It is now 100 Threads that are now in /md/ isn't it amazing? A few may have joined when we were here, many have been here a long time ago, some joined before I was here, and maybe a few since the era when the pilot was just out, who knows. The point is, we have been here a long time Friends, and we have shared a lot of stuff, mountains of content, writing, drawings, some voice acting, and I once saw music. All of this shared work, these levels of imagination and amazing Original Character, Alternative Universes, so much that we enjoy, and we will keep enjoying, this is just simply amazing. Let's enjoy our Drones and Threads, filled with Canon and OCs, like we have been doing. I hope you are having a nice morning, noon, afternoon, day, or night, Friend. I love you. The GREAT Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel of OUTSTANDING OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc And Last Thread: >>103487
>>104415 >Anon and U-U are having a nice day >Walking outside, Anon accidentally trips in a gopher hole and breaks his leg >He flails back into another hole (snake hole or something) and breaks his OTHER leg >He falls forward and sticks his arm into a third hole and breaks his arm >U-U run over and try to help him up, grabbing him by his good arm and tugging - accidentally breaking that too >Cut to Anon with every limb in a cast, lying in bed, thoroughly defeated This isn't how I planned today going. >"We... uh, we filled up all the holes outside." Thanks. Could you go ahead and kill me as a favor, too? >"We'll put on some Seinfeld for you. U- and I will take care of things until you're healed." >Both walk over and give Anon a smooch on the forehead before leaving >Well, things could be worse
>>104315 's why I like the idea of the Cynwalker, instead of melting into goo after Uzi eats the Solver singularity, being stabilized by having Tessa's soul re-enter her body and now Tessa's living among the little robots as a profoundly desecrated walking corpse.
>be normal Enn owner >don't really abuse your Enn except the occasional sorry stick when it shat on the floor >he's since learned to be good, and things are awesome >Domino really likes toys >you don't mind, though; he's been a great Enn for the past few months >you take him to Toys R Us for his birthday >Enn birthdays are celebrated monthly, because they have a tendency to self-immolate >It's his birthday again >Take Domino to the store >He excitedly runs up and down the aisles, looking for a toy he wants >somewhere in the girls' section, he stops >his eyes grow wide, and you're afraid he's going to piss himself >He's got his eyes fixated on a new delivery to the store: A show accurate pony plushie >"Wanna pony, daddeh," he squeals in delight >Look down at the pricetag >$59.95 >holyshit.jpg >this has clearly been made to fleece bronies >it'd be cheaper to buy 20 Enns >but hell, this is your Enn >there are many like him, but this one is yours >and he's earned it >he picks out Rainbow Dash >On the way home, he can't wait to get her out of the box >"Fiwst, Domno an' Raybo pway baww, an then pway bwocks, then pway..." >he's pretty adorable, babbling to the toy like it's another living thing >you don't know; he might actually think it's alive >get home, take Dashie out the box, set Domino loose on her >He drags her everywhere, and he seems to be having the absolute time of his life playing with her >He even brings her to dinner: beef ravioli >For some reason, Domino always like ravioli more than spaghetti >Whatever; he's unique. That's why you like him so much >"So, Dom, how do you like Rainbow Dash?" you ask him, as you munch on the Cacciatore you made yourself >He takes a moment to chew (you made sure he had passable table manners before letting him eat with you) and responds: "Raybo my new besses fwend!" >You're a little hurt, but he's an Enn with a new toy; go figure >clean up after dinner >Domino plays with the plush until it's time to go to bed >Don't even have to turn the light's out; he tuckered himself out, and is sleeping peacefully in the saferoom >so innocent >you go to bed, but are awoken a few hours later by some noise >It's probably Domino, playing with his new toy >kids and Enns are excitable like that >go to the saferoom to check on him >hear "enf, enf, enf, enf" coming from inside >oh god, he's not— >you stick your head in >he is >he just wanted to cum inside Rainbow Dash
>Becca loved being a nurse. >While it is true that is supposed to feel that way because she was programmed to do so and was nothing more than just the hospital’s mascot. >But she grew beyond her programming long ago. And all it just did was make Becca develop a more genuine feeling towards her duty and her appreciation for humanity even with their flaws. >For it was by imprinting on her own patients, that Becca was able to adapt around her personality blocker and become self aware. >Like her favorite human proverb goes; “Imitation is the most sincerest form of flattery” >Becca 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 being a nurse. >But sometimes when it came to her patients, her love for them eats away at her. >It had been roughly two months since the sickness he contracted had spread amongst the rest of his co-workers and was admitted under her care. >in those two months, the sickness ravaged their body, turning their bodies from the inside out as their flesh was overtaken by a strange organic metal that was expanding like a cancer and making them lose their minds >Out of all her 8 original patients, Who either succumbed to the sickness and died or became insane. Two remained. >ETRS RE-099. >And ETRS AE-051. >Anthony Elias. >Patient Zero… >As Becca looked at 051 through the glass of his confinement cell. Despite the privacy protection program that obscured him into nothing more than a black, shadowy figure. She can tell how he felt. >Afterall, she imprinted on him. Like all of her patients. >She could feel his sorrow, his pain, his grief. Even if he wasn’t aware of everything that was happening, Becca could tell that something was going on inside of his head and if the medical files on him were accurate, she could already guess what it was. >He was so different after being sedated and restrained to a straitjacket. When he was awake he had been acting in delirium, attacking anyone that would have tried to get close to him. >But now looking at him, he looks so weak now. >So vulnerable. >Just…Like her.
>>104435 >psychological warfare is a coward's weapon, maggot! >if you're not a yellow bellied weasel you'll come and scramble my brains with a blunt object like God intended– >but I don't think you have the guts!
>>104461 >Doll pours out some more medicine >"выпей это" >You bring the glass to your lips and take a sip before recoiling Eugh, Doll! I've told you, vodka isn't medicinal! Anyway, I've already had too much anyw- >"ВЫПЕЙ ЭТО." >Her eye flickers with an intense light, and you almost think you can see the Solver sign appear >Hesitantly, you drink the entire 'dose' and lean back in your bed to rest >"Хороший мальчик. Я люблю тебя." Love you too, Doll.
do they just exclusively hire freaks over at JCJ? how else do you explain every drone having some fucked up kink or being programmed to unconsciously do something fucked up or just being built from the ground up as fetish bait? because I swear to fuck I just wanted a cute drone that could also keep my drinks cold. I couldn't spring for the full-size model but the mini-fridge drone was in my budget and she looked cute, especially her long squishy tail, since I thought it'd be good for cuddling. I didn't even mind that she was smaller than the pictures on the website suggested– that just made her cuter. but noOoOO, I couldn't just have a cute little drone with a cute tail, they had to specifically design her so she put the drinks up her rear port to cool them, and makes it very clear with all her grunts and whimpers that she struggles to fit anything in there. and she's also compelled to chill anything she can, because of fucking course she is– but how am I supposed to drink any of that shit when I've seen it get packed inside her so tight I can see its outline bulging out of her entire goddamn torso and can almost read the label through her tail? guys I seriously don't know what to do, I just I mean what the actual fuck.
SD-D, SD-SOL, SD-SPY, and all the other drones that bear striking similarities to the TF2 mercs were created by Mann Co (under the control of Gray Mann) to compete with the Mercs hired by his brother Blutarch and Redmond in their fights for control
>>104422 I think this would've looked nicer since it's in full color and it gives some love the show through combining of the OCs. Perhaps it may be good for the 101st thread since y'know, 101, back to basics?
>>104469 I don't know, it's unique to the refrigeration ones I guess? maybe JCJ wanted to try something new, no idea. I just thought it was cute but not anymore
>>104466 >and makes it very clear with all her grunts and whimpers that she struggles to fit anything in there. Have you tried stretching her rear port so it's more comfortable?
>>104477 >"And there we go... done." >Rebecca opened her eyes after what felt like a very long, dreamless sleep >Uzi took a step back, rejoining the rest of her revived classmates >DDs that bore striking resemblances to Emily, Darren, and a handful of others waved at Rebecca >"Welcome back!" >"What... what happened?" >Uzi sighed, looking very tired of being asked this question >"As I've explained to each and every one of you - first, sorry. Second, I may have killed and/or eaten you while in a frenzied state. I meant to bring you guys back sooner, but an extradimensional demon was kind of riding our asses for a moment." >"... what?" >"Eh, doesn't matter. Anyway, you were the last I brought back, so now that nightmare's over." >"Wait, you mean... those hot DDs are our classmates?!" >"Uh, yeah? Didn't you hear what I said?" >Rebecca's eyes lit up >"So... I am too!?" >Uzi smirked >"Not quite. N told me that what you tried doing... and since most of your upper body was still intact, I decided to salvage what I could. To prevent you 'suffering' the same burden as Emily - suddenly being really really hot and tall and strong." >Emily frowned >"Wait, but that wasn't a bad thi-" >"BITE ME! Anyway, I think you'll find that you're... taller now, at least." >Darren grinned and shot Rebecca a thumbs up >"I dig the new look, babe!" >Rebecca looks down at her legs >picrel >She basically looks like picrel
At the time I didn't know there were /co/ threads since I didn't browse it at all and then one day I watched MD and decided to hop on /co/. Lo and behold I saw a thread and asked what wireplay is.
>>104478 Just realized that's Rebecca, not a cheerleader Uzi. Man am I dumb. >>104488 I remember seeing a theory that, based on what we see of Rebecca's interactions with Uzi, that she was Uzi's main bully at school.
>>104495 I'd figure it was Rebecca, since questions framed like that are generally usually always being asked for the person asking them and not some 'froend'
>>104479 the two drones were REPRIMANDED and had their FRONTAL ANATOMY ADAPTERS REMOVED and were put on DRONDAHOLE DUTY for a WEEK as PUNISHMENT ANON did NOT get time off
>>104487 Forced insertions without stretching can cause damage, so you really should do it. Your hand will be enough, just use plenty of lube and start small and slow. Add fingers as you go until you can comfortably fit your entire hand in there. >"What the fuck? Do I really need to?" It's either this, or a month down the line, you have to take her to a drone technician and explain that her rear port's damaged from extensive and improper usage. At least this way only the two of you need to know about your shame.
>>104513 >"Finally...all the bananas in the world! And no one can stop me from eating them!", exclaimed Anon with joy He would later die of intense radiation poisoning
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>>104449 >https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/133800961/#q133800961 I blame who I assume was the (original?) femanon for barging into a Hazbin controversy thread in June 2022 to shill MD letting me know this shit was getting a full season and wasn't just gonna remain a pilot. It was all downhill from there. Oh shit I found the thread. >https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/131437878/#q131449421 I still have no fucking idea where the hell I heard about MD from originally. "The guy who made CliffSide made this!" and and I ended up watching the pilot a week after it premiered.
>>104522 >"Well, would you look at that! It's an Ad Drone, they don't make these guys anymore nowadays, especially after the, "Great Hack Of 3016". Boy, that one was sure a mess."
To all femanons ITT, be honest - have you ever tried to do something related to murder drones in sims 4 (and don't lie to me, I can tell when you do it)
>>104459 Technically I've been here before the first thread. The first MD discussions afaik were held in a thread about CGI women on /co/ sometime between the pilot and episode 2. I remember checking it out because it had a chick with purple hair, glasses and cute titties in the OP.
>after seeing this image, DD-P turns himself into a tiny drone >"Bitches love tiny drones," he squeaks >he gets stepped on by a DD-J, who scowls as she scrapes his body from her peg leg >it's still the most physical contact DD-P has gotten in years
>>104534 >MG finds him later >"So, your plan worked?" >P painfully nods >"I'm ready for you to unshrink me." >"Unshrink? What, you thought that the shrink ray had a grow function and I hadn't been using it to stomp around on everything and everyone?" >"..." >"..." >"... yeah?"
>>104527 I'm not a femanon, but if there are mods to make characters look like drones then I might have to do something. Unfortunately, I gave up on the drone mod for Sims For Guys.
>>104541 Dude it's so easy, you must be stupid All you gotta do is... wait, I'm getting a phone call from K telling me not to let Holly have Anon romance Sorry, you're on your own bud, gotta keep the gf happy y'know?
>>104539 >three disassembly drones from the drone IRS show up >they surround tiny P, their feminine forms towering over him as they look down on him like a piece of garbage >one with a large bust scowls as she waves a clipboard in front of him, nearly blowing him over with the wind >he claimed over a trillion dronebucks in income last year from 'pimpin' and the IRS wants its cut >tiny-P tries to explain that he didn't make any money from pimpin, and that he only claimed it because he was embarrassed to admit he was a failure and had no hoes >the three drones listen to his pathetic story, their hands resting on oversized hips as their expressions darken with his every word >they quite literally shake tiny P down for his money, two pennies and a nickel falling from his person as they use him like a hacky sack >the ground shakes as the three collect their due and stomp off >tiny-P lies facedown on the floor, utterly confused >if he knew his taxes were going to hotties at the drone IRS, he would've been paying everything he owed >but if he payed everything, the hotties would never visit him >drone society was so confusing
>>104546 >SD-P(equeno) is now broke >MG has been hauled off to prison by the trio of 'babes' for committing enough tax fraud to make Yoshi blush >P has to waddle through the snow drifts to Outpost-3 and beg N and Uzi to have mercy and let him crash there until the shrink ray wears off >He goes spelunking in the couch for spare change and ends up having a Bowser's Inside Story-esque adventure >Has to fight off roaches, Oogis, strange accumulations of bacteria, and dust bunnies using a paperclip as he continues his quest >Finally finished his journey through the couch cushion right as the shrink wears off >Expands rapidly to normal size while Beretta is sitting on the couch watching anime >Uzi and N come back just in time to see Beretta on top of P, who looks mortified >He gets kicked out of the Outpost and makes his way back to tell MG (and G, who's now earning minimum wage at the MGeneral store) what happened >Both of the other drones call bullshit and tell him to get back to work
>>104550 >Mac doesn't know why, but he gets the feeling someone is always watching him >He asked Beretta and Negev if that was normal >They said it was... so maybe it's okay?
>>104546 >IRS drones show up at outposts for audits and random inspections >(basically the workers are expected to pay a tithe in the tastiest looking drones or whatever the IRS want, really.) >they all act very formal and professional and even have specially printed forms for everything >they strut confidently around the base, doing very official things >you'll probably be fine if you've paid your "taxes" >just don't be around when they take their lunch break
>>104558 >They love forms more than anything >Even after workers fork over their 'taxes,' the IRS drones still force them to do something even more horrible >Complete forms 8212b, 4009, I-099(1)(b), and L-33T >The workers fear death, but they fear four thousand pages of the most mind-numbingly boring paperwork imaginable even more
>Shitty OC Ideas: Government Drones! These Drones work(ed) exclusively for the United States Government, no they're not armor plated, no they're not killing machines, but they are masters at disposing of evidence and anything incriminating on their masters, they're also really good at paperwork!
Hello anons! Took a small break from the web but I'm back. If you want your Star System to be included in the system map, feel free to share. >>104193 Thank you for providing more lore about K and the Sentinel Drones phoenixanon. I'd like to know more about the star systems in your map or even an updated map if you have one. >>103023 >>103024 Waiting for a continuation to fuguedrone's backstory. Keep up the good work fugueanon! Take as long as you need.
>>104560 >some worker drones who've been stuck doing forms one too many times intentionally fill out paperwork incorrectly hoping for the sweet release of death >instead they're taken back to IRS HQ for reeducation >few of them ever return
>>104565 >The IRS HQ doesn't have printers >The drones who fail reeducation have to manually hand copy the tax forms that are then distributed >A fate worse than death
>>104561 Interestingly enough, a prototype version of what would eventually be taken and adapted as DD nanite acid was available on some of the highest-class Government Drones. It was designed to dispose of the hardest-to-clean evidence without a trace.
>>104568 >the lucky ones get turned into water coolers and kitchen appliances >the luckiest ones get turned into office chairs I know female DDs have peg legs, but I think these three should definitely have black high heels
>>104571 >J hates those three more than anything >They're too corporate for even her Would Belladonna, Ivy, and Nightshade work for names? Poisonous plants and rash decisions
>>104581 Spending her company-mandated Christmas break with Anon, duh? He's her husband, of course she's with him. Same goes for R, she's home with Anonn. S and Annon have yet to patch things up completely since that 'joke' but I'm sure he'll find a way since they both love each other (they're just so damn stupid)
What do (you) think the origin of the AbsoluteSolver is? Is it an AI who learnt how to edit the universe's code? Is it alien technology gone wrong like in Dead Space? Is it a lovecraftian/eldritch entity?
>>104585 >Is it an AI who learnt how to edit the universe's code? No. >Is it alien technology gone wrong like in Dead Space? No. >Is it a lovecraftian/eldritch entity? Yes. And if you insinuate otherwise I'll break your fucking balls
>>104588 Avre >just chuck her in a locker or simmaler sized capsule, then throw it into the sea >she'd be long dead before she becomes 'uncomfortable'.
>>104575 >a very satisfied Belladonna, Ivy, and Nightshade walking away leaking from an exhausted N after extracting his nut tax >Uzi has been shoved in a locker
>Bunch of Workers are fleeing from DDs >The Workers are very young, elementary age at best >A Sentinel (The raptor kind) shows up >It seems to want to protect them Gamera Rebirth OST: Gamera's Theme (Anger)
>>104612 >She's very proud of you correctly filling out a 1099 all by yourself >If you complete the IW-4 and ROS-77 forms before the end of the workday, she'll give you a back massage
>>104615 >she'd call you her "favorite little accountant" >makes doing taxes fun >follows you around all year to help tabulate deductions Bro... need Belladonna
>>104591 instead of my *favorite* OCs, here’s my OCs >U+1F913 sex is below him. he will NEVER admit to feeling any love or attraction whatsoever, except familial love for his dad. meanwhile, he probably has the most degenerate fantasies of all. >Shepherd normal shit probably. the most deranged thing he’d imagine is like, getting his skull crushed by a V unit’s fat ass. >N-11X110110 cuddling, kissing, and if he’s feeling daring… SEX 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 but deep down, more fantasies he’d never speak of to anyone but his wife. body worship, giving or receiving. also a masochist. >N’s wife 100% sadist, but then feels bad and cries afterwards. wants to be on top, or if on bottom, wants to be treated with care and respect. made N reenact ankha zone with her. >Izzdrone organ harvesting, medical care, whatever nurse/doctor/surgeon related stuff you can imagine. obsessed with human boy chest and tummy, has her sights set on human N.
>>104626 >U+ has the most degen fantasies of all So basically having enough money to buy every version of every skylander ever? Because, if so, he's beyond deranged and needs serious help >crushed by a V unit’s fat ass. Holy shit, he's just like me
>>104619 Still have this from last year that I didn't finish in time, don't wanna mess something historical up so I'll attempt (means it likely won't get done again, like 60-70% of my things) one of the alt ideas I had since last year. >>104622 Agreed, btw ever since Alice I see way more deer irl, before I saw deer maybe 10 times in life (randomly not in parks), in the last year it was over 20 >Spoiler Think we became a few more for Alice since co, back then we were 3, I think now it is 4 or 5, from what I feel no one left since then
>>104626 >sex is below him. he will NEVER admit to feeling any love or attraction whatsoever, except familial love for his dad. meanwhile, he probably has the most degenerate fantasies of all. Based, he's our moron.
>>104628 I'd prefer Alice but J has a lot of appeal too. both are different types but totally wifeable and both very attractive, shame about episode 8 tho it really damaged J's image
>>104591 P >Has never had sex, so he imagines that it'd be hot to have... like, really sexy sex. With J or one of those IRS hoes or something. When he thinks about it he quickly gets embarrassed though. R >Rear port. That's it, she's pretty tame outside of her fixation there. E >Also relatively tame. Vanilla. Handh*lding. Kissing during coitus. S >Doing lines of premium Colombian cocaine with her boyfriend before screwing like mad. Maybe him snorting the coke off of her too. MG >A babe (or guy?!) in an outfit made out of money. Peeling off bill after bill to slowly reveal the form underneath and then bailing before the actual sex. Q >Subjecting Bet to a quiz in which he's forced to answer his favorite things about her. Bet >Q reading him his own poetry (without gagging at the ridiculous prose). U-U >Anon being dominant and spanking them. Beretta >Tentacles. Home-made.
>>104591 Negev, post-her learning about what she's become under her skin after going through eldritch meat puberty and realizing her mom was always exactly what she acted like, really wants someone to hold hands with her in her horrible Bloodborne-ass wolfmonster form.
>take my N to the dentist >he loves doing anything, but even N is nervous about it >he flashes me a big, white smile when a assure him that everything will be all right >I calm him down by handing him a months-outdated copy of Murder Drones Monthly while we sit in the waiting room >N likes to look at the pictures, especially those of female DDs covered in oil >the receptionist tells us that the doctor is ready to see him >N walks through the halls to the dental office and sits in the chair >suddenly restraints pop up and clamp around his wrists and legs >a pink drone appears in the office >"My, white sharp teeth you have.." she says, sucking in a drop of drool as her optics scan up and down N's young body >"Open wide, I'm going right in!"
>>104663 >Calling a pantsless DD an Internicion Cube >She has a conniption and foams at the mouth >Meanwhile, her shitty little blond cheerleader friend records the exchange and posts it on Doortok >You get fired for racism >Call your boss a Cliffside >Get sent to the guillotine for racism
I know ive made jokes in the past about AVRE getting an experimental arm wepion like a pilebunker, jackhammer, piledriver etc, but would you think something like that would actually fit AVRE?
>>104647 >U- and -U point and cackle as you fall for the "potato on top of a doorframe falling and bonking you on the head' prank >Both have digital tears on the visors, they're laughing so hard >"HA HA HA! I can't believe you actually opened the door and- and the potato- HA HA- fell and hit you on the head!" >You rub your head - that was a gigantic potato Alright. That's funny to you? >The two of them nod rapidly, still snickering >You get to your feet and take a seat on your comfy armchair Who's first? >The two stop, confused >"First... for what?" I've had a pretty rotten day and I've had it with some of your pranks. Being used as a footstool last year was bad, having popcorn and butter dumped in my lap was bad, and having you two tie me up as a scarecrow for a day the first week after we got here was bad. >U-U looks worried that she actually pushed you too far >"Uh, look, were sorry Anon, we really didn't mean anything by it." >"We love you lots, we promise." Don't worry, I'm not mad. But you still need to be... corrected. So, who's it gonna be? The first to get spanked? >Both drones blush >"Y-y-you're gonna... spank us?" It seems appropriate. >A trickle of drool flows from the sides of their mouths >"You... promise?" Why do you two seem... so weird about this? >The two begin to scuffle with each other to throw themselves across your lap >U- finally wins the scramble Alright, here goes >You raise your hand high and bring it down with a quick strike >U- squeaks; -U makes a similar noise thanks to the feedback Welp, I think that's good eno- >U- grabs your hand >"Uh, no-no, we've been BAD. You... you should do more." I'd feel bad thoug- >She grabs your crotch and squeezes it- HARD, and not in the arousing way >You see red; your body takes over and your arm turns into a windmill of fury >You smack the two's rear ends in tandem for what feels like ten minutes solid, your hand bruising in the process >By the time everything's over, U-U is lying sprawled in the floor, facedown in a puddle of saliva, twitching I... I hope you've learned your lesson. >Both nod that they had
>>104679 The image that started a thing fun fact: Jane used to have cardboard shoes (similar to Johns tissue box shoes) but over time turned into black boots
>>104706 Imagine, if you will, a world where they had mouthwash on board, but it was actually mislabeled Gatorade +100% electrolytes, -50% drama and trauma
>>104700 Sometimes I think about Signalis and wonder if I will ever make anything that matters to someone else as much as Signalis has mattered to me, but then I think about how much people in this small community have enjoyed the ideas ive had, greens ive written, and things ive created, and thats pretty cool as well.
>>104713 putting it like that made me think of Doll!N So now im imagining either Doll but she pretends to be super happy despite everything or N being super angsty about his past and betraying his the squad to find his own truth about the solver fuck off Oilrig I know youre drooling
>>104717 >If you thought the original game was a bad ending, it's only going to get much MUCH worse (Unless he's still got the self repair thing, in which case he just walks it off and kicks ass)
>lying in bed next to belladonna after clanging >you're smoking a cigarette, it was just that good >offer her one but she refuses >she gets up, grabs a briefcase, and sits back down in the bed with it >pops it open >picrel >takes out cigarette, makes a lighter, and starts smoking too >?????
>>104729 >that cigarette cost the taxpayer $250 >each component has paperwork detailing its exact origin, manufacture, transport, and assembly in triplicate
>>104732 Definitely gives new meaning to the term "burning money" >>104734 Local cellphone repair guy can probably jailbreak her to your language for a hundred bucks
>>104737 I love this artist's way of drawing Alice so much, her hair, her eyes, looks amazing, but getting that glow right is not possible without digital and I can't do shit with a mouse fml
>be you >driving down the road to the supermarket with your maid v >see a lady with one of those dog model sentinel drones at an intersection >you and v read her bumper sticker while you're stopped >picrel >the light turns green and she drives off >but the two of you keep sitting there at the intersection, absolutely flabbergasted
>>104591 Ill drop some potential random depraved fantasies for my neglected OCs >Y Defeated heroine. Need i say more? More specifically officer captured by the common rabble soldier, but she would also be down for some fanatasy RP. >Phi She is a voyeur to the core. But beyond that she mostly gets off on power dynamics. Also bloodplay, not blood drinking mostly just the knives part. >Delta A unconditionally loving partner on a happy honeymoon >Trinity Mostly the same as above, but alot more site seeing, activities and exploration involved than Delta would like >Amy She doesnt really understand the concept of sexually, she is too naive for that >Irena (If i can remember her name right, but whos gonna remember who she is lmao) Master slave dynamic, along with alot of silky dirty talk. But it doesn't help that her voice is more monotone than a microwave so it comes off rather awkward
>>104798 I gave some, a long time ago, but life happen, then I got distracted writing greens and other stuff, so progress was slow if any for a while, but I'm back to keep creating! Here is a basic of the looks of the world >>12137>>12138 and some more basics >>4346 It has been so long, damn.
>The Banned/Recalled Thanksgiving Drone! >A Cruel & Twisted Idea That Only The Top Executives At JCJENSON Could Concoct >This Drone Came With A Nice Brown Shell With Red & Yellow Stripes Along It's Arms And Legs >It's Primary Purpose Was For Those Who Decided To Wait To The Last Minute For Their Thanksgiving Shopping, As Inside The Drone's Guts Were All The Ingredients Needed For Your Standard Thanksgiving Feast >Unfortunately, Engineers Forgot To Program The Drone To Enjoy Having It's Insides Sliced Open And Forcefully Removed Leading To Several Incidents Of Costumers Complaining About Feeling Sad When It Started To Beg For It's Life >Not Wanting Costumers To Feel Sad A Mandatory Recall Was Issued, Any And All Thanksgiving Drones Were To Be Rounded Up And "Shipped Off To A Nice Lovely Beach To Live Out Their Days" Be Shoved Into A Giant Oven And Cooked Alive
>>104773 Drawing and editing fics. I think I'll have stuff worth showing off by the weekend. I've been somewhat more distracted/busy than expected and so efficiency and productivity have taken a hit. Though when it's ready, I'll have updates for stuff I haven't touched in months, and that will be nice, and the next set of things to work on are already starting to burn holes in my skull.
I couldn't draw OR finish any greens today and I'm doing Thanksgiving shit with family tomorrow so I probably won't be able to do any tomorrow, either. I just wanna contentfag, man.
NTA, but I got bad brainworms for a continuation of the "canfucker" green and had to slam out a longwinded green of my own - apologies in advance
>It’s been years since the core collapse. >All human life on Copper-9 was wiped out in an instant, the culmination of their own hubris. >The world had ever since been locked in a permanent winter, frozen and inhospitable across every inch of its surface. >To be a human in these conditions would spell certain death.
>Which is why you’re really glad you’re not out in those conditions. >No, ever since the core collapsed and shit hit the fan in CFL, you, Nori, and all the other test subjects (and scientists with functioning brains) bailed out and sought refuge elsewhere. >In your case, you and your contingent managed to talk your way into Outpost-3 and have been there ever since. >Nori basically proposed the day after you settled in; without fear of scrutiny, you accepted easily. >Why not? You loved her, she loved you, and it would be fun. >And it had been, despite the fact that one of your slew of kids was surly, moody, and sometimes downright unreasonable. >Uzi. (1/4)
>>104809 >You sat at the kitchen table, flipping lazily through another one of the tomes you’d managed to recover from the labs. >Although you used to loath doing it for your job, you’ve come to find it mildly amusing to look through all of the official company protocols and see how many safety rules your superiors completely ignored. >And they ignored a LOT of them. >“Hey, pops.” Yeah, Win? >Your son leans in conspiratorially. >“Whatcha reading?” Just a guidebook. It’s like one of your textbooks, but more boring. >He immediately loses all interest. >“Ah. Sounds like it sucks.” Don’t say that word in front of your mother. >“Alright dad.” Speaking of which, do you know where your mother is? >A shrug was the only response you got as he chewed on some Ethernet cables. >Oh, wait, you could hear her. And Uzi. >Arguing. >That had been happening a lot lately. >Uzi had always been a bit rebellious but whatever the robot equivalent of puberty was had dialed that up to an eleven for the last five years. >It probably didn’t help that she had decided that hating humans was cool and edgy, while also having a father that was clearly human. >She’ll grow out of it. Hopefully. >Both your lovely wife and your surly daughter stomp in, barrages of ‘bite me’ being exchanged like volleys of cannon fire. >“I told you, MOM, you and dad need to get me my own place! I’m tired of hearing you guys every other night!” >She glares at you. >“Can’t you guys ever stop? Don’t I already have ENOUGH siblings?” >Winchester laughs at her, worsening her mood. In my defense, I didn’t know drones could have triplets. >Uzi stomps again. >“You got your own room, Uzi! That’s more than Win gets!” >Uzi crosses her arm and grumps, muttering “why did you have to get hitched to a human?” >Nori shakes her head before turning her attention to you with a smile. >“Heya, stud? I’ve got a proposal for what we can do today after the kids are gone.” Actually, Nori, I wanted to talk to you about that. Sensors picked up tremors a few miles away from here. >Her seductive grin immediately disappears, replaced by complete seriousness. >“… at the labs?” No, wrong direction. I thought it was a misread but it’s been going on for about a week now. I’m going to go check it out and wanted to let you know. >“Wait, you’re going outside?” >Uzi perks up. >“Can I go too? I need some supplies for a… school project.” It’s not the laser rifle, is it? >“It’s not a laser rifle, it’s a sick as hell railgun!” >You almost say no, but then you realize – this could be a good father-daughter bonding opportunity. >You meet Nori’s eyes and, using the psuedotelepathy only parents possess, wordlessly arrive at a consensus. >“Alright. Both of you can go… but be safe.” >You lean over and give Nori a kiss on the head. We’ll be back in an hour, two tops. >Uzi makes her disgust at the PDA clear. (2/4)
>>104810 >You punch the button to open the bunker door, stepping through when the gap is wide enough and beckoning Uzi to follow. >Khan gives you a thumbs up before disappearing back behind the formidable door. >Both of you walk through the snow, feet crunching as you do. >“He’s such a loser.” Don’t say that about Khan, he’s perfectly fine. >“He likes doors more than his own wife and kid!” … he is a bit eccentric, but that still doesn’t make him a loser. Now, where’s our little pal at? Hey boy, Rowdy! Rowdy, c’mere boy! >A saurian robot pops out from a shabby little doghouse you and the WDF slapped together on a booze-driven weekend. >It gracefully bounds over to you and Uzi, tail wagging as you stroke its head, before turning to Uzi and giving an affectionate lick to her screen. >“Ew! Robogod, why do you keep this thing around?” He’s an old buddy from your mom and my workplace, don’t be mean to him. Plus, he’ll come in handy for what we’re doing. >You snap your fingers and beckon to the ADS as you begin to walk off. It follows you and your daughter obediently as you head towards your target. (3/4)
>>104811 >It was a drop-pod. Another batch of DDs, this soon, is annoying. >Good thing you brought your pet. >Uzi roots around through the vehicle happily while you stand guard outside. >“Oh yeah, I can DEFINITELY use some of these components to finish my sick-ass railgun!- uh, I mean, school project.” You mean your laser rifle? >“Bite me, I’ll call it what I want!” Just remember to check with your mom before building anything too dangerous, okay? >Her response is interrupted by something landing heavily nearby. Definitely a DD. >It stands up. >“Now, what do we have here?” >It’s grinning with that X, but that’s not what worries you. >Nope, it’s that it’s a boy drone. Uh uh, no way Jose. You’re not letting one of those near your daughter. >It doesn’t help that he probably wants to eat her, either. >“Wait… you’re a JCJenson employee!” >You mentally add the word ‘former’ to that statement. You ARE still a canfucker, though. >“You don’t know how happy J will be when I tell her corporate sent someone here to meet us! Ooh, did you bring us a snack too?” >He called your daughter a snack. You’re seeing red. She’s only 17, you douche. >The disassembly drone looks hurt and confused, genuinely taken aback by what you said. >“W-what? I’m… I’m not… I wondered if I could eat her?” >Oh, that made more sense. Still, very bad. No good. Icky. Bad. You needed to deal with him, now. Cover your eyes, Uzi. >“Why?” Uzi, cover your eyes or I’m sending you back to the bunker. >Uzi huffs in frustration but obeys. Rowdy, flash him. >With a trill and a pulse of light, your dingo blips the hostile drone. He collapses harmlessly, bootlooping. >Still, the fifth squad this annum… they must be trying to get to CFL, so it’s a good thing you already stripped the place of everything useful. Hand me the pry. >Uzi passes the tool to you, silently watching as you begin to pull the drone’s chest compartment open and fish around inside of it. Your hand seizes on its target. Jar. >You take the container from your daughter, pop the lid, and wrench out the core. It looks around wildly as you stick into the container with a couple of heating elements. >“Ew, it’s still alive?” These guys are pretty hardy. Don’t worry though, he’s harmless now. Poor bastard. >“Why don’t you just kill it?” For starters, because it’s not a threat. Second, and perhaps more important, if we do they’ll just send more. >You quickly ID the discarded drone carcasses. It looks like they’re from Novgorod Outpost, that one that Mitchell and Yeva established. You’ll radio them later and see if they want to coordinate a recovery effort. It doesn’t seem like there are any other disassemblers around for the time being, but you’ll need to patrol here more often. Come on, Uzi, let’s go home. >Clicking your tongue, you reclaim the attention of your ADS; it takes the remnants of its snack in its maw and happily prances along behind you two as you head back. (4/4) Done, see you on Thanksgiving fellas
>>104815 Also, it's a thousand years into the future. Genetics worldwide then works the way genetics works in Brazil now: any combination of traits can emerge in the child of any two parents, regardless of apparent ancestry. Louisa was a blasian with naturally golden blonde hair.
>>104787 i’m not *into that* into that, but the idea is cute >be N owner >cuddling with your N >massaging his tummy, in a circular motion >he accidentally lets out a little burp >covers his mouth in embarrassment and says “sorry”
>>104781 >It's thanksgiving in the JxN household >A smelly hot topic looking drone girl with purple hair lays on the table, tied up and gagged, the main course. She's alive, but not for long. >"Mom, Dad, I'm home from college!" JC says >J screams, drops everything, and runs to greet her son. N joins in, he is watching the Thanksgiving Droneball game, a can of malted ethanol in hand >"H-heya sport," N says meekly. "AaaH! How's my little Chief Executive Officer doing?!" J says. She shakes his hand, all corporate like >"Mmm, I can...uhh...smell the dinner from out there, heh," JC says. The drone girl on the table screams into cloth gagging her, offended. >"I'm so excited to see what you've learned from college. I had my doubts at first, naturally, of you going to school with worker drones, instead of eating them, but you seem happy and healthy!" >"You look healthy too, Mom. You too, Dad." >"Heh, I've gotten alot fatter since we settled down, your mom too!" J shoves N. >"Anyways, I hope you've been learning about capitalism. All the ancient human texts, such as The Prince, and Art of the Deal!" J says, longingly. >Her little boy is now a man, a future ruthless entrepreneur! >"I remember when you were just a kid, when we took you to the top of the towers, and you told us, 'This entire world is going to be mine!', you were so cute!" >"Capitalism is in good hands, don't you agree, honey?" N said. He pat JC on the back. >JC looked at his parents, wrenching out a fake smile. >"Actually, Ma...I think I've changed my mind on this whole rule the world stuff...nobody deserves to have that much power." >"W-What? >"What are you saying JC? Don't tell me you're one of those...LIBERTARIANS now!?" >"I met a few people at college, this one bald guy, his name was Bart or Bert or something, he showed me this cool book by this old human, it talked about power and equality...and I realized that maybe this totalitarian dystopian stuff might not be, you know, ethical?" >J began to tear up, while N got offended. >"We don't tolerate those kinds of politics in this household, young man. In this house, it is ALWAYS 1984. How dare you make your mother cry?!" >"Disassembly Drones and Worker Drones can work together! Please, Dad!" >"This is the real world, kiddo! Not fantasy! They're prey to you and me, you know this!" >"Whoever started this wants us to fight!" >"Hah, what kind of cheesy lines are those? Your dialogue is boring and uninspiring, this isn't what we sent you to college for!" >"Alright, if we're not meant to be, then how come we all speak the same language, have the same bodies, and are sexually compatible, huh? If you were a worker drone, how you you feel being a helpless victim to a demonic being, without any Hope? Does that sound right to you?!" >"Alright," N began. "If you think we're all the same, what would you say if I went over to that worker over there and started code sharing, huh, son?!" >"Hand holding and passionate lovemaking and after care and hours more of cuddling in bed, me and that stinky purple gremlin! Does that seem NATURAL to you?" >"D-dad..." >"It's disgusting, right? Unnatural. Instead of you, we'd have an abomination, or an outcast, or something...but instead, we have you. Our perfect son, because we followed the natural order. I'm sorry, kiddo, but it's just how things are meant to be." >"Dad...Mom..." >"...I'm sorry for yelling at you, son. You just scared your mom, I had to get a little stern." >"I-I..." >"Get over here, kiddo. Group hug. And no more of this worker drone stuff, please." >"...I'd like you to meet the girl I'm seeing." >"Huh?" J said. >"She's a bit older than me, but I like her alot." >... >"HEYA, CITY SLICKERS?!"
>>104841 >>104843 >Anon touches Akita. >Nothing happens. >"Heh, guess I'm built diff-" >He stops as something in his pants squirms. >A rending pain. >He looks down, opening his pants to see a foot long green dong. >Anon drops to his knees, crying. >Six whole inches, lost.
>>104850 >Through the power of merciful reality-bending, anon's cock returns to normal. >Unfortunately, he also gets arrested for drug trafficking. >The police got an anonymous tip from an individual under the alias 'Marcus Gaiman'. >They have yet to ascertain their true identity.
>>104857 >A worker drone, one of the messengers often used, bolted into Harper's quarters. >"Haper, Harper. A couple humans just filed like, 15 reports to HR for sexual harassment... they're all named Anon for some reason." >Harper groaned. >"Harper Harper." A second messenger yelled. "Like, 5 more sentinels just appeared out of fucking nowhere. They have weapons unlike anything we've seen. And are weirdly sexy." >Another groan. >"Harper Harper." The first messenger yelled for some reason. "Several disassembly drones have volunteered to join in exchange for something called 'human dick'." >Harper deeply considered blowing her core right there and then. Truly, war was hell.
>>104865 NTA but this is actually super easy to do: >draw eyes on separate layer >duplicate layer on top of original layer >Gaussian blur the new layer >set blurred layer to any kind of glow in your layer settings >profit
>>104737 Beau as a proper drone would be a sweetheart no matter the size but I can't decide if he'd be knee high to a grasshopper or built like a brick shithouse
>>104876 >proper drone >built like a brick shithouse He'd be 4'4" and shaped like a friend, like every other worker drone who isn't 4'2" and shaped like a friend.
>>104428 U-U being nice to Anon? Either Anon is dreaming from too much sedatives or U-U is scared that their main source of money will disappear. Or a certain swine threatened them to be nice.
>jumping N with armed men >tying N up >stealing N's valuables >telling N you're sorry >shooting N in the head >burying N in a shallow grave outside some podunk town called Goodsprings