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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

Happy #WIPWednesday everyone! I decided it's Coco's turn to yearn so please enjoy her almost falling down a well because she's admiring Agott. #arkco #wha #agottarklaum #cocowha

Agott made a new friend in the third village. She had done a good job at keeping a straight face when the village elder had briefed them on what they needed, despite the smoky coloured owlcat purring and rubbing its cheek against her leg. It followed her like a shadow as she went about her tasks, and though she tried hard to ignore it, after a solid ten clock marks, Coco watched Agott’s resolve buckle. With a deep sigh, she hunkered down to sit on her haunches, gently scratching at a spot between its eyes.
“You’re very distracting, do you know that?”
The creature only hooted happily in response, tilting back its head and closing its eyes blissfully. Agott tutted and shook her head, but Coco could see the warmth in the smile creeping onto her lips. It was hard not to become sidetracked by the endearing sight, so hard in fact, that Coco would have tripped and fallen into the well had Richeh not grabbed her by the scruff of her cape.
“Watch your step,” was all she said before she continued reapplying beastward seals to the nearby barn.
An embarrassed warmth prickled at Coco’s cheeks as she quietly thanked Richeh and started on refilling the almost empty well. The distraction had almost cost Coco a nasty fall, one that would have been nearly impossible to correct even with her sylph shoes, and yet still, Coco’s eyes betrayed her, constantly finding themselves darting back to Agott.
Her fellow apprentice had now taken to dangling the ribbon of her cloak and shaking it so that the tassels on its end would entice the owlcat, its eyes transfixed as it batted at it excitedly with tiny, fluffy paws. She was mumbling and chuckling under her breath, and again Coco found herself completely captivated. A swell of fondness bubbled away in her chest, a feeling she had lost herself in many times now since Silver Eve last year. A strange… yearning of sorts. A desire to make Agott smile and laugh like that as much as she was able.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

We're back with another #WIPWednesday post! I've been hard at work trying to get some stories done for Arkco Week over on tumblr (I think most will uh, be a little late though haha) So here's a little sneak peek at the prompt for Day One! #wha #witchhatatelier #arkco #agottarklaum #cocowha

“You know… I recognise some of these plays and fairytales. I never took you for the romantic type, Agott,” Coco teased lightly, and her grin only widened as Agott froze and inhaled sharply, a pair of bright, violet eyes very suddenly glaring into her own. Agott’s face was beet red, and she raised a trembling finger to jab threateningly in Coco’s direction, her lips thin, jaw clenched, looking like she was about to explode. Coco waved her hands up in surrender before she could.
“No, wait! I-It’s okay! Really! I think those kinds of stories are fun too!” Her words seemed to temper Agott’s flames, and she exhaled long and deep through her nose, her face regaining its usual composure as her blush retreated.
“T-They’re… fine. But I’m more interested in the drama and political background of those stories,” which was a very Agott excuse, Coco determined, as to not admit out loud that she liked the cute, schmaltzy side of those stories deep down.
When Agott returned to reorganising and pulling books free of her shelves, (her ears still notably pink even as she tried to obscure her face from view) Coco let her attention fall back to the crates, rummaging around for anything else useful, or, if she was being honest with herself, anything that might give more insight into her dear friend.
She was about to find it. As she carefully pushed past a carefully carved, toy pegasus, her fingertips caught on something – a thick string – that when accidentally plucked, reverberated a rich, melodic sound. Both of them froze, stunned into stillness, before slowly Coco peeked deeper into the box, her hands smoothing over the curved, wooden frame of a small, musical instrument. She held it up so that Agott could see, and quirked her head questioningly.
“My old violin,” Agott nodded, her expression all at once very hard to read. She was doing that rather frustrating thing again, where she was trying to keep her face as neutral as possible to hide whatever she was feeling from Coco.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

"There’s magic in the way Coco works with a needle and thread, even if she doesn’t always realise it." It's finally here! I'm very proud and have had so much fun writing this one! 💚 archiveofourown.org/works/899452... #WHA #Δ帽子 #WitchHatAtelier #arkco

A promo artwork in the style of witch hat atelier, with golden hued frames wrapped in ribbons. The middle diamond has text which reads "A fic by Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon. The Threads That Bind Us. Chapter one." with a star below and a needle and thread above.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

Happy Witch Hat Atelier 10th Anniversary everyone! It also happens to be #WIPWednesday! Been having a lot of fun working on my first #witchhatatelier fic, I hope you guys like #arkco because I care about them so much 💜💚 #wha #agottarklaum #cocowha

A small shuddery sigh escaped Coco, as she curled her hands over Agott’s own. Instantly any warmth she had accumulated was being sapped away again, and yet she refused to let go, instead rubbing her thumbs over the backs of Agott’s fingers. “Your hands are freezing,” she mumbled, pulling them close to her chest in the hopes it might warm her faster.
“W-Well, we were just outside with our hands in the snow for a prolonged period of time,” Agott spluttered, suddenly very interested in a spot on the rug beneath them. “And in case you didn’t know, Coco, snow happens to be rather cold.” Coco couldn’t help but chuckle at that, and at the sound, Agott’s lips twitched despite herself into a small smile.
“Do you still have your snugstone?” Coco asked, and Agott straightened up slightly, hesitantly slipping her hands from between Coco’s own. Setting the blanket out over their laps, she rummaged around in her pocket, and produced it from its heat-proof pouch, then offered it out to Coco, who only folded Agott’s own hands back around it. She cupped her own over them, feeling the tiny wisps of heat escaping through Agott’s fingers.
“There, that’ll help,” she hummed, watching Agott’s violet eyes flickering in the firelight as she stared hard at their hands. Coco continued in a hushed tone to fill the silence. “You know, I ended up loosing mine in Romonon. I gave it to… someone who needed it more. I thought I was helping at the time, but I…” she trailed off, bristling at the memory of the melting Romonons thanking her and Tetia as they faded away. ‘Maybe I can help you this way at least.’
Agott moved suddenly, jerking one of her hands away so quickly it startled Coco right back into the present. Her hand hovered in midair for only a second before Agott’s own curled around it and brought her palm to the smooth surface of the snugstone instead.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

This is so cute, thank you for making this! I made a little Agott brushbuddy hahaha! Really looking forward to this zine too, congrats to you all on it so far!

A little black brushbuddy with white paws and a white striped tail. It is wearing the apprentice cap and has its inky tail wrapped around a quill. It glares at the viewer as it climbs up onto a book, having left inky footprints over a spell seal.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

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?

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

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

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

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 16/04/2026

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"

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 03/04/2026

...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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 01/04/2026

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!

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 21/02/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

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.”

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 17/02/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 14/02/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 12/02/2026

-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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

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!

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 21/01/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 15/01/2026

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!

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 13/01/2026

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....

A screenshot from discord which reads as follows:
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."

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 17/12/2025

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.”

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 10/12/2025

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.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 03/12/2025

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

“You’ve never seen a gemstone before have you?”
“Besides the ones in my mom’s necklace? No. And I’m pretty sure they’re fake, anyway. I don’t think the humans here would let any of us have nice things like that.” Her brow furrowed in thought as her fingers closed slowly around the citrine. “N, why…?”
He explained what he knew to her and Uzi nodded slowly, twirling the crystal back and forth between her finger and thumb.
“I think… I vaguely remember hearing something about this in class now you mention it. Guess it never really stuck since I never thought I’d-” she stopped suddenly, and N felt himself freeze too in anticipation over what she had realised. Uzi’s eyes flickered between his face and the gem, and a delighted smile caught on her lips as she held it up in front of him. She quirked her head with a intrigued, raised brow, though there was a softness to her eyes too.
“Huh,” she said amused. “It matches.”
“What?”
“Your eyes,” she chuckled, though her tone indicated that the statement was entirely obvious. “They’re the same colour.”
Somehow the notion hadn’t occurred to N. To him, the colour of the crystal blended in with… well, everything else. He only knew it for what it was because of his HUD blinking and outlining it excitedly as an object of interest, identifying it for him with labels in an instant. But then, if what Uzi said was true, that explained why it wasn’t as blaringly colourful as most other gems were to him. Still, the way Uzi compared him to something she found so beautiful undeniably made his heart feel giddy.
“Is that so?” He purred tenderly, his tail winding its way around her, hovering lightly inches from her body. His fingers clicked and clacked as they timidly reached for Uzi’s free hand, his knuckles bumping against hers. She let her fingers part a little to make space for his own as he dipped between them and let their fingertips rest against each other. “I guess that means we gotta find one that matches yours then too, don’t we?”

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

T.KO with the lads resulted in some top tier content today 👏

A screenshot from the game T.KO depicting two t-shirts. A grey one depicts Serial Designation N from Murder Drones asleep in bed with the caption "BIG NATURALS." the blue t shirt depicts Uzi holding her rail gun with KILL written above her. The caption says 'Have you seen my babyboy N."

A black T shirt with Uzi pointing her fingers together. The caption reads "Eat me." a purple shirt with N making a silly pouty face with the caption "I'm stimming"

A black shirt of a large Uzi talking to a smaller N. The caption reads "Not now kitten, daddy's reading the new chapter of Brightest Candle" A kitsune next to it says "Hollywood here I come!"

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 25/11/2025

" lesbiany" being an official synonym for "girly" is absolutely taking me out oh my god.

A page from the onelook thesaurus website, depicting synonyms for the word "girly". There are many typical synonyms, though OP points out by highlighting in red the word "lesbiany" at the bottom of the middle column.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 19/11/2025

Aw what the heck, you guys can have two pages for #WIPWednesday, as a treat.... I've been trying to get these two up to dance but they keep wanting to have soft emotions instead... 💜💛 #MurderDrones #Nuzi

After a long, comfortable silence in N’s arms, Uzi noticed him beginning to fidget, his eyes darting to the over hang of the Spire next to them as though in anticipation of something. Naturally, her own eyes trained on the space, trying to detect any movement, but there was nothing – nobody there.
“Uh… everything okay?” she asked lightly, feeling N startle slightly at the sound of her voice.
“Oh, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I was just… thinking.”
“Again? I thought we established that was dangerous?” Uzi teased, and N laughed, squeezing her around her midriff as he nuzzled into her hair.
“Hm, yeah, you’re probably right,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by her locks. “I should probably do more and think less, shouldn’t I?”
Uzi silently wondered to herself about his inclination to overthink everything. It was probably a trauma thing, she thought. He’d been forced to walk on eggshells for most of his known life; both at the manor and under J’s command. The simplest slip up could result in terrifying consequences… Robo-God, it was no wonder he was so deeply methodical about every little thing - he had to be, for the sake of his own survival.
…And habit was a hard thing to break.
“Hey, N? You know I’ll like… never hurt you or anything, right?” Uzi asked tentatively, nestling against his chest. “If you make any little mistakes or whatever. I promise I won’t yell at you, or throw things at you, or lock you outside. It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about doing anything wrong. You’re safe now.”
‘Oh Robo-Christ, I sound like an idiot,’ a part of her brain muttered. ‘He’s going to think I’m so weir-’
N’s chest trembled slightly and he shifted to tuck his knees up around her, bringing her as close to him as physically possible. One, great, large paw found her hand, fingers slipping under her palm to curl with tender care around her digits, while the other rested against the back of her head, smoothing there in slow, rhythmic circles.

‘Oh,’ Uzi thought blankly, as her visor glowed like the setting sun. ‘Never mind.’
“I-I… yeah,” he finally said with a slight wobble in his voice. “I know. Hearing it is nice though. What made you come out with that?”
Uzi was a little too distracted by the feeling of being completely enveloped in his embrace to come up with anything coherent. “I… you just… I don’t know, ugh,” she buried her face in in the fur of his collar. “I-I don’t want you to feel like you have to tread carefully around me or whatever. I want you to like…” she paused, trying to find the right words. Then she tilted her head to speak a little clearer.
“…I want you to feel safe around me.”
“Uzi…” N’s limbs relaxed slightly, and he shuffled to look her in the eye. The hand that had been playing lightly with her fingers now moved to cradle her cheek. “You have never once, in all the time I’ve known you, ever made me feel unsafe… okay?” He brushed a thumb tenderly against her casing, and Uzi could feel herself melting with each passing second. “If anything, I feel at my safest when I’m with you.”
With a little scoff, Uzi’s own hand rose to hold his own against her cheek. “G-Gross… you’re so sappy,” she mumbled, but she couldn’t help the smile that worked onto her lips as she closed her eyes and nuzzled against his touch.
She didn’t mind so much now, being intimate and vulnerable. At least not with N, and especially when it was clear that it brought him a great deal of comfort. It felt so nice to let her walls down, let herself trust him entirely.
Even without looking, she could sense a brief instance of hesitation, before N willed himself to talk again. “Uzi… you like music right?” He asked softly, then before she could answer he laughed sheepishly. “Sorry, stupid question, I know you like music! I meant, uh… would you like to listen to some?”
Uzi blinked her eyes open, a little surprised. “Oh! Uh… sure!”

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 15/11/2025

Yeah!! One of the new bits of merch on the store is a set of prints, and one of them is a "bring your pet to school day" with N and Uzi excitedly showing the Keybug haha!

A piece of art from the glitch store, depicting a scene where Uzi and N are presenting the Keybug to the class. They are standing in front of a powerpoint screen which says "Our awesome pet keybug! By Uzi and N" Lizzy and Thad sit at the front of class looking back at the viewer, while V makes an L with her fingers on her forehead towards the viewer. Sparky is grinning in the bottom right corner.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

I wrote up a lil' parsnip soup recipe for my friends a while back. :) Very nice comfort dish and also versatile! 🍲

Dee’s Honey Roast Parsnip Soup

3 Parsnips
1 Potato
3 Cloves of Garlic
1 litre of Vegetable Stock
3 tablespoons of Double Cream
Honey
Salt, Pepper, Mixed Herbs, Parsley, Paprika, Onion Granules (To taste)

Peel and slice the parsnips into evenly sized pieces, and fry in a large saucepan with a bit of oil. Stir occasionally. Once the parsnips begin to go a golden colour, add the garlic, and fry for a further 5 minutes.
Peel and chop your potatoes into similar sized pieces to the parsnips, and add to the mix. Stir in and let cook for another 2 minutes, before adding your boiled vegetable stock.
Let simmer uncovered for about 10 minutes. Test the vegetables with a knife. If they are soft enough for the knife to pierce through easily, they are cooked.
Let cool completely before transferring to a blender or food processor. (Blender makes a smoother soup.) Blitz until the soup is the preferred consistency.
Return to the saucepan on a low heat. Season with salt, pepper, paprika, mixed herbs, onion granules and parsley to taste. Add about 3 tablespoons of double cream, and honey until the soup is your preferred sweetness.
To serve, add a swirl of cream on your soup and a sprinkle of parsley.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 12/11/2025

Happy #WIPWednesday! It's #Vizzy 's week today! Sorry I'm putting them through the angst grinder today, but I promise it'll be worth it for the soft hurt comfort later..... 💛💗 #MurderDrones

Lizzy had been through her fair share of terrifying ordeals, but she’d always taken things in her stride.
When her best friend had developed an insatiable craving for oil, and an even bigger appetite for revenge, Lizzy had quite happily gone along with it. One might have even called her an accomplice in the murder of each potential prom queen, even if she hadn’t exactly done the deeds herself. She’d seen the leftover carnage, though… it was enough to turn any drone’s stomach. Still, she carried on, numbing herself to Doll’s dwelling which grew grizzlier each passing day.
Then, of course, there was the whole camping incident. Lizzy had watched her friends ripped apart and devoured by a monstrous Uzi, and been snatched ruthlessly into the air by a burning, violet symbol around her neck. She had almost become a victim in that oil-bath herself, at the whim and mercy of her possessed classmate, until she had been rescued by the unusual knight in shining camp gear that was V. Against all odds, Lizzy somehow lived through the sick, twisted, teen-slasher movie that had become of that night… but anxious fingers still frequented the alien-marking shaped scar that now circled her neck.
It served as a reminder. Things wouldn’t – couldn’t ever be the same again.
Even when the world ended, Lizzy faced it with total nonchalance. As Copper-9 burned and crumbled around her, little cracked her composure. She had never really feared death. Maybe she’d just become so desensitised to it - it had surrounded Lizzy for her whole life in some form or another, and besides, could you really die if you never felt alive to begin with?
The prospect had only recently begun to faze her as life shifted in unexpected ways. She was happier now… her core felt lighter, less numb and heavy with the weight of expectation placed upon her. She felt loved, truly loved instead of the superficial reverence she had grown used to from her peers. But that also meant she also had something to lose now.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

It's #WIPWednesday again! Lets go! #Nuzi this week, with a sneak peek of chapter 4! They fill my silly little heart with joy and softness. 💜💛 #MurderDrones

As the plate between them was practically scraped clean, Uzi leaned back with languid satisfaction, resting her weight on one arm behind her as she picked at the pieces of metal in her fangs. She could feel the rolling pressure of a purr rumbling softly in the back of her throat now as lethargy took hold, her body growing heavier by the second as her meal settled in her stomach.
A soft little chuckle sounded across from her as N tidied the plate away to the side and shuffled forward. “Aw Uzi, you’re not falling asleep already are you? It’s still so early!”
Uzi cracked an eye open at him, and with a drowsy smile, wordlessly let herself flop forwards, crawling over to relax her whole weight against his chest. N wrapped his arms around her, chest warbling with the fondest chuckle as he cradled her.
“Aww, hehe. Hey there buddy,” he said as he swayed her too and fro slowly.
With a small huff, Uzi clambered up him clumsily to rest her head against his shoulder, her fingers clinging to the fabric of his jacket. “Hi,” she mumbled, rubbing her cheek against his fluffy collar. “Thanks, for like… cooking and everything. It was really nice.”
“Hey… any time. I really enjoy doing these kinds of things anyway, so it’s nice I get to do it for you now.” She felt his tail curl around her, the canister of his stinger resting on her legs. He sighed softly down her back. “You know, it’s so funny. I kind of forgot that I knew how to cook before I met you.”
The foggy haze in Uzi’s CPU cleared slightly, as thoughts of N’s life before their chance encounter blew through her like the cold winds around them. She pulled back just enough to look at him, resting against the palms supporting her back. “How is your memory lately? Do you remember anything else from like… y’know. Earth?”
N hummed thoughtfully. “Bits and pieces keep coming back to me. A lot of it is still kind of fuzzy,” something in N’s demeanour changed, a flicker of something a little less certain.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

Happy #WIPWednesday! So turns out I haven't posted a #Vizzy WIP in uh... like 4 months. Sorry about that haha. So to make it up to you, its a double page sneak peek today! Hope you guys are ready for emotions with this fic. 💗💛 #MurderDrones

A piece of prose on a green background. It reads:
“Here,” Lizzy stood on her tiptoes to pass up the mug, and V took it before she disappeared again behind the metal ledge. Still, her tail dangled there, swaying gently back and forth, and in a moment of half-asleep, deep affection, Lizzy raised a hand and traced her fingers gently over the glass of the canister. She guided it closer, pressed her lips to it’s smooth surface delicately, and felt the gentle warmth radiating from the acid within.
She didn’t expect what happened next, of course. Her reactions were far too foggy. And so when two clawed hands suddenly closed around her arms, she squeaked in alarm as she was suddenly thrust upwards into the air, feet ripped from the ground beneath her. She found herself dazed and yet quickly enveloped in warm, familiar arms, and she relaxed into it instinctively.
V was still trembling. Lizzy could hear the cooling fans in V’s head whirling uselessly as they tried to fight back against the rapid overheating. She reached up and combed anxious fingers through the back of V’s hair, as though it might soothe her discomfort even a little, and V squeezed her tighter, like she was afraid Lizzy would suddenly slip through her claws and into the void if she didn’t hold onto her.
“Hey, c’mon, drink your oil, before your head combusts,” she said, though her voice came out too gentle to have any sort of authority behind it.
V mumbled weakly into Lizzy’s shoulder, a clear indicator that she didn’t want to move. Lizzy sighed reluctantly, squirming in V’s grip until she could reach over and curl a finger around the mug’s handle, dragging it closer.
It seemed like V had spilt some of its contents as she had lifted it up into the fort, a black puddle pooling around its base and trickling back down towards the ledge. Only about two-thirds of it remained inside the mug now, and so when she lifted it she did so as cautiously as she could to avoid wasting anymore of the precious liquid.
“V…”

She tapped its side carefully against V’s hip, as though the sensation might stir her from whatever dazed disassociation she had found herself in, and the tension in V’s arms finally eased enough that Lizzy could pull back and look at her. It was so scary to see someone usually so strong look so broken and frail. Her eyes darted around, trembling and manic still, like she was anticipating an ambush, and yet at the same time, tired lines under her half lidded eyes and the dim flicker of the bulbs on her headband betrayed her deep fatigue.
Lizzy offered the mug again a little more urgently, and V’s claws clinked against its surface lethargically, as though her brain was struggling to comprehend and process what she was seeing at first. Then, finally, she retracted them and her hands reappeared, and she hovered them close to Lizzy’s own.
When Lizzy pressed the mug into her hands, V almost dropped it with shaking fingers, and Lizzy had to place her hands hastily over V’s to steady them as she lifted it to her lips to sip at the oil inside.
She could feel the tremble ease after a few seconds, and when she paused and lowered the mug again, she seemed a little more lucid, the burning heat radiating from her body slowly dissipating. Lizzy reached out and brushed a small trickle of oil from the corner of V’s mouth with her thumb, and V hummed softly in fond appreciation.
“Better?”
“Yeah,” V’s voice sounded weak and hoarse, like her voice box had been crammed full of sandpaper. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
V was quiet, staring down at the mug in her hands as she tapped her finger tips against its ceramic. “I-I didn’t… this isn’t…” She shook her head with a tired sigh, dragging a hand down her visor. “God… I hoped you’d never have to see me like this.”

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

Happy Wednesday friends! No WIP today because... its a chapter release day! 🥳 Here we go! It's finally time for the #Nuzi date! But will everything go as smoothly as they hope? Lets find out! #MurderDrones #deefics #UziDoorman #SerialDesignationN archiveofourown.org/works/616193...

An image in the style of an old leatherbound book. In gold writing the title reads "The Unwritten Rules of Dating." in the middle of the image is a circle with a textured, paper page, showing a preview of the fic's text. Drawn over it is a burnt out candle. Below, in gold writing again, it reads "Chapter 3, Twin Flames. A Nuzi fic by Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon."

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 19/10/2025

I was going to call it "Candle in the Wind" which is a reference to a song about people who died young, and that along with the chapter art I've drawn..... ghdfkjg we were both staring at it like

A sketchy two panel comic of a man in glasses with a tired smile. In the second panel he says "yeah."

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

YEAH YEAH I'm like!!!! They're buddies! They're silly and laughing together! V even leans on her, and they're both so chill about it! Finally the people who yell about V and Uzi apparently hating each other can chill out.

A screenshot from the Murder Drones music video. it shows N, Uzi, and V (in that order) in their school's hallway. N is holding a remote smiling, about to press it while Uzi and V excitedly watch in anticipation. V has her arm resting against Uzi's head casually.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Also I find it cathartic getting to see N be actually mad. Letting himself be angry at Cyn for the pain she's caused. He deserves that, instead of repressing it all. #MurderDrones #SerialDesignationN

A screenshot from the Murder Drones music video. Serial Designation N is angrily shaking Uzi's tail, currently possessed by Cyn.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Lizzy still mindlessly using her phone as a zombie is so funny to me. Some things will never change hahaha. #MurderDrones

A screenshot from the new Murder Drones music video. Thad and Lizzy are zombified with pixel zombies on their visors. Lizzy is holding her phone out and tapping the screen mindlessly. There is a green glowing ring of energy eminating from behind them both in the distance.

Same shot as prior, the energy has just spread further. Sparky, V's dinosaur, is now clearer to see in the background.

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Dee the Tea Drinking Dragon ☕🐲 @deeowlbrainrot.bsky.social · 15/10/2025

It's #WIPWednesday once more! We're jumping right back in with #Nuzi date time 💜💛 They're so goofy silly to me. #MurderDrones

It might have been a bit of a grizzly sight for other drones, but Uzi was used to it. Using her new utensil, she tapped it playfully against the glass of N’s visor, and the fangs vanished behind a softer, almost shy smile.
Wasting no more time, Uzi jammed the fork into the mix of wires, twirled it so that it wrapped around the prongs, and almost unhinged her jaw in her enthusiasm to try the meal before her. No sooner had her lips closed around the metal than did she feel giddy sparks flying in her CPU, fans whirring dizzily as her processors overloaded with delectation so intense she thought she might swoon. It was heavenly, the perfect balance of flavours; the savouriness of metal met the sweetness of the oil in an intimate embrace, complimented by just the right amount of tang from the battery acid lingering on the cell’s shavings.
Tears now prickled at the corners of her eyes as a strange mix of emotions overcame Uzi – joy at the sensation, and yet also sorrow at having missed out on this for all her life, and she hastily shovelled another mouthful into her waiting maw, relishing each and every bite and the way its taste danced on her tongue.
‘Oh sweet Mother of Code, I need to marry this drone.’
“N,” her voice came out somewhere between a desperate gasp and a rumbly growl. She could feel the oil trickling down the corners of her lips. “You have to teach me how to make this.”
N only laughed sweetly, his tail swaying gleefully back and forth behind him. He’d barely touched their food yet, he seemed rather transfixed on watching her eat instead. “Oh, I just kinda threw it together, y’know?” He chimed, his voice teetering on the edge of a laugh, as he reached across with a napkin to tenderly wipe her cheek. “Although seeing how much you like it… maybe I should have made more!”

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