#thanks for asking Vee!

[smthaboutuss]

Some V doodls, they make me feel fuzzy like an electrically charged balloon..

First pic was for u anon, I imagine Vel is kinda protective of him lol!

[veevil]

Can you do protective (and jealous) Siren!Erik towards Hank and his friendship with Charles, please?

I love your cherik art sm 🥹

How dare Hank talk to his Charles???

[pukefactory]

Twisted Vee x Reader?

I struggled a bit with this one, but it’s Vee, and I’d do anything for my favorite arrogant TV. Hope this holds up!

⋆ ✩₊˚ CALL BACK PING ˚₊✩⋆

＞ Summary: You left her alone for too long

＞ Character(s): Twisted Vee (Dandy’s World)

＞ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

＞ Genre: Short story, SFW

＞ Word Count: 580

＞ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

＞ Image Credits: Juki on YouTube

The hallways flickered.

Dim, buzzing fluorescent lights lined the ceiling, blinking out of sync, casting jagged shadows that stretched and distorted with every uneasy pulse. The static in the air was thick, a piercing hum in your ears—white noise that never fully faded. And in the center of it all stood her.

Vee. Or what was left of her.

She was watching you. She always was. Even when she wasn’t in sight, you could feel her presence threading through the walls, slipping into the circuitry, embedding itself in every screen you passed, functional or not.

A pop-up flickered into view, obstructing the hallway with its glitchy, static-filled form, like a broken hologram.

“You’re not trying to avoid me, are you?”

You sighed, pressing the red “X” in the corner. The window snapped shut, only for two more to take its place.

“That wasn’t a no.”

“Look at me.”

You didn’t have to. She was already there.

Vee’s frame buzzed as she approached, towering and fractured, a mess of glowing wires and flickering circuits. She didn’t move naturally—more like a corrupted file skipping between frames, her presence an intrusion. Each step was deliberate, slow, accompanied by the rhythmic drip of ichor from the gaping split in her torso. The sound echoed through the empty hallway.

“You’re late.” Her voice crackled, half-digital, half-dissatisfied.

“You never gave me time.”

Another pop-up.

“Excuses.”

Her tail lashed against the wall with a sharp crack, irritation bleeding through every digitized syllable.

You huffed, swiping the window away, as you had countless times before.

Vee tilted her head, the flickering on her screen smoothing into something almost smug. “You’re getting faster at that,” she remarked, one of her digital eyes twitching as it tried to refocus.

“I have to be, with how often you do this.”

She made a dismissive sound, barely acknowledging the complaint. Her antennae twitched, her screen dimming for a split second before she leaned forward, close enough that the space between you felt charged. Another thick drop of ichor slipped from her torso, but she didn’t seem to care. Her eyes, cold and analytical, raked over you like she was studying something fragile—something hers.

“You went off-grid earlier.” This time, something foreign lurked beneath her usual arrogance. A distortion. An unreadable, unfamiliar edge.

You crossed your arms. “I left the room.”

“Without me.”

“You were busy spamming half the floor with ads.”

She scoffed, and with a sharp snap of her fingers, the hallway flooded with pop-ups.

Hundreds of overlapping messages drowned your vision, red “X” marks blinking in taunting unison.

“You’re mine.”

“Don’t forget that.”

“Stay where I can see you.”

It was overwhelming—intentionally so—but you knew better than to let it shake you, even as a sharp pain rattled in your skull. With steady hands, you started closing them one by one, meeting the glare behind the fray.

“You could’ve just said you missed me.”

Vee twitched, standing up straighter. The pop-ups vanished at once, leaving only the weight of static between you.

“I don’t miss you,” she muttered, her voice low, a small glitch sparking at the corner of her screen.

You took a step closer, placing a hand against the cool metal of her frame. The tension between you thinned, the air smoothing into something quieter.

“You do,” you murmured. “You just don’t like admitting it.”

She didn’t reply. But her screen remained clear. Her frame steadied. And for the first time that night, the hallway fell silent.

[mvrphysart]

Could you please draw Vee from The Owl House? Just curious how she’d look like in your style

this is actually the first time i draw her!!! i’m quite proud of it <3

[xulips]

i hope u don't mind but ur tokoha drawing singlehandedly killed my writers block and now this exists inspired by it!! ty for Them it bought me insane amounts of joy <3 have a nice day!!

i enjoyed it quite a bit

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Omg thank you for the invitation!!!!! Sounds super fun!!!!

I have never been to a shark party before, so i asked an expert:

(Val is the infamous Slut Shark)

[weekly-eons]

I require the Floofiest Eevee.

Floovee

[diurnalvl]

And a question from our sponsors, Vitter! A user, going by the name dusthoe696 and blingboomcherry asked a question,

“Velvette, when are you going to make a wig for the ugly ass moth pimp? His head’s reflection is still blinding us from looking at his shitty clothes.”

velvette and valentino just need to get it out of their systems. i think.

[spacebubblehomebase]

idea for Charlie in the radio apple COTL au,  she is the Goat and is currently having her own thing goin on in the back ground

Also I assume husk and nifty are the Baal & Aym of Alastor?

Ideas that are food for thought indeed!

Husk and Niffty ARE Baal & Aym in this AU! They're not siblings, but were still sacrificed to Alastor to "appease" Him. Niffty, Husk, and Alastor are all black cats here, so it's no wonder why everyone's so eager to be rid of them due to the Old Faith's superstitions and just their own general "mean and insane" disposition.

As I don't know The Goat's lore yet, I'm not too sure about making them Charlie. 😅 They seem to have a gruffer demeanor than our sweet Princess of Hell. Instead, I had her be a hidden secret from even when the game's lore began! That Lucifer wasn't the last of their kind and the reason they so readily accepted being a sacrifice is to hide Charlie away. Hoping once the "last lamb" dies, they'd stop hunting them down. So in this AU, their motivation won't only just be about revenge for their kin, but to protect their daughter.

The maternal instincts of a wild animal, cornered and desperate to protect their young, is a powerful thing.

That's what Alastor would take advantage of to get Lucifer to accept the deal and become His Vessel.

While the other Overlords are the Bishops. They're not related to Alastor either besides being past coworkers, but the bad blood still ends in the same form of betrayal. Albeit with different relationships. Enough hate and history for them to all grow sadly bitter of each other. Though I've also heard at least one of the Bishops may still be fond of their wayward sibling in game. Even if just a bit. So you may find one of the Overlords I've chosen a little out of place between the others. Not that I plan to strictly adhere to the game's canon anyway.

So there you go! Some lore as a gift from me to you because it's my birthday and presents should be for everybody! Enjoy imagining! XD

[potionorchard]

yes its for static doll. sorry about that

You got it <3

By the by, Velvette is totally standing on tiptoes here.

[stolenkissesdiaz]

the way eddie is watching his sons life happen through a computer screen just like when he was in the military. how both times he’s sick with guilt but he can only blame himself, will only ever blame himself when it comes to chris. when in reality both times he was someone who just needed his parents to support him and tell him it’s okay. but both times he was told he would drag chris down with him and how he wasn’t what chris needed. i’d bet all my money that rn he’s thinking chris is better off without him that’s why he he’s let this go on for months. bc at the end of the day it’s one thing for other ppl to say it and it’s another for chris to leave, to prove eddie’s worst fears right. and bc he loves his son, would do anything for him, he hasn’t done anything to bring him back. bc he thinks chris wants this, wants a life without eddie. and eddie loves him enough to live with that if it’s what chris rlly wanted. oh i’m sick.

[veevil]

Imagine siren Erik in a kiddie pool

(Charles got it for him)

that would be so silly

It would be silly!

[pukefactory]

can i req a low battery/hungry vee x reader 🫶

⊹⊱•••《 FLICKERING MONITORS 》•••⊰⊹

⍟ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring the reader helping Vee with a low battery charge

⍟ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

⍟ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

⍟ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☇ Vee rarely shows weakness, but when her battery is low, she has no choice but to slow down. Her usual confident demeanor falters, her movements become sluggish, and her screen flickers between dim green hues. At first, she tries to brush it off, refusing to acknowledge that she’s running on empty. It isn’t until you step in—placing a hand on her arm and telling her, point-blank, to sit down—that she finally listens.

☇ Her usual sharp wit is dulled when she’s low on power. If she tries to throw out a sarcastic remark, it often trails off before she can finish, leaving her blinking at the empty space in front of her. You can’t help but find it amusing, but you also know better than to tease her about it—unless you want to be on the receiving end of her unimpressed glare once she recharges.

☇ When she’s on the verge of shutting down, Vee becomes more honest than usual. She lacks the energy to filter herself, so you’ll occasionally catch her mumbling absentminded thoughts. Once, after you guided her to sit against the Gardenview tree, she muttered, “You’re… good at this. Taking care of me.” You were about to ask her to repeat that, but by the time you turned to her, her screen had already faded to black.

☇ She hates feeling vulnerable, but she trusts you enough to let you see her like this. Even in her exhausted state, she makes sure you don’t worry too much. “It’s just a power save mode,” she insists, waving a sluggish hand. “Nothing to get all emotional about.” But you notice the way she leans into your touch, seeking comfort despite her words.

☇ Her tail, usually animated and twitching with energy, goes completely still when her battery is critically low. If you try to nudge it or lift it slightly, it flops back down with zero resistance. The first time this happened, you half-jokingly told her it was kind of cute. She immediately fixed you with a half-lidded stare and deadpanned, “I’m moments from collapsing, and this is what you focus on?”

☇ When her battery dips too low, her voice starts glitching. The confident, smooth tone she usually carries stutters and distorts into robotic fragments. She loathes it, which is why she starts speaking less when she’s running on fumes. You quickly catch on and start filling the silence yourself, telling her about your day or rambling about something you know she enjoys. Even if she doesn’t respond, you can tell she’s listening.

☇ If she shuts down completely, you stay beside her the entire time. Whether she’s leaned against your shoulder or lying still with her tail curled beside her, you refuse to leave until she powers back on. The first time she woke up to see you still sitting there, half-asleep but keeping watch, she was silent for a long moment before muttering, “You really are something else.”

☇ Despite her exhaustion, she’s still as stubborn as ever. If you try to carry her somewhere more comfortable, she will protest. “I can walk,” she grumbles, even as her limbs threaten to give out. You ignore her complaints and continue supporting her weight, much to her exasperation. Secretly, though, she appreciates it more than she’ll ever admit.

☇ Once she’s fully recharged, she acts as if nothing ever happened. If you bring up how worried you were, she just shrugs and says, “See? I told you I’d be fine.” But later, when she thinks you’re not paying attention, she shoots you a brief, grateful glance before quickly looking away.

☇ After her battery incident, she begrudgingly lets you keep track of her power levels. “It’s not like I need you to do this all the time,” she insists, arms crossed. “But since you’re so insistent on hovering, I guess I’ll allow it.” Of course, she doesn’t stop you when you check on her throughout the day. And if you ever gently remind her to recharge before it gets bad again, she just sighs and mutters, “Fine, fine. Don’t worry so much.”

[operationslipperypuppet]

uh uhhh whos only been on d20 one time that u think should be back again? Mine is freddie wong, hes so funny on dndads i need more of that Dan Fucks energy in my life

freddie is an absolutely excellent answer.

based on just one season, i’ll say persephone valentine. her energy as sam was so good.

i’d also like to see more of jacob in the dome. and danielle (who has been in more than one season but she’s such a joy i want her in more lol)

and bring bdg into the dome. he was just in one liveshow. that would be a great time.

[akkivee]

is the number 11 important to samatoki bc 11/11 feels very specific for a birthday i feel like you would know

it feels important but i don’t think it’s a date that has any relevance in japan other than it being cool lol. i personally always assumed it had something to do with ore-sama samatoki-sama da lol that king talk part of his personality being lowkey symbolised in his birthdate

but while looking up important dates in japan, apparently two different beauty companies registered 11/11 as beautiful eyelashes day in japan and i think that would be so fcking funny if that was why samatoki was given 11/11 as his birthday as king of the lash game in this franchise LOL

[wishchip106]

meow

yeah 😼