#vax imagines

[fattuccini-afraido]

Scanlan: Punch me in the face.

Vax: What?

Scanlan: Punch me in the face! Didn't you hear me?

Vax: I always hear "punch me in the face" when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext.

[dandelionjack]

> new series release (space babies) coincided with the uk seeing the northern lights for the first time in years

> the devil’s chord coincided with paul mccartney’s long-missing hofner bass guitar being found, by a doctor who fan no less

> boom coincided with an actual meteor crash

> 73 yards is coinciding with a rise in bizarre supposedly-occult animal sacrifice rituals in britain (the folk horror part) and rishi sunak finally calling a general election (the political drama part)

> hypothesis: russell t davies has somehow managed to tune in to the universe’s divine frequency ??

> conclusion: messing with the forces of fate, cause&effect and coincidence, even if it’s for the pop culture franchise you’re showrunning, actually turns it into an egregore, but only if it’s been going for long enough (sixty fucking years to the dot) and watched by enough people (tens of millions). which it has

> ergo, postscriptum: television magick is real and is being unintentionally performed by the creators + audience of the world’s silliest science fiction show

> /jk. unless?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vox Machina reacting to gn crush telling him/her that they had been told by their crushes that they're not good-looking and interesting please?

Vax thinks that’s an utter bollocks statement to make, especially since it was coming from someone you had feelings towards.

This absolute sweetheart would sit by you under a blanket of stars and keep you company until he thought you were ready to get back on your feet and show the fucker what they were missing out on.

‘They speak the universal language of bullshit.’ He’d say, which made you laugh in how he worded it. ‘I’m being serious! They don’t fucking know what they’ve missed out on, so don’t be too sad because they knew you were out of their reach and didn’t want to admit it out of their own pride.’ He adds as he allowed you to toy with his dagger

‘Still hurts though.’ You murmured as you tossed the dagger into the air and catching it by the handle as it comes down again. Vax frowns before nudging you in the side playfully.

‘Hey, it may suck now but sooner or later we’re going to look back on this and laugh at how much of a loser they were and how much better off you were without them to tie you down.’ He says and you look at him deeply before smiling. ‘Yeah they were a bit bland featured to be honest.’ You shyly admitted as vax laughed.

‘They’re bland as fuck and you are not, they’re a cunt and your far better then to let that twat have any ounce of power over you in any aspect, oh we can go see if I can pickpocket the bastard for everything their worth? Would that cheer you up?’ Vax asked as you mulled over the idea in your head, but it didn’t take long for you to want to see chaos ensue and you were quick to agree.

You and vax then ran off into the night like two giggling idiots, feeling a thousand times better then you were before.

Vex

‘Oh sweetheart that isn’t true, far from it.’ She’d say as she holds your face, wiping away your tears from your cheeks.

‘Then why would they say it.’ You said as you looked to her for answers within her eyes and Vex couldn’t help but feel her heart crack for you.

‘They’re not worth your tears, none at all if this is how they’re going to make you feel all the time.’ Vex told you as her bear companion huffed and cuddled into your side, sensing your sadness and distress and you were quick to run your hand through their fur in silent thanks.

‘I guess I shouldn’t have expected so much from them to begin with. After all nothing is set in stone.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But it still hurts regardless.’

‘And it will my dear, it will hurt but sometimes it can motivate us into going the path we were meant to all along.’ Vex replied as watched you and trinket interact with hope in her heart that you’ll be okay, that you’ll be alright in due time.

‘Thanks vex, I really needed to hear that today.’ You tell her, only for trinket to huff as you laugh and ruffle their fur, ‘and yes thank you too trinket, thank you for the emotional support.’

Trinket huffed again but this time in triumph.

Percy wouldn’t know how to comfort you at first but would find it easier to just let you air out your grievances instead.

‘They said I’m bland and unappealing! Only to then call me childish when I showed that I wasn’t happy being called such, claiming I can’t handle the truth.’ You groaned as you fell in to the empty chair that awaited you. ‘What a fucking joke.’ You murmured.

‘What they said is uncalled for and rude on all accounts,’ Percy said calmly, ‘they claim it’s true but from the stories you’ve told me about them, they’re the most boring and unpleasant person to ever engage in a conversation with without feeling the need to bring up your topic of the weather.’ He adds and you snorted at his sarcastic tone.

‘Yeah, they do tend to find the most boring things and talk about them for hours, how I thought that was attractive I’ll never know, blinded I guess.’ You shrugged as you both began to shit talk about your former crush and nitpick at their every aspect with scrutinising detail.

‘They cannot tie a cravat properly to save his life.’ Percy quipped.

‘They avoid taverns because they don’t like the liveliness of them, nor the rowdiness.’ You add.

Percy scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Pretentious prick.’

You jolted forward in your seat towards him as though you were going to tell him a secret. ‘He’s not even from a well known enough family for that Percy’s they just wanna act like they are.’ You swore you saw Percy smile before he hid it behind his hand.

‘How embarrassing.’ He mumbles.

‘I know right?!’ You exclaimed as throughout the night you and Percy spend most of it together and shit talking the rejection away.

Keyleth would immediately try to disprove this by taking you out to her garden and showing you all the flowers.

‘Why am I here keyleth? To show how unappealing I am in comparison to pretty flowers?’ You asked.

‘No! I brought you here to show that every flower within my garden is no less loved than the other, all of them are watered and properly cared for regardless of how they look or what they smell like.’ Keyleth replied as she made you look at the daises, lavenders, chrysanthemums, water lilies, thistle, roses, Lilly of the valley and many more as thought they were a kaleidoscope of beauty in all its forms.

‘They are indeed all beautiful in their own unique way.’ You mumbled as you brushed one of the petals of a rose. Keyleth smiled as she put her hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

‘All flowers are loved by someone and you will find someone who will love you just as much as a Gardner loves their flowers.’ She reassured you in a sweet yet calming voice. ‘For you are worthy of love just like these flowers and you’ll find them, it just takes a little time and patience to happen. So hold on tight because someone is out there looking for the prettiest flower; you.’ She finished and you smiled back at her, resting your hands on top of hers, feeling reassured.

‘Thanks keyleth, I really needed it.’ You replied.

Grog

‘Well they’re stupid.’ He’d say in response.

‘but what if they’re right?’ You asked, defeated. ‘What if I am boring and unappealing?’

Grog huffs. ‘Bullshit. You’re far from either boring or unappealing, they’re just weak shit and cowardly because they know they can’t handle someone like you.’

You’d lean into his side and smiling softly. ‘Thanks for cheering me up Grog, I really needed it.’

‘No problem buddy.’ He smiles as he pats your head as a moment of silence passed between you two. ‘So…do you wanna fuck up some bad guys to relive the stress?’ He then asks and you smiled at him.

‘You don’t even have to ask.’ You tell him as you both set off to kick some ass.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hey! Loving the headcanons! Can I have some Vax reacting to a pregnancy announcement/looking after a pregnant s/o? Please and thank you!

Stahhpp this would be so cute!!

Masterlist 10

Headcanons would include…

Very perceptive he is because Vax already notices the difference in your emotions immediately

More tired? More hungry? More “sentimental”? Were your hips that prolific?

As soon as you get that first bout of morning sickness and craving, it hits more than Grog’s body slams

Once it clicks with you, both Vax and you are wide-eyed with surprise

“How are we…?”, “I don’t know…”, “we’re parents?”

Given the nerves and high accelerating life you both lead, Vax is still over the moon about being a soon-to-be dad

Emotions run high with you and him both because he wants to present but yet knows his deity arrangement lingers over his head.

Maybe a doubt of insecurity because he wants to be a present father and his wasn’t…

Dangers aside, he wants a simple life. Just living peacefully with you and the little one, surrounded by love

Listens dreamily as you come up with names if it’s a boy or girl, or twins like him and Vex

The type that talks to your stomach

“you have such a big family already waiting for you”, “this here’s a dagger I can teach you with…”

Also the type to give you endless massages, carry you if your feet are overly tired

[art-missy]

Vax'ildan was a very flirty guy. But it was even worse the rare times he managed to get drunk. Added to that a spark of clinginess and you could barely breathe nor move around.

"Vax, I can't move."

He held you in a bear hug, his grip tightening even more when you tried to move away from his embrace. His face nuzzled in your neck, he took deep breaths and just whined when you tried to escape again.

"You don't need to move, love," he mumbled as he suddenly lifted you. "I'll move for you."

Now you felt like you were being kidnapped in a very cuddly way. He was already insufferable when sober, it seemed like alcohol only worsened that trait in him.

"Vax'ildan, release me or I'll tell your sister !" you huffed as you kept struggling in his arms.

"Tell her what ?" he chuckled. "That I'm enjoying some quality time with the love of my life ? Trust me she doesn't want to hear the details."

He pressed a loud kiss on your cheek and started to walk away with you still locked in his arms.

"Or I'll tell her about the time a snake almost bit your—"

He suddenly cut you off by putting a large hand over your mouth, his eyes glaring at you with a very faint heat.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Mmmf-mmm-hmmhmmph ?" you squinted your eyes at him.

He took his hand off your lips and raised an eyebrow.

"What ?"

"Is it a challenge ?" you repeated.

He stared at you with a few long minutes, his eyes dazy and his cheeks even more flushed. His gaze looked down at your lips for a second then back at your eyes. His eyes were saying a monologue that could not be translated into words.

"Do you know how hot you are ?" he murmured.

You blinked as he suddenly dipped his head toward yours, then dodged his lips.

"Okay," you huffed, finally managing to escape his embrace. "Time for you to go to bed."

You grabbed his wrist and led him towards the bedrooms of the inn, ignoring the hurt-puppy eyes and his pout as he whined a long inebriated speech about 'not being that drunk' and about 'how he deserves hugs and kisses'. You loved Vax'ildan from the bottom of your heart, but he was sometimes too much to bear when drunk. You felt like you turned into a Teddy bear in the grip of a sleepless child.

Once in the bedroom, you didn't even have time to exit the room that he immediately grabbed you by the waist and dragged you to bed with him.

"You're not going anywhere, love," he murmured while nuzzling his nose in your neck. "You're sleeping in my arms tonight."

You muttered a light curse and forfeited. But you swore yourself to scold him heavily in the morning.

[tired-bard]

Vax x Reader headcannons pt. 2

I'm so normal about him I swear

Writing advice is always appreciated! English is my second language, so please excuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

Whenever he finds something he thinks you'll like, whether that be a small trinket or a book, he will try to get it for you. He might steal it, or he might buy it, don't ask.

He's very warm. Are your hands cold? He'll take them in his and warm them up for you. Are you feeling chilly at night? He'll wrap his arms around you and share his body heat. He's more than willing to help you, plus he likes being close to you.

He has some calluses on his hands. You can feel them every time he runs his fingers over your bare skin, or anytime you kiss his palms, and you can feel them anytime his hand is in yours.

Shows his love for you through physical touch. An arm around your waist, his hand in yours, your elbows hooked with one another's. When the two of you are alone, he likes to keep you even closer to him. Cuddling, keeping you on his lap, and the like.

He loves it when you play with his hair, it helps him relax. On the nights he can't sleep, he'll ask you to run your fingers through his hair, maybe braid it if you want.

Loves the sound of your laugh, even if you don't. He'll crack more jokes to try and get you to smile, or engage in more banter with the other members of Vox Machina to get a giggle out of you. He always gets a deep sense of satisfaction when he succeeds.

He has some freckles on his shoulders and back. In general, he gets freckles all over his body during the sunnier seasons.

Whatever you do, don't let him know if you're ticklish. He might pretend to not pay much attention when you mention it, but he will file this information away for later use. And he will use it.

[arabella-strange]

Oh good, a new Vax line to sob over for the rest of time, great

[cillivnz]

sex n’ romance with vox machina

[HEADCANNONS]

PAIRINGS — VOX MACHINA [𝘷𝘢𝘹, 𝘷𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘯] x F!READER

WARNINGS — NSFW, eighteen+ SMUT. penetrative sex, oral sex, outdoor sex, anal-play, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, clit-play, breast/nipple play.

Vax’ildan

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : you. a generous lover and a grateful receiver; he could relish in the taste of your drooling pussy for hours, if not days, and also savour the feel of your hot mouth on his shaft, the feel of your pretty throat squeezing around his long cock.

𝒉𝒆’𝒔 : an adrenaline junkie, loves fucking you outdoors. he’d totally wake you up in the middle of the night to slowly sneak away from where the gang is camping, to a far away tree, making you grip the trunk while he is pummelling your cunt. he’d lean against the tree, grunting and whimpering when you’d take him in your mouth. he’s also have you place one leg on his shoulder— using the tree as support— while he angles himself deeper inside you.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : the sounds you make, the pleasurable look on your face, the way you clench around his length, the way you’re his. despite the dozens of men ogling at you wherever vox machina goes, at the end of the day, you choose him; over everybody else. vax’ildan loves you.

Vex’ahlia

𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 : those bittersweet moments the two of you share. before a disaster is waiting to unravel, you hold each other in your arms, kiss like there’s literally no tomorrow. the feel of your soft skin against hers when you sleep, bare.

𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 : losing her mind around you. she thanks all gods and stars that she’s met her soulmate who’s excruciatingly good in bed. vex has a high sex drive but likes to keep things under control, or at least she pretended to, until you showed up and now all she wants to feel is your body on hers. loses her sanity every time you nibble on her clit or leave hickeys on the underside of her breasts.

𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 : the freedom that comes along with you. the respect you give her is refreshing, and she’s never been loved by anyone like you. neither has she loved anyone like you, the proof of which is delivered every night when she’s got her head trapped between your thighs, lapping away at your stream of juices like the hardworking woman she is. when you return the favour by sucking harshly on her clit, which is when her dominatrix visage starts to crumble.

Percival

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : sinful nights, lustful days. aftercare with you, when he gets to fuck his cum back into you (though that’s his harsher, hornier, possessed side). taking care of your love-bites (they look like an act of savagery, but honestly this man IS feral for you).

𝒉𝒆 : can’t display his affection for you, publicly; his noble status doesn’t permit ‘romeo’ behaviour. — is suffering because of his pride, because the minute he is left alone with you, he pounces onto you like you’re his prey and relishes in you the same way (that rhymed) (i was a poet and i did know it). just fucks you hard and rough on most days because my manz can’t catch a break from the end of the world, and is so worked up (poor babes), but when he makes love to you? fuck. rouge tints his pale face, blushing like there’s no tomorrow, because his crush (you, bunny) is riding his dick, while your naked breasts bounce next to his face.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : the night time; it’s his favourite hour of the day, because he finally gets to do the things he’s been craving to do to you, all fucking day. watching you writhe in overstimulation when you can’t take the feel of his hot tongue teasing your engorged clit while his long, rough fingers fuck knuckle-deep into you.

Scanlan

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : no, no no. he 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑺 in you. his sex drive is infamous, and you live to hold the rumours true. the taste of your pussy after a day’s work, lapping away at the creamy sweetness that he coaxes out of you is his favourite past time when he’s not drinking away. even if he was (drinking away), he’d pair you up with his favourite beer and die a happy man.

𝒉𝒆 : does not let you catch a break. would totally spill his drink onto your chest, watch the amber beads of cheap beer dribble down your ample chest, your cleavage just begging him to shove his face in and lick the drink away. is so, so good with aftercare. knows he pushes you past your limits, so it’s his love for you that brings out this gentleman-ly side.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : shoving that tongue into you, leaving you a sloppy mess. you’d grimace at the way your juices drip down to your asshole, but scanlan? he’d smirk in a flushed state, rubbing your unused hole solely to tease you. fingering both your holes — two in the pussy, one in the ass (knuckle-deep, obviously). sucking your nipples to soreness.

A/N — thank you so much for reading, sweets. this is my first time writing headcannons so it’s not conventional.

let me know if you’d like me to do this again or/and write for the remaining members [KEYLETH, GROG, PIKE] of vox machina!

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

[aj-lenoire]

honestly before i actually saw it i was dreading a percy/vex sex scene not because i don’t love them (i do) but other shows who’ve had, e.g., characters kissing has always weirded me out, because they have the VAs do little moans to indicate kissing and it just made me cringe

however, having actually seen how it was executed, i loved it. i need six more including at least one where percy gets pegged

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

Suppose Predathos is a hunter, a true predator, and the gods are its natural prey. In that case, a few things may be happening behind the scenes.

In nature, predators lean towards targeting three kinds of prey: the old, the young, and the infirm. But who among the gods would fit any of these categories?

Well, for one, The Knowing Mistress. She's still in hiding, recovering from wounds received during the Calamity. And if her chosen physical form is anything to go by, she could very well be the eldest member of the pantheon.

But who is in charge of her protection? Who is hiding her from her enemies? Who has made it their duty to shield her from further harm?

The Dawnfather.

The Dawnfather, who's scrambling to consolidate as much power as possible. The Dawnfather, who's fighting tooth and nail and doing whatever is necessary to keep a foothold in Exandria.

Sure, he could be doing it for selfish reasons. But this is the god who saw Ioun sacrifice herself so that he could defeat Tharizdun. He has made her safety one of his top priorities. Pelor refused to entertain Deanna's question of whether the gods were worth defending - perhaps because it was not only an insult to him, but an insult to Ioun.

If Predathos is unleashed on them all? She will be the first to be led to the gallows.

And The Dawnfather will do anything to ensure her survival.

[jibril-thelibraryangel]

Imagine the goddess of death personally takes the time to groom you into her religion and make you her champion at the cost of your own future

And then when you actually die and get there to serve her for eternity she’s like

“Actually Vax I think we are the baddies and I’m very tired, we shouldn’t be doing this 🥺”

[natp20]

i have become unreasonably fixated on the raven queen potentially being a champion of the god of death a Very Long Time Ago, so utterly devoted to them that she was willing to help them die, and the hypothetical future of that particular domain becoming a title of succession should the primary exandrian pantheon bite the dust

[meadowsofmay]

there's an indescribable amount of pure joy i get watching liam in the crown keepers campaign — his reactions to all the familiar things, not familiar to orym but to liam himself. his happy smile at ashley when sherri was described, his content sigh when gilmore said he was married and overall just gentle look in his eyes during this whole segment, his quick smile when aabria mentioned syngorn and heart grab followed by an exaggerated fall under the table when they arrived to byroden is just precious to me. this man needs to be protected at all costs.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Trying to keep this as spoiler free as possible for the new episodes of Vox Machina, so only vague.

One thing that’s been on my mind about Deadweight!Reader while watching the new episodes of Vox Machina is that Vax doesn’t have to worry about the visions. If you know, you know, that’s Reader’s burden now on rather or not to tell.

Deadweight reader doesn’t tell them shit.

You don’t tell them shit because you think they’ll only look at you crazy, or treat you like the treated you before the whole becoming the matron’s champion.

Vax, is the one who tries to understand the most about your visions, should you ever slip up and say something like, ‘this mission is pointless for only death lies ahead for all of us, you should’ve left me for dead in the tomb.’

He’s naturally going to want to know what these visions are and why they’ve got so scared out of your wits. He’ll try and sit down with you, reach out and touch your hand but immediately your pulling away and walking off, all the while trying to control your breathing and pretending that you didn’t see the mass graves that would belong to your group.

‘Why do you keep this shit from us!’ He’d exclaim.

‘You would’ve fucking understand!’ You’d yell back, ‘how the fuck am I meant to tell you that you did at the end of this when I don’t even fully trust you to begin with?’ You continued, feeling all your emotions welling up within your chest.

‘I thought that we-‘

‘That I would just give away my trust like that of a common whore?’ You cackled as the sound of rain hit your ears, the sound used to calm you but now only reminds you of gods weeping for the fate you’ll inevitably; the deadweight of vox machina, life cut short by pretending to be a hero. ‘You did save, and while I thank you all…that doesn’t mean I have to suddenly start spilling everything in burden with.’

‘And what are you burdened with exactly.’ Vax asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he feels his heart break, all he wanted to do was stand proudly by your side but he guessed he was too eager in forgetting that you had scars that were deeper then the surface level ones your more.

‘Glorious purpose.’ You spat out as you felt yourself physically react to the vision you just had, clutching your heart as it clenched in pain but still pushing through out of sheer stubbornness. ‘A purpose you’re all so fucking lucky you never have to bear because you wouldn’t last long before succumb to madness and rage.’ You blinked the tears from your eyes, not knowing Vax was already behind you, not until you felt him gently draw you into his arms as he held you against his chest and stroking your back.

‘That is true, we are lucky to no be burdened by what you are and you are indeed stronger then us to have managed to put up with it as long as you have. You have raven wings for fuck sake!’ Vax exclaims but his face softens when he felt you subconsciously lean into his warm hold. ‘But you’ve been strong for far too long peanut, if you won’t let all of us help then let me help, let me into your heart and trust in me to be your respite for when things get tough.’ Vax then rests his head against yours. ‘Just let me be with you.’ He whispers.

You swallowed thickly as you felt anything and everything all at once and it was overwhelming, so overwhelming that you burrowed your head into Vax’s chest without thinking. ‘I’m so fucking tired…so fucking tired.’ Vax kisses your head, holding you tighter as he reassures you of his presence. ‘I’m here, I’m right here peanut and I’m not going anywhere.’

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there so hear me out, male reader comes back from a mission with Vox Machina and as they're relaxing without even realizing it reader falls asleep on their thigh. After a nice good sleep the reader wake up an looks at them and says "You have some nice thighs"

this is so flirty 😆 but it’s vibes so well for them

Masterlist 11

Vex’ahlia

Oh tell her more please! Will stroke her hand along her thighs, asking what you like the most about them, tracing her fingers along your face too

Scanlan

Praise him anymore and his head is get bigger, makes a show of it especially if he tries to entice you with a new song

Pike

Arms crossed over your head as she dishes out some admirations made about you too, “two can play at this game”

Percy

A but taken aback by your forwardness but is also smug about your compliments, maybe a bit of a tease back

Vax’ildan

Given one his nicknames is “string bean”, he’s gonna ride out your compliment as long as he can, flexing his thighs if you’re nearby

Keyleth

She’s trying so hard not to blush but your compliments make her heart race, also stringing along her form of a compliment towards you too

Grog

He lets it go entirely to his head, purposely flexing them in front of you or over emphasizing

[exandrianpunk]

my mom asked me a bit ago who my favorite lovm character is, and of course i said vax

i figured it was for a holiday gift or something and promptly forgot about it

but then this morning my Omi (mom's mom) sent pictures of the pumpkins she painted for Halloween...

i think it's safe to say her first fanart was a success!