#vy requests

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Aw thank you, anon! Here's an Annabelle!

don't care if it's fanart or fic i just love them :))

- you'll never guess. compleeeetely anonymous

Requests are still open! Probably will stay open until the new year. Here's Trollson in the fit I sent you-i mean Em.

This took way too long for no reason. Have a draft design tomcee!

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Here's a drabble of them! I made Anna a freak :D

C/TW: Blood, Corpse, Eating of Blood(?), Necrophilla (in a kissing way)

Word Count: 322

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Anna hears Esmeralda's scream on her lips as she strikes a dagger through the vampire's heart.

It pierces through her ears, the sound filling up the room.

Despite all of the sirens, the screams going off in her head, she keeps kissing Esmeralda, grazing her fangs. Slowly, the vampire becomes lifeless. Her lips have gone cold and blue. Her body has gone still. Her eyes close—at least with that one Anna can pretend that she's enjoying it too.

Art or writing is good too :D

I chose desert duo for your request because then I could bust out some of my old fics in my notes. This one actually turned 2 years old this Christmas eve. I remember being quite proud of it, so here it is (edited obvi) It probably still is bad.

Have some Post-Secret Life desert duo, anon!

Word Count: 613

C/TW: Mentions of Death, Graves

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Shes dead Scar. You won.

Those words ring in Scar's ears over and over again. Initially, he was confused, but by the fifth time he heard it, he finally understood, after searching for Pearl. She was his first friend in a long time. It was a shame he had to kill her off.

Scar is somehow still alive. And alone.

He doesn't know how much time has passed. It could be minutes. It could be hours. It could days. He had watched all the other winners including Grian be struck down when they won. Why couldn't he just have died like the rest of them?

Instead, he is stuck trying to complete a task, 'Win Secret Life'—didn't he already win? What's the Secret Keeper's purpose in doing this? Nothing happens each time, but there's nothing else Scar could do. So, he keeps on smashing the submit button, hoping something would change.

It strikes him like lightning in a thunderstorm.

He's in a loop.

There's no reason to keep on doing something so fruitless. He decides to dig graves for the other players' as a way to honour them. Collecting all of the bodies was going to be hard; it will at least keep Scar busy for awhile. Some bodies were untenable such as Lizzie's body residing in the void. Some died so long ago that their bodies rotted away already.

While on his journey, he spots floating flowers—purple lilacs and poppies— in front of him, held in a manner that reminds Scar of that one fateful evening in the desert. He pushes that thought away. It must be Grian's ghost. Grian always hung around the premises of the games, even after they ended.

- a totally not beetroot related stranger

Andre Beetroot for you!

- you know who

Hello anon (not rowe), here's Peter Steven and David sharing some milk. First time drawing David and it went okay.

—i wonder who i could possibly be. anyways.

Anon (not oliver), I'm very glad you like my Cindy design!! Here is she wishing you a good day <3