care of you?" His eyes cast over their friends before returning to her crumpled face. "We didn't create this wonderful life together for you to be alone when I'm gone. There are so many people who love you, Vex'ahlia de Rolo, and while I will always be the first among them, in this world or the next, I am not worried for you."

Her hair, unbraided and streaked with silver, spills onto his chest as she leans over him. "I'm not worried for you, either. I know that wherever you're going, I'll find you. I'll always find you. It's kind of my thing, after all." She sniffs loudly. "So take my heart with you, alright? I'll want it back when I get there."

"My extraordinary, incomparable wife. My heart, my judgement. My treasure, my salvation."

Crying, she kisses him, and it feels just like it did that first time, in a snow-capped wood, when they were kids and death was just another monster they could slay. He tastes the salt of her tears and the warmth of her skin and he knows every agony, every loss, every sorrow was always and will always be worth her. For the briefest moment, his heart pinches, a desperate wish to stay, but when his final kiss with his wife ends, he's smiling, because how many men can go to their deathbeds with no regrets?

He looks to his friends once more, each one a gift, a story, a legacy, and with a fading voice, says, "Vox Machina. What an honor it's been to change the world with you." His eyelids feel so heavy; he's already slept so much today. To his wife, he murmurs, "Dear, do you mind if I rest for a moment?"

"Of course, darling." She bends down to kiss his cheek. "Rest now. I'll be here."

The last things he sees are Vex's shining eyes, and across the room, a raven taking flight.

When Percy opens his eyes, he sees them, his friends, their heads bowed and shoulders trembling. They are circled around his deathbed, and Percy watches them mourn. It's far and away the strangest scene he's ever beheld.

"Percival Frederickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III."

He turns, a smile already coming to his face. Oh, the ease with which he moves! He looks down at his hands—smooth and dexterous, hands he hasn't seen in years. "Would you look at that."

The black-feathered figure in the corner of the room is masked, so Percy can't see his face, but Percy doesn't need to see the smirk to feel it. "A handsome bastard once again, I see."

"Screw you, I was always handsome."

"No arguments here." The Champion of Ravens strides closer, and Percy can't help but feel a bit intimidated. "Welcome home, brother."

And they are embracing, reunited after so many decades of grief. "Thank you," Vax murmurs, in his strange, not-quite-Vax voice. "Thank you for taking care of them."

"It was my privilege." They separate, and the two dead men look at the ones they've left behind. "We still felt your loss. Every day, we navigated the hole your absence created. Them in particular." He gestures to Vex and Keyleth, who hold hands over his body's torso as they weep. "I just hope I did enough to help them find the way."

"You did. And now it's my turn." Vax sweeps a hand back, and the door to the chamber opens, but instead of the marbled hall he's used to, Percy sees only a brilliant, blinding white light.

Percy frowns. "Is Grog in there? To be honest, I thought he'd be the first to greet me. You know how bored he gets without someone to entertain him."

"I'm afraid I don't know. I only walk to dead to their doors. I don't get to see what's inside."

For the first time today, Percy's heart well and truly breaks. "Well, just know that as long as they live—" He jerks his head toward the remaining members of Vox Machina. "—your sacrifice will not be forgotten."

"I live as long as they live."

Percy chuckles. "First the mask, now the quotes—you want to be me so bad."

"Get in the light before I throw your ass in there, Freddie."

Grinning, Percy claps him on the shoulder as he passes by, letting is strong legs and youthful knees take him toward the door. Just a step away from the frame, he stops, bathed in the warm, mysterious light. He looks back one last time at his family, wonderful and perfect and his, and murmurs, "What a nice story, indeed." And then he steps into the light.

#percahliaweek #percahliaweek23 #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia fic #my fic #perc'ahlia week #perc'ahlia week 2023

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mushrooms-and-antlers · 7 months

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Vex's Journal (modern au)

Vignettes of the story of Vex'ahlia de Rolo, Baroness of the First House of Whitestone, Champion of Pelor, Coinmistress of the Tal'Dorei Council, and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt told through the pages of her journal.

#perc'ahlia #percy de rolo #percy de blorbo #vexahlia #cr1 #perc'ahlia week 2023 #critical role #vex #vex'ahlia #percahlia #percival de rolo

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essayofthoughts · 7 months

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Dawn's Treasure | ~1k, Critical Role, Perc'ahlia

Vex, being an early bird, loves to watch the sun rise.

Read @ AO3 for @percahliaweek

#percaliaweek #perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia week 2023 #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #my fic

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derivakaldeh · 7 months

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[Perc'ahlia Week 2023] Day Two: Darkness/Legacy

The Archfey and the Terrible Tinkerer will see you now.

@percahliaweek

Okay, so Tumblr is hiding my posts yet again because I guess the male nurples set off the no-no content filter?! Hence the censoring. For the original, unfiltered version, please check out my Twitter!

#perc'ahlia #percahlia #percahliaweek #vox machina #tlovm #critical role #vex'ahlia #percival de rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percy de rolo #kaldeh sharts

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critter-rarepair-reccs · 3 months

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Welcome to Critter Rarepair Reccs!

Hey y'all! Welcome to Critter Rarepair Reccs, a recommendation list aimed at fics written for ships that are largely under-represented, appreciated, and loved in our fandom! Now, let's address the elephant in the room first; rarepair is a misnomer here, knowingly. Some of the ships eligible to be recc'ed on this list might not be ones you'd consider a rarepair! So, the more proper welcome would be-

Welcome to Critter Underloved Ship Reccs

For brevity's sake, the URL is staying, though.

Now, it goes without saying, but before we get into the details here, let's get one thing clear: this blog is dedicated to spreading love and appreciation to fanworks and their creators. Ship hate of any kind will not be tolerated and will result in a block.

With that said, let's talk about the criteria for an underloved ship and why we're defining it the way we are.

Definition & Explantion

There is one qualifier for a ship to be eligible for this list: less than 100 fics were written for it and posted to Ao3 during 2023.

We landed on this metric for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it casts a very wide net for pairings while still narrowing the field a fair bit. The gulf of works between flagship pairings, endgame pairings, and some of the larger side/non-canon pairings is significant. Secondly, we wanted to take a look at how the fandom is currently, which is why we pivoted away from using the Wildflower System ( @cr-summer-wildflowers ) of excluding any pairing with more than 500 fics total. There are a number of pairings that were extremely popular at one point in time, but these days get far less love and attention. Let's take Widofjord for example. They have almost a thousand fics total and were in the Top 10 relationship tags for Critical Role on Ao3 for a long time. But last year? Only 27 fics were written for them. They have, functionally, become a rarepair.

So, to be fair to ships that exist in that same, nebulous space, we're looking at totals from last year, not lifetime.

For illustration purposes, here are charts (compiled by the wonderful @spottedenchants ) showing how many fics were written for each PC/PC ship last year.

Ineligible Ships

Which ships, then, don't qualify under that definition? It's not a terribly long list. PC endgame relationships, primarily, a handful of non-canon pairings, and some prospective endgame ships. For simplicity's sake, we'll break them down by campaign.

Campaign 1: Perc'ahlia, Vaxleth, Pikelan, Perc'ildan

Campaign 2: Shadowgast, Beauyasha, Fjorester, Widomauk

Campaign 3: Imodna, Dorym, Ashrym

If one of these pairings is secondary or background to a fic, that's alright! But the fic shouldn't focus or center on them. It's also worth noting that polyamorous ships that include one of these pairs are also alright! Shadowidomauk, for example, only had 61 fics written for it last year, so they're in the clear! The same goes for Dashrym, as another example, as they've only ever had 36 fics written for them.

It is also worth noting all accepted submissions must be respectful of character’s canon sexualities; for example, we will not take fics that feature an M/F pairing of a lesbian character, even if said pairing fits the “rarepair” criteria.

The caveat to the above would be queerplatonic fic! There will be an option on the submission form to specify, to avoid confusion due to Ao3’s lack of a designated QPR relationship tag!

So when does the list open for submissions?

Very soon! February 7th, next Wednesday! The opening theme with be Fluff, and that list will be posted a week later, on Valentine’s Day, February 14th! I hope we’ll see you then! 🩷

#recc list rules & info #cr rarepair recc list

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you-poopin · 7 months

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Perc'ahlia Week 2023 Day 1: Dawn/Treasure

It's finally Perc'ahlia Week, which, as a newish Critter marks my first fandom event (and my first prompt week fulfillment ever in my decade or so of being in fandoms). Each day, I've written a fic based on one of the prompt words, and for the word I did not write fic for, I added a few songs to my Percy/Vex Playlist that suit it! For day one, my fic is for Treasure:

My Playlist additions are for Dawn:

“golden hour” by JVKE

“A New Day Has Come” by Celine Dion

I've been working on these fics since July and I am so excited to share them with everyone! Special thanks to the lovely folks in the @percahliaweek server for being so lovely and supportive. And thanks to the admins/mods as well for setting up the whole thing and being awesome. I can't wait to see the amazing things everyone creates!

#percahliaweek #perc'ahlia #percy x vex #percival de rolo #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia de rolo #vex'ahlia #campaign 1 #vox machina #critical role #critters #day 1 #dawn/treasure #ship week #my playlist #they are not worth you #Spotify

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jae-birde · 7 months

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Perc'ahlia Week Day 7

Free/Random

My final entry for @percahliaweek!

Percy adjusted his grip on Bad News, his new firearm, which has so far proven to be rather useful, especially with the significant increase in range (that he was still tweaking). Eyebrows furrowed, he used the scope to scan the trees surrounding the raider camp for any movement. Their party (Percy refused to call them the SHITs, despite that being their official name. Simply referring to them as "the party" would do) had been hired to track down and deal with a band of raiders that had been terrorizing the nearby village. The party had successfully tracked them down to their camp.

Percy's gaze roamed the forest, just managing to pick out where Grog, Pike, and Scanlan were hiding and the foliage concealing Keyleth. He didn't expect to be able to find the twins, but not knowing where Vex'ahlia was positioned might prove to be a bit of an issue, considering the two of them were the team's snipers and long-ranged fighters, and coordinating their attacks was always helpful.

"Vex? Where are you hiding?" Percy asked quietly, holding the Earring of Whisper as he spoke.

There was a pause, and then Vex's voice sounded from the earring, a slight echo to her words due to the enchantment. "Well, that just means that I'm being extra stealthy today." Percy could practically hear the wink that she'd surely be giving him if they could see each other, and he felt a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

Huffing in amusement, Percy shifted his position on the rock he was perched on, refocusing his scope on the entrance of the largest tent in the camp. "Can you see me?" He asked, partially for practicality, partially out of curiosity.

"Only because I'm looking."

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jae-birde · 7 months

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Perc'ahlia Week Day 1

Dawn/Treasure

My first entry for @percahliaweek!

Vex lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling.

She couldn't sleep.

Sure, she knew that she needed to get some sleep, but she was restless. She'd known as soon as her head hit her pillow that she wouldn't be getting much sleep. She prided herself on the accuracy of her internal clock, and she knew that it was late and that she had several hours before anyone would be awake and ready.

They planned to travel to Syngorn the next day, but Vex's time there as a young girl kept circling in her mind: the judgement, the ridicule, the scorn faced at every turn. As much as she'd initially been enchanted by Syngorn, she now felt nothing but contempt for the elven city. The only good thing there was Velora, and the possibility of seeing her little sister was one of the sole things keeping her from trying to turn tail and leave.

Vex sat up, shaking the thoughts from her mind. If she was going to be awake, then she might as well be productive. She pulled out her armour and some polish and started scrubbing at it, trying to clean it to the point that it would at least be presentable. And there was a tear in her cloak that she ended as neatly as she could, a small smile on her face as she remembered her mother's sewing lessons. While Vax had enjoyed them more and soaked up the knowledge like a sponge, Vex still knew her way around needlepoint.

Once she was satisfied (who was she kidding, she would never be satisfied enough for this), she set to fixing her hair, silently thanking Scanlan just this once for his vanity and need to have mirrors in every bedroom of his mansion. After she finished re-braiding her hair for the second time, she held her two blue feathers, deliberating about wearing them the next day, when there was a knock at her door.

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derivakaldeh · 7 months

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[Perc'ahlia Week 2023] Day Four: Shoot/Reborn

Another Second Life edit this time!

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derivakaldeh · 7 months

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[Perc'ahlia Week 2023] Day One: Dawn/Treasure

After a long night keeping watch over the rest of the party, our favorite lovebirds awaken to find themselves in a rather compromising position...

(AKA I ran out of time to draw, so here's a Second Life photo instead)

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waltwhitmansbeard · 7 months

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perc'ahlia week 23 masterpost

below are the seven fics i wrote for perc'ahlia week 2023. you can also find them in one work on ao3.

Day 1: Dawn/Treasure The youngest de Rolo child screams her way into the world right at dawn, but she herself is the color of sunset.

Day 2: Darkness/Legacy BOOM.

Day 3: Mask/Trinket Vex hasn’t seen her husband in days.

Day 4: Shoot/Reborn This is the second time Percy’s killed Vex.

Day 5: Fairytale/Class Vex knows what it is to be hungry.

Day 6: Yours/Later Percy paces the long length of the chamber, back and forth, back and forth.

Day 7: Free/Random Percival de Rolo III wakes up on his last day knowing that he will not see another dawn.

#perc'ahlia week #perc'ahlia week 23 #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia fic #my fic

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year

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hello!

welcome to my blog. :) apparently most people call me walt, which you are welcome to do as well. my pronouns are she/her and i live in the united states. i like critical role, which is what you'll see the most of on this blog, but i've got some other interests as well, like dimension 20, art, science, and cute animals.

you might be here because of my critical role fanfiction, and if so, thanks for stopping by! my biggest work is called my fair lady and it's a vaxleth-centric medieval au. you can find more information about that on the mfl masterpost.

my latest longfic, i'm sending a raven, is available on ao3 here.

if it's shorter drabbles you're after, i've got those too! they're broken into separate masterposts because tumblr has link limit but they are as follows:

campaign one

campaign two

campaign three

the legend of vox machina

they're also available on ao3 in the work titled worse: we're family. you can also find all of my other writing over on ao3, where i also go by the username waltwhitmansbeard. i take requests for these drabbles! you can use any of the ask memes i've reblogged (just be sure to specify, especially if it's an older meme), or you can just put an idea in my askbox. try to only send me one at a time; it can be a bit overwhelming to have five or six requests in the askbox at the same time, though i love to have them. these are the ships i feel most comfortable/excited to write:

keyleth/vax

vex/percy

vax/gilmore

keyleth/vax/gilmore

caleb/essek

jester/fjord

orym/will

imogen/laudna

dorian/orym

ashton/orym

ashton/fearne/orym

ashton/dorian/orym

i also really enjoy writing platonic friendships between really any of the cr pcs (or npcs!) so feel free to float those my way as well! you can be as specific or as general as you'd like in prompts.

have you ever thought about what it would be like if keyleth and vax lived together and had a podcast about plants? me too! have you ever thought about what it would be like if the members of vox machina were vampires and witches? me too!

i am participating in critter genfic bingo! you can find my bingo entries here! i participated in perc'ahlia week 2023! you can find the masterpost of those fics here!

i liveblog each new critical role episode on friday mornings after the episode streams, so if you don't wanna see that, please block #cr spoilers. i liveblog each new dimension 20 episode as soon as it airs, so if you don't wanna see that, please block #d20 spoilers. i will tag posts and reblogs for each of those things for 48 hours after the episode airs.

i'm so happy to be part of this community, and i'm always grateful to anyone who wants to stop by and say hi! i promise i'll only bite a little. ;)

if you enjoy my writing, please consider donating to my ko-fi, if you're able to do so.

#me

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