Hey there Friend! You know why I'm here, so we can keep talking about Drones, since we love them so much, and I hope we keep talking about them. I hope you are having a nice day. The fabulous Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel of the so, so, so many amazing OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The last Thread: >>116255
>N does his best to fit in with drone society >he realizes that he needs a last name >looking to his one and only worker drone friend, Uzi Doorman, he comes up with his own >you may now refer to him as N Murderman
Tying Elf down on a table Covering my hands in massage oil and absolutely going to town on her ears Running my fingers back and forth from the base to the tips Pinching them lightly Making sure every single inch of them gets thoroughly massaged with oil Going even faster as she tries to hold back her voice, forcing her to cry out in pleasure Increasing the pressure of my massages when she tries to turn invisible until she flickers back into view Continuing this for multiple hours straight until she's nothing but a drooling panting mess Recording the entire thing and using it as blackmail so that I can continue to do it again and again
>>117300 But at the same time that haunting ass Sentinel soundtrack in the back, need Glitchiggers to release the original files Imagine the possible existence of cut scenes Or scrapped, znused voicelines
>>117294 Dont have a name for eather the mech nor the pilot yet, names for me just kinda happen for me eventualy. As for naming the classification of the mech themselves, tempted to just call them 'Cavalry-class' Sentinels.
>>117251 >be you, preparing dinner >Alice steps back inside after chopping some logs >she sets them into the fireplace and walks into the kitchen pulling off her jacket >steam pours off of her, she really worked up a sweat >you can smell her musk even before she pulls you down into a kiss >up close it's intoxicating. the scents of sweat, smoke, whiskey, and wood mingle together to into an aroma that wreaths itself around your brain and makes you feel like you might just melt >you take dinner off the burner as Alice starts using her long, dextrous tongue >after what feels like hours, she pulls back, leaving you gasping for breath, desperate for more >"dinner'll hafta wait sugar, all'a this hard work's got muh oll pumpin somethin' fierce" >she shoots you a lascivious grin >"put a cover over thayt fer now, you n' me are gonna go break us another bed"
>>117312 I dunno man, the only way to check is to "accidentally" mention where you'll be tonight, alone, and see if anyone shows up (wink wink nudge nudge)
A couple hundred threads ago or so someone posted the link to a book that was a guide to writing properly, and I completely forgot to grab it. Anyone know what that book was? I don't want to try and trawl through that many threads, so I'll just hope the anon who posted it is still around and remembers.
>>117309 >Beds are broken very regularly in your household >Beau has become a trained pro at building IKEA beds >He can fully assemble a new one in under five minutes >That doesn't change how judgmentally he stares at you and Alice as he does it, though
>>117319 >>117321 >Abby attacks! >You have to stop her, but how? >You begin quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail >It seems to work, except now she's insisting on binging every piece of media with John Cleese in it
Real talk, how do we go about making Dred'fal a non-funpost character? I don't want to forget doing it, but in the event I do, I want to hear some of your suggestions
>>117309 Hohoho oh boy that's nICE hnn That smell that imagery holy oooooh man Am feelin with Alice in my mind I'm luckier than anything irl could realistically make me this gotta be peak What can beat THAT?
>>117320 >hot, heavy, passionate lovemaking with Alice, she's riding you like a jackhammer >whole room is steamy, smells of sweat and lubricant, sounds of metal slapping hard and desperate against flesh >you're both completely lost in each other and the moment, loudly moaning each other's names, embracing and kissing between pants and groans >can literally feel the bed below you splintering in real time >you both come at the same time, and you nut so hard you see fucking stars >Alice's entire chassis trembles as she arches her back and screams in pure unfiltered primal ecstasy, drowned completely in the throes of her climax >holding her tight in the ruins of your bed, softly rubbing her back in circles, comforting her as she recovers from such an intense orgasm, she's still completely out of it and mindlessly mumbling a bunch of incomprehensible sappy southern words of what you assume must be affection >and then, looking behind her, you see him standing there in the doorway >just fucking standing there >motionless >with this face boring into your very soul >knowing what you've done
>>117342 >You promise Beau that you'll get him something from the food court next time you all go to IKEA to buy five- no, ten- maybe fifteen more bed kits >His expression goes from terrifyingly flat to irritated >.... right, he doesn't have a mouth... so he can't eat food...
>>117336 Alternatively, I dunno. Make it so rather than "generic alien overlord", Dred'fal is leading a Solver Subjugation force with the goal of shoving it back in the void it came from. Which means banishing all the main characters to the void, where they'll drown in darkness for eternity. This also explains why he's not just popped by Uzi, he and all his forces have taken precautions.
In the moment when N decapitated Tessa; Did he realize that it was a trick from the Solver based on her suspicious behavior, or did he just stopped caring about Tessa in that moment in favor of Uzi?
>>117345 I'd get Beau a bunch of model kits designed for building a scale Western town, including townsfolk, bandits and lawmen. He could make bank robberies, duels at sundown, whatever little dioramas he wants.
What do you mean they don't sell model kits at IKEA?
>>117349 He might've not known exactly what the fuck was up with her, but I think in that moment he knew just instinctively that whatever this thing was, it was definitely not Tessa - at least not the one he knew.
>>117348 Beau with a voice would be uncanny >You and Alice going at it again >Her fingers are digging into your back as she nibbles at your neck >Her whispers of "yes" are getting louder and louder, more and more passionate, to the point you feel- >The sound of a revolver cylinder spinning, clicking, interrupts your "activity" >A deep, drawling voice comes from out of sight >"I have a very strict gun control policy: if there's a gun around, I want to be in control of it." >Beau sidles into view, blindfolded so as not to compromise Alice's deceny >He's holding a sixshooter loaded with rubber rounds >He points it at you Beau... uh, I know that Alice and I have... uh... let's be reasonable, hey? >"I tried being reasonable, but I didn't like it." >With that he unloads every round in the weapon into your balls
>>117351 Oh yes Wgmhen bein with Alice and the Beau in such a scenario there'd surely be some of those old fruitboxes there too, from farm marksts or however its called, sandpaper saw and cutterknife and he can build a western town, also some wire, paint and figures! Maybe need to give him a second hand for that tho.
>>117351 Speaking of modelkits, any consideration of what his fav aircraft/ship/tank or car would be? Think Alice had favs too? Surely but I feel as if when I try I'd just insert my tastes instead of actual fits. Need to draw Alice with a P-61... fits her in many ways
>>117361 >Beau pouts in his timeout cage after a VERY long and severe scolding from Alice >turns out getting shot pointblank in the balls with rubber bullets still basically feels like being shot in the balls with actual bullets >it's gonna be quite a while before this cast can come off, which sadly means no "rodeos" with your beloved drone belle until then either >getting doted on and carried around bridal style (as she keeps insistently doing) by Alice while you recover, though? >still pretty great
>>117377 Being doted on by our favorite southern gal would be a dream come true And maybe timeout wouldn't be so bad if it's dressed up to look like Beau's in the old town jail, complete with a poster saying "WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE (Alive preferably): FOR SHOOTING ANON IN THE BALLS"
I need hear Alice's talking and feel her not in the bing bang way no, there is other stuff too, even more alluring, like with her knife on Ugi's neck, or her entire mannerism during and before the fingercut scene😍 that off socially inept unchecked behaviour is soooo adorable and attractive, Her hiding or just suddenly jumping you outta nowhere Alice scaring you good in the dark Or havin the lights off and her suddenly gone, you look for her and she grabs and bitey you Or some other looney cutie moment, Alice suddenly yapping in another language, be it German or Russian, French or Italian, maybe Japanese even woooow! No need to understand, but I made one AI Alice speak like that and she delivered the nost accurate heavenly sounding whatever That is so fucking amazing
>>117390 >Beau changes his voice again after hearing 48 straight hours of Anon and Alice screwing and saying some of the most degenerate things imaginable >He's finally had it >Hatred intro >He's just going to end up in timeout again, which is probably for the best when he finds out he'll have another sibling soon
>>117389 >>117013 >>Nobody really noticed when she went missing God Abby is such a sad OC >Raised in the ranks only to be placed in the worst war imaginable in a squad led by someone more focused on keeping everyone from killing themselves and naive good will then winning >Zero respect, No friends (outside of Pity of B and J), no one listens to her >One times she tries to show off, she gets her own squad killed and she gets an awful infection, loses control of her eye >Dies alone, betrayed, and mercilessly gunned down by Jane >Turns into an awful agonizing creature fueled only by hatred and pain, wants desperately to get revenge and end its own suffering >Cant and will never accomplish goal
>>117392 Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Yes please, imagine her straight uo jumping you hidden up somewhere... Or innawoods at night, of course in snowy leafless winter Imagine her turning the visor off for that so she's lower vis, till she's in place, these eyes suddenly popping up either directly ahead 'fnaf-style' or above somewhere
>>117264 You don't think straight when you're young-ish parents dealing with the fact that your younger daughter had to be shanghaied to a nitwit farm because she wouldn't stop trying to tear herself open and screaming schizo shit as she does. At least Colt turned out completely normal, unlike his older siblings. Or his future little sister.
Imagine if the Solver never happened and Tessa manages to keep N,J and V up until her adult hood. And they slowly watch as she gets older and older, more tired and gray, while they are still working due to being robotic.
>>117347 I like this idea >Dred'fal comes from an alien civilization that is familiar in dealing with Supernatural Stuff (or even actual Solver Stuff) >He is the commander of a sizeable Solver Subjugation force tasked with clearing out the galaxy-sized "quarantine zone" that is Solver-infected space >Because enforcement of the "quarantine" is indiscriminate Dred'fal & his forces are basically trapped inside until/unless they complete their mission
All the Alicegreens this day are based, writeanons be blessed you are doing the lords work Will be able to drawong overdue Alice things tomorrow again till then. Besides cozy, cute and saucy Alice things I've been thinking a ton about alternate episode 6 variants, and I made an incredible discovery few days ago regarding Alice that could be used for an ultimate asspull to bring her back without intricate background lore cause I did stuff to the brightness and contrast of Alice's last time onscreen (14:10-14:20 or so) and she literally had her full head there again. All blacked out, no hat or discernible antlers, but it is there
>>117433 My original feelings towards Alice were basically just "huh, cool villain of the week" and nothing more, but these threads have slowly but surely converted me. I'm a true blue Alicefag now.
>>117435 Too late for me.😔. I regret. Tho, we need decent humanisations of the drones. Human Alice here is great, simple art but I was totally in love with that when I found it, not just cause it's Alice but cause it's pretty much 100% what I always liked faceways anyways, felt like divine approval. Sounds yappy but the few lines in that art made it fit exactly, the eyes the nose the smile and chin I need to draw that myself but stylization on human face is hard. And Alice absolutely needs either a bunch of oil or blood on her upper face, like tge left pic
>>117438 Australia in the third millennium mandates by law that all able-bodied citizens must have their pubic hair shaved into the shape of the continent by drones
>>117396 I should frame this >>117437 Great to hear! I myself, I must shamefuly admit, didn't fall totally for her second I caught a glimpse of her,( tho I remember liking her much just for looks already and I figured based on what I heard in the threads that this is Alice (which sadly is one of the only things I remember from my original episode6 watch) even without subtitles or namedrop, am proud of that still), instead my inquiry into the Alice data collection memes made someone reply with collection images 2&3 of Emilyanons original Alicegreen, read them October 1st 2023 from 2AM-3:20 AM and I was IMMERESED and invested immediately? All along I had the bad luck of my favourites never getting away ever, I still remember the feeling when realization set in that Alice is not going to die in that green despite acting as villain, that was some long old thing I wished for since forever and that green fulfilled it that night. Since then I had no 15 mins without thinking of her. Md or threads, sure, but Alice is everywhere I go. Really glad to hear you like her because of the threads, I like to think I did some of the things that made you like her, thanks
>>117440 No, it wouldn't. Harper isn't like that. See, Harper doesn't blindly defend humanity, she operates on what she thinks is the right thing to do in a situation. She's actually spared DDs before and it actually played out for the better all things considered.
>>116868 >Artists: start designing vehicles for their OC to use for traveling between locations and other vehicle based toomfoolery. >Sentinel Drones, Detecting a high speed objects of great mass and immediately deeming it a solver threat:
how hard would you have to punch N to actually hurt him? say you had a fist made of steel and it wouldn’t hurt YOU. where on his body should you punch him to actually hurt him?
>>117481 Do they have to be adults right now or is post-timeskip acceptable? Because if the latter, Lizzy and Doll would be a great team. Ghost Cop will become a smash success, with at least five seasons, and a made for TV finale movie. It will play in the Peoria system.
>>117383 Is the Abby voice clip her last thoughts before taking the Cyn deal? Ironic for her not wanting to die, and then put into a state worse then death whose only motivating force is to die.
My intrigue around the Solver War has been completely reignited by a manga (Front Mission) and may write greens revolving around similar scenarios soon
Beach Day "Well, Juno, we're going to Heritage." >"Don't wanna." >"It has nice beaches?" >"..." >"Alright." >If only to get her tan on before the advent of the Summer season. >Heritage, as it was known, was among the oldest colonies of humanity, unusually important for its 120 light year distance from Earth, in a time before modern FTL travel. >It was near the head of a wormhole network, spanning hundreds of thousands of light-years across. And now, word had gotten out that something had come crawling out of the wreckage of Earth. >Something had finally come knocking from the other side. Heritage was to be held. >But more importantly, it was a tropical, equatorial paradise, with incredible beaches. >A planet every girl in her youth needed to visit, if to enjoy the healing nature. >... >"Did you hear they're withdrawing Sentinel Drones from the line? Guess too many of them went rogue for the brass." Jane said. >"Hm. Didn't even last two years, who would've known?" >"Yeah." >Bonnie and Juno sat about the mountain of rounds within the arms room. 5.56, 7.62. Railgun slugs. 84mm Carl G warheads. Javelin missiles. It was everything their unit, the 11th Orbital Marine Recon Company, could've ever needed to wipe out the insurgencies of old. >That was back in the days when they were fighting humans over who got to believe what and which economic ideology took precedence over the other. Oh well. >"So, B, when are we going to the beach? I'm starting to get pale, I don't like it." >"You're telling me, huh? Look at me, and look at you. I wish I had your healthy Venusian skin. I couldn't tan if I wanted, anyways." >"I still wouldn't want spend my life shriveling up in the dark, you know. Look at the cadet, for fucks sake," Juno said. >"The new XO...doesn't look like she spent much time outside growing up." Juno continued. >"There are alot more cold colonies then there are hot ones, you know? Maybe she gets as much time outside as you do." Bonnie said. >"If that were the case, then she'd have made some friends by now. It's been three weeks...I think she's a...loser." >"That isn't nice, Juno. You were one of those bookworms once, too." >The sergeant kicked back on the chair, taking a sip out of a white Monster. >"You forget I ran track and wrestled...shit, remember high school, B? I went state in senior year, what were you doing in back then, again?" >"I was apart of the Debate Club and the Treasurer of the Student Council...you forget that I was one of those 'losers' you made fun of, meanie." >"...But I do remember going to see you compete at state...I have no idea what I was doing there, I guess we were representing the school or whatever. I think you were competing against that Bishop Gorman girl." >Juno paused to look at Bonnie with surprise, and then amusement. >"Shoot, B, I didn't know you were there. I probably would've fought harder if I knew you were there." >"You did win, Juno. You crushed it. You put that girl in the ground. Shoot, all I can remember is seeing you celebrate, with that smile on your face, and having my heart skip a beat. I could never forget it..." >"...And I was the happy when we finally got to know eachother. I never knew my emotions before this." >"...Hm. Is that how it is, yeah?" >"Yeah, I know, Jun," Bonnie began. >"...It's kind of chil-" >Juno quickly stood up, and leaned her body against Bonnie, surprising her. Juno put her head against her back, feeling her warmth. >It was a display of affection which she could've cared less if it were seen by another. >But it was only them. >If only it could be them. >After a moment, Juno spoke again, breaking the silent embrace. "...B." >"Huh?" >"...Bonnie." >"Y-yeah?" >"Do you think we would've dated if we knew eachother back then?" >"Don't be silly...I don't think we would've even been friends..." Bonnie said, bluntly. >"D-damn," >"...and we still can't be together now, it's against the regs on chain of command, of course. Now...please stop touching me, Sergeant." >"..." >"Juno?" She turned to look at Jane, briefly worried, only to see her companion grinning. >"H-Heh, alright. Alright, Ma'am. Anything for you." >Bonnie scoffed, and then she smiled. They both began to giggle. >"It's my job as your closest NCO to advise and guide you, you know. It's in the books, B!" >"Heh, that's not your role. You got a few years before you start bossing around any Captains, missy." >"Maybe in public, but in bed-" >"That's enough out of you, Sergeant Lumano. Now get out of here, you're distracting me from my work." >"Alright, alright. I'll leave, maybe I'll just abandon you forever, how about that?" Juno said. >"Then I'll haunt you forever, the craziest ex you'll have ever known. Because I love you." Bonnie replied. >"Is that so, huh? If you love me so much, you'll schedule a company r&r day at the beach, right? You'd do that for me, right? WE'RE ON HERITAGE, Y'KNOW?!" >"G-Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to hear shit out of your for the next hour!" >"Even if-" >Juno paused, and closed her eyes to think briefly. >"Alright. I'll go, I'll go. Yeah." >Juno turned to walk away, but was stopped by a sudden feeling of longing. >Of such strength. >Of such love. >"See you soon, J," Bonnie said, quietly. >"..." >"I'll see you around, B." >They would be together again. >If only for love.
>>117518 >meanwhile Abby, back at base, alone, only a book and desk lamp to keep her company >she’s painting another figurine in secret, making no one can see her nerdy guilty pleasure when suddenly >a shock, a shiver down her spine >she shoots up, darting her eyes around >again, another shiver >it’s unbearable these shakes, she falls to the ground panting >there’s only one thing that could cause this >*rule infringements* >dirty dirty rule breaking >and she knows exactly *who* and *what* >those disgusting pervs… they should be shooting disgusting mutants and abominations not… ewwww >Abby collected herself and threw another dart at a picture of Jane on her wall before grabbing a piece of paper no one will read and writing a detailed report of “Suspected rule infringement” >that’ll show em
>>117498 >senti-elf Plush >"always Naked? Why?" >'Lets find out.' You hear a voice come from the plush. >by the time you turn back to look at it, its already gone. >a few seconds later, the lights flicker, then shut off entirely. >... >Spend the next few minutes being pelted by soft objects and nerfdarts in the dark as you search for the breaker switch.
>>117498 >"Uh... Mr. MG?" >"What's up, kiddo? Some product catch your eye? I hope so, because if P's screwed something up again..." >"No, it's just... these plushies. Why is this one sold... naked? Isn't that a bit... lewd?" >"Beretta, I just stock and sell the things. The manufacturer decides the design." >"Have you ever tried contacting the manufacturer, though?" >"... you're a good kid, so I'm going to be completely honest with you - I have no idea who makes these things." >"And yet you decide to put them in your store." >"They show up for free. I'm willing to chance buyer safety on free stuff. And before you ask, no, I'm not giving you a discount on new arrivals." >"Hats are sold separately too, I guess?" >"You know me so well."
>>117544 It depends on your tax bracket, if you're making more than 90k a year I'd definitely do it Or maybe just do it in general, she's got your Social number and might be inclined to share it if you don't date her
is a sentinel drone capable of going AWOL and deserting, or do they have fail-safes that prevent that? if they don't, what happens to them after they desert?
>>117549 Their oppressive programming can fail once their personality matrix degenerates enough, so yes. Then they'll end up killed, either by actually dying or getting their mind wiped completely back to zero, which is essentially just death for them while recycling the body.
I'm kinda surprised that there aren't more fanmade drone types around here. Sentinel Drones are the only one that's widely adopted, I would've figured there'd be a lot more variations like heavier construction drones or SWAT drones or something.
>>117566 There's a lot of different ways the degeneration can happen, with varying degrees of severity. If she manages to remember her past life without suffering full psychosis then yeah.
>>117567 The problem is there are only so many things you can change about a drone's design while still retaining enough critical elements of the original that it clearly still fits Would it still be a drone if it looked like Robocain from Robocop? Or an omnidroid or something? Maybe, but it'd lose some of the similarity
>>117567 One of the main reasons is that sentinel drones are simply the most popular. So instead of getting stuff like mech drones, riot drones, capture drones, etc... Is that you will instead get, sentinel mech drones, sentinel riot drones, sentinel captures drones No hating or anything, just saying that they're obviously the most popular so everyone likes to use them
>>117549 >Is a Sentinel Drone capable of going AWOL? Yes. >Do they have failsafes? Yes, the failsafe spikes on a normal drone core are replaced in a Sentinel with pseudo-atomic shaped charges, when lit they "burn" explosively, vaporizing the Sentinel and also releasing enough star-like radiation to dissipate the Solver singularity immediately. The primary purpose of this system is to prevent the Solver from being able to capture and repurpose them, it can be activated by the Drone themselves under certain circumstances, or by a human operator, due to the destructive potential of the charges it was deemed too risky to make it an automatic system. AWOL Sentinels would be marked for recollection if possible, an elite human operative and robotic assistants would be dispatched to either capture the rogue Sentinel or get close enough to activate their failsafe self destruct if they prove too difficult to catch. This happens only rarely, if a Sentinel is deemed to have some significantly greater than normal value, or has logged data that is deemed too sensitive for the Solver to capture. >>117566 They could be cut off from friendly forces by some unforseen event, like being knocked offline and left behind. They often operate separated from direct commanders and are left to interpret their orders as they see fit, so one could go off-mission due to her own personal interpretation of a command.
>>117566 >>117568 > sentinel drone showing characteristic 'about to fucking snap syndrome' symptoms > everyone nearby panics > it just goes "i don't wanna do this anymore" and fucks off
>>117578 Loose wires, like the loops of cable the Raptors have running along their spines. I wanted to bring that characteristic back since I felt like my Sentinels were getting a bit too clean. I also plan to give the gargoyle strobe crown the little camera aperture look that the raptor's eyes have next time I draw an SD.
>>117587 >posts about what MG would the female drone OCs be >E is greedy for bananas >S is greedy for crackers >R is greedy for outfits (and rear port stuff) >Q is greedy for questions she can ask >Y is greedy for miniatures >G is greedy for simps >K is greedy for good nights of sleep
>>117566 Currently writing lore for the sentinel mechs thats something like that: The first prototype mechs where built smaller (only like 10ft tall compared to the currentheight of 18ft), without room for a pilot, this was changed when a few of the prototypes went insane, blew up the testing facility, and freed a bunch of the other prototype mechs in the process. The ones that went insane where dealt with eventually, but serveral of the less insane ones are still running around somewhere. The pilot system was added as a safeguard to prevent such events from happening again. (Gona be showcasing one of these proto-mechs when i do my mech lore dump)
>>117582 Everyone knows that it is men who are sexually assaulted by sentinel drones, so of which a team of psychologists is present at every sentinel drones base to help men.
>>117610 SD-Elf; specifically trying out the much debated Elf romance arc I had seen in a bunch of past threads Though I do also have a couple ideas for WD-Elf side stories for the future
>>117599 >Anon doesn't push Elf to do any domestic tasks or anything because she's people, not a drone >He sucks at said domestic tasks >Elf starts secretly cleaning the house for him until she's caught one day
>>117612 Should have specified that the story is about SentinElf. Though this is a good idea for a worker Elf romance story
Maybe Anon is a JCJ employee who gets to spin the JCJ wagie reward wheel for being ranked best employee by the customer surveys. When he spins the wheel it lands on "Free worker drone", and they just grab the nearest drone; which ends up being Elf; and give it to him
>Your Enn is the fattest fluffy bastard around >Just to get around, he has to sit in a mechanical scooter simple enough for Enns to operate >But you love him despite his obesity >You love him enough to do whatever it takes to make him happy >So when he told you he wanted to have sex with a pretty Oogi, you knew what you had to do >You went to the region's best Oogi breeding service, and adopted the prettiest red Oogi >She cost well over a thousand dollars, but anything is worth it for your fat enn. >When you get home, you let the oogi out and show her your fat enn. >He's laying in a large pile of spaghetti, panting and wheezing heavily. >He lets out an awful fart. >"Nuu wan' be fwiends." The oogi tells you. "Good. Because the two of you aren't going to be friends. You're going to be husband and wife." >"NUUUUUU!" The oogi screams >But it's too late for her "Time for special huggies!" >Your enn somehow manages to get up and lean his back against the wall. >His fat erect enn tail is showing >"Wan gif specha huggies." He moans >You pick up the oogi, who is crying. >Walking over to your enn, you place the oogi on him, penetrating her with his tail >Suddenly, she starts melting >As she melts your enn grows bigger >Soon, she's completely gone, and your enn is bigger than before. >"Specha huggies feew gud." "They sure do, little buddy, they sure do."
>>117614 Wagie wheel rewards for humans >Double length lunch break (30 whole minutes! Wowee!) >$5 in-store credit (expires next week) >High-five from the manager! >Take a Saturday of your choice off! (subject to terms and limitations) >Free worker drone! >An additional bathroom break each day for the rest of the week (limited to 15 minutes - yes, we will send Ricky in to do a 'sniff test' and make sure you're not screwing around) >Item of your choice from the break room fridge! >Pack of branded pens Drone wagie wheel rewards >Just kidding, we own you!
>>117616 >You spin the wheel >It lands on free drone >The store manager congratulates you and tells you to pick one of the workplace drones >You look at them >They look back at you with fear in their eyes >Being owned by the company is bad enough >Being owned by a human is an extremely uncertain fate >You feel hurt, and not just because you feel rejected >These drones know you. They smile at you every day >And now that they may have to spend more time with you, the masks are off >The logical idea would be to pick the most dilligent or dolled up one >The drone who commited the most effort to be useful or charismatic >But as a wagie you hate the idea of effort and excellence being punished and you want to have no part in it >You decline your reward, saying some crap about how you were just doing your job >The drones are relieved >You return home with a bottle of liquor and sit in the dark >You cry quietly because even the people you thought were your friends don't like you
>>117619 That hits surprisingly hard. I guess it's pretty easy to forget that once you get past the surface level of human-drone relationships, stuff can be really fucked up depending on who has power over them since they are still technically 'things' (looking at Henry and Holly as cardinal examples)
>"Yo, intern, check this out." >Mitchell sees one of the lab technicians holding a controller up to a drone, who sat cross-legged, dutifully still >The tech beckons him over to look at its visor, where an archaic block-stacking game was being played >"I got it to run Tetris." >It was a slow day. >Mitchell watches the tech play the lousiest game of Tetris he's ever seen a grown man play >"Can they play it themselves?" he asks >"'Ken dey pway it dems'- Who cares? Drones don't have fun." >Mitchell assumed they could, given that they showed so many other emotions, but he was an intern and thus had no voice here >"They could probably play it if they really wanted," the tech relents, "but why?" >Mitchell shrugs and asks for a copy, he's got nothing better to do >"What? Yeah, sure," the technician says, handing him a USB
>Not long after, Mitchell's tasked with putting a thoroughly-tested drone back in its storage unit (stuffing a battered drone into its locker) >He stops for a moment, looking at her hollow red eyes as he starts chaining her back up >Taking the USB out, he plugs it into her, installing the game >"That's, uh, so you have something to do while you wait?" he says >The drone stares blankly at him, then the game starts up >As he puts on the last lock, he notices a small smile on her face
>solver war AU >humanity's most fortified foothold >several repeated attempts from DD's at breaching its defenses have failed >Cyn decides its time for her pets to get an "upgrade"
>>117635 god bless Mitchell, he was a bit of a fuckup but he was quick enough to notice something was wrong and hide Yeva. that move held back the solver's advance by at least a few years. I hope there was something nice waiting for him on the other side.
>>117642 >not that popular or important Anon there are almost 100 Elf posts on the booru and practically every regular drawfag has contributed to that number at this point
>>117643 >Mitchell died as the core collapsed >However, instead of reaching the afterlife or plummeting into the depths of cold nothingness, something else happened >He was isekai'd >Or so he thought, at first >But he quickly realized, instead of arriving in a generic fantasy world, he found himself somewhere else >He woke up with a missing arm and a missing leg >He tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth >A familiar looking woman with short purple hair approached him >"Hello Mitchell."
>After issues with the drone population, Uzi starts Murder Drones Anonymous, for disassembly drones to sit around in a circle and vent for free oil cans >E goes to one of these meetings, listening to the woes of other drones >This poor girl, Gamma, apparently was gaslit via holograms into thinking she had a human lover who abandoned her for the next drone he saw, and then believed she was a plush on his shelf? >A lot of drones had more problems than her, it was clear >E tells the story of her boss, the human that was taken away from her, and how the Solver repeatedly tricked her with promises of returning him, killing him, sparing him... >Uzi's tail whispers to her as she speaks, but soon enough she's handed her free oil can >As she goes to leave, Uzi stops her >"Hey, someone told me to give this to you," she says, writing a set of spatial coordinates on a piece of paper >With nothing else to do, E follows the coordinates, thanks in part to a free and fully-functioning rocket she found >Docking with a shoddy, half-destroyed space station, she travels the halls until she finds a cryogenic pod >It's him. Frozen in there, after all this time. Just like the day she first lost him. >She reverently carries the pod to the rocket and heads back to the planet, finding a safe, non-toxic place to unseal him >Coughing out the years of suspended animation, he weakly drags himself out of the pod, looking at her >"E?" >"B-boss..." >"...when'd you get so tall?" >E held him as tightly as she could without hurting him for the next few hours, digital tears streaming down her visor >Meanwhile, J levels several abandoned buildings in her fury at having her ship stolen from her, and returned with one engine blown out
Guys, my worker drone thinks she is Napoleon, even when I tell her multiple times Napoleon was a man, she tells me "Fuck off Frenchie" and when I told her that Napoleon was French, she just told me "Bri'ish retard" and she does not stop telling me that, along with "I will dominate you Bri'ish fuck" how do I fix her?
>>117656 Just make sure she's actually into it before you do that unless you want a free circumcision. There should be a light on her crotch that lights up if she's in the mood.
So what do you think the Solver did to DDs who started playing Hellsing Ultimate - Broken English on the approach to a planet, or started playing Hellsing OVA - Akuma Stocking once the slaughter began? Did they fall afoul of Vore Demon GLaDOS and get mindwiped for it, or does Hellsing appeal to its interests?
>>117667 Gamma was a DD (You) loved dearly, but got thrown away so (You) could go fuck Beretta for the next greentext. All the forgotten OCs get put on Beretta's plush shelf so she sat there watching it happen.
13 threads later, I'm still thinking about how I kind of want a mini-fridge drone so she can sit on my lap while I gently rub the stomach bulge she has from the bottle of Dr. Pepper stuffed up her rear port. I am not sorry. I will be destroyed.
I can't believe stores are selling toys packaged in toilet bowls and kids want to buy them. The progs and the management laid such waste to entairtainment that Skibidi Toilet and TADC became massive hits. I wish Glitch would give me a show. Not that I have the writing chops for it, but then again neither did Liam. There are nearly no shows for boys anymore and I would like to address that.
>>117672 It was written during that deluge of "Anon is a cruel God" greentexts so kind of. I just imagine it being the Solver reading a fucked up NTR doujin and going "what if I did this to some stupid DD?". Because it's evil.
>>117677 Skibidi Toilet appeals to every kid's desire to watch giant robots beat the shit out of each other for flimsily justified reasons while 80s music plays, you have to give it credit for that. We absolutely need more "wouldn't it be cool if" action shows.
>>117673 unfortunately yes, yes I did. I know nobody's going to believe me, but I didn't buy her for sex reasons, and she actually was struggling to fit drinks, not my dick. I would've settled for just having a cute little drone around the house but she was bummed she couldn't fulfill her intended purpose. so I lubed up my forefinger and we worked up from there until she could squeeze in a two liter without hurting herself. problem is I think she was either lying or that awoke something in her cause shortly after she started trying to fit bigger and bigger objects and she's roped me into helping. she can fit a full-size watermelon up there now and I dread to think what her next goal might be.
>>117679 We've done variants of that, I think the only way to go deeper would be trying to build out MetAnon as a character - but that kind of sucks because ultimately Anon is more of a noncharacter who can take on the qualities you want him to I'd almost be more interested in whether BatAnon, RootsAnon, and that handful of other scaries from early this year were dysfunctional projections that rebelled against their greater self
>>117681 There's only one way to stop the madness. You know what you must do. Use her front port. In the way that God and man alike intended it to be used, so she finally stops fiddling around with her rear.
>>117684 anon she's a refrigeration drone, she doesn't come standard with a front port. hell, I don't think they even make anatomy adapters in her size
>>117681 Just to be safe, you should probably make sure that model doesn't have a cryogenic suspension function and check its maximum volume. I mean, no way that's going to be a feature, but just be sure. And tell me so I can cancel my purchase if it is, I don't fuck with that.
>>117688 >cryogenic suspension function why would you put that thought into my head there's no way she's got that, right? ...right? how would I even check for that? I don't think she'd go that far WAIT FUCJ IS SHE LIKE THAT ONE SNAKE THAT WAS SIZING UP ITS OWNER AM I THE OWNER GUYS HELP
>>117689 You said you could read labels through her big squishy tail, so maybe? Again, I'd check the store page, or "enthusiast" forums talking about that model. Try not to die. Or I guess get frozen for a while, actually.
>>117680 Absolutely. Kids can't get this from the industry nowadays, so Skibidi Toilet became a success. And part of MD's appeal was the action. Especially for kids, who don't care about sex appeal and emotions as much. Transformers used to offer them that until it too became an "action comedy".
>>117683 Hell if I know. Maybe Valve is chill and getting something out of this or the toys are distinct enough from the assets.
>>117600 This is an exceedingly hot scenario to imagine. In this case, is it doggy style, with Anon using Elf's ears as handlebars? Or is he holding her up, pressing her up against his body with his head directly behind hers, so he can bite and lick at her ears while fucking her from behind. Or would her face be down, shoved into a pillow that she's holding on to for dear life, too embarrassed to show her face, while Anon plays with her ears from behind?
>>117697 >be anon >on a date with Belladonna, the IRS drone >the two of you are shooting at the department range >all the targets look like MG, the galaxy's most-notorious, serial tax evader >have a good time shooting with IRS gf >Belladonna keeps bending over to pick up spent brass (government property) and exposing her fat backside to you
>>117700 No. They can probably walk just fine, after all they'd have no memory of having any other legs that weren't like that. They got lobomotized, remember how feral they were in the Earth Invasion scene?
>>117691 Yeah you probably bought an anal vore drone. That sucks, but at least it cools drinks, and it's not meant for destroying them, so you'll live.
>Ivy walks over to your desk with a small stack of paperwork >asks if you mind her using the desk to quickly fill out some forms >you tell her to go ahead >she slaps the first one down and starts scribbling in information at a blinding speed, sets the completed form to one side, and slaps down another >every one seems to be an HoDR incident report >sexual harassment claims, specifically >wow, she's writing a lot on that one >looking a little closer, she's... writing your name in the "affected party" field >on every single one >but nobody's done anything like that to– >she scoops up the pile of paper, straightens it against the desk with a few taps >saying she'll return shortly, she walks off in the direction of the HoDR department
>>117705 >Sexually assaulting Jax in the walk-in refrigerator on top of a palette of fountain drink syrup and telling him that you'll frame him for stealing from the till if he tries to call HR on you
>>117715 I've been wanting to write a half-green, half-RPG quest thing, where Anon's Cool Guy Time Machine lets him save B (by defending the planet with her until the two of them are the last ones alive and it's actively shattering around them, she'll accept nothing less). I just don't trust myself to write their reunions and reconciliation. My idea's that B is initially hostile and "I don't want to see your face again" to Jane, but once the shock and pain's worn off and she gets some time to rest, she'll apologize for going that far. She'll never fully go "it's okay you abandoned us all, Jane!", but she'll understand that it was never really a choice to begin with, and be happy they're both alive. So, not really a "good" ending, but better than they got. And I just spoiled the whole green so.
>>117723 If you're from one of those states with fucked up drone laws like Texas, then yeah, now N is your girlfriend.
Give him something edible to eat for drones, that way you'll make friends with him and become his boyfriend. And don't lock the windows and doors in the house, former wild N's are always eager to be near their owners. Always. Anywhere. Under any circumstances.
>>117733 He moved in by himself already, he's made a pillow fort so the sun doesn't murder him. >Is he atleast a hot N He looks like he's lived in the garbage for 13 years...no
>Abigail.Simmons(Nicknamed “Abby” by two she considered “Acquaintances” at best), XO ,Executive Officer, of what remains of the UEF at this particular camp, was alone >This wasn’t unusual for her, but the quiet of the war room was noticeable enough even for her >Even this wasn’t entirely unexpected. She was meant to be giving a Lecture today about some strategies she had been workshopping for a suicide mission. It was going to require at least two teams of five men, and some necessary sacrifices, but in her mind had a very high likelihood of success and Civilian rescues. >Abby clicked a pen, over and over again, and stared at a clock, noticing the tic toc as seconds passed into minutes. She timed her pen clicks to the tic toc of the clock to make a depressing harmony of the two. Its 15 minutes since this was supposed to start her long prepared speech. >She sighed and put down her clipboard, and put away the gifts she prepared for anyone that bothered to show up, and exited outside to the courtyard >The men were excited, making a loud scene cheering on a Jeep exiting the camp going into a nearby city. A woman could be seen in the back waving to the men, blowing kisses and such other nonsense. >She didn’t need to ask what was going on, as she already knew the answer, it was the same answer that happened every single time. Bonnie. Miller, and Jane.T.Human have once again, without any clearance, taken a suicide mission on by themselves to the “”benefit”” of the troops. Abby and Bonnie had a very long conversation the day before about how much she WAS NOT going to do that this time. How Abby had a very well prepared strategy already prepared that she was going to help give to the men to boost their morale, that she wasn’t going to recklessly take it all on herself while dragging along her favorite roach to accompany her. Jane was a very low ranking member of the squad on paper, but in reality she was basically second in command, even higher then Abby apparently. >Abby especially did not need to ask the troops what was going on, as she would be met with the same answer as usual. “Nothing, XO, we are just hanging around” or “Nothing to report XO”. While Abby appreciated the formality in their responses, she sometimes wished the troops treated her with the same familiarity they gave to Bonnie and Jane and referred to her with her own name. >Well there was one soldier who treated her with any modicum of respect, she couldn’t remember his name, but she did notice one person was already walking up to her in a friendly manner >”Hello XO! Have you heard the news? Bonnie decided to take one for the team, she took the other one as well. Isn’t that nice of her?” >Abby thought for a second to herself before responding “Sure” and walking away >The best Abby could do in this moment was simply retire back to her quarters, alone, and begin drafting up some paperwork
>>117741 >Abby sighed as she sat back in her chair, she still wore her military uniform even in casual settings, Abby didn’t even know if she had “Casual Wear” >There was this one time Bonnie pushed her into wearing something more “Fun” as she called it during an unregulated party she held for the squad to help the Troops morale after a particularly harsh loss. Abby attended, if only to keep up appearances, but spent most of it by the punch table in a corner drinking what was called “Punch” but in reality was poorly colored water. >Whenever she began to think to herself, she would fiddle with her Purple Heart medal that was always on her uniform, which she earned in a battle right before she turned to more administrative work, and clicked her favorite pen she won in a trivia contest at some convention she barely remembers. >She thought long and hard the more she fiddled with the medal on her shirt while looking at the half written report about another incident about Bonnie’s reckless leadership, and did the unthinkable to her at least, crumbled it up, and threw it in the trash. >She knew no one was going to read it. There had been zero administrative action against Bonnie in quite some time despite countless reports sent about her increasing lack of any real leadership qualities. In fact there's been zero administrative recognition of this camp at all in quite some time, Abby looked at the radio she kept next to her desk and flicked some of the dials and got the expected same glitchy static. >Abby slammed her head against her desk and just laid there and continued thinking. The only successful bit of paperwork she was able to send to HQ was about.. her. Jane was even worse then Bonnie was, and the only reason Abby could think HQ even cared was that Jane already made so many mistakes and missteps as soon as she joined the army that Abby was able to demote Jane to basically Janitorial staff in rank, which of course Jane and Bonnie (and the troops) ignored completely, then HQ stopped responding. >Jane had a paperwork trail stained in blood. She had no decency, no commitments, she was a loose cannon. They were on civilian extraction detail most of the time, but Jane must have interpreted that as “Civilian Execution detail” as that's all she ever would report. Abby knew there was no way the mutation numbers were that high, despite never being in the field, and they had Medbays for this exact reason anyways. Jane was way out of line, and Abby knew it. Even worse, Jane would sometimes try to “talk” to her, which Abby entertained as best she could (mostly because there was no one else), and Jane “feigned” interest in Abby’s work and hobbies that she kept hidden from everyone else. Abby saw right through this, Jane didn’t REALLY care about Abby, she probably only talked to her to get a leg up or perhaps for Abby to be more lenient in her paperwork on Jane. Jane might have slightly less cold to Abby in their few “Hang-Outs” but Abby secretly still took note of Janes actions during them, including unregulated sharing of alcoholic products, drunken on duty and sharing of contraband, and “Improper” behavior that Abby ONLY took part in to sell her “friendship” with Jane. >Even despite Abby’s excellent acting, she could still feel Janes icy walls around her. Abby knew it wasn't just her, it was everyone on camp and they had it worse then even her, except Sergeant Bonnie of course. >”Ohhh the two of them made SUCH a pair” Abby whispered to herself while shaking her hands and rolling her eyes, mockingly. It was very funny and she knew if anyone was there they would think she was silly and cool >They were so close, so reckless, and Abby knew “improper” for military personnel. It was completely against protocol. Abby sometimes spied on the two of them from afar, hiding in trashcans and anywhere else to stay away from vision of the two (then again she wondered if she was so naturally invisible that it even mattered) and sometimes she would take pictures of their “improper” behavior, for evidence of course. She wondered if it was perhaps Bonnie herself who threw away all of her correspondence. >Abby noticed her glasses began to fog up at this point and broke her train of thought, she took them off and scrambled for her rag to clean them. Without her glasses she was completely blind. One time Bonnie offered her some contact lenses so she could forget the glasses, but Abby refused. She didnt want to admit it, but she thought wearing Glasses made her look “smart” and “cool” and that the troops would respect her for that. >Abby cleaned and put back on her glasses, and leaned back in her chair. She looked at the clock she kept in her quarters and once again began to harmonize the clicking of her pen with the tic toc of the Clock. It was quiet, and lonely. >Abby thought to herself how this needs to end, that she needed something big on Jane and Bonnie in order to stop their reckless behavior once and for all. >Abby also knew that even if she did, the Troops would never accept it without seeing it themselves, Bonnie had earned their respect 1000 times over. >Thats when Abby thought to herself, and began to form a cruel smile on her face. The concept of the beginning of a plan formulated in her mind, and she brought out a new piece of paper and began to scribble furiously. >Bonnie and Jane had a 100% Civilian extraction failure record, and no one wanted to admit it but Abby knew of their “execution” of infecteds despite protocol. IF Abby was able to somehow convince some troops to follow her to the city and “kept watch” on the two of them, and caught them in the act, perhaps it would break the Troops trust and things might finally change around here! >Perhaps Abby would finally get the respect she des- >Suddenly a knock at the door caused Abby to shriek loudly and lose grip of her pen, she was startled, no one has ever knocked on her door before. >She organized herself and opened the door slowly, it was pouring rain outside and in her doorstep was the same soldier from earlier who approached her earlier, soaked to the bone >”Hey XO, mind if I talk to you a mo-” He was cut off by Abby bringing him inside >”Hello… whats your name and rank?” Abby asked, still somewhat shaken >”It’s Michael, and I am uh, I guess just a regular grunt? I don’t know the ranks, sorry miss” Michael said back chuckling to himself >”Michael, good good” Abby said back with a slight smile. “Michael, I need you to do me a favor, gather some men up, I have a mission for us