Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· 23d

And what else burns warm and bright? Brings guidance to those who feel lost? (3/5)

Panels from the manga over an image of Qifrey's hand, sprouting plants. It reads "I would have stayed far away from you... the sky's kindest, most radiant star."

A full page illustration of Agott in a beautiful flowing dress with star details.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· 23d

Agott, with her deep love and interest in light magic, magic that can dazzle and blind, but she uses it to guide, and to console softly. To make Coco laugh, and to spread joy in times of darkness. (2/5)

Another scene from the manga, in which Agott, a witch's apprentice, offers a pouch to a crying little girl. When the girl opens it, little cute and silly lights in the shapes of cats appear and she is instantly overjoyed.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· 23d

Feeling so emo today about the parallels in Olruggio and Agott, specifically in their magic and what they represent. Olruggio, with his speciality in fire magic, magic that has the capacity to harm and burn, but he uses it to warm people, to bring comfort. (1/5) #whaspoilers #witchhatatelier

A scene from the Witch Hat Atelier manga. It depicts a scene in which Olruggio, a witch in long black robes, black hair, and facial hair, shows Qifrey, a witch in black and white robes and spectacles, his latest invention, the snugstone, a slice of quartz with runes on it that make it radiate a gentle warmth.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· 27d

Happy #WIPWednesday everyone! So uh.... New hyperfixation just dropped. 🧙‍♀️ If you haven't watched #witchhatatelier yet I can't recommend it enough, I'm absolutely hooked, so here's the opening of a new fic I'm working on! (Yes there will be #arkco I love silly gay people) #wha #whamangaspoilers

It was hard to concentrate on anything in the days that followed Silver Eve.
As fresh snow blanketed the valley in a sparkling, winter’s vista, the usual warmth of the atelier seemed… lacking somehow. The hearth’s fires burned just the same as they always did, but it was as though its soul wasn’t there, some part of its heart tarnished by the deep seeded fear and anxiety now lying in the hearts of the witches within.
So much had happened, so fast, too fast to process, and though everyone was trying hard to return to normalcy, Coco could see the cracks left in her friends. Tetia’s smile no longer quite reached her eyes, Agott flinched at the slightest, sudden sound, and even Richeh didn’t seem to be eating as much as she usually did at dinner time. If the adults were worried, they certainly masked it better, but Coco knew it must have rattled them too.
…At the very least perhaps that meant Qifrey wouldn’t disappear anytime soon.
Coco’s eyes drifted from her desk to the window, watching snowflakes stick briefly to its glass before melting in the blink of an eye. The atelier had always felt like a beacon of safety amidst the chaotic happenings that had been occurring during their studies. A place to return to, its familiar walls wrapping them in its comforting embrace. But was the atelier truly safe anymore? The events at Ezrest had only proven that the Brimmed Caps could easily infiltrate places of joy and wonder at any conceivable moment. That they could destroy lives and snatch away the things they loved and cared for most the second their guard was dropped.
It was haunting.
The skin where a cold, metal shackle had once been clamped to Coco’s wrist tingled and burned, and she rubbed at it absentmindedly. Maybe she needed a break. Maybe she was ‘burnt out’ as Olruggio often said…
Slowly, reluctantly, her pen settled on her wooden workspace. There was no point in trying to force the inspiration or motivation, Coco knew that well enough from experience.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jun 13

So @grimmsilly.bsky.social and I have gotten really into playing Elder Scrolls Online lately, and I've never done a ref sheet before, but I simply HAD to draw their character Veesk because she's so much fun! 💜 I'm so proud of how this turned out! #art #elderscrolls #fantasyart #argonian #eso

A fullbody artwork of a lizard-like humanoid creature. She has white scales, a black, feathered crest of feathers, and is wearing purple armour. On the left side are two headshots of her facing forward and to the side.
The writing states her name; Veeskeix, and below is written "Argonian Vampire Nightblade, She/Her" with a lesbian pride flag.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· May 27

Happy #WIPWednesday friends! We continue with some cute #Nuzi stargazing today 💜💛 Cuties. #MurderDrones

Uzi sighed, a long, grumbly exhale from the very depths of her soul. “Alright, fine. But I’m telling you, I’m no good at this…”
Staring up impassively at the night sky and its blanket of pin-prick lights, Uzi tried her hardest to pick out any interesting patterns. For a while, the stars simply stared back almost mockingly, winking in the inky black, until…
“Uh… there. Look, that line kind of looks like it could be horns right?” She tried faintly to gesture up as she envisioned the invisible lines connecting the stars like a dot-to-dot. To her relief, N made a sound of delighted interest, wriggling his legs about excitedly as he shifted beside her.
“Oooh, yeah! And look, there’s its nose! What a handsome fella!” He beamed. “See? You totally are good at this.”
The praise made Uzi’s heart lighten and her lips curled upward more than she thought possible. She gave his hand a squeeze, and felt as his digits squeezed hers back in turn.
They must have spent over an hour laying there, pointing out patterns and making shapes and stories out of them. Battles between highland cows and cyborg kangaroos, of empires rising and falling, and long-lost, legendary firearms embedded in impenetrable stones.
N was good at storytelling. Probably because he had lived in a library once, Uzi thought, he must have absorbed a lot of narrative skills simply by reading and re-reading the many books around him. It was so endearing, watching him get so excited, stammering over his words as they tried to leave his mouth faster than his tongue could articulate them.
And yet… despite all the joy, it was hard to ignore an insistent feeling tugging in the back of Uzi’s brain - something that had been bothering her for hours now. This was all so sweet, but there was something underlying this all, she could tell. Something beyond just a simple first date. A… motive. Had he put all this together because she had been all weird and stupid yesterday? To try and cheer her up or something?

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· May 20

Happy #WIPWednesday friends! We're back with some star gazing #Nuzi now. Incredibly, the second half of this very WIP is one of the very first things I wrote for #MurderDrones. We've come full circle now, right back to where I first started my journey with many of you <3

$It was a rare thing in the city, for the clouds to part enough to see the stars above so clearly. Of course, Uzi had never really paid them much mind before today. There had always been too much going on, both in her life and in her head, to stop and stare at the sky. But that was what she found herself doing right now, with N at her side, his tail coiled around her ankle. For a long time, they lay in peaceful silence, content to simply belong in the comfort of each other’s company. Uzi scanned years worth of her memory for the few lessons on astrology taught in their sheltered bunker… something until now she had considered utterly useless for their subterranean life. She could pick out a few stars that she remembered; most notably the North Star used by humans for navigation on Copper 9. Apparently, there had been a North Star on Earth too, so N said, that had been called Polaris, but the humans here hadn’t really cared enough to give this one a proper name. …Why would they? They hadn’t cared about anything on this forsaken world. You look like a Charlie, Uzi thought to herself. If those stinkin’ humans didn’t have the compassion to name you, then I will. “You know, humans used to make pictures out of the stars,” N’s voice startled Uzi from her thoughts, and as she took a moment to process what he said, she turned to glance at him quizzically. “That’s weird and redundant. Why would they do that?” “I dunno. Something about… stories? Really, really old ones.” N shrugged softly, but there was a look on his face Uzi recognised. He was trying to recall something – something from his life before all of this, just out of reach and barely skimming along the edges of fractured memories. “I think… I think Tessa taught us some. Constellations - that was it! They were called constellations.” “Huh…” Uzi stared up at the endless expanse, at the tiny specs of light glittering in the dark.$

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· May 7

Okay! #WIPWednesday, but on a Thursday! I hope I can tempt you all with a little more of #Nuzi dancing and being cute together! 💜💛 #MurderDrones

“We’re… waltzing. This is like, a waltz right?” Uzi was sure she’d seen this type of dancing before in movies… and all at once it made sense, given N’s background, that this was what he knew. What he’d seen firsthand for so many years.
“Oh, yeah! It was like, the only kind of dance they ever did back at the manor,” he swept her around, and Uzi felt her feet barely skimming the floor now, as he lead them faster in a twirl around their makeshift dancefloor. She was stumbling again, this time partially in alarm, as her shorter legs struggled to keep up with his own.
“They always looked so serious though, y’know? I never really got why.”
“I mean… from what I saw, they were all weird and old-timey. They probably wanted to live like humans did before fun was invented.” Uzi glanced out back in the direction of the bunker sheepishly. “Speaking of old-timey… this is fun and like, cute and all, but I don’t think anyone actually dances like this anymore.”
“Oh, really?” N asked, quirking his head slightly. There was a sadness in his eyes, though he seemed to be hamming it up for her. “Waltz is dead?”
Uzi snorted, then shook her head pensively. “’Fraid so, buddy.”
“Aw, dang…”
“But hey, it’s fine. I think this is like… basically just a slow dance on an oil-frenzy. And I think slow dancing is still socially acceptable, or whatever.”
“Oh… so we should just like… slow it down?” After a brief pause, N let their pace ease back into something Uzi could far more easily keep up with, smaller steps, languid now, and she watched his expression change to something far more wistful as they spiralled around each other slowly.
“Huh… this is nice too,” he said quieter. “Um… Can I hold you closer? I think I’ve seen people do that before.”
Uzi nodded and stepped closer. Her gaze fell down to the unstable ground beneath them, then at her jacket, shirt and clunky boots. “I feel so under-dressed for this,” she laughed awkwardly.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Apr 29

Happy #WIPWednesday friends! It's been a while! I had to rest my brain for a bit, especially because I had a lot going on irl, but here we are! We're finally back to working on Unwritten Rules, so my offering today is some sweet #Nuzi! 💛💜 #MurderDrones

“What’s on your mind?”
“Huh? Oh!” N straightened up slightly, a light, yellow blush blinking onto his cheeks. “I guess the music just reminded me of prom. I wish we’d gotten the chance to enjoy it properly, y’know?”
A sly smirk curled the corners of Uzi’s lips. “Aw what, you didn’t find dodging telekinetically controlled knives and fighting my homicidal classmate fun?”
Warm giggles escaped him, and he scooted over closer again, taking her hand and fidgeting with her fingers. “C’mon, you know what I mean,” their digits clicked gently against each other, and he ran his fingertips up and down her own. “Every party I’ve ever been to, I was working. And I mean… a lot of the parties at Elliot Manor were stuffy and formal, but I always used to wonder what it would be like to be a part of it all. And to dance… oh, the dancing…”
“Well… I’m sure Thad will throw a party soon. He did say we were invited to the next one. I mean, it was a while back when he said that, but I think it probably still stands. And if not, we’ll crash it,” Uzi offered, bumping her head against his arm. “And there’s always the next prom, I guess.”
She could feel him smile, his head resting on top of hers as a tail curled around her. “Aw Uzi, are you asking me to prom again?” There was a slight tease in his voice, and she instinctively scoffed and elbowed him in the side.
“What? No. Shut up.”
N burst out into a laugh, squeezing her hand lightly. “Okay, hah! Easy there, buddy…” He rubbed the offended area lightly, then returned to rolling his thumb over the triangular light on the back of her hand. “I am looking forward to it though. Maybe next year we can get through the whole night without anyone dying! Wouldn’t that be something?”
A smile she couldn’t suppress crept onto Uzi’s lips as she watched the slow, languid movements of his thumb tracing shapes across her casing. “Yeah… I guess it’d be pretty fun, or whatever,” she mumbled.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Apr 16

Bluesky's been broken all day. Can the engineers please let go of this bullshit ai coding already.

A mean girls meme of Regina George, with the text "Stop trying to make vibe coding happen. It's not going to happen"

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Apr 3

...Guys do you think I have enough basil saplings?

A green propagator planting station divided into 12 small pots, with many tiny green saplings. A marker labeled BASIL is poking out of the soil.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Apr 1

I decided to let my Nuzi meow plushies write a little bit of Unwritten Rules for #WIPWednesday today! It sure is... something. #Nuzi #MurderDrones

A piece of prose on a light green background that reads as follows:

It took Uzi a moment to understand why his words had struck a chord… and then it hit her all at once. She couldn’t recall a time she had ever heard those words directed at her. She had yearned for it for so long that she had forgotten that it was even a possibility - for so long it had felt so distant it might as well have been some fanciful dream.
Uzi clung to him a little tighter. “…Can you say that again?” She mumbled into his jacket’s fur lining.
“Meow,” he repeated, without a moment of hesitation. “Meow, meow, meow.”
Meow meow? Meow meow mew. Mrrrrp purrrrr mreow!
Meow meow meow meow, meow meow. Meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow. Purrr mew meow, mrrr prrrrrrr meow.
Meow.
Meowwwwwwww meow meow! Meow meow mrrp brrp, meow meow mrrr mrow.
“Meow?” Meow meow. “Meow, meow meow.”
“Meow!”
“Meow?”
“Meow meow meow,” meow meow. “Mrrp, purr brrrp!”

a photo of two plush animals sat on a bed in front of a laptop. They are N and Uzi from Murder Drones but as cats!

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Feb 25

It's #WIPWednesday once again! I am shaking them about like marbles in a tin can. 💛💗 #Vizzy #MurderDrones

“Hmm. Yeah, that’s fair,” Lizzy reached out and twirled one of V’s drenched strands of hair around her finger before cradling her cheek. “So what brings you out here, then? To this part of town?”
A low, deep rumble sounded from V as her eyes grew half-lidded, leaning into Lizzy’s palm. Her tail flicked to and fro behind her, the glowing, venomous stinger at its end almost… comforting in some sense. Like a lantern in the dark. “You know why I’m here.”
“Well yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”
V let out a long, deep sigh, leaning as close as she could without crossing the threshold of Lizzy’s window. Her wings coiled closer around her as she held Lizzy’s hand to her cheek, staring intensely into her eyes. “I missed you,” her voice teetered on the edge of a purr. “Is that what you’re after? I missed you, and N is out somewhere with Uzi, and I didn’t want to go home to an empty manor.”
Something that felt like affection tugged at Lizzy’s heartstrings. She brushed her thumb back and forth slowly across V’s rough skin, then leaned forward to press her lips against the vampire’s own. A purr tickled her lips as V shifted to secure the kiss, clawed fingers tracing delicately up Lizzy’s neck and resting over her pulse point.
She tasted like petrichor.
Like heavy rain in a wild pine forest; a cool relief in the haze of summer… and Lizzy could smell it faintly on her – the earthy notes and wildflowers that grew by the nearby lake. It was exhilarating, she could feel her heart thumping under V’s finger tips now as she pressed her warm nose into V’s cold cheek. She was so wild, and untamed, and free, and it always felt as though she stirred something kindred in Lizzy’s own heart. Something she had had to quell for so long.
“So… can I come in?” V muttered quietly, grazing her fangs back and forth against the corner of Lizzy’s lips.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Feb 21

I was going to sit on this until I finished the companion piece, but I think we all need and deserve a sweet little N tending to his flowers 💛 #MurderDrones #SerialDesignationN #art

A piece of art depicting Serial Designation N from Murder Drones watering a planter of flowers. He is wearing a sunhat with a pink bow, a blue shirt with a watermelon print, and a sun dress with sunflowers on it. In the planter, the keybug can be seen, and a speech bubble hangs over it with a smiley emoticon in it.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Feb 18

Happy #WIPWednesday friends!! Today I offer you stinky cat V hahaha. (This is also for the Human/Vampire AU!) It's okay, she can have cuddles as a reward for showering afterwards. 💗💛 #MurderDrones #Vizzy

“God, you’re soaked,” Lizzy muttered, ruffling the towel through V’s hair carefully to avoid her crest’s eyes. “Is it really raining that bad outside, or did you decide to take a dip in the lake on your way over here?”
V made a noise that sounded somewhere between a stifled laugh and a gruff grunt. “It’s like a monsoon out there. Terrible conditions for hunting.”
“Hm. Clearly.” As the towel came away from V’s head, Lizzy felt her nose wrinkle at the sight. The white fibres were now stained grey with flecks of a rusted brown, especially wear it met the collar of her jacket. “Ew… When was the last time you had a shower? Or washed your clothes?”
“I dunno,” V said, picking at a rough bit of skin on her knuckles. “When was the last time I came over?”
“Ugh. V.”
“What?” V’s voice grew defensive, heightening its pitch. She glared at Lizzy with all seven eyes, the ones on her crest glowing fiercely. “It’s not exactly like we have running water at the manor anymore. And it was never exactly very high on our list of priorities before we met you.”
“Yeah… I guess.” Lizzy sighed, throwing the towel into her wash basket. “How you guys weren’t like, constantly sick is beyond me.”
V went concerningly quiet for a moment. Her eyes had followed the movement of the towel as it soared through the air, and hadn’t returned to Lizzy’s face. “Heightened healing. Heightened immune systems,” she muttered. “I mean, we can still get sick, just… not as easily.” Finally she let her eyes drift back up to Lizzy. “And for the record, just because I don’t shower often doesn’t mean I don’t clean myself. We just have different methods to you prissy, little blood-bags.”
“Oh, right. Don’t you guys clean yourselves like cats?” Lizzy teased lightly, delighting in the light flush of embarrassment on V’s cheeks. “Cute, but still, if you’re gonna be staying over, I’d rather you weren’t covering everything I own in dried blood and mud. Go. Go shower.”

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Feb 17

The prophecy is fulfilled. 😊 Pancake making pancakes for Pancake Day hehehe.

A plushie of a brown isopod is leaning against the handle of a frying pan, containing a cooking crepe. A hand holds the handle and a spatula can be seen scooting the pancake around.

The same isopod is sat in front of a floral designed plate containing the cooked crepe, folded into a triangle. It is coated in maple syrup and cream.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Feb 14

I wanted to get this oneshot out for Valentine's Day, but life had other plans unfortunately. So since I missed WIP Wednesday this week, you can have a #WIPWednesday on a Saturday. 💗💛 This is for the Human/Vampire AU day for Vizzy Week! I love writing V being a sopping wet cat. #MurderDrones #Vizzy

For a regular human, to scale the outer walls of Lizzy’s house and perch upon her windowsill would have been impressive. Not impossible, perhaps, but certainly an arduous challenge. Then again, it was no trouble for V, because V was no regular human. Regular humans didn’t have eyes that reflected like a cat’s. Or long, black tails ending in bright, venomous barbs. They didn’t have claws, or fangs, and they most certainly didn’t have a set of five, demonic eyes on a headband shaped growth sprouting from between their silver locks.
No. V was certainly not a regular human.
Now, you might be easily led to believe that vampires love the rain. After all, the clouds block out the sun, making it easier to skulk about in the daytime and snatch up unsuspecting prey. In fact, the opposite was true. Lizzy had recently discovered that they found the rain deeply overstimulating to their heightened senses; blurring their eyesight so they couldn’t fly safely, creating a crescendo to their sensitive ears, and a persistent torture that assaulted their skin.
Large, bat-like wings, crooked and torn, curled around V protectively, trying to shelter her from the worst of the downpour, though pointed ears still flicked with annoyance as the irritating droplets hit her cool, taupe skin. A finger was raised, its long, dark claw mere inches from the glass, and Lizzy watched as the slit, feline pupils softened and dilated into something a little less uncanny the moment they landed on her.
“Hey,” her voice was muffled by the glass. “Morning, princess.”
Lizzy unlocked the latch and turned the handle on her window, and as it slid slowly open, V shuffled on the ledge to avoid it knocking her off balance. “It’s a bit early for visitors, you know,” Lizzy drawled. “Couldn’t you have let me sleep in just a little longer?”
“A little longer and it’ll be sunrise.”
Lizzy stared at her blankly, then past her out into the near pitch black of the outside world.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Feb 12

-happier and healthier for it. They have more energy, they're brighter, less desperate to devour their food because they don't know when they might eat again... It's just nice. I even wrote a whole little bit in one of my fics about how happy Uzi was that N had a lil more tummy now!

A piece of prose that reads as follows:
Running her fingers tenderly down his chest, she let them graze over the soft silicone of N’s belly. “The feeling’s mutual,” she mumbled gently, leaning into his touch. “Not to get all gross and sappy but like… you make life feel like it’s gonna be okay now.”
The radiance of N’s smile was enough for Uzi to know she’d never need to miss her brief time with the sun. He was, and always would be, a vessel of warmth and light that rivalled any cosmic power. “You too,” he whispered sweetly. “I feel safe when I’m with you.”
She smoothed her palm gently back and forth over N’s tummy, letting her fingers grace his lower ribs, then over the little bump of his stomach - turgid to a comfortable degree from his last meal. N had mentioned it with a laugh once; how his midriff had been practically concave in the days before he had met her, his body constantly teetering on the edge of starvation. He’d joked about it so light-heartedly, and yet it bristled Uzi to think about how scary it must have been, not knowing when you would next eat, or if you’d survive after an unsuccessful hunt.
It was such a relief to her that he didn’t have to worry about that now. He had a safe and stable food source provided by the medical bay - he didn’t have to gorge himself in desperation to make it through the week. Every day he came home knowing they had exactly what they needed.
Uzi gave his belly a firm pat, then rubbed it, and N’s tail wagged harder, the canister thumping dully against the side of the bed as he burst out with a joyous chuckle. It was music to her auditory sensors.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 28

I thought you might also like to know, the Keybug has a little smile :)

a zoom in of the previous art on the keybug. He is smiling!

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 28

A little art update for WIP Wednesday this week.... I really love the way he's coming along! 💛 #MurderDrones #SerialDesignationN

A sketch and lineart of Serial Designation N from the show Murder Drones. He is wearing a t-shirt, summery dress, and a sunhat. He stands cheerfully on one leg, with a watering can in one hand, watering a planter of flowers. The key bug is sat on the rim of the planter, watching.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 21

Hey friends, just a short #WIPWednesday piece today as I was so mad busy last week and now I'm sick so uh ✌️ Woe, gay little drones upon yee. #MurderDrones #Vizzy

Even just pretending for a moment that these were for someone else seemed to help. Within minutes, V’s arms were full, hugging a small selection close to her chest as she slunk back towards the changing rooms. Her timing couldn’t be more perfect, as Lizzy’s head poked out from behind one of the curtains, a scowl set on her face.
“I look stupid,” she grumbled.
“I severely doubt that.”
“And it’s your fault.”
V barked a dry laugh, rolling her eyes as she approached. Her fingers curled around the curtain, but Lizzy’s eyes widened and she clasped it tighter, balling it in her fists in defiance. V felt her eyes narrow. “Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad.”
The look she gave her said otherwise, but eventually she relented, letting V roll back the divider.
Okay, Lizzy was a flat out liar. As V had strongly suspected, Lizzy did look amazing in anything. The Worker stood there with a surprising bashfulness as all of V’s eyes cast themselves excitedly over her form. A baggy, white band shirt hung lazily over her torso, a studded belt breaking up the shape around her waist. The black denim vest she wore was littered with patches and pins of bands and shows from a bygone era, many faded and rusted from their time out in the wastelands. She’d found something else, not initially part of the ensemble, perhaps snatched from a shelf when V wasn’t looking, something safe, something pink; a pleated, tartan skirt. Somehow it worked perfectly, slotting into the outfit like a missing puzzle piece.
It was… casual punk. A tiny step over the threshold of Lizzy’s comfort zone. Different, and yet…
“You look… uh… nice,” V managed awkwardly, feeling the heat prickling the circuits in her head.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 17

I showed Pancake and he loves it very much. 🥺

A picture of a plushie woodlouse sat on a laptop's keyboard. He is looking at some adorable fanart of him made by the original poster, depicting him doing cute little pillbug things!

The same plushie is now facing the camera, with anime blushies and little pink hearts around his head

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 15

Everyone please stop what you're doing and look at this precious little fella @grimmsilly.bsky.social made for me 🥺 His name is Pancake....

A plushie of a brown woodlouse sat on the back of a black sofa. He has big antenna abd is ridged and striped!

The Sam plyshie but being held. He is quite big, he would be able to sit happily in two hands!

Pancake the plushie is wrapped up cosy in a blanket!

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 14

You guys can have a double page update for #WIPWednesday today... as a treat... #MurderDrones #Vizzy

Nimble fingers flicked through the fabrics as Lizzy searched for something, then, satisfied, pulled free a burgundy, long sleeved, and comfy looking cardigan. V had been drawn to it for its colour and the pretty pattern of the stitches; somehow the raised ridges resembled the flowers she had yearned to touch and smell in the manor gardens so long ago… oh, if only she had been allowed outside.
She had asked the gardener drones once what it was like out there. In her life before, she had only ever known the long, stark corridors and cubicle filled rooms of an office in the city. There had been no plants, and the surrounding high-rises outside the windows had blotted out the sky. So, the only time she had spent outside had been that brief interlude when Tessa had carried her from the dump to the front door, and… well, V had been so terrified and confused she hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the roses as they passed them by. She wouldn’t feel the breeze on her casing or the grass under her feet again until…
Until…
“You okay?” Lizzy asked. “You look a bit spaced out.”
“O-Oh… yeah. I was just thinking. Uh… it’s nice, right?” She asked, almost a little too eager for Lizzy’s approval. Lizzy nodded, brushing her finger-pads gently over the stitches and V felt herself fall back into a state of ease. Things were different now. She could be different.
Extending a hand out to V, Lizzy flicked her fingers in a silent beckon - a signal for V to hand her something. Confused, V tilted her head and Lizzy sighed, rolling her eyes.
“The jacket,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Hand it over.”
V hesitated only for a moment, eyes flicking to the flimsy curtain separating them from the prying eyes of the outside world. Then, she relented, unzipping her jacket and dropping it into Lizzy’s waiting palm. It… still felt so strange, to stand stark and bare without it shielding the tender scars surrounding the glass panel of her chest.

“I so can’t wait to throw this dirty, old rag in the trash when we get home,” Lizzy’s voice rattled V from her thoughts, her attention now squarely back on the Worker. Her nose-bump had wrinkled with disgust as she held it at arm’s length as though it might leap out and bite her.
“You’d better not.”
Lizzy huffed and tossed it into the corner of the bench beside them. “Aw come on, you’re not actually sentimental about that thing are you?”
V’s mane twitched uncomfortably. “I-It’s… complicated,” she forced the words out through her teeth. “It’s-”
“All you’ve ever known. I know.” Lizzy let her voice soften, a hand smoothing up V’s glass panel to rest against the crook of her neck. “Will you at least let me wash it when we get home? You keep staining the new pillows I got for the sofa.”
“…Fine.” V mumbled, curling her tail around Lizzy’s waist. It seemed like a fair enough compromise… and besides, she couldn’t deny that the fabric conditioner Lizzy used for her own clothes always smelled pretty good. Definitely a step up from the scent of decay she was used to.
Lizzy helped V into a cream, pinstripe shirt, slowly fastening the buttons with a dexterity V couldn’t hope to manage with her clumsy fingers built for destruction. The top-most were left undone, and Lizzy fidgeted with the collar, digits lingering near V’s neck. When she was finally satisfied, she whirled around to grab the cardigan, slowly guiding V’s chunky wrists through the fabric, and draping it loosely around her shoulders.
The weight of it felt… comforting. Like V was enclosed in a blanket, and yet not entrapped in the slightest. To be able to move around like this while feeling so… oddly safe. It was almost alien.
“Comfy?” Lizzy asked as she rolled up the sleeves to V’s elbows. V hummed in affirmation, and Lizzy smiled, pausing to meet her eye. “You know, you’re starting to look like a normal person. Like, the kind who doesn’t go around biting people’s arms off if they look at you wrong.”

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 13

AWWWWW HAHAHAHAHA God they're so precious ragh I was literally infordumping to Xi this morning about how Uzi would shower N in love and affection to make up for all the time he didn't have it... they're so sweet....

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Yeah. AND HEHE. I think like, she knows N has had basically no kind words in so long, no affirmations, and even though he's cheerful she knows he struggles to know his worth and feel like he's doing a good job at things because he was constantly called worthless and scolded.
So she's like. I gotta make up for all that. I need him to know he's so loved and valued.
Kissing his big sweet face and telling him he's the "coolest frickin' drone ever."

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Jan 7

I hope you guys don't mind too much if I post an art for #WIPWednesday this week! I haven't had the mental energy to write lately, lots going on, but drawing together with @grimmsilly.bsky.social always helps motivate me. 😊 So here's a cute little #SerialDesignationN I'm working on! 💛 #MurderDrones

A sketch of Serial Designation N from Murder Drones. He is in a summer dress and sun hat watering a planter filled with various plants and flowers, standing on one leg all joyful and whimsical. The key bug sits on the planter watching.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Dec 28

Kintsugi Cores 💗💛 #Vizzy #MurderDrones #SerialDesignationV #LizzyMD #art

A piece of art depicting Serial Designation V and Lizzy from Murder Drones. They are sat back to back on a pink and purple background with golden cracks on it. V looks concerned over her shoulder at Lizzy, who is staring at her phone miserably, a ghostly crown floating above her. In dreamlike bubbles on either side of them, are the words "Stay... Please." Both of them have cracks on their bodies, V's are filled with pink and Lizzy's are filled with gold.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Dec 17

Happy #WIPWednesday friends! Might I interest you in a double page update today? This is, again, from the #Nuzi gemstone oneshot, as I haven't had a chance to work on Unwritten Rules in a little bit. Hopefully soon though! I love these goobers so much. 💜💛 #MurderDrones

“Wait, why am I holding everything?”
“Because I don’t have pockets,” Uzi replied nonchalantly.
“You don’t? I thought you-”
Uzi wiggled the front of her hoodie dramatically, and the fabric did not give where he had assumed they had been all this time.
“They’re fake,” she shrugged and returned to picking through the glass and fabric scraps, eyes lighting up as something new piqued her interest within the case.
“Really? …Huh. I thought we left fake pockets in the 24th Century.”
“I know, it’s honestly the worst. I guess it’s the one good thing Cyn did, huh? Making sure you had some so that one day your girlfriend could shove them full of pretty rocks.” Uzi stuck both her hands deep in his pockets and leaned against his chest, staring up at him with an impish grin. N laughed, curling his arms around her loosely.
“Pretty rocks and pretty hands.”
She scoffed, but the smile on Uzi’s face curled at the corners even more, and she stood on her tiptoes to squish her nose-bump against N’s, before she whirled around and began to hop amongst the rubble again, digging through the dust and debris with a newfound vigour.
For a little while, N chose to rest against one of the collapsed walls, watching and waiting as Uzi scampered over excitedly to press more gems in his hands. On occasion, she would take a break and sit with him for a bit, while they picked out favourites, sharing information their HUDs provided with each other excitedly.
It was nice to have someone to share this with now - someone just as enthusiastic about all this. J and V never really took any interest whenever he had shown them the things he had found; J sneered and scolded him for ‘wasting precious company time’, and V – well… V had spent most of the past few years trying to avoid him. She never let him close enough to see the tiny offerings he tried to make to her.

Uzi always scowled whenever N offhandedly mentioned the mistreatment he had faced by his teammates in the past, but this time there was a divergence in the curve of her brow. He knew the look well now; she was thinking. Recalling something. It had triggered some sort of memory, but she didn’t clue him in right away. By the way her fingers curled tightly in her lap… maybe it was something less than pleasant.
“V said you’d made friends with rocks before,” she said finally. “…She meant your crystals didn’t she?”
N stared at her a little stunned. “I… maybe? I mean, I guess so.”
Uzi fidgeted with the fur lining at the base of her hoodie now, twirling and untwirling the fibres as she stared out into the city. She seemed hesitant to continue, but forced herself to regardless.
“I guess she was paying a lot more attention than you thought.”
He’d never considered… she’d always been so distant. But in hindsight…
N let his arm bump against Uzi’s shoulder, his tail curling behind her. He felt her look up at him but he tried to look busy poking the crystals in his palm uselessly. Her hand hooked under his elbow comfortingly as she rested her head against him.
“When we get home, we should both annoy V with rock facts. To make up for all the times she missed out.” N couldn’t help the burst of surprised laughter that erupted from him, and he could see her relieved smile in one of his corner-optics. “I don’t think she’ll run away this time.”

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Dec 10

Happy #WIPWednesday! I've been having a little bit of writers block the past week due to stressful life stuff, but I'm here to drop some more #Vizzy on you all! (Yes I am still writing for Vizzy week, I'm trying my best even if they're a bit late <3 ) Enjoy! 💗💛 #MurderDrones

V was never quite sure how Lizzy managed to talk her into these situations.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She knew how, she just couldn’t believe how easily swayed she had become, wrapped around the little finger of a being who had once been nothing more than prey to her. Although… the word prey wasn’t giving Lizzy enough credit, no. Lizzy was clearly far too cunning to be mere, simple prey. There were times V had watched Lizzy’s eyes come alight like a predator in waiting, preparing a sharp, devastating blow to some poor drone’s ego. And besides, what ‘simple prey’ could bend a creature such as herself to her every whim?
Long, pegged legs clacked against the polished, vinyl flooring of a space in the bunker that had been retrofitted into a clothes store. V wasn’t sure what it’s original purpose had been – perhaps a warehouse, or general storage unit… not that it mattered now, of course; any remnants of its past had been plastered over with posters of drone models and flashy advertisements for this cycle’s must have accessories.
A tail dragged apathetically across the slews of mismatched shirts on rails that threatened to topple at her touch, the eyes on her headband instinctively snapping to attention at the swaying movement of the fabric as she passed.
Robo-God… what was the obsession the drones here had with clothes? They were just some stupid, trivial little thing humans had thrown on them as though they were no more than noncognizant dolls. And they didn’t need to wear them the way humans did, for warmth or modesty, so why? Why was Lizzy so desperate for more? Was it not enough that her closet was fit to burst enough as it already was?
“I can hear you glowering,” Lizzy said flatly without looking at her. She had been leading V down what must have been the seventh aisle – though V could no longer be certain. They might have been going in circles at this rate. Part of her CPU had shutdown about half an hour ago.

Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲@deeowlbrainrot· Dec 3

Happy #WIPWednesday ! Sorry I missed last week, but I hope the mini Vizzy fic/chapter made up for it! I'm still chipping away at the next prompt for Vizzy Week, so I'm sharing a WIP from a different, old oneshot again that's yet to see the light of day. 💜💛 Soft Nuzi upon yee! #Nuzi #MurderDrones