#it’s kind of angsty

[affiesque]

So Ai Di x Chen Yi has essentially taken over my brain, which led to a late-night writing session that resulted in this little thing. Note that it’s really just PWP and definitely NSFW. If that’s your thing, please enjoy! 🖤

Once again Ai Di found himself in Chen Yi’s room, his bed. Weeks of push and pull, teasing and understanding led him back - this time both of them sober and mostly clear-eyed. Things are quiet, probably too quiet - the eye of the storm, no doubt - with no one injured, no one missing, no one beating down the doors, at least not today. Ai Di has noticed something different in Chen Yi’s expressions of late, something hard and gentle at the same time - sure, there’s that same desire, the look that says he might devour Ai Di entirely if given the chance. But there’s something else lurking underneath, and Ai Di wants nothing more than to tear it out of Chen Yi and pull it apart and get his hands dirty with the feeling of it, the promise of what it might be.

Right now, though, Chen Yi’s hands are in his hair and anything he might want to say is swallowed up by Chen Yi’s teeth tugging at his lips. Ai Di melts into the kiss, sliding their tongues together and pressing himself against Chen Yi so hard he almost feels like he could disappear. They stay like this for a long while, Ai Di breathing in the heady scent of Chen Yi, the deep woodsy smell of his cologne and something darker underneath, tasting each others mouths until Ai Di can’t bear it any longer and starts tearing at their clothes. Ai Di pushes Chen Yi onto his back, peppering his jaw with kisses, then moving down to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of his neck, drawing out tiny sounds of pleasure. Ai Di continues lower, his hands roaming freely over Chen Yi’s naked body, enjoying the tremors under his fingers when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. He’s so absorbed in his explorations that he’s caught off guard when Chen Yi grabs him by the waist and tosses him on his back, letting out a huff of indignation that Chen Yi just laughs at.

Chen Yi leans in to offer a kiss of apology, then trails his lips up to Ai Di’s ear and whispers oh so softly, “Wanna taste you.” Ai Di hums in appreciation as Chen Yi takes him in his mouth, carefully at first and then with more and more insistence, sucking him in deeper and deeper until Ai Di’s hips start lifting off the bed of their own accord, his dick slamming against the back of Chen Yi’s throat. Another minute of this and Ai Di knows he won’t last much longer. As if reading his mind, in one fluid motion Chen Yi pulls off his cock and flips him onto his stomach.

“Fuck, Chen Yi!”

Ai Di is turned on and pissed off at the same time as he feels the full weight of Chen Yi on his back, the insistent press of his hard-on against his ass. Before Ai Di can do anything about it, Chen Yi is back at his ear, his voice pitched even lower this time, dripping with intention: “Wanna taste all of you.” The sound that escapes Ai Di’s lips is one that only dogs can hear, and before his brain can fully catch up to what’s happening, Chen Yi has buried himself face-first in Ai Di’s ass, tongue lapping and pressing insistently at his entrance. It doesn’t take long until Ai Di’s legs are shaking and he’s reduced to humping the bed, trying to get any friction he can for his aching dick. He vaguely wonders where the hell Chen Yi learned to do this, a tiny flare of jealousy that he might have been doing this with someone else while Ai Di was gone those four years erupting, only to be pushed aside by the overwhelming sensations radiating from the core of his body.

“Please, Chen Yi - I need you - ah, please, just fuck me already,” Ai Di stutters out, craning his neck to see Chen Yi pull back with a triumphant smile.

“Such an eager boy,” Chen Yi teases, pressing tender kisses to Ai Di’s spine.

Ai Di buries his face in the pillow beneath him, listening to the sounds of Chen Yi slicking up his fingers, barely able to contain himself as Chen Yi works him open slowly but intently. By the time Chen Yi gets a third finger inside of him, Ai Di’s head is swimming and his breath is coming in short, hard bursts. Another flip onto his back and suddenly Chen Yi is above him, inside him, overwhelming him. They cling to each other, Chen Yi’s hips snapping into Ai Di at a steady pace, his head tucked into Ai Di’s shoulder. Ai Di moans Chen Yi’s name again and again, then pulls him back by the hair to press a brutal kiss to his lips. When Chen Yi finally breaks away his eyes stay locked on Ai Di’s face, and when he speaks his voice is filled with emotion: “Tell me you’re mine, Ai Di. Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Chen Yi, I’m yours.” Ai Di whispers it like a holy mantra, tears pricking the edges of his vision. Chen Yi’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out what sounds to Ai Di’s ears like a sigh of relief. But all of a sudden Ai Di feels that ugly flare of envy arise in him again, thoughts of Chen Yi’s desperate crush on their boss rushing to the front of his mind. He needs to know once and for all that Chen Yi only has eyes for him, needs to have the wildfires of his jealousy extinguished for good.

“Tell me you’re mine, Chen Yi - I want to hear you say it.” Ai Di’s hands travel up to caress Chen Yi’s neck. When he presses experimentally, Chen Yi’s eyes fly open, dark as obsidian.

“I’m yours Ai Di,” he gasps, leaning into the pressure. Ai Di tightens his grip just a bit more.

“And no one else’s,” Ai Di demands.

“And no one else’s,” Chen Yi repeats. Ai Di releases his neck, his hands caressing Chen Yi’s face as Chen Yi begins to pick up the pace even more, his cock finally reaching the spot that makes Ai Di arch up off the mattress, a loud moan escaping him. He can feel his orgasm building, and before long he’s coming untouched, spilling all over his stomach. Chen Yi follows soon after, filling Ai Di and collapsing into his arms. Ai Di sighs happily, running his fingers through Chen Yi’s hair, scratching a soothing rhythm into his scalp. A minute of comfortable silence passes, after which Ai Di feels a strange hitching of breath coming from Chen Yi. He pushes himself up a bit, forcing Chen Yi to lift his head, and can’t understand why he’s seeing tears staining Chen Yi’s face.

“Hey, hey - what’s this?” he asks, concern evident in his voice, but Chen Yi can only shake his head. Ai Di gently shifts them around so he can better tuck Chen Yi into his arms, comforting him as he cries.

Eventually Chen Yi looks up at him, choking out the words: “Please - please just promise you’ll never leave me again.”

Ai Di lets out a deep breath and pulls him closer, thumbs brushing away his tears. “I’m not going anywhere, Chen Yi. I’m yours - I’m yours.”

#kiseki: dear to me #kiseki dear to me #ai di x chen yi #ai di #chen yi #my fic #its been a while since i’ve written anything like this so please forgive any rustiness #it’s kind of angsty #but i promise they are actually happy

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

#jason todd #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfamily fanart #dc #dc fanart #batman #red hood #dc red hood #they have one of those relationships where jason outright says he loves alfred the most and alfred refuses to say he has a fave grandkid #but it's kind of just concensus that it's jason cuz he's the only one allowed in the kitchen #i am also a heavy believer in the hc that for a while there jason wouldnt meet up with anyone but alfred #and theyd meet for tea and stuff outside the manor #i love those fics #i was gonna draw an in-between angsty one where alf has a picnic by jay's grave with tea and cake for two but i dont have the energy 😅 #i was also gonna draw a red hood and agent A one with the guns they were cleaning but again: no more energy 💀 #mb i'll save that one for later. i still love the idea so much. :')

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[nerdynuala]

Angsty hug

#my art stuff #radiorose #hazbin hotel #fanart #fan art #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #angst #kind of #just wanted to draw an angsty hug with my favorite qpr

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

#he a little confused but he got the spirit #its so good bc it can be super angsty of ghost really dreading whats been done to his sergeant and trying to make it right #or just go full crack treated seriously and have fun with it #i love just completely oblivious ghost #in any military context hes the smartest guy in the room #he always knows the play and has more experience than anyone #but stick him in the normal world? man is Lost #ghost just thinks hes had some kind of reconstruction surgery after being tortured and accepts thats what johnny looks like #bc hes never seen a pussy before #it takes years for soap to actually come out to him bc he just never thought to #hes seen him naked theyve literally slept together what else is there for him to say #then he shows him like a family album or something and ghosts just like ‘why arent you in any of these i only see girls’ #and he just goes ‘hang on a second’ #soap gets one of his sporadic periods one night and panics a little thinking it would weird ghost out or remind him that hes not cis #but ghost just thinks its a normal part of such a thorough reconstruction that hed bleed sometimes #and doesnt question it when soap grabs a pad out of his drawer bc ‘thats such a good way of handling the discharge my johnnys so smart’ #just really supportive ghost for the wrong reasons #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

[enden-agolor]

am i even a real lukas fan without drawing his trailer design? so there’s that. also have some very sweet and gentle baja blast boys 🤗

#sorry for being absent kind of going through a lot of life hell right now #im working on something pretty angsty on the side #and working on finishing recovery too #its a lot #anyways enjoy #my art #jesskas #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #mcsm fanart #mcsm

[nightgoodomens]

I can’t imagine Crowley being cruel to Aziraphale but I can imagine him putting a wall between them to protect himself. No touching, no dates, no bickering.

Imagine Aziraphale joking and seeing Crowley not reacting.

Imagine Aziraphale trying to touch him and Crowley moving away.

Imagine Aziraphale trying to invite him out and Crowley saying no.

Imagine having your other half. You’re so used to them. And suddenly it’s empty where they usually are. Worse, because they are there, but like they don’t know you. There are worse things than The Book of Life.

Aziraphale doesn’t know how to function without him anymore and suddenly he has to.

Imagine Aziraphale hearing from Crowley that he was right, Crowley is a demon, just like them, and it will never change. Aziraphale not understanding what he’s talking about and Crowley telling him to stop.

If he’s always going to not be enough then let him go. Stop taking when you don’t want all of him. Stop taking if you need to excuse every moment together. Stop taking if he’s a sin. Stop taking if he’s not good enough.

Stop taking if you will always remind him at the end that he’s less than you.

The Angel you loved is gone.

#oooo a little angsty #but I kind of want Crowley to protect himself #and in result make aziraphale realise #what he’s been doing #good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow

[avephelis]

silly au where hunter can also see the other golden guards but all they do is annoy him

#theyd be ghosts in this BUT in canon im not sure whether or not belos was hallucinating them so. #toh #the owl house #hunter toh #hunter #golden guard #golden guards #grimwalkers #avepharts #no serious art at the moment sorry my brain's just giving me sillies #anyway it's giving kind of fucked up sitcom #i know there's like. a lot of angsty things with this kind of premise. and i support that. but a black comedy would also be really funny #angst and humour babey #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

[vinelark]

#dick would be a bit too enthusiastic the vibe would be off #they're cool hairless cats not tryhard hairless cats

your tags are sending me

tiny tim can accurately sense that jason has at some point in his life had a warrior catsona and dick has at some point said “wait it’s actually about cats? that fight each other? oh no :(”

#dick was never the right kind of angsty for warrior cats #mammutblog said tim would want to rp warrior cats and they’re right #batfam #asks

[miusato]

Yeah but what if they're some oddly high budget cartoon from the 00s???

#atlus adds gradients to the animation to launder money kind of budget i mean lol #something like an angsty teenage drama cartoon that gets cancelled after 1 season and the ending was a cliffhanger #only for it to gain notoriety in the late 10s and fans begged them to bring them back #and then season 2 came out decades later and Shinji and Minako are dating for like 5 eps only to break up #like thats outrageous there's no such things as that kind of series happening ahaha #anyway this is like a reference for me i figure out how to draw them to fit my style more #now I have to figure out Aki and the rest of the gang lol #and then in 10 months you will see me recreating my fav scenes as if they aired on cartoon network or something lol #asukart #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #shinjiro aragaki #kotone shiomi #minako arisato #shinjiham #foolmoon #persona 3 portable #persona 3 femc

[soaring-trash]

Champion⚫️

WIP I most likely won’t finish but we’ll see about that 🤷

#critical role #critical role fanart #criticalrole fanart #criticalrole campain 1 #keyleth #vaxleth #vax x keyleth #vax vox machina #vox machina #vax'ildan #critical role vax #keyleth of the air ashari #vax orb is getting to me #im also noticing a trend to putting characters in this specific kind of embrace #kinda makes it more dramatic #maybe probably #angsty kinda #critters #critical role campaign 3 #bells hells #kinda

[lotuslate]

I did @pakhnokh’s challenge from twitter to draw this in your style! Here’s the original !

#mdzs fanart #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #yiling laozu #hanguang jun #wei wuxian #lan wangji #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jessbye #this is me soft launching kind of a new style of some sorts… #even tho its still in the trial stages #but doing this challenge was definitely a fun exercise!! #i made it more dramatic and angsty looking as i tend to do ksjvbsfdk #and ofc thank u to the amazing pakh for the beautiful original piece!

[sualne]

every story i've ever made is about fear

#my comic #my art #described in alt text #op vamp au #i love vampires because you can do whatever you want with them with this au i wanted to focus on having to deal with #sharing a mind with someone like mingo. unfortunately it gets kind of? visceral in a mind way? angsty for sure. #so i wont be sharing much about the au. at least not the parts i made it for. the sillies i can share.

[ginevrapng]

imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.

one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.

a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."

"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader angst #THIS IS ANGSTY OH MY GOD. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D WRITE ANGST #marauders x reader #marauders angst #marauders x reader angst #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #older remus lupin x reader #♡ mine / writing #♡ remus #remus lupin angst #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #hp x reader angst #harry potter x reader angst #remus lupin fic #this is kind of a quote from doctor who btw <3 why not combine two british staples that i adore

[the-witchhunter]

You know those video games where the character has to complete puzzles and work through their trauma to escape/wake up/something? Obstacles getting in their way and being tied to their past as they delve more into their trauma and have to learn/heal from it before they can progress?

Danny has been around a loooong time. He's old, he's powerful, and has a space in the ghost zone that he controls much like a god. The ghosts have long since started leaving him alone, the ones he's friends with have their own affaires to deal with, and in his ever shifting labyrinthian layer he's too powerful, and even outside of it he can still kick their asses.

and he's without a purpose

His friends had long since passed on after leading long and wonderful lives with him, not even leaving a ghost behind. His Family as well. Jazz had never had children, and try as he and Sam might have, half dead as he was he couldn't have children. He had no one left and nothing to do, and all of eternity to do it in.

Thinking of Jazz is what made him do it the first time

She loved helping people with her psychology, and Danny decided to do it in his own way. It hadn't been pretty, and it hadn't been easy, but he had found his method. Some took to it better than others, and many had different theories about his lair and his motives, but he helped people move past their trauma. Some believed his lair was some kind of purgatory, and... they weren't totally off

So, when Danny moved on to the timeline of the DC multiverse, he had some experience under his belt

He just underestimated how much trauma superheroes can have

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #Danny pulling a silent hill and making superheroes work through their trauma #he even gives them puzzles! #Maybe he does this to villains/former villains too #like the harley quinn show and going into her mind #half kidnapping half cognitive behavioral therapy #I just think this could be angsty and kind of cathartic #Just jason having to address his rage #it was never the pits #and maybe not letting it go but at least redirecting it #I need my boy to be happy okay #and if that takes dragging him and his family through a psychological horror game that's fine #might be more interesting as alternating vignettes

[salamander-spark]

Disguised forms for the other Basilisks!

(Including my interpretation of Number II's appearance)

+ headcanons, as well as backstory for my AU highlighted in green.

Number II, aka Tulip🌷

Age≈ late 20's/early 30's (~15 years older than Vee)

Goes by They/Them, Is the second oldest of the experimented Basilisks. They firsthand witnessed Number One(Greater basilisk that attacks Hexide)'s descent into madness and animalistic hunger. They were scared of what they could become, so they fought extra hard to retain their sanity, vowing to protect their younger kin. Tulip often risked taking punishments from the captors in the other's stead.

(Hight comparison for Tulip's true form (Vee for reference)

At around 15 years old, Tulip hears scouts talk about a new test subject that hatched recently and will soon be ready for experiments. Tulip breaks out and rescues the infant number five. A month of laying low later, and they are both hiding in a cave. Tulip finds a pool of Titan's blood trapped deep within, and they both enter into the human realm.

Tulip can't stay. They know they need to protect Treble and Ivy. So they watch in the shadows as Vee is taken into the care of a couple of humans before leaving her behind, where she can grow up in a place far from the Emperor's grasp. They absorb the remaining magic in the portal, severing this temporary link so that nobody can follow their child.

🎼Treble & Ivy🌿

Ages≈ Mid twenties

Treble: He/They, Ivy: She/Her

I got the idea to name him Treble from The Angel of the Owl house, by OwlHouseAngel on A03. I thought fit well, considering they're playing Eda's Citern in the finale, and the Idea of a basilisk playing instruments sounds cool. (even inspired some things for my AU)

Both were created from the same set of samples at the same time, making them twins. They've got a close-knit sibling bond, very protective of each other. Treble gets headstrong and does risky things like attack coven scouts. Ivy often has to reign Treble in to prevent him from being too reckless. She tends to take an overly cautious approach to anything new.

I'm still not entirely sure how they play into the AU, but they meet Vee and are introduced to Camila to be accepted into their family

I loved this shot when I first saw it, I'm glad to see at least someone in the crew cares about them

& 🌺Viola "Vee" Noceda

I like to think she has a collection of different sweaters and chooses to wear them to keep her warm. Basilisks are mostly cold-blooded but passivly use up their magic to keep warm in cold temperatures. Vee likes to conserve energy by dressing warm during the colder months

She ended up in the human realm thanks to Tulip and was quickly adopted by the Nocedas. Not knowing about her origins, she's horrified learning what her kin has gone through.

She's less timid when confronting danger and hasn't gone through her canon trauma (minus a few fears like sharp objects and dark basements from ). She does, however, have trauma and grief from Manny's sickness and death.

#only child vee au #not me making angsty lore for a character barely implied to exist #Accidentally posted as private earlier so this is kind of a repost #vee toh #toh basilisk #toh au #my art #toh #toh vee #fanart #vee noceda #toh fanart #the owl house #the owl house basilisk #toh oc #owl house basilisk #basilisk oc #vee the basilisk #toh headcanon #headcanon #owl house au