Help. It's again.

Vox Machina oneshots (might contain traces of campaign 3 and whatever else I eventually manage to carve out the time for)

Once more a fandom of entirely too much depth has started living inside of my head rent free, of course, thus after a year inevitably bringing with it the unintended result of fanfiction dedicated to it.

Disclaimer: I'm working off of vibes, random ideas my subconscious throws at me at ungodly hours when I should be sleeping, and limited bits and pieces of knowledge about the dnd world and critical role canon. Needless to say this probably isn't canon compliant, even when not intended to be a straight up alternate universe scenario. Let's call it creative liberties. (Obviously don't own any of the base material I'm playing with here.)

Warnings for child abuse, human trafficking kinda, themes of death, loss and mourning, self-hatred and feelings of worthlessness, suicidal thoughts implied, torture and mistreatment of minors. Overall mental health issues. And the Briarwoods and their followers are their own warning (and responsible for quite a bit of the above).