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Characters that are identical to Odysseus but I refuse to explain why

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Tw's - Cursing (I'm still awkward with cursing in my fics), a lot of murder talk đ, angry vex, mean Vex and Vax dad, threats, corrupted religion talk sort of, crying (?)
Type - fic
Genre - Hurt/comfort
Comments - PART 2âźď¸ This is gonna be set in the Fey realm when you meet the twin's father đ AND OMG I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK đđđ This deadass took me like, 3 days to write after trying to ignore it to the best of my ability cause I didn't know how to go about it, but here it is finally đ (up next is probably gonna be Vax. Him or Kiki)
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
Demon worshiper, or redemption seeker?
Apparently the way to Vox Machina's heart is through "daddy issues." Good to know. (I wonder if it's weird for Keyleth being the only one in the party with an alive and loving father.)
chapter eight
Three days after her Westruun trip, Keyleth returns home in the evening at the end of a marathon of meetings to find her father waiting outside. This is hardly unusual; Korrin is almost always hovering somewhere near the door, trying not to seem like heâs worrying. Tonight, though, heâs got a funny look on his face, the kind that suggests a conversation needs to be had before going inside. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothingâs wrong,â he says unconvincingly. âItâs not bad. I mean, I donât think itâs bad.â
âOh gods.â Keyleth pushes inside, where sheâs greeted by the distant, unmistakable sounds of arcane magic from somewhere up above.Â
âWe probably should have asked first!â Korrin calls after her as she scurries as fast as her wobbling legs will take her upstairs. Itâs not hard to follow the low bangs and shuffling all the way toward her bedroom, or rather, the room next to it, which she opens hesitantly.Â
âNo, not yet!â
But itâs too late. Keyleth stands in the doorway, staring at Gilmore with a slack jaw. Heâs frozen in the middle of the room, the setting sun illuminating him from behind like a halo, his usual purple robes rolled up to the elbow and his beringed fingers waggling in the air as he levitates an ornate rocking chair near the window. He grins sheepishly. âSurprise?â
The room isâŚtransformed. Keylethâs known for some time now that this is the room sheâll be using for a nursery, given that itâs right next door to her own, but sheâs been putting off actually doing anything with it, given the general state of her life. Now, instead of bare walls and a plain wood floor, the room has come alive, with vines climbing up toward the ceiling in swirling patterns and thick, mossy rugs of every shade of green and furniture, which, she admits, is probably important. A crib of white oak and a matching armoire in the corner, each hand-carved with intricate botanical patterns and the symbol of the Ashariâthe aforementioned rocking chair, plushly padded and now magically rocking on its ownâa pair of raw wood shelves laden with childrenâs books in several languages, including Celestial, which she has to imagine comes from Percyâa changing table exactly the right height for Keyleth, with a mysterious door in the sideâhanging from the ceiling, just above the crib, a delicate mobile of black birds that circle round and round by either mechanical or arcane means, she canât be sure.Â
Her throat is instantly thick. The room is beautiful, absolutely stunning, full of life and light and joy. The more her eyes roam around, the more details she spies that nearly take her out at the knees. The stuffed bear in the crib, covered in tiny pink bows. The toy lute tucked among the books. The blanket draped over the back of the rocking chair, embroidered with the sprawling branches of the Sun Tree. A bouquet of snowdrops on a side table in a water jug that looks remarkably like the one Grog liked to eat mayonnaise from. A miniature golden robot, quill in hand, on a shelf. The small wooden raven perched at the head of the crib, its long beak curving down in stoic watch over the bed inside.Â
Gilmore crosses over and gently hooks his arm in hers to pull her inside. âI didnât get the chance to catch up while you were in Westruun, but thatâs fine, because it gave me the opportunity to do this.â
âGilâŚâ she chokes out, nose snotty and eyes wet. âItâsâŚitâs justâŚâ
He pats her arm. âLet me give you a tour.â
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Really enjoyed this season of Vox Machina. Hope it isn't the end

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Hyper sized tits for Keyleth - The Spire of Conflux is a vestige that belonged to the Wildmother. Apparently, that also meant Keyleth grew massive milky tits that constantly dripped with milk once she attuned to the staff. How does she relieve the pressure?
Keyleth had strived to make the Air Ashari proud and her mother proud. So, when she found herself in possession of a Vestige of Divergence, especially once personally crafted by the Wildmother, the redheaded half-elf was over the moon. She acted impulsively and immediately connected herself, in body and soul, to the Spire of Conflux as she attuned to the staff's well-spring of might and magic.
The touch of the nature goddess was more than Keyleth could handle, leaving her frozen in place as Melora's power flooded into her. Keyleth felt her power swell within her the longer she held onto the staff. The thrumming pulse of her newly engorged strength left her lost in her own mind. Keyleth had never felt more in communion with the natural world than she did in this moment.
...Keyleth...
...Keyleth...
"Keyleth!!" A voice shouted, shocking the half-elf from her post-attunement delirium.
"Moo~! I-I mean, what?" Keyleth yelped out, her face red from embarrassment. She stared at her friends as they all looked at her with shocked expressions. Keyleth was about to say something else, but the sight of their open mouths caused her to feel a massive tightness in her chest that went from her shoulders all the way down to her waist. That was when Keyleth came face to face with a secret boon of Melora: Massive milky melons. She softly cupped one of her tits in her hands and massaged it, and almost collapsed as a mind-melting wave of euphoria crashed over her as she sprayed all of Vox Machina in her magically-infused milk.
......
"~Mooo~re! I-I'm still sooo full!!!" Keyleth mooed, begging for Vex and Vax to continue to drink from her. She knew they were full, but so were Grog, Scanlan, and Pike. Every member had gone above and beyond to try and help milk her dry, but the power of Melora exceeded even the Goliath's bottomless belly. Keyleth sat in a pool of her own pussy juice and milk as the druid eyed her leaking udders one last time before slowly grabbing them and stuffing them into her own mouth. Thoughtless bliss flooded her again as she slurped and drank down the endless tide of sweet-sugary milk.
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Pikeâs âLIGHT EM UP!â literally has me crushing so hard on Ashley Johnson!