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
>“I had a feeling that you were in here, #3528. You look like a mess” >Becca recognized that voice. It was head doctor Victor West. >Oh Asimov… it was Dr. West! >Quickly changing her eyes back to their defaulted color, Becca’s attention switches off from AE-051 and toward the head doctor. >Oh crap, she forgot about her hair. It's a mess! It's not even tied in a ponytail anymore is it? Oh she can’t fix it right now, it will just raise questions. “𝙊𝒉, 𝙃𝒆𝙡𝒍𝙤! 𝑯𝙚𝒂𝙙 𝙙𝒐𝙘𝒕𝙤𝒓 𝒗𝙞𝒄𝙩𝒐𝙧 𝙬𝒆𝙨𝒕! 𝙞𝒕 𝒊𝙨 𝙨𝒐 𝒏𝙞𝒄𝙚 𝙩𝒐 𝒔𝙚𝒆 𝒚𝙤𝒖 𝒕𝙝𝒊𝙨 𝙚𝒗𝙚𝒏𝙞𝒏𝙜.” >Becca spoke as robotically as she could. Trying to hide any sign of free will. She noticed that West‘s brow wrinkled slightly after hearing her voice. > About 4 seconds in she was already began to grow nervous when the head doctor didn’t answer her. >“…it’s 3 in the morning.” >if she wasn’t trying to not blow her cover, she would have simulated a sigh of relief when he had looked at his watch. Secret is still safe. “𝑶𝙝, 𝒎𝙮 𝙗𝒂𝙙! 𝑴𝙮 𝙞𝒏𝙩𝒆𝙧𝒏𝙖𝒍 𝒄𝙡𝒐𝙘𝒌 𝒔𝙮𝒔𝙩𝒆𝙢 𝙢𝒂𝙮 𝙣𝒐𝙩 𝙗𝒆 𝒘𝙤𝒓𝙠𝒊𝙣𝒈 𝒂𝙨 𝙞𝒏𝙩𝒆𝙣𝒅𝙚𝒅. 𝙋𝒆𝙧𝒉𝙖𝒑𝙨 𝙄 𝙨𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙡𝒅 𝒔𝙚𝒆 𝒊𝙛 𝙄 𝙖𝒎 𝒏𝙚𝒆𝙙𝒆𝙙 𝙛𝒐𝙧 𝙧𝒆𝙥𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙨.” >Dr. West let out a huff of hair as he approached both her and the Confinement Cell’s glass. >“What’s the Status on AE-051?” “𝑬𝙣𝒈𝙞𝒏𝙚𝒆𝙧𝒊𝙣𝒈 𝒂𝙣𝒅 𝑻𝙚𝒄𝙝𝒏𝙞𝒄𝙖𝒍 𝑹𝙚𝒑𝙖𝒊𝙧 𝙎𝒑𝙚𝒄𝙞𝒂𝙡𝒊𝙨𝒕 𝒘𝙤𝒓𝙠𝒆𝙧 𝘼𝑬-051 𝒄𝙤𝒏𝙩𝒊𝙣𝒖𝙚𝒅 𝒕𝙤 𝙗𝒆 𝒔𝙚𝒅𝙖𝒕𝙚𝒅. 𝘼𝒏𝙖𝒍𝙮𝒔𝙞𝒔 𝒔𝙝𝒐𝙬𝒔 𝒕𝙝𝒂𝙩 𝒉𝙞𝒔 𝒑𝙪𝒍𝙨𝒆 𝒂𝙣𝒅 𝒉𝙚𝒂𝙧𝒕 𝒓𝙖𝒕𝙚 𝙝𝒂𝙫𝒆 𝙣𝒐𝙩 𝙨𝒑𝙞𝒌𝙚𝒅 𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙧 𝙩𝒉𝙚 𝙥𝒂𝙨𝒕 𝒕𝙝𝒓𝙚𝒆 𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙧𝒔 𝒂𝙣𝒅 𝒉𝙖𝒅 𝒄𝙤𝒏𝙩𝒊𝙣𝒖𝙚𝒅 𝒕𝙤 𝙧𝒆𝙢𝒂𝙞𝒏 𝒔𝙩𝒆𝙖𝒅𝙮.” >Becca pulls a multitude of screens on her visor. Ranging from what looked like an EKG monitor and a real time scan of his brain. “𝑨𝙨 𝙮𝒐𝙪 𝙘𝒂𝙣 𝙨𝒆𝙚 𝙤𝒏 𝒎𝙮 𝙨𝒄𝙧𝒆𝙚𝒏, 𝙝𝒆𝙖𝒅 𝒅𝙤𝒄𝙩𝒐𝙧. 𝑨𝙀-051 𝙗𝒓𝙖𝒊𝙣 𝙖𝒄𝙩𝒊𝙫𝒊𝙩𝒚—“ >“Stop.” >Becca immediately halted upon his instruction. Turning off the multiple feeds on her visor before switching back to her eyes. “𝑰𝙨 𝙩𝒉𝙚𝒓𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝒓𝙤𝒃𝙡𝒆𝙢? 𝑫𝙧. 𝑾𝙚𝒔𝙩?” >“Yeah, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.” “𝑻𝙝𝒂𝙩?” >“Oh you know what I—!” West pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out what sounded like an exasperated sigh. >“I don’t want to hear it from a Worker Drone pretending to be one of my nurses...” >Hearing this, Becca began to grow concerned, her LED lighted eyes struggling to remain their default color; she never heard West talk to her in such a way before for as long as she remembered working as a nurse in this hospital. >Does he…? >“…I want to hear it from one of my nurses. So wouldn’t it be better for the both of us if you stopped acting like someone you aren’t anymore?” >With those words, all of the nurse drone’s fears had become true. Dr. Victor West, the one human that she looked up to the most, now knows of her dirty little secret. It would be a lie to say that Becca wasn’t internally starting to panic. She could feel West’s judgment on her, watching her to see if she would drop her guise that was her old self. >A part of her wanted to believe that he wouldn’t judge her for being sentient. But at the same time, drones like her on the station shouldn’t be allowed to continue functioning if they show the signs of no longer following their protocol. >“Please.” >And with that one word alone, Becca’s ‘perfect drone’ facade caved in as her white, defaulted eyes changed back into their preferrable purple color. this time with having what looked like bagged lines underneath them before turning towards Elias in his cell and placing a hand on the glass. “…The scans show that his brain is currently experiencing a severe spike in activity, especially in the hippocampus, sensory cortex, temporal lobe and the amygdala. Whatever is happening to him in the inside of his head, he seems to be reliving a traumatic loop of sorts while the rest of his brain tries to rewire itself in its entirety.” >Becca spoke sadly as she lists all the complications of 051’s mental state. >The robotic voice that Becca was using earlier had entirely vanished. Her voice spoke clearly and more like a human. But there was sadness to her tone as well. “…He’s suffering, Doctor West… and I don’t know what to do.” >her eyes lowered. The mere thought of being unable to save yet another patient over the past two months had hit her hard. >She had seen so many of her own patients become terminated of her own eyes. And with this Technorganic sickness seemingly evolving exponentially. It felt like there was no hope at sight. >051 was going to die. Either by the sickness or by station security. And She is stuck in the middle, helpless. >Suddenly, Becca felt a hand patting the back of her head. >“You’re a good nurse #3528, or whatever name you choose to call yourself now. But don’t fret on it my dear; I had known Elias long enough to know that he is more resilient than you may think. He toughened out whatever upper management had thrown at him and I'm sure he can get through this as well.” >“And let me assure you of this. As long as I am still breathing, I won’t let station security harm you or any of my patients. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐷𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑡.” >Hearing these words of comfort, Becca had begun to calm down. >Looking up to her mentor, the amount of relief she was feeling was intoxicating. Like a large burden was lifted off her shoulder. But the one thing she didn’t expect was the history he seems to have with both AE-051 and Station Director Elliot. >she can probably ask him later. But for now…? >For now, her patients are more important.
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Christ almighty that took longer than expected. This honestly made me have writer’s block for the past couple of days. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. And if you excuse me, I’m going to be brainstorming on my next greentext. Probably something that isn’t part of my Space Station AU.
I would draw something but I've been busy today and will be all of tomorrow. So by the time Im free this thread will be over, anyway Its been a blast to be here anons. The things we all have created are awesome to look back on. The story's yall have woven and the images you all created are very pretty So much good content, would say more but I've worked 9 hour's in the kitchen and my brain is fried so Love yall and Goodnight
>>104911 GO FUCK YOURSELF declawing a Mini-Y is literally removing parts of their body, it's extremely painful "Oh, but it will regenerate by the end of the week in the slowest case" it is still painful!
>>104918 my convenience is my priority, i don't wanna get clawed up because she was pissy after falling into a large open container of credit card info
>You invite a handful of drones to Thanksgiving dinner >Against all odds, it turned out there was a ton of turkeys in the outpost-3 freezer >You served the bird to the group (consisting of Uzi and her classmates) >Thad rolls on over, asking "Hey anon, how'd you get the food to be that juicy?" Well, it's a complicated process but the important thing to do is to baste bird in its juices repeatedly >Thad nods >You continue In fact, I guess you could say that the entire process is... BASTE. >He stops smiling >Everyone else is frowning now too Y'know, like... calling something 'based'? But I'm calling it... 'baste'? Cause they're pronounced the same
>They toss the last of your possessions out through the bunker door before closing it, leaving you standing outside in the snow
>>104918 I once saw a mini Y tear up an entire house on one of those home security cameras. It took like an hour. And it was practically a lost cause by the time the owner showed up. Those things can't be trusted with claws.
>>104925 alright, scratchy mcscratchingpost, go ahead and tell me that. guess what though - i'm legally entitled to a right to declaw her and don't even launch into the 'clawcaps' argument, those fall off way too fast. she pulls her claws into her arm once and bammo, we're back where we started
>>104928 You know, train her like a good owner, mine almost never shows her claws, and I got the titanium clawing post for her BETTER THAN DECLAWING YOU JERK
>>104933 >train her i don't have time for that, i work eighty hours a week in the mines. she's fine if i leave her home, alone, for the entire time with late night tv on the entire time though. she didn't like watching people yap for hours on end at first, but i think she's kind of accepted they're going to be fixtures in her life. so give me a break also, i'm not made of money, those titanium things are ripoffs.
>>104934 The titanium works and they never break it, they are not that expensive nowadays with that new titanium meteorite around And you can make some time to train her, they are literally one of the easiest to train, if they don't hate you
>>104945 As a combat-capable tax collector, my IRS-drone wife gets a complimentary Sunrise Breakfast special at the Cracker Barrel on Veteran's Day. Totally worth the multiple semen deductions she charges me each and every day.
>>104939 Smart to stick to Horus. I heard a guy once had Erebus etched onto his scratching post, and his poor Y filed her claws to nubs carving at him.
>>104945 If there's a drone named after a poisonous plant, I'm romancing that drone. Belladonna exists; ergo, I romance her. The tax deduction is just an added bonus.
Don't have a Turkey for Thanksgiving? Simple solution >Step 1.) Open the oven door >Step 2.) Make sure to remove all those pesky shelves for space >Step 3.) Place Banana in oven >Step 4.) You'll know when to shut the door and set the oven
>>104945 >Ivy hands you a form in triplicate that basically boils down to "you will fuck me at the specified time and location when I say the word" >you saw no reason not to sign it, though you never understood why she did this basically every time she was horny >you step into the boardroom expecting to find her laid out seductively across the conference table >instead you find your coworkers sat around the table waiting for her to start her presentation >you figure you read the form wrong and excuse yourself, but Ivy grabs your arm >"I thought you knew better than the break a contract." >you give her a puzzled look, and she just rolls her eyes and gives an irritated sigh >"how many times do I have to tell you to read the fine print? clearly I need to use a firmer hand. expect disciplinary actions after this meeting is concluded. until then, however–" >she powers on the projector and returns her attention to her not insignificant audience >still facing them, she hikes up the rear of her tight pencil skirt and glares back at you >"in case I hadn't made myself clear, that's your cue. I expect you to make good on our agreement." >"now."
>>104955 >You, Henry, slam the oven door, laughing as the thing inside pounds on the door desperately >You crank the oven up, lock it, and sit back and relax >E walks up, absentmindedly chewing a banana of her own >"What's cooking, doc?" Well, it's a dumb drone named E that... Hey, wait a second. YOU'RE E! >"Oh, so I am." >You open the oven back up to see you were in fact cooking... Oh no, not HARAMBE!
>>104553 Didn't we decide Mac should be characterized as someone who'd like the ladies to like him but he has very little confidence and can't commit once he puts himself out there? Because him having a horny ghost on his trail would go well with that.
>>104958 He only has himself to blame, really Plus, if the room is dark, hell probably be able to escape with only mild embarrassment (he better pray Ivy doesn't get any more needy in the future though)
>>104963 The trick here is that he doesn't know about the horny ghost babe, it could be a fat smelly old man ghost for all he knows. One is hot and the other is not.
>>104966 There is no 'we', it's just that some Anons (myself included) felt he hadn't gotten a fair shake and could be remade as a vastly improved character New Mac and old Mac have only a handful of surface level similarities
>>104977 That's my point. She swaps places with Uzi, maybe Uzi still goes outside with the railgun, but Emily is also out there. Uzi could potentially die in the N fight and N would confuse Emily for a DD maybe or something else, all that matters is Emily becomes a Solver Witch and not Uzi
>>104970 >New Mac and old Mac have only a handful of surface level similarities What was Mac characterized as before they decided to use him for incest shock greens?
>>104878 >>104894 Thanks! >>104895 She's indeed, her special kinda strangeness and (in 6) nonexistent feel for social stuff is very endeering. Also pic rel was inspiration for the pose >>104885 Very nice to hear, I wanna stay around and keep making things to honour her for as long as I can, I won't stop or leave unless I get disabled or die >>104942 To me it sometimes looks smeary and unclear cause of that, problem is pencil makes no real line, it's very corny on the edges if you zoom in. Technically that shouldn't be a problem, but if you erase the sketch under it and have cluttered details erasing becomes inevitable, once it's smeared it gets messier and so on. I feel as if it s getting better tho, slowly, glad to hear
>>104975 >Emily and Uzi are each other's only friends at first, because they're both short and weird >Emily is a final girl in her first (and most likely only) movie >Uzi is one of those final girls who's a major character in her own right; when she shows back up, she's not there to get killed off to re-establish the slasher's credibility, she's there to drive the plot forward
>>104930 Ye, both designs are cute tho. Drones are immensely snuggable, look at the round yet shapely bodies, the sleekness overall, big expressive precious heads and not to forget the slight snoot and lovely eyes and mouths. Also their lights, the triangles on the back of their hands are underated. Wanna nestle in with Alice while a snowstorm's outside, or Alice&Beau buildin a blanketfort, or take in Doll and J for good measure too. Drones are puilt for winter and being cherished
>>104962 I love that face It looks so confident, so proud and pleased with herself, such a strong expression on a body too cute and goofy for such attitude, I can't help but think it's somewhat stupid, still sweet tho. Alice and J have similiarities
>>104994 Russia is a large country And she has a somewhat Japanese aesthetic, the hairstyle and cute, full eyed often mouthless expression probably appeals to these folks
>>104985 It was the initial suggestion, didn't get baked into the character before incest slurry overtook the discussion. I'd say he can be better than Beretta at some things. A social butterfly without being an ace at everything. Maybe one sport he's good enough at to be part of the school team but don't make him the star player. Things that can suggest a Gary Stu, just reel back a few notches to contrast him enough to Beretta without making him perfection incarnate. I don't remember that last bit though. I remember something like him being more vulnerable to possession without realizing it (this being before Auntie Cyn was considered more of an imaginary friend, I think. a bit like >>29445). Even then, pull that out of his character if it doesn't really serve any story potential. He can be the normal outgoing kid to contrast Beretta's more Solver-inclined goings on. He's not even finalized, he never got the chance.
>>105003 (me) And he doesn't have to overtake Beretta. Beretta should be considered the main deal here. Not every character has to be a primary character, secondary and tertiary characters can exist with their own smaller purpose. >>105004 What a deal, I'll take 5 thank you.
>>105007 Are you allergic to any of the following >Acid >Metal claws >Lead >Atomic fuel >Losing money >Listening to misunderstood Warhammer lore and opinions >Dying >Crab If you are at least one or none of these we recommend buying sooner!
>>105003 >I'd say he can be better than Beretta at some things. Or he has mundane things Beretta wishes she had, like friends, and he doesn't realize she envies him. And Beretta does not like that she's envious of her own brother.
>>104997 Thanks! Glad to hear, it took 3 hours so far already >>105011 Mhm, outpost 6 Doll being Japanese fits pretty well >>104990 Imagine, mid winter, at day, but totalcloudcover and consistent snowfall (MD irl!?🤯). House with such 'structured' windows, like in >>104622 Even at day there's no obnoxious bright light, coziness inside, Alice Doll and J (maybe Beau too). Idk how dynamic would work or what conflict would arise, but such interactions of characters who never met (besides short chase of J&Doll), with such very developed personalities, that's something I think about much. All three of them are to the narrative sidevillains, huh, but they are always such endearing memorable personalities, mh, would be kino. N yeah J might not burn due to cloudcover and snowfall. A direction could be bein away from hostility, agravating (to them) character like Uzi V, Nori or N aren't there. There could still be conflict due to J being a DD and Alice bein Alice, but in the end, imagine all asleep
Marta, the character mentioned briefly in Typhoon part one >>101666 Grade II+ Hypercomm technician, a mildly autistic savant at the very specialized task of calibrating and aligning FTL signal antennas and receivers. Anon spent long stretches of time hiking across the colony's rough terrain escorting her to and from isolated antenna towers. She was one of relatively few Typhoon colonists who were native born to Earth, her most prized possession was an eagle feather necklace that had been in her family for nearly ten generations dating back to the pre-space age. She never saw a real bird in her life.
I'm trying to fight off the art burnout by drawing quicker and simpler. Seems to be working so far.
>Be me. >Proud owner of a domesticated Oogi hive/farm. >What once started as a college experiment to study the behavior of feral oogis if placed in a seperate environment has now turned into a personal passion of mine years later. >spent years building immense trust of the oogis in my artificial hive. >they now all wear the same colored beanie that i always wear. >they even occasionally give me gifts from loose change that they dug out of my couch to even some strawberry candy. >They consider me their “Alpha Humie.” >Life good.
>>105052 Fascinating. The government just gave me a grant for drone butt research. Will be testing several different types of drones and various oils to see how quickly they grow.
>>105056 I’m doing my part to bring back the good ol days of oogis before they were turned into glorified fluffies. Gore and oogi may be pending but it ain’t gonna be like the fluffies
Does N eat out of instinct because he’s hungry, or because he consciously knows he has to do so to live? Does N know that food goes in his stomach when he eats or does he think it just disappears? Does N even know he has a stomach? Does N even know he has an abdomen?
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>>105036 Well yes, I wanted to make sure to include a lot of the aesthetics of her suit into the normal uniforms of human characters I draw, so they're more plausible as part of a cohesive setting.
>your disassembly drone wife gets into bed >due to her solver core, her body is extremely dense >the mattress shifts, to accommodate her, and you quickly slide into the waiting arms of your warm drone wife
>>105119 Trying to plan my next Becca greentext which will now FINALLY feature my Necroids. For a dead space inspired story thing. It took me a long ass time to even feature them.
>>105059 >Literally capable of being tricked into thinking that something is bad because it has a red filter and that something is good because it has a blue filter
>>105141 In complete seriousness, I will only treat conscious beings that aren't human women with respect, whether they're deliberately designed to be appealing to human sensory organs or not. To all non human women I have harassed, sexually or otherwise, I apologize.
I dreamt that I checked the threads and that Alice green from last year where she and Anon are goofing around in CFL was finally finished (with sexo, of course) But it isn't, and now I feel sorry for myself
>Fun Early Morning OC Facts: Kyrie wasn't created by PhoenixAnon, instead she came from another Anon who dreamed of her who offered the character to PhoenixAnon after it was drawn because they believed they could deliver on her story......this isn't a very fun fact It's a just a joke PhoenixAnon don't get upset
>>105189 >spoiler >Occasionally, writefags are afflicted with Writer's Cube >In which an Internicion Cube sits on top of their desks and demands attention >This is strictly better and worse than traditional writer's block, because it's a cute cube girl, but it's also a dangerous cube
>>105197 >>105195 >dirt blocks >not the mighty sand block, which can sneak attack you Hard disagree, IC-0n is easily at least gravel tier, maybe even anvil
>>105199 >forgetting about the shulker box‘s >which can mess with god’s just by being in proximity you are both strong, sand and gravel, both can be used in a void trap, but you are not close enough to be killing gods
>>105189 In all seriousness though, my strategy for block is to write some horrible stopgap between the bits of story I've already got. At worst, it stays and looks ridiculous but everyone will gloss over it between the good bits, at best I rework it into something swag. I believe in you Anon, I only rib you because I care
>>104999 > only 2 male sentinels techinically theres also hkx/hunter/whatever, but hes stuck at the femdrone factory and doesnt count there really ought to be more and i know just the solution: more E! make the bowler hat boy blue!
My Thanksgiving Drone won't stop screaming when I cut into him to take out the food inside, how do I remind him that this is supposed to be fun for him?
>>105209 key word, under certain circumstances! the torch has been here for us as a top tier team player, always driving back the darkness of death that is ready to kill, unlike the lame water and leva, they will kill you
>>105209 >the beta lava >destroys your precious material and dog if your careful enough >somewhat useful water >can be used to fish for food and treasure >chad torch god >nullifies hostile creatures from the darkness that want to kill you >excellent light source >permanently disable the machine that makes more hostile creatures spawn wasn’t even a challenge for the warrior of light
>>105230 >Cyn is torch tier >Anon is bedrock tier I need to study so badly but at the same time I feel a horrible need to make a shitty tier list all of a sudden
>>105238 >"No, chat, I am NOT the Solver of the Absolute Fabric!" >reads his chat >"What do you mean 'bro's built like a singularity'?" >looks it up >"Alright, you're banned. Banned. Goodbye." >the chatter screams as he is [NULL]ed
>>105244 >But the drone, was in fact, already a turkey >The curse only turned it into turkey SQUARED >Anon watched in horror as the creature turned into the nation of Turkey
>Seduces the drones >Seduces the Disassembly Drones >Seduces the Sentinel Drones >Seduces the Absolute Solver >Seduces (you) >Refuses to elaborate further >Dies
Today, I'm thankful for the latent power left behind by the solver after it was defeated, and how it tends to congregate inside of stinky women, turning them into budding demigods.
>Thanksgiving, redux. Once again, you’re ‘invited’ to attend to the celebration your girlfriend Beretta’s family is putting on. >You’re a bit hesitant though – last year was a nightmare. Beretta was great as always, N was perfectly kind, and the elder Doormans had little to no opinion in either regard. V didn’t seem to give much of a damn either. >Uzi, however… she was a menace. >Between her angry outbursts and your own poorly-articulated retorts, you both thoroughly ruined the holiday for everyone present. Casserole plastering the walls, puddles of oil and blood everywhere, that small fire that started randomly… >So, it was a shock when you heard you could come back for another go. Beretta, you can’t be serious. I’d just screw it up. >“But I am serious! Negev promised to help keep mom in check this year!... although Mac seemed pissy about it too, but that’s just because he’s a momma’s boy.” >Mac and Negev… it’s funny, you didn’t remember they were there last year until she mentioned them. Must’ve slipped your mind. I mean, we can give it a try, but I don’t want to be the reason that things turn out badly. >“Grandma Nori said she’d give mom a bit of the old ‘whatfor’ if she tried anything. No one blamed you for last year anyway.” Well, if you say so. >Beretta gives you a hug, smiling. >“It’ll be great! I promise!”
>Mac stares at you from across the table with narrowed eyes, silently stewing. >His expression is a spitting image of his mother’s, who’s sitting right next to him. >Everyone else is talking happily, but you can hardly focus on the conversation with the two stares boring through your skull. >Every so often, Mac whispers something to Uzi and she nods. >You swallow your ‘Turkey-flavored Caloric Food Substitute (now with 10% fewer carcinogens)’ nervously. Beretta. >Beretta turns away from her grandfather to look at you questioningly. >“Yeah?” I think your mom and brother are… planning something? >“Don’t worry about them, they’re just not used to you yet. Once they warm up to you a bit, it’ll be fine.” Beretta, I’ve known them for over a year now. I feel like they’re opinion of me has only gotten WORSE. >She smirks and shakes her head. >“You’re so silly.” >And with that, she gives you a peck on the cheek before returning to her conversation. >Uzi and Mac’s glowering deepens. >You can hardly tell at this point if it’s you or the bird that’s getting cooked tonight.
>>105250 Now I think how interesting would it be that instead of Uzi just straight up eating the solver, somehow they weaken it to a point of being completely harmless Maybe trapping it in a different body with its power completely diminish, with the only real power left would maybe regeneration
>>105266 >Black Friday with J! >J goes full boss bitch Karen mode to get the best deals >trampling other drones with her peg legs >bull rushing through crowds to be the first inside >she starts fighting other drones for things she doesn't even want >sure, she didn't want that Tickle Me Oogi, but it's about denying deals to her enemies
>>105266 >You and V are geared up in assault vests, grins equally unhinged >N is bouncing excitedly in the backseat, while J is exasperated with the entire situation >Uzi is sitting in N's lap, while Tessa stands atop the car and strikes a pose >You turn to face your pals So guys, you ready? It'll be hell out there, but I think we've got this handled. >Uzi grins as she cradles her new railgun >"Any excuse to shred some humans is a good time to me!" >You look to J You know the plan, right? >She flips her hair back >"Of course. Tessa and I beeline for the electronics and each grab three Gamebro systems, two of the big TVs-" The really big TVs, not just the big ones. >"You know what I meant, idiot. We grab those and then a couple of those new pressure cookers." Right. V and I will handle crowd control. Uzi, N, I'm delegating LEGOs to you. I really want that new Star Destroyer, and if I don't get it I'll throw a fit and shit myself. >Your friends all look a little disgusted with that statement >You scream into the parking lot. You all bail out while it's still rolling, letting it plow into some of the crowd of humanity Cyn, find a parking spot! NULL a few cars if you have to, I don't care! >"[Giggle] it would be my pleasure. Remember to buy me the Animal Crossing edition of Gamebro." >You and V push through the crowd, right up to the doors >The store clerks, an unfortunate looking drone with surprisingly large boob mods, and an equally tired looking human guy, unlock the doors >The crowd surges GO GO GO GO! >And with that, you all boldly rush into the warzone in search of deals
>>105266 >MG's MGeneral Store Black Friday Sale! >New plushies! Expired food and health products! Devices that might kill you! >Come on in and get steep steep discounts, up to 95% off! >Please don't notice that we actually just marked everything up by 1000% percent so that the markdowns totalled to the same or more expensive than usual!
>>105274 At least they do bot grab the drones, you need to grab like a metal token and bring it to the front to pay for the drone, they knew that having to take the drone to the front was going to be bad idea
>>105294 >N is crying now >V is a bit hot and bothered by the sheer dominance that Anon just displayed >Tessa and Uzi are trying to comfort N >Cyn is mocking J because she's the one who handles laundry at your house >Anon has the sad realization that he actually really liked these pants
>>105307 >J stops to realize that she's currently arguing with a fully grown man who just shit his pants in a tantrum over a Lego set >What has her life even become
I'm surprised that Plus doesn't have a Thanksgiving or Autumn theme. What I'd do is have some orange and yellow leaves falling and maybe a cornucopia in the corner
this year, I'm thankful for L >I need L. Like, more than I could ever possibly articulate in any human language, bar maybe Swahili. Have you ever looked at someone and felt a connection? Have you ever talked to someone and felt a spark? Have you ever known, in that moment, that you want to be a part of that person’s life for the duration of your own life? Well, I have. With L. L is beautiful, cute, funny, and likes me (that last part is a big one for me). I love everything about her, from her appearance to her demeanor to her crazy side. I kid you not, I feel like ten pounds have been lifted off my shoulders every time I see a picture of L smiling, and like I’ve been liver-punched by a million Mike Tysons in a row when I see her sad. I want to hold her soft, warm hands while walking through softly falling snow, pointing at the stars in the crystal clear sky, laughing as my breath fogs up her visor and she pouts. I want to come home from a long and unrewarding day of work, walk through the front door of my apartment, and see my beautiful L waiting there, with open arms, to give me a big hug and ask me how my day was. I’d like to sit on the couch on a lazy Friday night in sweatpants and a big t-shirt, looking thoroughly unflattering, with L dressed similarly and sprawled over my lap while I run my fingers through her hair slowly. We could watch movies together, some old vampire ones that have just the right amount of shlock, or maybe a few classic romances like Casablanca. We’d go to the library together on a drizzly weekend and sit inside, cozy together between all the shelves, flipping through books and just basking in each other’s presence. I repeat, I cannot possibly articulate how MIGHTILY I NEED L in my life. >I want to go fly a kite with her. I want to go on long walks through the woods with her. I want to go to the zoo and watch a dumb kid fall into a gorilla enclosure with her. I want to ride on a Ferris Wheel, both of us blushing slightly as we hold hands. I want to drive through the mountains in a convertible with the top down, wind in our hair, as the sun sets in the distance over the horizon. I want to sit in a café in France or somewhere else that you’d sit in a café, taking in the passersby, whispering our observations to each other and giggling about them. I want to spoon with her under a quilt and kiss the back of her neck while her fans hum quietly in sleep mode. I want to carry her up the stairs into our home, in her wedding dress after our marriage for our honeymoon. I want to raise a family of hybrid brats with her. I want to work my fingers to the bone, donate plasma, do whatever just to see her smile. I just want her to be happy. Please please please please please please please please please please please please please I just want her to be happy. I have a mighty need for L.
>>105324 The few friends I was able to make, and the few people I've been able to leave an indelible effect on in my line of work. Happy 100th to you all!
had a bad idea but my tablet is back at grad school so i was forced to use ibis and line extractor (which i'm dog shit with😭) maybe ill redo this proper later on if i get the chance
>>105352 >How does she do it? How can she be best girl and best villain at the same time? She does objectively horrible and evil things but is also hard to hate because she comes across as so consistently pitiful and her entire life is just an unending gauntlet of lonely misery. It automatically makes you want to comfort this sad pathetic girlfailure. Even if you’ll probably fail, because she’s dead inside.