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"It always seemed to be that whenever it rained in Willowbrook, it poured."
It's finally here, Day 3 of Vizzy Week! Hope you guys like a good Vampire/Human AU....
archiveofourown.org/works/81103131
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Something slightly different for this #wipwednesday, I still think about this piece Dziad drew on the daily,,,
This idea has been rattling in my head since then, and I finally started to work on it 🩷💛
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Vizzy fans pspspsps look what I found in my files from a year ago
#murderdrones #vizzy #vxlizzy #serialdesignationV #lizzymd #fanart #art
V only brings her most prized possessions into her fort, Lizzy being the most precious of all 🩷💛
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“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.
It's #WIPWednesday once again! I am shaking them about like marbles in a tin can. 💛💗
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V collapsed with a High Temp warning sign on her screen. Lizzy is standing over her, saying "Can you lock in?"
#vizzy for #minifemslashfeb2026 day 23: why are you burning up? #serialdesignationV #lizzymurderdrones #murderdrones
To those who got the digital graphic novel HOW WE FEELING ABOUT VOLUME 1??? :D
“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.”
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
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.
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
"V was never quite sure how Lizzy managed to talk her into these situations."
Give it up for Day Two of Vizzy Week! Which.. y'know... happened back in November.
...Oops. Anyway-
archiveofourown.org/works/78917241
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♡ Makeover ♡ #Murderdrones #serialdesignationV #Lizzy #vizzy #yuri #wlw #illustration
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Comm pr1ces/info on pinned post.
Some stuff I made for Vizzy week, which funnily took place the same week as Khori week so I was working double time heh
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Go my yuri
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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.
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
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.”
You guys can have a double page update for #WIPWednesday today... as a treat...
#MurderDrones #Vizzy
Vizzy smooch for #wipwednesday 🩷💛
Starting the year strong with more lesbians!
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VIZZY WEEK 5: SLUMBER PARTY
Soft continuation of the last piece 🩷💛
This is also the last vizzy of 2025, you guys will have to starve for the rest of the year 💔
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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.
Kintsugi Cores 💗💛
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