#vee's original work

[bonefanatic]

paladin OC x reader??

"I'll kill you! I mean it this time!" The blade in your hand is too small to do any real damage to the armored man, but you still wield it in front of you like all hell.

"Get away from me!" He mimics your steps as you move away. Tears sting in your eyes.

Of course he had to come back now, after everything was finally perfect. And he has to ruin it, like he always does.

He smiles. His teeth are almost as shiny as his armor.

"Oh, darling, aren't you the cutest little thing?" You swing as he rushed at you, but he snatches your wrist and the knife clatters to the floor. "I taught you better than that, didn't I?"

You're furious now, thrashing in his grasp. He tightens his grip, then loosens it almost immediately.

"Stop." And you do. His smile is gone, his tone no longer teasing. "I'm here to save you, my love."

There's rustling behind you, his eyes flick towards the figure.

"Mada...?" Jerin speaks quietly, padding slowly towards the two. You can hear the waver in your son's voice.

"Go back inside, minnow." You speak sweetly, taking advantage of the man's distraction and pulling away. You watch the boy hesitate, glancing wearily at Hok.

You quickly rush towards the boy, away from Hok. Wrapping him in your arms and pressing his face into the curve of your neck. "He's just an old friend, minnow."

You glare at the paladin as he snaps from his stupor. His pointed ears twitch in annoyance and his onyx eyes meet yours with equal ire.

"What have you done?"

"I told you I wouldn't wait." You meet him with a strong attitude. You couldn't do that before.

-

You're lying through your teeth. You both know it.

The boy is his. His slight pointed ears and too dark eyes are not human, neither are the markings that travel his arms and cheeks.

Hok was so sure he thought of everything.

Your husband was captured for his crimes, the village was being patrolled by his own select soldiers.

You always were full of surprises.

[akkivee]

the different flavours of kuukou lol

[moonshine-nightlight]

Aaaaaaa so excited for Goddaughter for real! ✨️ I'm so intrigued about all of the MC's reactions. The potential angst and paranoia from the realizations of what her father did, who her neighbor is, and let alone the fact he owns her daughter's soul. The feelings of betrayal! How the dynamic will inevitably shift in her daily life and the shattering and possible rebuilding of trust after all that. Just chef kiss concept! 😍 (Also I can never resist a cool demon hehe) Immediately went and read the rest of the tag! ^-^

@roaring-letters

yeah, MC's had a really rough 24 hrs and like, she's had tough times before (leading to her changing her identify and running away with her daughter) but things were going well for the last couple of years. so she's spiraling but also its hard to keep that level of panic going for so long so she's in a kinda 'we just need to deal with the most pressing threat first and work our way down' mindset at this point. Right now the kidnappers are 100% the biggest threat. if he's here to get them out, then yes, now, move it - everything else, later.

VK is the coolest, he's got storm powers.

here's the rest of that scene:

“You can’t be too surprised. You had to see my name on her.”

“No!”

Something resembling battle cries fill the contained space only to be cut off by an abrupt crack, followed by a series of smaller cracks and pops. You can’t move, can’t see beyond that small window at the bottom of the door, but its enough to see the shattered remains of something burst and scatter, ice and blood and gravel. You hear frantic steps and a thud but can’t see anything, you think that might have been your dad backing away from Vee and into a wall.

Then silence.

“There,” Vee’s voice is warm again, a little satisfied with himself, but not overly smug. What did he just do? No one else seems willing or able to speak. “We just need to find your mother so we can head home.”

Its the first time he’s mentioned you directly, talking around you with your father. Its so strange to hear in this context, like he ran into Janie, lost at the mall, and wants to walk her back to you. You hadn’t let yourself entertain the idea he’d just take your daughter but the fear been wrapped around your heart like a vice.

You also resent the part of you that’s so, so relieved he plans to try to rescue you. Maybe he just knows having you around would keep Janie happy, but you don’t want to believe that. You’re exhausted and scared and you don't know if you'll ever be able to relax again. All you can do in here is think about how you’d got no fucking clue how to get out of this situation. You want to believe that someone else, for once in your goddamn life, came to help you. That you didn’t always have to save yourself. Please.

“What do you mean?” You can picture the little furrow in her brow, the way she must be frowning. “She’s over there,” Janie must point towards this side room. This cell you’d tried to pretend wasn’t one so she wouldn’t get frightened. “Taking a nap.”

You swallow, if only because that’s one of the few actions you can still control. No more delays, you’re going to have to face him now. You still can’t even think of how to react, how to deal with this. Your thoughts are swirling too rapidly for any one make itself coherent, leaving you dizzy and worn out.

You swear you can feel the weight of his gaze through the wall. “What?”

[aller-geez]

Knowing full well that no one was going to see it, let alone take the time to read it, I still spent the past 3 days making/coding Vee’s Tattoo Tour on toyhou.se…

And yet, here I am, NEEDING SOME SORT OF FEEDBACK/VALIDATION AFTER ITS DONE.

would mean a lot to me if you checked it out here c: the boy has so many tattoos 😭😭

Have some vanilla Vaelyn art I’ve done the past couple of days~ (if you can’t tell, he’s taken over my fucking brain and HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE)

[szmxsm]

【Commission】HH/HB OC w Vox

HH/HB OC design commission, and dancing with Vox! Commission is open, DM me if you want to draw anything! —— 是HH/HB的單人立繪委託！還有跟神父Vox共舞！🕺🏻🕺🏻 委託開放中，有需要都可以直接私訊詢問哦！ —— 60 Seconds Painting:

[alsteneldoeight]

buddy pal you look quite glum there!

[0at-milf]

The Hazbin Hotel x Norbit crossover nobody asked for (PART 2) - lmk which part is your favorite 😂

(the video quality can be adjusted to HD)

[thebunnywhoneverlikedcarrots]

Double life-living angel

[cosmicarts]

finally landed on a design i like for vee :]

character uses they/them pronouns

[veradragonjedi]

why is it BBB! with an exclamation mark and not BBB

WILLOW I think all the asks you send me still get lost because I don't See any of these. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that for a solid year tumblr wouldn't let our blogs interact at all lmao.

Anyway in answer to your question its because I like it.

[arasakas-ronin]

WIP mod: lingerie (for both body genders). Will drop tonight or maybe tomorrow (my brain randomly decided to Add More Variants, let's see if I still want to do it after I'm done working)

[yuzu-kiku]

(FC: Angell from Path to Nowhere; I believe this is official art. Sorry guys, I cannot draw lmao)

Name: Jingfang "The Fang" Baili

An interator who studied under Golconda Pyke, and was considered one of her best students. She is not Terran-born; her homeworld was Chemos. Fang's talents were discovered early on, and she was brought to Terra to further her studies and eventually become an iterator.

Fang is well-respected amongst her peers, but not always in good ways. She has the intellect, presence and eloquence expected of an iterator, but her face lacks expressions, to the point where her emotional range is compared to that of an Astartes. And when she does try to smile, she looks so terrifying that she makes people run. An extreme example of how fake smiles cannot compare to genuine ones.

(Of course, she feels emotions. She was just brought up in a pragmatic environment which valued suppressing them).

Fang carries a sword on her hip, made in the style of the Sulpha. It is mostly ceremonial in nature, serving as a subtle threat to those who may look down on her. She does use it, though, to let out her frustrations in the soldier's training grounds when she's faced with a particularly difficult situation.

On Chemos, her clan played a prominent role in its politics. In the distant past, they were one of the nomadic tribes who took over one of Chemos' factory-cities, until they allied with Fulgrim via a political marriage; it is said that she bears a near uncanny resemblance to the woman who was wed to Fulgrim, in both looks and intellect.

Fang requested specifically to work with the 3rd Legion, half because she respected them and their drive for self-improvement, and partially because she found the legion's dedication to culture and art nostalgic to her homeworld (no doubt because they have the same leader).

Not that she would ever admit it to anyone but her teacher, a small part of her also wished to talk to Fulgrim himself. Not that she knew exactly what to talk about, but... call it a curiosity on what would happen if they met.

Fun Facts:

She asked people to call her Fang out of ease, but it took on a whole different meaning when during one of her assignments as a junior iterator, she got pissed off at a governor spouting nonsense and rebuked him so hard that the man almost wet himself. Pyke herself had to step in and scold her student, but she was seen laughing to herself for a good while afterwards.

She only knows the basics of swordsmanship, but she's wanted to find a teacher who knows the blade-dancing art that the Sulpha people used to practice.

Fang is actually very conscious about how terrifying she can look. Sure, she can still navigate a conversation with ease like any other iterator, but it would be nice if she could be as charismatic as Pyke...

She has considered, if she ever met Fulgrim, calling him her great-great-great-great-great-granduncle to see his reaction. She would never actually do it, lest she lose both her job and her head. But wouldn't that be funny?

[akkivee]

“this bond is eternal.”

kuukou week day 5: dragon

[vahrid]

some Ava because she is so fun to draw

[vettelsvee]

SÍ... ESTAMOS SALIENDO | Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x Pérez!Reader

SUMMARY: Scared of everyone to find out, Y/N Pérez and Oscar Piastri decide to hide their relationship from everyone until Checo starts wondering how Piastri learnt to speak Spanish so good... and specially why he has a Mexican accent ↳ REQUESTED BY ANON: Maybe one were she is checos daughter and they hide their relationship from him. And also maybe she teaches oscar some Spanish. At the end they end up telling checo about their relationship

WORD COUNT: 2399

WARNINGS: Use of Spanish. Important to say that even Spanish is my mother tongue, I may have some mistakes because it is Mexican Spanish and I don't know much about it, so I had to do some research. Otherwise, mentions of unwanted pregnancy, unprotected sex, drugs and alcohol

TAGLIST: @hc-dutch @raavadakedavra @coffeedestroyingperson @evey-kuznetskova @bowielovesyou @chaoswithus @isotopemylove @iceman-kazansky @gwginnyweasley @formula1-motogpfan @myescapefromthislife @regalbanshee [in case you wanna be tagged just tell me so i can add you!]

VEE'S NOTES: Not writing related but I’m obsessed with a K-Drama I started watching yesterday and I just wanna write Come What May series since the main characters’ personalities are the same as Seb and Y/N (Di in case you read the OC Version) there lmao. Anyways, missed a lot writing about Oscar (I definitely will be writing about him more as he's my second fave on the current grid) and this one got me so happy with how it turned out! Hope you like it as well, and remember that I'd love to see your comments <3 ↳ MAKE YOUR REQUESTS | LET'S TALK! | JANUARY UPDATE CALENDAR

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

“What if you taught me some Spanish?”

“Sorry, what did you just say?”

“That's it, Y/N. Teach me some Spanish.”

You, completely absorbed in looking at the pictures you had taken during the date you had with your boyfriend that same day, lifted your gaze from your phone and raised an eyebrow, fully taken aback by Oscar's proposal.

“Spanish? You? You already speak English! English is the only language that matters to you all…”

Oscar shrugged, nervously playing with the steering wheel. At that moment, he reconsidered what he had said, unsure now, and realized that maybe it had been a somewhat strange proposal on his part.

“I just want to understand you when you talk to your dad or your family. I know no one knows we’re together yet, but sometimes when you do video calls with them, I feel a bit lost. I also feel like sometimes you talk about me, and I’d like to know if I should worry,” he confessed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“And why do you assume we talk about you, huh?”

“Well, because you always look at me out of the corner of your eye when you do.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked with that unnecessary concern.

“Why do you have to be so chismoso?” You said, making Oscar give you a little tap on the shoulder. That just made you laugh more. “Alright, alright, fine! But I warn you in advance: if you laugh at me speaking Spanish or don’t take me seriously, I’ll break up with you.”

What started as a completely random proposal, with little prospect of a future or sense at first, eventually became one of your favorite routines. You took advantage of every moment together to practice, always hiding it from Checo or any member of the Pérez family when you were in the paddock. Moreover, whenever you were in your respective countries, you would watch Mexican movies and TV shows, and also some in their original version with English subtitles. You even started sending each other the occasional message in Spanish, thanks to the Australian’s initiative.

Oscar seemed to have, in your eyes, a natural talent for languages. Not only did he manage to learn greetings and basic words in less than a week, but after a month, he was already making the effort to use your Mexican accent and even incorporating words that seemed exclusive to your family’s vocabulary.

And that was exactly what, a few months later, turned into a real nightmare for the secrecy with which you kept your relationship.

While no one knew you were together as a couple, Oscar and you pretended to be just friends when you were in public. That’s why it was completely normal for Checo Pérez to see his daughter with the Australian, having coffee and chatting animatedly after a press conference.

“¡Buenos días, Checo!” Oscar said in almost perfect Spanish. “¿Cómo va, papá?”

You, hearing that last word, spat out the little coffee you had left in your mouth and opened your eyes, completely surprised. Checo, however, made a face and a frown, questioning his daughter’s friend.

“What did you say?” You asked, though you knew perfectly well that what your boyfriend had just said was something you hadn’t taught him, and he’d probably heard it from you.

“Well… ¿Cómo va, papá?” the guy repeated innocently. “Did I say it right?”

“Papá?” repeated the Red Bull driver, even more shocked. “Do you even know what that means, kid?”

“It’s an expression, right? Isn’t it like saying buddy?”

Checo stared at him for a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Oscar. Then, he turned his gaze to you, who was pretending to fiddle with your phone to avoid having to face an awkward conversation about why your secret boyfriend had just said that.

“¿Te importaría decirme por qué Oscar habla como tú?” Pérez asked quickly in Spanish, clearly aiming for Oscar not to understand.

“He doesn’t talk like me!” You quickly replied in English. “Oscar has been practicing Spanish, and well… he wants to fit in better so he’s trying. Duolingo isn’t the best app for learning, so he’s been watching YouTube videos... Right, Osc?”

The guy nodded, but that didn’t convince Checo. Still, he didn’t say anything else and, instead, coldly said goodbye to you both.

As soon as he was far enough away not to hear you, you turned to Oscar and started shaking him:

“Of all the things you could say, you call him papá?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, babe!” He rushed to reply, feeling bad for you. “I’ve heard it so many times that, well… I just said it without thinking. I honestly didn’t think it was anything bad.”

You huffed, knowing that it wasn’t Oscar’s fault or his curiosity and interest in learning your mother tongue, but yours for not setting boundaries or explaining the meaning of each word, as well as the context in which it should be used or who it was addressed to.

From that moment on, your father started paying more attention. He was an expert in discretion, but you knew him well enough to realize that, since the incident with Oscar, he had become much more alert and interested in you both, especially looking for clear signs that would confirm his suspicions that his daughter was dating one of the newest additions to the grid.

Unfortunately for you and Oscar, the Mexican didn’t need to investigate much, and he only did so for a month to confirm his theories.

During one of the briefings with all the drivers, Checo heard Oscar mumbling an “Órale, wey” followed by some insults in Spanish that you had made up when it had gotten pretty late and everyone was eager to return to their hotel. Also, instead of saying “sorry,” he let out a “¿mande?” which wouldn’t have been strange if he hadn’t continued speaking in English, as if nothing had happened.

You and Oscar seemed unaware of all your slip-ups; on the contrary, feeling like you weren’t arousing anyone’s suspicion, you lowered your guard. Displays of affection in public, though still cautious, became more frequent, especially when Checo wasn’t near you. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

The back of the McLaren garage, just a few meters away from Red Bull’s, as expected, wasn’t the most suitable place.

“We should go somewhere else,” you said softly while nervously fiddling with the collar of your boyfriend's shirt, who had his arm around your waist.

“Why? This place is perfect,” Oscar replied, unconcerned.

“Yeah, sure, perfect for my dad to catch us,” you muttered. “If he already suspects and looks like that doll from the red light, green light game on Squid Game, analyzing us so much to jump on us as soon as he catches us… imagine if he finds us. He’ll kill us, I swear.”

“Come on, Y/N, just try to relax. We’ve got it all under control. Seriously, there’s nothing to worry about, mi amor.”

You blushed at the compliment he had given you in Spanish, and couldn’t help but plant a chaste kiss on his lips, even though everything inside you felt chaotic.

“If you’re trying to convince me that everything’s fine by speaking to me in Spanish, just know that you’re doing it perfectly,” you declared. “But don’t forget, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel a tremendous anxiety and keep thinking that we’re literally one step away from getting caught. Do you know what he could do if he finds out that you and I… that?” You asked hesitantly.

“Is he going to give us a lecture on how we have to stay professional whenever we’re in public? Or is he going to tell me he’ll kill me if I even think about getting you pregnant?”

“He’ll probably make you come home to have lunch with my family and only speak Spanish,” you tried not to laugh but couldn’t help yourself. “And trust me, you don’t want to be in that position because you’ll have all my aunts, and there are quite a few of them, right next to you, asking you some very uncomfortable questions.”

“Then we’ll have to tell him as soon as possible so he can prepare. How about I tell him that I’m absolutely and completely in love with his daughter?”

You shot him a glare, panic flooding your insides at the thought of that happening.

“No, don’t you dare do that, Osc, and especially not here. You have no idea how my dad would react if…”

“Why not?” He interrupted. Then, he stopped, and after a few seconds that felt like an eternity to you, he seemed to finally find the courage to speak: “I could tell him something like… ¡Señor Pérez, estoy saliendo con su hija porque además de ser la mejor mujer de este mundo, me hace la persona más feliz del mundo!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, filled with emotion inside at Oscar’s sweet yet innocent declaration of love aloud.

However, a cough behind you made you snap back to reality.

“Can I know what you’re doing with my daughter, Piastri?”

You both slowly turned around. There, standing before you, was Checo, arms crossed, with a very unfriendly look on his face. You swore that if Oscar walked out of there alive and without a reprimand from your overprotective father, he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the year.

“Well…” Oscar began, his confidence suddenly disappearing.

“Esto no es lo que parece, te lo juro,” you said in Spanish, trying to calm your father, even though you knew your attempts would be in vain.

“Oh, really?” Checo asked, raising an eyebrow, knowing you were both lying. “Then, what explanation do you have for this kid shouting to the four winds in almost perfect Spanish that he’s in love with you? At least that’s what I understood, if my Spanish doesn’t fail me.”

You were about to reply, but instead, Oscar gently took you by the wrist and stepped forward, surprisingly confident.

“Checo, I’m not playing around. Okay, I was joking about that, but not about what it means… like…” Piastri explained slowly, nerves eating at him as he couldn’t bring himself to look Checo in the face. “Your daughter matters to me, well, like… you know, like a boyfriend cares for his girlfriend.”

Checo tried not to laugh at the declaration of love from the man who had just confirmed he was his son-in-law and did his best to maintain the protective fatherly composure, thinking no guy would ever be good enough for his daughter.

“So you care about my daughter… You, one of my coworkers, a twenty-three-year-old kid, care about my eldest daughter enough to believe you can have a relationship with her…”

“It’s not that I believe it, it’s that I know I do.”

Not only you and Checo were surprised by the boy’s words, but Oscar himself too. He regretted it immediately, but before he could apologize to Checo, the man stepped forward, raising a hand and staring at him:

“So… are you two dating or not?”

“Yes, for almost six months now,” you answered, feeling a knot in your stomach, but much less pressure now that your father knew the truth.

Checo sighed, running a hand over his face as he tried to process the news his daughter, his little girl, had just told him. The girl he knew ever since she was born and now he had to imagine her spending, if not the rest of her life, at least part of it, with another man.

“And why didn’t you tell me before?” Checo asked, his voice tinged with disappointment but also some understanding. “Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I knew you would react badly,” you answered, frustrated. “I trust you, and I know you want to protect me from any guy who could make me feel bad, but you have to understand that I’m twenty years old, and whether you like it or not, I’m not a little girl anymore.”

Checo looked at you and then turned his gaze to Oscar, who had his head down. Besides his nerves being pretty evident, so was his willingness to face any kind of dispute or reprimand from him just to stay with you.

That made Checo feel a bit bad, though it also gave him some relief seeing that the Australian was truly concerned and, why not say it, in love, willing to do anything for his little Y/N.

Finally, he let out a small sigh, trying to calm himself. He repeated your words over and over in his mind before saying anything else because if you had never disappointed him in your life, then he didn’t want to disappoint you just because you were in love.

I’m not a little girl anymore.

“Checo…” Piastri spoke, but Checo raised a finger, silencing him instantly.

“I’m only going to say this once: you better not hurt my daughter, or I’ll hurt you when I kick you off the track or crash into you accidentally. Is that clear?”

Oscar swallowed hard, feeling that Checo wasn’t joking.

“Understood…”

“And as for you,” Checo now spoke to you, completely stunned, “don’t think this is over. Your mother, you, and I will have a conversation about this and several other topics when we get home.”

Unprotected wild sex, alcohol, and drugs, for sure, you thought, forcing a smile to try to hide your worry.

“Now go on and keep loving each other, but be careful where and how you do it. I don’t want to be a grandfather just yet.”

With those words, Checo left, leaving you both.

“Well… now he knows. Finally,” Oscar said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I told you he was intense. Do you believe me now?”

“Of course, mi amor,” the Australian replied, taking your hand and heading to your room in the McLaren motorhome, so, as Checo had said, you wouldn’t become grandparents just yet. “Your dad scared me, but I’m not going to lie to you, he gave me enough motivation to beat him in every race from now on.”

[buggybugkilo]

doodle time because i feel ✨sad✨