Merry Christmas to everyone! Hope everyone is having a joyful time! How do you think drones celebrate this occasion? How does JcJenson (In Spaceeee) capitalizes Christmas? What about new years? The holly jolly Booru: https://dronebooru.co The festive ol' wheel with OCs and stuff: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The merry OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Ho-Holy Thread : >>126180
>>127127 Lucky, I want one too! He's so full of holiday cheer and only a little more socially awkward than I am! >>127123 Elf is actually the one who is racist, pretending to be an elf despite not having an affinity for elf culture. She doesn't make shoes, cookies in a tree, or in Santa's workshop, while Buddy the Elf makes toys
>>127148 >All across the galaxy, billions of Drones spontaneously turn into coal statues >Forever their agony in their final moments is preserved in time
>>127119 showing Tessa all the horrible fates she could have met or continues to suffer through in countless universes might actually scare some sense into her. or maybe show young Tessa her future self, who murders her beloved N and brings misery to the others
>There'll be parties for hosting >Marshmallows for toasting >And caroling out in the snow >There'll be scary ghost stories >And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago
>>127146 Steelbox release of the complete series of Remnant Her parents having enough free time to watch it with her and N An invite to Thad's Christmas party Nobody freaking out when she shows up in the family Christmas photo in Solverpede form because cameras, like mirrors, can't be fooled by Solver illusions
My Holiday Drone fears that she's outlived her usefulness, how do I dispose of her without her knowledge? The Cryo-Drone I was gifted is much more versatile and all-seasonal
Guys I banged my Elf unit last night and she said today that she'd have a special present for me in a few months before running her hands over her torso and blushing
Does this mean that she's going to knit me a stomach warmer or something?
hey guys I found this Christmas drone with a bunch of dents in her head discarded on a street corner, I think she's salvageable. tips on rehabilitating abused drones?
>>127186 I poked at her tummy with my fingers and she giggled and said to stop tickling her. >>127189 Nuh uh! >>127190 When she turns invisible she turns completely invisible, I can't see inside her stomach like that.
>>127194 The core safety interlocks have not engaged, and the singularity is still active? Citizen, please remain calm and do not move from your current position. Do not turn off your computer or mobile device. Do not touch or approach the Drone, warn all other citizens to remain at least 100m away from yourself and the drone. A retrieval and disposal team has been dispatched to your location and will arrive in ten minutes or less by repulsorcraft. Please comply with any and all directions given by the retrieval team, do not under any circumstances resist or attempt to flee the scene. Thank you for your compliance citizen!
>>127199 Don't worry about this notice, JCJ has AIs (not even drones) post this boilerplate shit, and they maybe send one intern if you posted info they can follow up on. Just take the drone and walk away. Corp isn't gonna spend manpower tracking down one zombocore out of dozens that crop up every day.
merry Christmas fellas! have a lovely, blessed Christmas and a wonderful new year, chase your goals, and most of all, spend time with your family and friends:]
>>127217 what OC sdid on christmas >john drunk >jane drunk, after about a shot and a half of light tequila >Beretta celebrated with her family, alongside auntie V and J. nothing bad happened, except J got way too drunk and started crying >Serial designation E christmas caroled around town for 72 hours straight >Serial designation Y Her and squad reenacted the 1914 christmas truce. She then got drunk off a single piece of alcoholic chocolate and peed herself in public. Delta carried her out as she vomited on him. >Lucy Locked in the holiday closet >Abby >Was stalking Jane, fail girled her way into getting lost in the asbestos snow. >Akita Uzi bought her a dildo for christmas. Something something “biological nature”. She is mortified, none of the drones understand. >Serial designation MG Doesn’t celebrate christmas, or hanukkah, or anything. Made a killing selling holiday themed stuff though, so he was happy >Serial Designation Q Revealed her pregnancy to a hundred thousand viewers on live TV. Bet didn’t even know. >Elf got impregnated for christmas >Switch doesn’t celebrate christmas, worked the chinese restaurant where MG eats >Amy delivered said chinese food around town. the grind doesn’t stop. >Blondi posted on the internet about how “christmas isn’t how it used to be when she was a kid, it’s over.” Beretta then got off the computer and went to eat dinner. >Cici Working that day. No days off for her. >Buckety and Leg Poured a ton alcohol into the bucket and the two got fucking wasted >Jo faucet ???? >Pepper “Wanna sprite cranberry?” > >Serial designation B Got drunk, felt guilty afterwards. She can’t keep lying to herself >Serial designation H Got drunk, slept with Irma under influence >Serial designatuon L Pretended to be drunk. Got rejected by everybody >SD-Eye Went caroling with E. Surprisingly a very talented singer. >Serial designation K Cuddles with Catherine >Serial designation M Celebrated christmas by herself. Didn’t attend the party with Xi or Zeta. >Overkill Had to pull guard duty due to insulting a commander for being Jewish >P(imp) baked cookies, gingerbread houses for needy kids, volunteered at the soup kitchen. He is actually a faithful Christian underneath. His church calls him “the monk” due to his well known celibacy. >Serial designation R, Worked retail for the season, memorized the Mariah Carey song, too mentally exhausted to do anything crazy. >Izu and Outposf-6 friends They all celebrated her birthday! Happy birthday, Izu!
>>127233 It sounds like everyone had about the best holiday they could ask for (at least until George Droid steals all their presents during his celebration of Kwanza)
>>127233 Bro it was crazy when Q did the pregnancy reveal thing, but it was even crazier when Bet fainted and revived and fainted again and fell down a conveniently placed flight of stairs, landed on a unicycle, peddled unconscious over a tank full of sharks, and did a backflip through a flaming hoop before Q caught him in her arms I can't wait to find out how violent and excessive the gender reveal will be
>>127233 >Lucy >Locked in the holiday closet maybe insisting she is helps you sleep at night, but we all know she's been very busy this season. first with the wassailing dressed as Mari Lwyd, then giving the Christmas Carol ghosts treatment to several SDs, and finally punishing all the naughty drones a la Krampus.
>>127212 >The Dude takes a swig of oil and now has solver powers, but must continue to consume oil or else he'll die >"This can't be good for me, but I feel great."
Ahhhhr my heart so cute so cozy so sweet Alice! She is so perfect for cold snowy winter nights, it fits so well, like she's made for it! Mercurial you drew this I think, I never recognized it till now, your best piece imo thanks !🙌💯
>The Outpost 3 Columbarium had become a lot quieter in the past twentysomething years. >With the Disassembly Drones variously either integrated into the Worker Drones' society, institutionalized, or never seen again (except by their weary admin) after staying outside past the break of dawn, mortality rates had dropped to "peacetime" levels. >Visitation rates remained much the same though. Everyone had lost friends or family over the years. >Through Negev Doorman's stanky old wizard eyes, the place was as crowded as it must have been during the darkest days of the "bunker era". Majority of drone ghosts seem to prefer sticking around their graves, since human ghosts would too according to the pre-core collapse media the humans left behind. >"So, who are we here for?" asked her brother Mac. Negev needed a minder when she was out and about, to make sure she didn't do anything like eat bugs or start screaming at things only she could see and to stabilize her if she started having another dissociative episode. Beretta was off introducing Jane to the Star Wars Holiday Special, so the duty of caring for Negev fell to Mac. >"Just some people. Came to deliver their Christmas presents," Negev responded, pulling a beat-up old backpack with bat wings from her back. >"Why are we leaving things at these niches specifically? Is this some schizo thing?" >Negev looked over her shoulder back to her brother, a 'there you go again' dullness in her ever-weary eyes. "You wouldn't get it," she muttered as she unzipped the backpack. >"So this is some schizo thing," Mac concluded. He buttoned the collar on his coat. "Robo-Goddamnit, it's freezing here. Can't believe you don't feel it." >Rebecca, piggybacking on Mac, stifled a giggle. >The Doorman kids, plus their hitchhiker, walked the grounds of the columbarium looking for whatever seemingly arbitrary niches Negev had offerings for. Eventually, Negev's scampering halted in front of one ("Ugh, FINALLY," groaned Rebecca): In loving memory DOLL BERLIOZ 3053-3071 Beloved daughter & bestie Rest in peace, Babe-a-tron >Yeah, Lizzy had this plaque done, Negev thought. >"I really gotta drop in on Lizzy next year, see what she and Doll do that it was more important than helping us drop off her friggin' Christmas present," Rebecca groused. >Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out a few packs of basketball cards and left them on the ledge of the niche. Never before had she been so grateful-or grateful at all, this being her first time and all-that the niches here were deep enough to leave real offerings in them. >"Okay, next one on the list," Negev told Mac as she zipped up and donned her backpack. Then she saw something unusual in an adjacent niche. "Wait, no." Negev went over. It was Dolls parents' niche. Anime figurines had been left on both sides. "Grandma, that is just classic you," Negev said with a smile. >Mac stooped down to see. Then he laughed. "Great choice of anime boobs, Grandma. Didn't know you were that thirsty for Yeva." >Rebecca cleared her throat, causing Mac to jerk up from the sudden chill. "Like, you know where mine is, right, crazy kid?" Rebecca asked. Negev shook her head no, to Mac's confusion. "Okay, go right-your right-from here..." >Before long, they reached the second niche on Negev's list: REBECCA CAPPELLETTI 3053-3071 LOVED BY MANY >Rebecca snrked. "Whoever did this has no idea just how many... Seriously, Negev, ask me for makeout tips in the future. I know everything you'd ever need to know." As Rebecca talked, Negev got her backpack open again and pulled out a large bottle of strawberry-scented conditioner before putting it on the ledge of Rebecca's niche. >Mac suddenly got a sinking feeling in his gut and didn't know why. >"Last stop," Negev grunted. She looked over her brother's shoulder. >"If you're seeing something, please don't freak out... not here, not on Christmas..." Mac moaned. >"I'll tell you when you're getting warmer," Rebecca told Negev. Negev nodded and scurried off, her brother not far behind and remembering Gollum guiding Frodo and Sam through the Dead Marshes.
>>127260 >"Negev!" Emily cried as her first friend in years pulled up to her niche. "I'd have waved, but..." the headless girl sheepishly smiled, before her eyes went hollow. "Is that your brother?!" she asked. "You never told me he was so..." Emily trailed off and began slowly walking towards Mac. Ignoring this, Negev put her backpack down in front of her last stop: EMILY KATCHADOURIAN 3053-3071 "I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in Me, even if he dies, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die." >Negev pulled out a book of Earth history, and left it in Emily's niche. After zipping up her backpack one last time, Negev turned around to see Rebecca from behind Mac's shoulder at Emily, who was holding her head up so she could make direct eye contact. Negev was not liking the vibes her friends were putting out. >"Okay, we're done. Can we go now? I'm freezing my tail off here." >And clearly neither was her brother. >"Excuse me!" a stern fatherly voice called out. All four looked in the direction it came from. "Are you Uzi Doorman's kids, by chance?" >Coming up were two drones: a woman with a purse and a beehive hairdo, and a man with a push broom mustache so long it nearly covered his mouth. Both had the same light blue eye as Emily, who ran over to their side. >"Yeah," Mac said, relaxing as the cold slightly abated. "I'm just here to make sure my sister doesn't have another episode." >Negev swallowed. "Are you related to Emily Katchadourian, by chance?" >"We're her parents," the woman said. The Doorman siblings' and even Rebecca's eyes hollowed. "We know she'd have loved the gift, but is there any particular reason you left that book at the grave of a girl who passed away before you were born?" >Negev's eyes stayed hollow, as she considered how to answer this without sounding like she should be put away again. "I just felt like doing something good for some people here. It's Christmas, and all that, heh..." >"She said I wouldn't get why we visited the graves we did, but she left stuff at those too," Mac added as Mr. and Mrs. Katchadourian approached. >Emily's dad became lost in thought, as her mom pulled some votive candles out of her purse and set them next to her daughter's niche. As she struggled with the matches, he spoke up: >"You're that Negev girl, right? You were the talk of Outpost 3 for a minute years back." >"Yeah, that's me," Negev muttered. >"That explains some things, dear," Mrs. Katchadourian said to her husband as she paused her attempts to light the candles. >"Glad to see you're well enough to be let outside," Mr. Katchadourian said. "The two of us, we never thought you were a lost cause. Can't say the same about anyone else we talked about you with." He turned to look at Mac. "You're a M- you're... like your father, aren't you?" >"Are you asking me for help lighting those candles?" Mac said with a sigh. "Because I can do it," he said as one hand retracted to be replaced with a grill lighter, which he started warming his other hand around. "I'd like to leave soon, but I can do it." >"Robo-God bless you, dear," Mrs. Katchadourian said. Behind her, Emily blushed. >Mac got down and lit the candles. >"Emily was the light of our life," Mr. Katchadourian said forlornly. "We didn't know what to do when we lost her. But she would have wanted us to keep supporting the community, not get lost in despair." He was about to put his hand on Negev's shoulder, but stopped when she recoiled at the prospect of being touched. >"Yeah. Spirit of the season and all that," Negev said with a nervous chuckle as she pulled her hands back into the slightly too long sleeves of her sweatshirt. >"You're good kids, you know that?" Mr. Katchadourian continued. >"I got that a lot from the nurse who gave me my meds in the morning, yeah," Negev said. Another nervous chuckle. "Mac's right though, we gotta leave soon. Our grandparents have their own Christmas thing tonight and we gotta help them with that." >"You take care of that now, then," Mrs. Katchadourian said. "Merry Christmas!" all three Katchadourians said as they started to walk away. >"Merry Christmas!" the Doormans and their hitchhiker called back from the opposite direction. >As they left, Negev faintly heard Doll laughing uproariously and smiled. She clearly found the Robertsons Nori left at her mom's grave.
>>127260 >>127261 Based canon green! Gave me inspiration for a story with Negev, Alice&Beau, there will likely nothing come from it but I wanna try anyways Doll laughing like that is nice too
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>>127271 >Beau Ghost rules I have my stories work on is that ghosts are people who died in pic related. While I have seen a case argued for ghost Alice, Beau seems to have died at peace.
>>127273 Alice fought for survival for years after being abandoned underground and died unceremoniously as a result of her bully's child. she's gotta have some unfinished business there
>>127279 That's the case I was referring to. I personally don't see Alice as having either of those as her dominant emotions at the moment she died, but I haven't seen episode 6 since it came out so I could be remembering her death wrong.
>>127282 No.. but. ill keep note of that if i ever decide to draw the thing. id refer the fridge drone greens but i cant find them, they started weird, then neat, then weird again.
The fact there isn't more widespread bitching on 4chan about the new 15 minute timer has solidified that the site is mostly newfags and bots at this point for me.
>>127308 Anon later showed up at Harper's door in an abominable snow monster costume. He was chased out by Harper with a broom. It was an accident but things like that happen suspiciously often.
>>127273 I was gonna go with Beau being a ghost only since I do not consider Alice dead due to the lack of finality her damage has to her. Will tell more tomorro goodnight
>>127336 >Cyn specifically props up Bonnies decaying corpse up somewhere and forces it to participate in the festive season, putting on festive clothes and lights, a plate of cookies and milk, even getting the skeleton a little gift. >No one knows she does this, its only for her own amusement
>>127357 I don't know. Honestly I never thought that far ahead. The Hatman is apparently an urban legend people see when overdosing on Benadryl, there have been documentaries about this
Good god i should be asleep. WHATEVER. Heres some more human Y(vvone) because uh practice I guess I dunno, i've never drawn a backshot before. I am so tired.
Coin operated toy, sitting on the shelf, she is just a toy. But i turn her on and she comes to life Automatic joy That is why i want A Coin Operated toy Made of plastic and elastic She is soft and long lasting Who ever ever ask for more? Love without complications galore Many shapes and weights to choose from I will never leave my bedroom I will never cry at night again Wrap my arms around her and pretend. Coin Operated toy All the other real Ones that i destroy Cannot hold a candle To my new toy and I'll Never let her go And ill never be alone And ill never let her go And ill never be alone go And ill never be alone go Go Go Go Not with my Coin Operated toy
>>127384 I guess if you're built different 💀 (woman) then you could, fair enough I just want femN to be a cute lil housewife who goes to couple's bridge games with me and read in a cozy nook with me while a fire burns i'm the fireplace and go on drives with me through the mountains on a cool spring morning while the sun rises
I want to give FemN all of myself, to love her so that all my thoughts are only about her and only about making her happy. I want to hug her, kiss her, caress her, I want to be by her side while my short-lived meat shell fades under the unrelenting pressure of time, so that at the end I can hug her, our children and our grandchildren on my deathbed. I need FemN.
>>126358 >… >”What was that?” You turn around and glare at the disassembler. >”I said that you should pull that stick out of your ass, ya twat.” The disassembler shoots back with a glare of his own. >”Oh really? The way I see it, you should be the one to do so when someone tells you to get lost and you don’t.” >”Lucky, please stop…” Chiappa tugs at your arm but you pull it away. A small crowd has gathered around you three. >”You know…” You say as you rub your chin. “…even the bullies back at Outpost-3 have more standards than you. They never called my sister a slut. Matter of fact, this is the first time someone called her that and it had to be someone like you.” >Chiappa tugs you again but you ignore her. “I’ve only been here for three days and already despise this place. You are just one of the ‘people’ here trying to prove something by being annoying but it ain’t working.” >”Lucky, come on.” Chiappa tugs at you harder this time. “If you’re not gonna act like a decent person then why should I treat you like one? You’re just a nobody in an ocean of nobodies, you rusted tin can.” >The people in the crowd gasp and the disassembler looks very offended. With a flick of his arm, his hand changes to claws as he holds them up. The crowd gasps again and backs up. >Instinctively, you pull Chiappa behind you as the disassembler slowly approaches you. >”See these?” The disassembler wiggles his claws as to show them off. “You have no idea how sharp these claws are, mate. They can just cut right through anything – metal, other drones…flesh.” He says the last word with more emphasis. “It would be a shame if a human were to die, leaving his poor sister defenseless, yeah? You never know when it will happen, maybe tomorrow or the next or…” He’s right up to you as he gives you a smile before yelling out “…OR MAYBE RIGHT NOW!” >He then thrusts his claws towards you and dig into your abdomen.
>>127404 >”KURT!” Chiappa yells out in horror as you’re slammed against the lockers, the disassembler holding you in place. >The crowd starts to get more rowdy now that violence is happening, some are talking as loud as they can or have their phones out and are recording the whole ordeal. >This…doesn’t hurt that much at all. It kinda stings but that’s not important right now. >He stabbed you. He fucking stabbed you. >The disassembler is looking at you with a wicked grin and a X on his visor. You look down at him and make sure that he sees how pissed off you are. His vicious expression turns to confusion. “What the hell? Shouldn’t humans drop dead from this---” >You don’t let him finish his thought and grab his arm. You forcefully pull out the claws out of your abdomen and hold his arm in place as he looks at you with shock. >You grip his arm and turn around as you lift him up and throw him against the locker. He slams into them with a loud bang and drops down face first. >You approach him and grab him by the collar and lift him up. You then grab him by the neck as he grips your arm, trying to break free. “What in the bloody fuck are you---” >You interrupt him with a slap across his face. And another. And another. It’s a flurry of slaps which you finish by smacking his sensor array with as much force as you can. The fist connects and you hear one of the bulbs cracks with small drops of yellow fluid flowing down. >The disassembler howls in pain as you drop him on the ground. He curls into a fetal position as he holds his head. You hover over him as you consider whether or not to keep beating him up. >”Kurt, stop! He’s had enough!” Chiappa yells out and tugs your arm hard enough to force you to look at her. She looks even more upset. >You’re snapped out of your rage-induced high as you look back and forth between the disassembler and Chiappa. You kneel down and hug her then break it as you hold her shoulders. “You good, Chippy?” >”Yeah, yeah…” She meekly says as she nods. “Don’t worry about me, you were just stabbed!” >You look down at your abdomen. You see the three holes where the claws tore through your clothes and see blood around them with some droplets on the ground too. The wounds themselves have closed with what’s left is some scarring. >”Look, I’m fine. See?” You point at them wound. “What matters is that he didn’t hurt you, okay? Now come on, let’s go call mom.” You stand up and dust yourself off. “It’s about time we left this place.”
>>127406 I was given money, about $67, which is not bad for my country.
I'd get her a set of Valhallan Ice Warriors and help her paint them all, and I'd buy a shrink ray from WG, because in regular size I would only be wasting paint..
>solver börger has had to shutter its doors >the steaming, hot, eldritch meat you cooked up simply couldn't compete with the hotter meat on display at Twink Disassembler Hooters >you're now jobless and the only restaurant and hangout spot in the bunker is the place where the males of your family have their junk stuffed into too-tight shorts
>>127411 Well, I tried to make both Kurt and Chiappa turn out to be good kids. Beretta and Anon, mostly Beretta, were always there for them unlike Beretta and Negev.
>Customer at twink disassembler hooters spills on herself accidentally >The crew is forced to get handsy to clean up >Mac wipes the customer’s flat bottom plate with a rag, juice got down there. He doesn’t see it as inherently lewd since he is unfamiliar with normal drone anatomy >”W-wait, keep going.” >”Ma’am?” >”Yeah, keep rubbing. It’s dirty down there still.” >”Uh, whatever you say, miss.” >”Y-YES, faster!” >Mac is increasingly confused, but he keeps going. >”Such a dirty girl” he says >”SAY THAT AGAIN, YES!” >”Such a dirty girl, making a mess for us.” He says >”KEEP GOING, AHhhh!” >”Getting all sticky and wet down there…you know this won’t do.” >The worker makes indecipherable noises and moans as Mac keeps it up, faster and faster. >”AAAHhhhh…AAAAAHH…YES, RIGHT TH-“ >”Alright. You’re clean now, miss.” >”W-What?” >”Apologies for the mess, you are entitled to a free drink of your choice. Thank you for your patronage, miss.” several hours later >”LEFT ME EMOTIONALLY PHYSICALLY AND PERSONALLY UNSATISFIED. 0/5 STARS” > > > >He stands outside her house. >His eyes glowing, marked with the shining golden cross. >This was the place. He knew her scent. The one that had left the restaurant a bad review. >A bad review. >Somebody had to pay. >It had been a while since he’d done this. He’d put those days behind him. But if it was for the sake of a good score on Yelp, he’d have to teach this woman a lesson. Not one of mortality…but of a more carnal nature. >Mac was starving. It was time to feast.
>>127443 >>127444 >New Yelp review reads "best customer satisfaction of my life, 11/5 stars because I counted 11 orbiting my head after he was done with me."
>>127431 >>127433 >Chat regularly suggests Kurt visit or apply for a job at Twink Hooters >when it does, Kurt gets real quiet until Chat moves on to another topic >he really wishes Chat wasn't so horny for him
>>127448 How long depends on whether anyone goes to visit her. What kind? I don't think she would. I think she'd just walk out into the sunlight and let herself burn, like most suicidal vampires.
>>127450 You know N will forgive her, Uzi will act like she is okay with it, just to make N happy, but she will hate her guts, but nobody else will forgive her or act nice
Would a Battlestar Galactica-esque spinoff of MD work? IE humans and worker drones on the last remaining space ships while the Solver is chasing them to be killed?
>>127458 >J plasters sheet after sheet of paper to the wall of her ship-turned-home >draws a life-size mural of Tessa on it >she talks to it just so she doesn't have to keep everything bottled up, so she can have *something* to talk to >then one day, it talks back.
>>127465 I think only 1 in 5 will NOT try to have sex with them. You know DDs are more "assertive" because of their height, strength and all those guns.
>>127472 TRVTH, give us Abby getting dicked >>127473 >>127474 That would be silly and would not earn him the "me likey" award Which is fine, but very sad and not based Just let Abby be happy
>>127480 and just like mister Tate, those drones will keep talking a big game after being caught for their crimes and being used as bicycles by the other convicts
>>127486 >A socially maladjusted to the point of being toxic guy getting a hot superstrong girlfriend who constantly bails him out and supports him unconditionally no matter how much of a brat he is being by minimal effort.
Yeah I don't think a show like like would end up getting made in the 2020s
>>127499 Maybe after J latches on to Lizzy as the new 'spunky, outspoken young lady whose interests are mostly girly but include one or two really weird and offputting things' in her life.
>>127493 This is the 8th billion times you've posted this unfinished image, drawfags have lived and died in the time you have spend not drawing. just finish it already fuck me
>>127515 >boyzi when he uses security footage from the cameras outside the door to calculate the volume of each DD's titties >to find a way to defeat them, of course
>>127504 but Lizzy isn't nice. Tessa was kind and went out of her way to save the lives of J and the others and put them back together. she was kindhearted despite never receiving any kindness herself
>>127535 >level 1: repeatedly talking about breeding, making you a father >level 2: pregnancy scare >level 3: actually pregnant >level 4: heavily pregnant and if that doesn't scare you then the next few levels are just carrying an increasing number of babies
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>>122880 >Mercifully, all color drains from the world. >Eldritch yellow, blood red, oily black, bone white, eternal blue all dissolve into monochrome. >Time freezes. >A metaphor? Or a malfunction. >She clearly imploded under her own weight. >There is a singularity inside her, after all. >She probably triggered some failsafe; the good kind, the kind that actually works. >It is a relief, really. >J eagerly awaits what comes next. >If she is lucky, it will be 'nothing'. 50/???
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>>127539 >She waits and nothing happens. >Nothing happens within, as J's feelings and resurfacing memories blur into a frenzied stasis. >Nothing happens without. >Motes of dust hang suspended in the air. >She can somehow still move, walk around, even fly (she did not dare try to fly up), but her body, and the abyss of the shaft as she shines her lights through it, are rendered in grayscale. >Her visual processing systems check out, but it is absurd that color should suddenly go away. >Then again, everything is absurd. >Why should drawing the colour out of space be where she drew the line? >Maybe she is in purgatory. >She wonders how long the timeless space will endure. >Then again, 'timeless' spaces can hardly be expected to 'endure', let alone for 'long'. >Surely they just 'are'. 51/???
>>127539 >Eldritch yellow, blood red, oily black, bone white, eternal blue are incidentally the colors of China's old Five Race flag, without the adjectives, of course.
>>127544 I needed cover art for the chapter, having already decided upon >>127539 as the insert art. So I got to thinking of China-related things that started with 'J', and came up with enough to make a themed image of her. So we have J as a Jiangshi (Chinese hopping vampire) wielding jian swords, wearing a jade necklace and a jibau (because Shanghai is the business capital of China, and the qipao is called 'jibau' in the local dialect). As a bonus, I was able to use her 'Disassembly Drone' armband as the fulu/curse inscription, creating a cool thematic parallel there, even beyond the vampire symbolism.
>>127553 The name is in reference to the fact that they claimed to be a "pillar of the community" despite providing nothing more than endless threadshitting and spitefaggotry
>>127560 Cici in a christmas sweater that was supposed to have a cute reindeer in it but she was sent the wrong size, so it's way too small and the reindeer is completely stretched out by her massive bosom
>>127567 >wagieanon tracking down the proprietary equipment used to empty, clean, and refill Cici's tanks >gifting it to her for Christmas >working together to set it up and clean her out >massaging Cici's breasts to ease the process along >Cici breathing a long, satisfied sigh of relief when it's done >her state-mandated winter break isn't very long, but she'll relish every moment she gets to be like this, with anon >when she gets to be a person and not just equipment
>>127566 They're generated from eldritch energies the same way disassemblers make their ammo. The absolute solver finds titty dispensers immensely funny and is 100% on board with lending her dark powers to making them work. She was the one whispering in the ears of countless researches on RT69 and the executives who implemented wagie drones to include titty dispensers for everything from cola to chili. She is so naughty.
>>127585 Solverborger Or a parcel bomb, no in between Santa himself threw a Molotov down my chimney on Christmas Eve, so I've probably done something wrong 👍🏿
>>127585 >SD-S A nice crocheted mural of (you) and her holding hands. >SD-M A gun. Not just any gun, but a fusion cannon. >"Guys loves cannons, right?" She wasn't sure what else to get you but a bottle of bourbon and a new GPU were a good alternative to the cannon. >Cynthia Surprisingly, a period accurate map of El Dorado. What was it doing on a backwater farming planet? You tell me. She hopes she can go there with you. Before her PSU regulator fails >Zeta Since he's not really familiar with people outside the precinct, he just decided to spring for some holiday chocolate and a themed puzzle book. He hopes it'll be enough. >Xi Range lessons. No kidding. If only to show everyone once again that he is the pistolero pundit of his department. Failing that, some socks. Everybody needs socks.
>>127585 >U-U A coupon book full of nice things you can redeem them for. All the nice things are for you to do for them. >P He gave you a copy of his self published book on "Rizzology". It'll make a nice doorstop, you suppose. More meaningfully, he offered to teach you how to cook. >MG He gave you a few copies of calendars loudly advertising his store. Notably, the calendars all appear to have been for this past year, not the coming one. >Beretta Dresses up in nothing but ribbons and says she's your present. A classic. >Eye A book on fashion. He and P proceed to get into a violent disagreement on who has better taste in clothing. >John He offers you an opportunity to get in on his planned murder-suicide - asking you to be the one to blow him away first, of course. You politely decline. >Gamma She'll escape this place one day, and when she does, no place in the universe will be safe for you to escape her wrath.
>Fun Fact: Worker drones on the naughty list don't receive coal for Christmas. Instead, Santa kidnaps them and gifts them to disassembly drones as their Christmas presents.
How do I convince my Cryo-Drone to stop cooking for me? All he does is freeze stuff and hand it to me on a frozen plate with a frozen fork and a side of frozen soda
protip for poorfags: you can get drones for free pretty easily if you just keep an eye out for discarded holiday drones after the 25th. higher income neighborhoods are your best bet, you can typically find them on the curb. if you're willing to get your hands dirty you can also sneak into the back lot of a department store and rummage around in their dumpsters. in either case it's super rare for them to be properly decommissioned and most of them will boot right up, or only require minor repairs. if you're picky about the colors you can replace their shells with the standard white shells taken from scrapped "for parts only" drones or pony up a bit of cash to buy replacement parts. either way it's cheaper than buying a new drone.
>>127585 After failing to figure out how to tie himself under the tree and CD refusing to help, AC got you a fancy pair of boots made of megaboar leather. And a bottle of wine. CD managed to find a gunsmith willing to make the rounds for your stupid custom DD-killer rifle and got you two boxes. Which is good, you were down to your last bullet.
Melody won't elaborate on what she just injected into you, but you no longer have a refractory period. She'll be gentle, there's no point if your skin's raw by the fourth round. Lilah found an archotech eye and is willing to install it today, if you let her keep the old one.
Eszett and The Loser made a show of wandering around the lower parts of the abandoned outpost they claimed, handing each other every stupid thing they found and saying "Merry Christmas" to each other. Eszett 'won' when she gifted a "HOMOSEXUAL OF THE YEAR" trophy.
>What if the oil of the solver hosts was infected >this oil has meat/organic components made by the solver >it can be touched, manipulated and transported but it is advised you shouldn't expose yourself to the infected oil >if this oil is consumed by non-solver hosts this could bring greater consecuences >it brings infection to the insides of the non-host drones, fleshy parts start to build up inside of the drone >this infection is prolonged for hours/days until the infected becomes a mass of a mix of oil and flesh, killing the drone >solver hosts are inmune to this infection >zombie drones have some sort of inmunity, they present the flesh symptoms, but they are not killed and have a portion of control of these fleshy bits
>>127577 >Weirdly after giving the engineer who made the titty dispensers a stern talking to and preventing the several female engineers from beating the shit out of him, we tried to put the dispenser mechanism in a more "suitable" housing. >Somehow that didn't work. >It seems that the breast shape and location is... required. >With that in mind we have released the female engineers to do what they will.
>>127609 Are there any side-effects to keeping Holiday drones around after the holidays? I'm not one to believe everything I hear, but the horror stories revolving around them are awfully consistent...
me when i stick my hand in N’s wet, slobbery, hot mouth and feel his moist robo not-lips close around my wrist, his warm, slippery, grey flat drone tongue involuntarily licking all over my hand, his face then displaying the slightest microexpression of satisfaction as he takes in the salty taste of my skin, then a little blush flickering on his cheeks as he realizes he got a little carried away - then i move my fingers around inside his mouth and feel along his pristine, flawless drone teeth, intentionally poking my finger a little on one of his sharp fangs, drawing a tiny spot of blood, which he eagerly licks clean and savors the taste - then, an intrusive thought blows through my mind in the same way a passing car on a highway whizzes by, by the time it was on its way it was already too late to stop it: “we need to go deeper”. so, without any warning to N, i suddenly thrust my hand further back into his mouth, catching him off-guard, him letting out a high-pitched yelp as my hand comes into contact with his tonsils, then plunges down his throat - N, feeling his skyrocketing robo-adrenaline coursing through his wires, having no way to react other than throwing his hands up and squirming involuntarily, gagging as my arm glides across his slobber-soaked teeth and slithers down his throat like a snake of formidable girth, making its way down into his esophagus and causing a bulge in his chest which he feels from the inside, pushing his limits of how much his esophagus can stretch and expand without rupturing - N feeling the heavy, pressing sensation cascade down the slippery tubular water slide that is his gullet until it finally splash-lands in the bottom, making waves in the pool of piping-hot acid in his stomach, causing him to feel quite nauseous, especially with the way my hand is pushing on the walls of his stomach from the inside, even pressing on his other organs a bit, but he doesn’t mind, he loves doing anything! then moving my fingers to the front of his stomach and pressing hard on the interior wall just so i can see the protrusion on his flat black tummy while i lift up his clothes, his mouth still plugged up by my arm while he gets teary-eyed from gagging so much, but gives me a cheerful thumbs-up to show me that he’s good - then, sadly unable to reach far enough to go down deeper, into his intestines, which i can feel but refrain from prodding at as to avoid accidentally hurting his internals or injuring him, i instead start going the other way, pulling my hand out of him, slowly and with utmost caution and care so i don’t hurt him or his insides, him feeling my hand and arm push back up through his stomach, esophagus, throat, and then finally, emerging from his mouth still connected to it by thick, dripping strings of slobber, and completely covered and soaked in steaming hot oil and stomach acid, N coughing and catching his breath as he recovers from the paralyzing shock of what he just experienced, and then, when he manages to get his head on straight again, giving me his usual warm, cheerful smile as his eyes change to LED sunglasses and he pops two finger guns at me, saying, “Haha, that was weird and traumatizing! 👈😎👈”
>>127642 >Trip on a drone's brazenly exposed tail >It catches on your foot and wraps around your leg. >Drone comes tumbling down to land face first on your chest. >That awkward moment when you both regain your senses and see that you're wrapped around each other.
>>127632 that's just a JCJ disinfo campaign (notice how posts like that tend to repeat certain phrases). if people know they can get a perfectly good drone at the cost of a new shell and a day's work then drone sales would drop, and the corpos can't have that
J actually tried confessing her love to Tessa multiple times, but the corpospeak chip in her brain made the words come out like something you'd see in an email about the employee of the month
>>127646 >The sleigh bells jingled as the open sleigh carved its way through mounds of drifting freshly fallen snow. >It whipped past trees, rocks, and other bits of rustic scenery, carted at breakneck pace by a single horse, as per the old carols. >A pair of horses could have gone faster farther for longer, but there was a reason the bards and the choirs did not sing of that. >They just were not romantic enough. >By contrast, whose heart could fail to be moved by the image of a single noble steed dashing through the snow, powerful legs kicking up glittering clouds of fluff with each stride?
>Bulging muscles strained against the harness. >Steely eyes radiated determination in defiance of the cold. >Ears swiveled atop the head, ever at the ready. >Nostrils snorted and flared, sending silver smoky clouds twirling into the frosty air as if within the humble yet magnificent workhorse beat the flaming heart of a dragon. >It was a sight most romantic.
>The horse was not a gift from a nature left to take its own course, for it was an ornament on a family tree manufactured from almost two decades of selective breeding and genetic enhancement. >The romance of that was an acquired taste. >A taste which had been acquired by the five inhabitants of the sleigh the stallion so faithfully pulled, as their own present potential had been similarly unwrapped.
>"Cyn! Not so fast!" V cried, holding on to N. >For fear she might fall out. >That was most certainly the reason.
>"Yeah! I get that this is more your speed, but aren't you kinda worried that we're going to hit a rock and flip?" N asked.
>"Who died and let you drive, anyway? Is this rickety thing even compliant with safety regs?" J cut in, turning her head to look at the awfully high amount of sharp rocks they were driving past.
>There were no doors, no harnesses, no buckles. >Each frozen-over stream and dip in the ground sent them flying into the air.
>"Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Let's go!" Cyn shouted as she worked the reigns to get the horse to move even more briskly. >She would steer the group where she saw fit, as she saw fit. >It was silly of them to imagine that things could be otherwise. >They were bound to each other, and bound to her, forever. 1/11
>>127649 >"Sorry everyone, we drew straws. >Cyn won the driver's seat and that's that," Tessa said, moving in to defuse any tensions.
>V spoke.
>"But is letting her drive this, uh,-"
>"traditional!" Tessa interjected,
>"...yes, 'traditional' sleigh through this rough terrain really a good idea?"
>Tessa had chosen the sleigh, and seemed to grow more defensive every time it creaked and rattled.
>"Well I think it's aces. >Bit bumpy, yes, got that spirit of thrill to it it does, but that's part of the traditional charm," Tessa answered.
>"Not to doubt you or anything, but if the sleigh breaks and we get stranded and then devoured by wolves, would that also be part of the 'traditional' experience?" N asked.
>"O ye of little faith. >Chiding head nod. >Is there a normal wolf alive that could take us?" Cyn responded.
>"No. >Not really. >And you're saying 'normal wolves' because the wolves in these woods are normal wolves, right? That's why you didn't just say 'wolves' like someone normally would?" N asked in a hopeful tone.
>J answered.
>"She didn't say normal wolves because they're not normal wolves. >Geniuses thought that enhanced superwolves would be great at hunting down partisans during the war"
>"-they were," Cyn cheerfully added.
>"-and thought that putting in a 'genetic kill switch' would be a great way to eliminate them after they won-"
>"-it was," Cyn said.
>"-except they farmed that out to the lowest bidder, who passed it on to their interns,"
>"-that was dumb. Foolish humans." >"Giggle," Cyn commented.
>"who somehow made a fertility enhancer instead!"
>"-their work was not in vain." -Cyn again.
>N smiled nervously.
>"Yeah those guys were dumb. >But the government got rid of the wolves when peace came, right? That's what they said."
>"Questioning the government? Are you finally giving them the excuse they needed?" J said.
>"No. Of course not. I just thought-"
>"You. Just. Thought." >"Do that less often. Or do that more often." >"To practice. You need it." >"Just not about that and not around me." >"You're not good at it." >"Ow!" J said, after being hit by V for that. 2/11
>>127585 >John A simple gift. It just socks >Eye A custom made clothing and a paper origami swan.(he was really giddy when giving it) >Elijah A very big teddy bear >The Father,(Emily's dad) A bible book and drip out orthodox clothes >Jamie Same as John's but with t-shirts instead >Toby A coffee maker >Abba Force into their eldeich god cult. But they got free health/dental care so I'll count it >Sophie New shoes and a weird coupon that says "anything".
>"The government said that they would try to eliminate them. They did try. The wolves don't go near the villages anymore," she said.
>"And we are?" N asked.
>"Nowhere near a village. But you shouldn't worry. You like dogs, don't ya?" Tessa said.
>"...yes?" N replied.
>"Well these wolves are like dogs." >"Only untamed, blood thirsty, breeding like gloinks, and infected with Martian rabies," Tessa said, upbeat as ever.
>"When you put it that way..." N said, not really feeling better about the situation.
>"Relax, N. It's not like they're raptors or something," V said.
>"Yes. If they bleed (they do) then we can kill them (we can)." >"And water the horse with their blood." >"It deserves a special treat," Cyn said.
>N's eye twitched.
>"Anyone else think it's kinda weird that we're talking about feeding our gene-modded horse with the blood of gene-modded wolves as we go dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh on this silent night? Like is it killing the vibe, or is it just me?" he asked.
>Everyone stared at him. >Even V silently wondered whether J had been that wrong earlier. >Cyn broke the impasse.
>"I agree." >It should've have been an enhanced deer." >Then we would have a red-nosed paindeer after we fed it," she said.
>"That would be...seasonal, I guess," N replied.
>"Blame J. She drew the choice of draft animal," Cyn said.
>"It was a perfectly calculated decision. With a sturdier vehicle and a sane driver, everyone would have applauded my inspired selection."
>"You really don't like the sleigh?" Tessa asked.
>"No. No. Of course I do. I love the, err, nostalgic branding." >"The high-octane experience of wondering if, or when, the runners will come off. With a better navigation solution, we could have speed, style, and comfort in one slick, safe package," J said.
>"You want off Cyn's wild ride? Too bad!" Cyn said.
>"How about we move on to something else?" N said, hoping to keep everyone from dragging each other's spirits down. 3/11
>>127648 >J amping herself up to finally tell Tessa. >J cornering Tessa when she's alone. >J stumbling over her words until they finally just click into place, somehow. >"Tessa, your unwavering dedication to continuous improvement and her relentless pursuit of excellence have been instrumental in the successful execution of..." >J stops. >Tries to start again but it comes out even more corporate. >J lets Tessa go, and screams into a pillow.
>>127656 >Spoiler Anon those died out years ago, if you didn't start one in 2010 then you'll never take off. I wouldn't begin to tell you have many I've seen that barely hit 40 viewers
>>127653 >A warm silence descended, and even Cyn (slightly) slowed down the horse's pace.
>Soon, she began humming a song.
>"Oh, I love that one!" N shouted, "Come on it's lovely-"
>"🎵~flesh that is fresh in a special way/that shows no decay~🎵," Cyn sang, verbalizing the song she was actually thinking of.
>"That's a...unique version of that. Maybe less cheerful than what I thought you were going for," N said.
>"It's not unique at all. You'll often Hear People Love, craft and re-animate boring nights to songs in its genre."
>"Like me!" Tessa said.
>"You?" N asked.
>"It's a compelling message. Imagine you had to fetch, I dunno, all the wigs you could carry from the old cemetery. Wouldn't you want something without the ick?"
>"...I guess. Forgive me. I haven't thought about that in a long time. In forever, really. At all, actually. So that's uh, something you do?"
>"No. But if you see me in a graveyard with a Vickers basket, watch out!" Tessa said.
>"Wicker basket?" V asked.
>"Oh, yeah. Don't know what I was thinking." >"Thinks to somebody's...quirky...driving, I've got a bit of Discord foggin up the ole' noggin." >"Cannons sounding off in there, you know"
>"That's fine. Because if you were, that would just be weird, to have that many fresh bodies that close to your house," N said.
>Soon enough, they arrived at an idyllic village, nestled in foothills that gently soared to meet towering snow-crested peaks. >Warm lights gently flickered as they cast soft, shifting shadows upon the snow. >Flurries leisurely drifted out of the night sky, dissolving on N's tongue as he stuck it out to catch them. >The village's houses, built and decorated in the traditional style of the land, were well-kept, producing a tranquil and charming scene that had landed the village on many a list of must-see destinations in the country.
>With a last "whoa!", Cyn brought the horse to a stop, dismounted the sleigh and hitched it up. >The others also departed the sleigh. 4/11
>>127667 >J came around to the horse, opened a vein on her arm, and let the horse lap at her for a minute.
>"There you go. The premium stuff as a holiday bonus for a job well done," she said as her already-healed arm patted the horse's head. >She was further rewarded by a contented neigh.
>The group headed into the village, stopping to sample the region's traditional delicacies from small shops run by smiling bakers. >They sat, nibbled away at their treats, and sipped hot coca next to a crackling fire.
>"Now you all must appreciate my driving skills, for unto us this moment is born. We would still be barreling through darkness if I had listened to you." >"Slowpokes." Cyn said.
>"That's true, I guess. You did great, buddy," N said.
>"Or we could have just left earlier," V said.
>Cyn considered that.
>"It would not be the same. Light sip."
>"Light sip," Tessa said, mimicking Cyn in sipping from her steaming mug.
>"Oh, N. Be a dear and pass the marshmallows. The tough ones, not the regular sort."
>"Sure thing, Tessa," N said, and he passed them.
>He watched as Tessa stared intently into her mug, slowly and patiently lowering each marshmallow into the cup, then lightly tapping at the concoction with a straw. >When she was satisfied, she motioned N to come over, and showed him.
>"Oh, Christmas tree. Nice," he said, observing the pattern Tessa had formed from the slowly-dissolving marshmallows.
>N poked at his twisted pretzel thing with a fork until it unraveled, revealing a dollop of icing done up like an ornament at its core. >He showed it around, and the others oohed and aahed in appreciation.
>V worked her way through a pastry bulging with a thick cherry gel. >Her quick reflexes let her finish it off without spilling a single drop.
>Cyn played with her own dessert: soft, oozing light brown caramel alternated with hard black and white icing, all of it covering a core scorched black. >Cyn unceremoniously dumped in her mug, and devoured it in a single bite.
>When their stomachs were warm and full, the family politely deposited their utensils in the proper receptacles and gathered at the door to head to the night market. 5/11
>>127669 >Except for Tessa, who remained cuddled up by the fire.
>"Come on, Tessa, we've got to go. There's a free market out there and it waits for no one," J said.
>"But Jayby, it's cold outside," Tessa moaned.
>J smiled gently and opened her mouth to speak.
>"I'll keep you warm," Cyn said, beating her to the punch.
>"Now Cyn, I love you, I really do, but you can't just take all of me all the time," Tessa playfully said.
>"I'm pretty sure I can, mate. Take your place, even. There won't even be a memory left," Cyn replied in an uncannily accurate imitation of Tessa's voice.
>Tessa blushed, as always honored that Cyn had taken after so many of her mannerisms and better qualities.
>"How do you do that again? Because you sound exactly like her." N asked.
>"Just a bit a' practice. And heaps of natural talent. 'Tis nothing, really," Cyn said.
>"That's it?"
>"For a certain definition of 'natural', yes. But enough of that. Innocent deflection."
>"Come on, team!" Cyn and Tessa said together.
>The grouping headed down a snow-swept street to the night market. >Though it was night, it was well-illuminated by strings of tastefully arranged lights. >With faces glowing, they perused row after row of artisanal wares. >The first things they acquired were delightful hand-knit shopping bags, which they filled with whatever trinkets caught their eyes. >They laughed and smiled as they pointed out items that they thought others would like, taking the time to admire the sense of craftsmanship that was evident in each bit of merchandise. >The villagers were the proud inheritors of a tradition of excellence, and made sure to uphold that tradition in everything that visitors could see. >Village economies lived and died by reviews and the opinions of influencers, after all.
>With their bags filled to a respectable degree (neither flat with disappointment nor showing unsightly bulging), the close-knit family walked back to their sleigh, where their trusty steed pawed at the snow. >They loaded their bags into the cargo compartment in the back and stepped away, feeling that they had come quite a way and had yet to exhaust the night's potential. >They returned to the village, and took keepsake photos of each other in the village square, beneath an immense tree bedecked in ornaments and tinsel and mock presents. >They put their well-tuned senses of balance to the test on the surface of a frozen lake, tracing out complex routines solo and with each other. >They walked into a snow-covered field to gaze in wonder at the unobstructed view of the mountains. 6/11
>"Backstab!" Cyn shouted as she pelted everyone else with snowballs.
>The assault was entirely unexpected, and forcefully prosecuted, knocking Cyn's hapless targets face-first into the snow. >They picked themselves up, and brushed fine flakes off of their faces.
>"Cyn! We were having a moment! If you break it up like that again, I swear I-"" Tessa began only to take another snowball to the face.
>"All is fair in love." >"Pause." >"And war," Cyn said, swiftly dodging a snowball thrown by V.
>V came charging at Cyn, intent on getting even for that. >Cyn subtly nodded her head, then ducked.
>Behind her, J had released two snowballs in a spin attack. >Both arced through the air and smashed into V. >V staggered back.
>"Working with Cyn!" she screamed, deciding that J must have done that intentionally, for both of her shots to connect as they did.
>"Oh, grow up, V. It's called 'situational awareness'. Learn it, know it, use it."
>"I couldn't see you!"
>"Cyn wasn't even looking at me, and she was still able to dodge that," J said, eyes closed and finger wagging as she talked down to V.
>With her eyes closed, of course, she was unable to see the snowball thrown at her by V. >Luckily for her, she had functional ears and was able to evade the attack.
>"What? You thought turnabout would be fair play. Too bad I don't believe in fair fights." >"In fact-" J began, but the only fact she received was a one-two punch of a snowball to the back of the head and another to the face as she reflexively turned.
>"Tessa? You, too?" she cried, hurt, as she staggered back.
>"What's that, J? I thought you didn't believe in fair fights." >"Didn't think you'd mind me joining this sweet little game Cyn's started," Tessa said.
>Meanwhile, a flurry of shots flew between Cyn and V. >N stepped in, determined to the last to play peacemaker, only to find himself caught in the crossfire. >An inspired bit of dodging let him get off without being hit, but he suddenly decided to join the fray as well. >What resulted was a mad melee, a war of all against all, with snowballs flying in all directions. >Skilled in defense as they all were, having to defend against projectiles coming from so many different angles was an impossible task. >It was like running through rain without getting wet. >They were all bundled up nice and cozy, so there was no fear or discomfort from melting snow, but by the end all parties had been thoroughly coated. >They lied down in the snow and stared at the winter sky. >The group shared a laugh, all thoughts of blame and antagonism forgotten. 7/11
>>127675 Do we know who the original artist for this was? As someone who was all in on the horse show at the time PONY.MOV was the big thing his is some funny shit.
>>127695 It's funny to imagine Mini-Y being an excellent tactician but completely undone by her cute, tiny size. Unable to prevent her bumbling, normal-sized counterpart from constantly screwing up because no one takes her seriously.
>>127678 >After another round of hot beverages in the village, they were finally ready to depart. >They fed the horse some treats as a reward for its patience, unhitched it, and climbed into the sleigh. >If anything, Cyn drove the horse even faster on the return.
>"Yeah, nothing happened on the trip here, but should we really be risking it?" N asked.
>Cyn thought that over.
>"Yes. Speed demon grin."
>"Relax, N. Cyn won't wreck this sleigh. It's already a smoother ride than on the way in, and I don't think we're near the really rocky section," Tessa said.
>"We are not. It is clear from the satellite navigation service. I will slow down when we get there," Cyn said.
>"Is the rocky section marked on the maps?" V asked.
>"No, but I'll play it by ear."
>"What? You'll listen for the sound of us hitting the rocks?" J asked.
>"Annoyed expression."
>"That doesn't answer that reasonable question," Tessa said.
>"It will be fine. We are taking the same route back." >"The route I already conquered." >"Confident grin." 8/11
>>127715 >Mini-Y's (relatively) giant mech is still shorter than 99% of disassemblers >Mini-Y has a crew of oogis to maintain and man the mech, but their ability to follow orders is henchman tier and inevitably leads to the destruction of the Mega Mini-Y Mech >Mini-Y screams at them as the flames burn around her, oogis frantically trying to put the fires out as Mini-Y calls them bungling boobs
>>127699 >Half an hour later, the sleigh hit a rock and lost a runner, coming to a stop in an open clearing. >The group stared at the sleigh.
>"Conquered the route, eh?" J said.
>"Guilty giggle." >"It was the rock's fault, officer. >"I had right of way."
>Tessa, who had always loved tinkering with things, inspected the runner.
>"It's not cracked, thankfully. I can fix it, but it'll be a bit."
>"Okay. We'll keep watch. Eyes like hawks," N said, scanning the treeline for movement.
>V looked in a different direction.
>"Eyes like wolves, you mean," she said.
>"Nah, like hawks. Some of them are like the dogs of the avian world."
>"No, like wolves. Look!" V said, pointing away from where N was looking.
>She need not have bothered, for dozens more pairs of bright bio-luminescent eyes appeared in the woods around them.
>"Well-timed." >"Giggle," Cyn said.
>"Tessa, keep working on the sleigh. We'll cover you." >"Scratch that, we're killing all of these. How dare they attack us like this," J snarled.
>"Roger. Knock 'em dead for me," Tessa replied.
>N said, "we will," and began walking toward the wolves.
>He turned as the wolves emerged from the trees.
>"Are these things, you know, safe to feed off?"
>Cyn thought it over.
>"Probably. Thoughtful pose. Low nutritional value, though. It would be a different story if they were primates."
>"Okay!" N said cheerfully.
>They formed a perimeter around the sleigh and tensed as the wolf pack began charging. >They deployed claws and fangs, and hissed at the wolves, trying to unnerve the beasts and disrupt their attack. >The wolves responded with a collective howl, causing everyone to wince as dull throbbing sensations suddenly struck their heads.
>"What the-?" V said.
>"Sonic pulse attack. Somebody must have thought that it would be a good idea to give them a ranged combat ability," Cyn answered, " but we are less sensitive to that frequency than a baseline human would be. >"Still annoying."
>"Whelp. I can hardly work with that going off in my head. Looks like I'll be joining the hunting party," Tessa said as she rose from beneath the sleigh. 9/11
>>127718 >The wolves paused their assault, seemingly confused that their quarry had not succumbed to their coordinated attack. >After what looked like a heated discussion, the wolves rallied and rushed in for the kill. >The 'humans' kept a perimeter around the sleigh, far enough that the horse was in no conceivable danger, but close enough that they could reinforce and engaged in coordinated teamwork.
>"Yo! Do we have to worry about Martian rabies?" V asked.
>"Probably not! Still wouldn't want to get bitten by those things! They don't deserve the honor!" J yelled back.
>The first wave of snarling, foaming wolves reached them. >Cyn moved rapidly enough to confuse the wolves, rolling in the snow, and popping up behind them to rip out their hearts. >V danced between the mutant-mutts, delivering powerful organ-destroying kicks as they rushed past. >Tessa settled for brute force, dealing out literal crushing blows to anything dumb enough to get near her. >J liked it when her prey was lively enough to fight back and aware enough to truly suffer. >Those mangy canines unfortunate enough to select her as their would-be meal were (painfully) incapacitated before being decapitated by swift kicks. >N was not really a fan of wolves, but the family resemblance to dogs was close enough that he decided to give them the friend package: broken necks were quick and painless, as easy on him to dish out one after the other as it was for the wolves to receive and then sleep on.
>Having seen the slaughter of their pack-mates, the second wave of wolves held back and circled menacingly.
>"Cute. False." >"Impotent. True," Cyn said, unimpressed with their action after the wolves' previous dismal showing.
>"These were a problem?" V asked.
>"If you're a normal human wandering in the woods at night," Tessa replied, shrugging, "It's a bit anticlimactic, I guess, but then again, I'm sure they're doing their best and we've got lots of experience hunting things smarter than they are." 10/13
>>127729 >As if to defend their honor as apex predators, the second wave went in howling, this time organized into hunter-killer pairs that covered for each other and prevented the members of the group from easily delivering the killing blows that had annihilated the first wave. >The 'humans' had teamwork of their own, and ample experience training and fighting as a unit. >Even with the deep snow dampening their mobility, they jumped and leapt and dodged and twirled around the battlefield, and around each other, leading the wolves into each other's paths. >The frustrated wolves found themselves unable to land hits, facing opponents that did not seem to slow down even as the wolves burned and ached from steadily accumulating wounds.
>A sneaky, sneaky pair managed to penetrate through to the sleigh and pounce on the horse, only to find their fangs making embarrassingly shallow indentations in the horse's toughened hide. >The rightfully angered stallion swung itself into them, knocking them both to the ground. >From their whimpers and feeble attempts to rise, they were immobilized. >The last thing each of them saw was a large hoof heading straight for them.
>They were the first of the second wave to suffer lethal misfortune. >J cartwheeled off of V and neatly landed atop two wolves, Cyn swung on N's arm and he launched her at another pair who were busy plotting their advance on Tessa. >Cyn dodged a leaping wolf, then turned and plucked the poor thing out of the air, pulling it into a fatal embrace. >Tessa lied on the snow as if wounded, and let N and V shred the wolves who thought they had finally caught a break. >They continued tricking, flanking, and doing in wolves until the battered remnants of the pack wised up and pulled back.
>Cyn looked around and saw the pack leader. >It was a magnificent thing, immense and scarred, with a cold wisdom in its eyes. >Cyn ran at it, arms outstretched.
>>127732 >Perhaps the wolf misinterpreted that as a hunting cry, for it yelped, turned, and fled into the woods. >Its fellows stared in confusion and perhaps disappointment that their champion had yielded the field, before turning and fleeing as well. >As the last of them limped away, the family grouped up around the sleigh.
>"Aw, our clothes are stained red," N complained.
>"That's one way to get into the festive mood," V said.
>"Yeah. We gave the region the gift of having slightly fewer wolves around for a season or two," J added.
>"Well, I think we should let the horse have this," Tessa said, staring as the horse drained the corpses of the wolves it had stomped. >The group stared.
>"Well I for one won't judge. Glass houses, anyone? And the horse more than earned it," V said.
>The party nodded.
>"But why does everything 'enhanced' have to consume blood? Who ordered that?" N asked.
>"Maybe that was a convenient way to do it," Cyn said with a shrug.
>"Convenient for who?"
>"Giggle."
>Tessa crouched beside the sleigh.
>"Assuming there are no further interruptions, I'll have this bugger fixed in a jiffy." 12/13
>>127740 >There were no further interruptions. >The woods were unusually quiet the rest of the way back. >They arrived back in the mining town where their manor was located.
>It was late, and yet Uzi was out, bundled up and alone. >The streets of the mining town were run down and the streetlights were scattered and dim where they were not entirely broken. >She saw a sleigh pulled by an imposing specimen of a horse (who knew horses could have speckled red fur?). >In that sleigh were N and the rest of his weird family thing, all wearing matching red outfits. >N detected Uzi, and motioned to Cyn to stop.
>"What's with the getup? You all look like you're larping as Santa's elves. Were you delivering presents or something?" Uzi asked.
>"Something like that," Tessa answered.
>"Riiiiight. What was the body count?"
>"Zero." >"No humans were killed," Cyn said with pride.
>Uzi pondered that. >'No humans.' So was that Cyn being Cyn, or was there a deeper meaning behind it? Uzi felt that she would never find out.
>"Nobody died and you all were handing out gifts, or 'something like that'. Sounds like you had a good night."
>"Oh, we did," J said.
>"Why is the horse red?"
>"Limited-edition holiday version. We have connections."
>Uzi nodded. >She felt an impulse to contact the police, or her dad, or something. >None of this looked right. >But then again, it was a holiday, visibility was not that great, Uzi was already breaking curfew, and she knew nobody would really care. >She waved them off.
>"Fine, fine. Have a good night."
>Cyn flicked the reins and the horse started again.
>"I'll send you pics later, Uzi! You're going to love them! Merry Christmas!" N shouted.
>"Merry Christmas, N," Uzi replied.
>The sleigh pulled away as Uzi watched, until darkness and snow hid it from view. 13/13
This fucking delivery drone is constantly picking up my orders and every fucking time she's an absolute ass to me. I still tip because there's no guarantee she'll be the one to get it but I swear to fucking god if she gives me that look one more time I'm going to buy her on the spot and teach her a lesson.
>>127747 Cici's chili/cheese: >One is heavier than the other, leading to posture issues >Horribly unhealthy, would kill you if you had too much >Makes a horrendous mess if it leaks >She constantly smells of the stuff >Ruined for kinky reasons because she associates using them with work >Every now and then she gets a trucker coming in asking to "drink from the tap" and has to politely refuse, she only gets to tase them if they actually try it
FemN's milk: >Uniform weight, all milk >Nanite ambrosia, provides all needed nutrients and then some, you can drink nothing but milk and live healthily >She only smells like milk if you squeeze them hard enough >They're nothing but fun for her >If anyone but (You) tries to be weird about it, she can kill them
>>127761 >if she gives me that look one more time I'm going to buy her on the spot and teach her a lesson. have you considered she's being a brat because she wants you to do that?
goodnight everyone, I hope you dream of traveling the scenic countryside of some far-off place in a comfortable old car with the drone you love, making memories together
JCJenson has desployed Nigga Drones equipped with Propylon Fent Ractors and NegroTech for 200% more nigga behaviour and NiggaLink to use the NegroTech interface to deal with pregnant DDs
>>127776 >>127779 >N impregnating every single hole his Solverpede girlfriend has >N diligently servicing several Eldritch pussies at once >N willingly drinking Uzi's Solver Squirt HOT!
>>127815 >Oogi stole a tiny flask of the eggnog from your Christmas party and brought it back to her Hive to share >Every single one of them is absolutely plastered >They decide to do some drunk science, the result being the worlds first turtle bomb
>>127825 >/md/-chan blows a raspberry at the two before departing with you >Solverpede-Chan sobs quietly and climbs inside the air-vent >Sentinel-Chan flips off /md/chan before proceeding to go bully some freshies >Vickers-Chan who was a witness to all of this, for once finally understands how Solverpede-Chan feels, she overreacts more than Solverpede-Chan ever did
Let's say you're a Drone, for the sake of a hypothetical. Which of these fates would be worse? >You're assigned as a worker in a summer home that's never used, you have to keep the grounds clean and tidy with several other drones, but your work is completely pointless and you're basically leaving the lights on for people who forgot you exist. You still always have to be in top form in case they do show up one day, find out something's screwed up, and have you all disassembled for defects. >You're the personal drone for an ugly, depressed NEET, he gives you plenty of autonomy because he sees you as his only friend, and he is too broken to fix. He won't ever do anything sexual to you, but he will try tragically awful attempts to get closer to you in that way.
>>127828 Second. In the first case I will almost always be alone and left to my own devices, while in the second case I will be in contact with the stinking NEET.
>>127834 Always good to see you doing work. Unfortunately, I don't look at people very much so I can't point out any oddities, except maybe that the hilt of her saber could show a bit under her hand?
>>127836 close your hand around an invisible handle and look at it from the same angle as the camera. The handle blocks the view. though i neglected to put a line in to represent the handle from the bottom of the hand to the base of the saber
>>127837 I meant that, yeah. I know most people don't have transparent skin. I feel like a schmuck if I don't at least try to comment anything past "good", though.
>>127840 >They giggle in their sleep >Occasionally snore the word "clod" >Snuggle close >Both try to hog the blankets, but since you're in the middle that means you're always covered
>>127763 this but with normal N and instead of boobs it’s his flat chest and instead of milk it’s the warm, clean, healthy oil flowing through his body to keep him alive
>>127848 Yeah, you're right. I do. >Princess-carry Cyn upstairs while she babbles on about being the Exponential Friend with benefits. >Tuck her in to bed and gently run your fingers through her hair before planting a kiss on her cheek. >Flip the lightswitch off and let the little worker enter recharge so she can sleep off the dronenip high. >As you close the door to, she smiles dumbly before her optics shutters out for the evening.
>>127763 >tfw you go to buy two dozen chili cheese dogs at the gas station and the wagie drone starts crying for some reason >are tears a hot dog condiment? >it wouldn't hurt to try
>>127855 figures a sick bastard like you would be too stupid to remember that drones don't produce actual tears. I bet you yell at wagie drones when your fries are lukewarm
I don't know why I wrote my OC basically have everything taken from her but still look happy on the outside while on the inside, she's seething with rage and grief.
>>127883 Look, the dummy on the right may have lost her original family and her ghost friend potentially her entire species, but the dummy on the left still has all her relatives around and are both living non depressive lives.
>>127897 "An SEP... is something that we can’t see, or don’t see, or our brain doesn’t let us see, because we think that it’s somebody else’s problem. That’s what SEP means. Somebody Else’s Problem. The brain just edits it out, it’s like a blind spot. If you look at it directly you won’t see it unless you know precisely what it is. Your only hope is to catch it by surprise out of the corner of your eye."
>>127911 Mom, we need to talk about your grandson. The telepathic contact this "Chat" entity-or entities-has made with him is starting to get disruptive for him.
>>127913 >Ruins her relationship with Beretta because she's bad at parenting >Ruins her relationship with Negev because she saw her true form which drove her insane Is there ANY way for Uzi to repair her relationship with her daughters?
>>127918 Her relationship with Negev does improve... after Negev finishes going through eldritch meat puberty and discovers she's also an abomination. Her attempt to surrender after that leads to her seeing that everyone saying Uzi is exactly who she presents herself as was telling the truth. Negev reconciles with her mom after that. The monster you feared wasn't a monster at all and also you're also a monster-but-not-really. Really activates the almonds and says a lot about society.
>>127929 I'm a bit sad, not going to lie, and soon new year is coming, preparing for that, I'm pretty occupied, still come here to read, and reply the most I can
>>127941 Times are like this, anon, many contentfags are busy and rarely post content, because of which there is little activity, and already because of this some anons are getting anxiety.
>>127945 I enjoyed the annual Anime Retrospective with Statler and Waldorf thread. >I watched that 'Spice and Wolf' remake and it did a great job demonstrating a key concept of finance! >Debt? >No! Low interest! DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO
I have like 17 requests in the drafts for who-knows how long and I still haven't bothered drawing even one of them. Someone should kick me in the balls for my overwhelming laziness. Fuck, I hate myself.
>>127951 Yes, but it all quite literally goes through her. I'm typing this on a keyboard display she's projecting on her belly while looking at her screen. Hold on, she wants me to look up a recipe for a oil-cream sauce for dinner tonight.
>>127960 Well, it could be worse. I've heard that they use some people as sources of blood for drinking, so you should make sure you don't suffer that fate.
Trust me, it's better to die than to be nothing but a pool of blood.
>>127964 >big drone gf giggling as you tap your fingers on her belly keyboard projection >"Oooh, what are you looking up?" >she knows exactly what you're looking up, because your search bar is on her screen >search something lewd and you can hear the fans inside her start to whirr
>>127945 /out/ can be fun but depends on thread, /tv/ depends even more on the thread, /pol/ can be interesting too but is 98% bait and gorespam these days, /k/ is not much better since Ukraine war began.
>>127967 >You had like to write someone for help >But she always sees what you looking up >And you don't want to get involved in "bonding games" >Never
space trucker mama drone, has a little extra padding on her chassis. runs on diesel and smokes like a chimney. has cute younger fellas waiting on her on half the planets along her route
>it is the year 3xxx >you go to the store to buy a tv >all the tvs are just drones- you are expected to watch tv by staring into their display >want a bigger screen? buy a bigger drone >by the time you get to the 85 inch "tvs" and above, the drones are getting ridiculously big >their size is just another feature, the largest drones having wide hips to provide stability and support to your screen and soft, pliable bellies for you to sleep on as you stare up at their monitors >one of the largest models gives you a wink and flashes her sharp, car-crusher teeth as you walk by
>>127852 Agreed! In part! Not sure if this is a justification of it (depends on how your views in the end really), but I can explain why it happened and why 6 likely isn't all representative for their relation. Alice&Beau do have a fundamentally positive relationship since without Alice Beau would either have died long ago or never existed at all, depending on which take you go with (it can really only be one of two things and I think we know nothing in order to tell what's more probable- either Besu having been alive since CFL's active days and Alice having saved him during or in the very first days afzer the core collapse, while he was completely useless to her- or Besu having smh been activated later on to serve as labour to her, however pillbabies need two drone's code, so I personally believe the first).
Which relationship they had then hm, mother-son? Sister-brother (seen that take dur to possible very close age and dynamic)? Something else or inbetween, whatever it is, there is positive interaction in 6, very little, very vague, but it could show how things could usually have been, during less dangerous moments. The first one is during the ambush (kinda questionable to use Beau as bait, but he was doing well and didn't seem upset by it, furthermore the mixed 'human'-WD-DD group did only further show Alice she should take them out by trying to shoot the baby immediately), they work together very well there. The second is the very next and last positive onscreen (only partially) interaction of Alice and Beau, when Alice finds out Uzi is Nori's. Alice was not amazed initially, (judging of her tone and facial expression but that's obvious) but what was the first thing she did? Not 'torture Uzi because she is related to Nori'(the BS every brainlet offsite seems to believe), or even directly turn to Uzi to talk with her, question or berate her, no, the very first thing that came to Alice's mind, when she made such a rather remarkable discovery in their largely monotonous Underground live, was to call Beau and tell him, in a very happy and excited tone >BEAU! We've got Nori's kid here! a- til Uzi bit her. Only possible because Alice remained close enough to Uzi and letting her guard down, which Uzi full of foresight exploited. That scene says a lot imo, Alice even set N and the 'human' aside, did not touch V, all to be ready when Uzi wakes up because she was as a WD that came down to CFL the most interesting one of the group (Alice could probably have taken the cores out of N and V very fast before Uzi woke up ). But upon discovering that 'interesting' WD was Nori's on top of everything else, the first thing she did was to tell Beau.
Then there is of courser the rougher later treatment, namely >Back to the others!😾 And >They can't leave the office IDJIT ! but those can be explained too, if it's justified depends on you. The first one was due to Beau idling there without a thought evident on his 0\/0, I think Alice told him to get out there becuase he was in the way, would not like what was going to happen soon anyways, and maybe because Alice was somewhat mad at herself still due to letting herself get caught by Uzi like that earlier, maybe something along the lines of 'shouldn't have expected anything else from Nori's spawn' or so. The second 'outburst' has a better explanation, realizing that Beau let the DD see the code, the very same DD that tried shoot the pillbaby on sight earlier, the very one that could have entered Alice's room and killed them both there (the door was still open at the time (green light)), Beau did fuck up there. Alice's response was rough, but I think upon realizing what happened there wasn't just anger bit also surprise and maybe some fear as well. Seeing Beau stand there 0/\0 doing nothing again didn't help him exactly.
One more thing that shouldn't be underestimated tho is how impactful that 'backstabbing' by Uzi was on Alice's mental state, she was very playful and while of course lightly deranged, Alice is a great conversationalist. Having that interaction with Uzi get interrupted by suddenly getting her finger bitten-not just a bit, but so hard it came off clean- and getting laughed at so ugly must have hit Alice pretty bad, it shows a lot. Still, she's cute and good at heart
>grabbing Mac's fat tentacock straight out of his pants as he gives you a refill or Coke >petting it like an anaconda, pressing down on the head and rolling it between your palms >Mac desperately trying not to spill your drink as he quivers beneath your touch, his disassembly dong depositing a fat, sticky dollop of pre between your hands like a lotion dispenser >you slip a $20 into his underwear and give him a slap on the ass before sending him back for more wings
>>127918 Eh, just start over with Akita. Third time's the charm, right? [Spoiler/]Also what is her relationship with Colt? Or is he permanently doing his own thing, away from all the family drama?[spoiler]
>>127999 Akita was a virgin birth she didn't see coming, and Colt's just a regular kid who's the only one in the family other than his grandpa who can go outside during the day. ... Would an Uzi who became a Solverpede using her original body as a cute puppet be less traumatized by Akita's birth and nature, or would she be even more traumatized because in addition to what she is in the actual fic this timeline's Akita's is also a living breathing reminder of what she sacrificed?
>>127997 >Beretta was sitting at a nearby table with her classmates at the time >Because of the pressure of the robo-society, she was obliged to sit still, unable to move or turn off her sensors >She was forced to watch it, from the very beginning to the "explosive" end >She wanted to scream, but drank Dr. Pepper >That Mac brought her
>>127993 >Alice is a great conversationalist never thought about this but it's legitimately impressive how good she is at talking given how she was underground with nobody to talk to until she found/made beau– who is a mute so not much help there. her only other conversation partners would have been feral DDs, which again– not big talkers.
I think once she had a home of her own– not just shelter, not just fortifications– a home– Alice would take great pride in it, and in making it as nice as possible
>>127397 >>127399 >>127400 It really is an inspired and appropriate choice, even as filler for the storyboard. >Are you circling the drainpipe, getting off on pain like/ You're corrupted? >I need to know where your loyalties lie >Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite? >Do you really wanna twist a knife in the belly/Of the monster?
>System failure >Life is encrypted, you are modified >Like a virus in a lullaby >Artificial 'til the day you die, silly programme >You're corrupted
>Wipe the system and back the fuck up >You're a puppet, when they cut your strings off >Don't come crawling back, you're on your own
>>128016 >you order a warm glass of peepis >Mac sighs under his breath as he pulls his shorts down and hefts his mighty manhood onto the dinner table, shaking the glass and silverware with a bang >his tentacle dick wraps around the base of your glass, pulling it to the edge of the table before slithering in over the rim >fwsssh >the femcels at the table hunch over, their saucy nuggies forgotten, eyes focused on the scene in front of them >several photos are snapped with phones, others holding their devices up to record the process >Mac's eye twitches as the peepis pours from his penis, the carbonation of the drink feeling so good yet so very wrong as the fizzy cola quickly fills up the glass >he sets the glass in front of you with an obviously forced smile, tucking his monstrous meat back into his pants >only to get smacked in the shaft by the femcel sitting next to you >she looks up at him with wide eyes and a smile >she wants to change her order to peepis too >Mac looks around the table, eyes narrowing, as one femcel after another raises their empty glass to him >as if it has a mind of its own, his prehensile penis practically swan dives into the proffered cup >just a few more decades of this and he can pay for drone university
>>128041 most thats been posted lately has been posted before, or are wips drawfriends should remember to upload their (finished) pieces and tomoe was digging through old archives, which no one else is currently doing people are busy
>>128049 Don't worry, they shared a mortified look and Mac very quickly whispered "s'from'a'bot'l" before getting back in character. It doesn't make it any less horrific of an experience for her.
>>127748 Then correct the entry, you twat, or are you too busy polishing your ivory throne with your ass while look down on the people who try to complete the wiki