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Reposting because I didn't check the post count before dumping all this. >Emily floats weightlessly in the darkness of the Doorman household >doors and locks were meaningless to ghosts like her, she phases through one after the other to her destination >as her head breaks through the door to a quiet bedroom, she takes a deep, desperate breath >the smell of studly musk and teenage hormones fills her nonexistent lungs, a manic grin forming on her face as her body shudders >the room is small and messy, stuffed to the brim with knick-knacks >aged footballs and trophies, signed jerseys hung reverently on the wall, dirty clothes and uniforms tossed haphazardously on the floor >posters of bands long past her time hang on every wall of the room- disassembly drone singers and rockstars sharing the stage with worker drones in wild hairstyles- things that would have been unthinkable when she was alive >Emily grins, bending down to pick up a small, orange pair of shorts with the tip of her ghostly finger- standard issue wear at Twunk Hooters >she stretches it between her hands as she stares at the sleeping disassembler in a too-small bed, his legs poking out from the end, wondering how he'd look in such a scandalous garment >perhaps she'd haunt the establishment later >licking her lips, she lets the shorts fall to the floor, positioning herself between his legs she begins to crawl beneath the covers >she places ghostly hands on thick disassembler legs, crawling up his body inch by inch until she reaches her prize >a pair of boxer briefs strained with the effort of containing the fleshy appendage inside >she presses her face against it, feeling it squish beneath her, slowly but steadily growing, hardening >Emily sticks out her fat tongue, ghostly ectoplasm dripping from it as she gives the well-packed boxers a long, forceful lick, smearing ectoplasm over the garment >if only she were corporeal, he would be all hers >but there was only one way for the disassembler to truly see and feel her >the realm of dreams >leaving his manhood behind, Emily continues to crawl beneath the covers until she is face to face with Mac >the sleeping drone drools slightly, sharp teeth exposed and shining bright in the darkness >for a moment, Emily is still, staring deep into his display >flickers of yellow command text occassionally flicker on Mac's screen, his dreaming subroutines running smooth >looking into his eyes like this, her feet only reach his thighs. there was plenty of disassembly drone boy to go around. >she wraps her arms about his shoulders, pressing herself close, the disassembly drone beneath her shuddering as her cold, ghostly embrace cools him >Emily smiles- as if she needed any more confirmation that the two were made for one another >disassemblers run hot, and she was eternally cold, that was simple math >slinking down beneath the covers, making sure to press and grind herself against him all the way, Emily prepares to interface >sliding his legs apart and pulling Mac's boxers about his ankles, a wicked grin creases her face as a cold, ghastly finger hovers inches away from his interface port >and she shoves it inside
>>131087 >the world blurs, the confines of the apartment melting away >cyan text appears on Mac's visor, injected code seeping into his dreaming subroutines >Emily finds herself in a familiar field >green grass painted with white lines, stadium lights shining onto the field, a roaring crowd, and her beloved under center about to snap the ball >she thinks herself into more appropriate garments, a tiny cheerleader's skirt manifesting onto her nonexistent hips >a little underwhelming, that wouldn't do. no reason to be modest when she could be anything >concentrating, her lower half begins to transform >worker boots are replaced with peg legs, Emily's rounded bottomplate morphing into a pair of killer hips, her tiny skirt stretching as it fails to contain her perfect backside >the ground beneath her appears further and further away as inch upon inch of extra height is thought into existence >her arms thicken, wrists expand, fingers flex with power as she feels deadly retractable claws slide into place >ghastly blue LEDs flicker into existence, a deadly stinger tail waving behind her as she struts from one end of the field to another >she scans the field once more, her eyes flickering to the scoreboard >4th and goal, down by 5, seconds on the clock, her boytoy under center >oh, Mac, she smiles >he hikes the ball, drones push against one another, he looks to the left, then to the right, there's no one open >tucking the ball between his arms, he runs up the middle and dives >crashing through friend and foe, his arms outstretched, he dives into the endzone >the gathered crowd explodes into cheers, chanting his name as Mac is held aloft by his teammates >she catches sight of his assembled family, grandparents, parents, sisters, moving towards him >it was one of those happy dreams where you felt the warmth of family >she couldn't have that >rushing onto the field with the crowd, she fights her way towards her superstar stud, pushing over Mac's assembled family with her new, powerful form >wading through Mac's assembled teammates, she grabs his head and gently turns it towards her, away from his dream family >his eyes focus on her, Emily's form instantly attracting his attention >in a dream full of half-thought crowd constructs, Mac's unconscious mind recognized her as being less dreamlike than everything else >she tilts her mouth towards his- he follows along, simply going with the flow of the dream, their soft lips touch >she puts her long, segmented disassembler tongue to good use, wrestling with his own as she invades his mouth >her fingers run through his long, golden locks, the feeling of silky smooth hair more real than anything she could experience in the waking world >the dream constructs around her flicker as they lose unconscious priority, becoming more and more formless as the dream is increasingly centered on the two of them >Mac looks into her eyes as they break the kiss, his screen blushing as he pants for air >wrapping her arms around him, Emily lowers Mac to the ground, the two of them eye level as she pulls him into a hug >"What a game, Mac!" >"Yeah, that was... who are..?" Mac trails off, confused by the foreign presence in his mind >"Haha, did you hit your head too hard on that touchdown play? It's me, your girlfriend Emily." >Mac smiles, of course, how could he forget his girlfriend, the captain of the cheerleading squad? >Emily tugs at his pads, eager to see him outside of them >"Do you want any help getting out of these?" Emily leans forwards, whispering directly into Mac's audio receptors. "We can go back to your place," she moves a hand to her mouth as she giggles >Mac nods and smiles dumbly, enthralled. >Emily takes his hand and leads him away from the field, past the encouraging coaches and cheering fans, her tail wrapping around and pulling against Mac's own >she catches his eyes glancing at her, working his gaze from her smiling face to her fat hips, up and down her body >"See something you like," she teases, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close as they walk >Mac looks away, his display alight with a blush. "I've never seen bulbs that color before. Everyone I know has yellow one." >Emily squeed internally, the thought of a boy thinking about her "eyes" intensely satisfying >the two of them walk hand in hand beyond the bleachers, the dream world bending and folding to accomodate their desires, the entrance to the bunker appearing much closer than it actually is >the worker defence force drone at the entrance gives the two disassemblers a knowing look as he opens the bunker door >before they now it, both disassemblers are tip toeing through the quiet dark of the Doorman's apartment, giving each other knowing glances as they slip into Mac's room unnoticed >Emily locks the door behind them, grinning lick a disassembler cornering her prey
>>131088 >the two drones embrace, the arms running over one another as they fumble in the dark to undo their clothes >Mac's football gear soon lies in a pile on the floor, shortly joined by Emily's top >she makes a show of removing her skirt and panties, bending down in front of him and pressing her ample backside against his groin as she grinds against him >Emily gasps as she feels a claw sneak beneath her panties, slicing through the garment like paper and exposing her wet, dripping sex >she turns around, her panties caught on the tip of Mac's claw >Mac gives a nervous smile as his adapter stands at rapt attention, Emily gives it a few light touches with her fingers before pushing him onto the too-small bed, her ripped panties flying off to the bedside >she crawls onto the bed, disassembler booty raised high in the air for Mac to see >the bed creaks beneath their combined weight- barely able to contain Mac much less the both of them >his cock pulses with fluid, the tentacle-like appendage standing proudly in the air as her hand grabs at the base, unable to wrap fully around the thick member >Mac bites his lip as she slowly strokes her hand up and down his cock, unintentionally drawing a drop of oil from his lip >Emily wastes no time, springing forwards to lap up the oil as she continues to beat him off >Mac runs his strong hands through Emily's hair, grabbing her ponytails and pulling her deeper into the kiss >his member leaks fat beads of precum that stream down his length, Emily's stroking creating an orchestra of lewd squelches >she can feel him shiver beneath her, his hips lifting up to thrust into the air >Mac gasps for breath as she stops stroking his cock, the mattress beneath them shaking as she repositions herself above his member >taking the tip into her hand, she lines Mac's well-lubed meat with her swollen sex before slowly descending onto his member >she can feel Mac moving his prehensile penis inside her, probing her sensitive insides with the tapered head before pushing upwards with another inch of thick cock that stretches her to the limit >Emily wraps her arms around Mac's neck as she bounces up and down on the disassembly drone's dick, the two of them gasping and moaning and begging for more >"M-mac..." she stutters as he picks up the pace, jackhammering his cock in and out of her, "cum inside, please." >Mac loses his composure as the two approach their climax, his rhythm becoming a desperate, feral series of quick thrusts in and out before finally plunging into her pussy one last time >Emily bites hard on his shoulder as she moans, squirting and drenching Mac's tentacock with fem fluid >his cock pulses and grows inside of her as heavy gouts of seed make their way through his snaking organ, depositing one thick rope of seed after another into her waiting womb >the two of them lay together for what seems like hours, gasping for breath, looking into each other's eyes >still seated in his lap, Emily takes Mac's hand in her own >"Mac, I-" >there's a knock at the door >the dream world shifts, becomes unstable, the room around them melting >Emily's disassembly drone form flickers and fails, her true form taking precedence in the half-dreaming state >Mac's eyes widen as he sees the headless worker drone corpse impaled on his dick, her torn-off neck spurting oil >He screams
>>131089 >"Mac, wake the fuck up." >Mac shudders awake with a gasp, his digital eyes darting from one side of the room to another >Beretta stands at the foot of his bed, her arms crossed >"We're going to be late, dope. We're visiting grandpa and grandma today" >Beretta squints her eyes, lowering them to look at Mac's covers >she grins devilishly. "D-did you pee yourself? Were you having a nightmare?" >she sniffs the air, her grin evaporating as she takes in the heady scent that permeates the room >Mac looks at his covers with horror, the comforter soaked and sticky with cum- and some other substance he can't quite identify >Beretta physically gags, bringing her arm in front of her mouth. "Robogod, that's fucking nasty, dude. You didn't steal another picture of Jane from me, did you?" >Mac screams, leaping from bed and splattering the walls with all manner of gooey secretions >with speed borne from being a murder drone, he physically throws Beretta out of the room and slams the door shut, leaning against the door to keep it shut >what the fuck was his life? >looking down at his flaccid cock, he runs a finger along its length, gathering a sticky fingerful of something >it wasn't cum, not his, it was a light blue and cold to the touch >was he dying? did he have to see the doctor? would anyone even know what to do? murder drone medicine wasn't exactly a popular or practical doctorate to hold >maybe Aunt J would know- she at least had the professionalism that he could trust her not to tell everybody in the bunker >Mac shivered, why was he so cold all the time? he must be dying. >unkown to him, Emily hugged him tight, a thank-you for the happiest night she'd known in a long time
I feel this year is starting nice and dandy calm, but ANYWAY You guys feel like doing a drawpile this week? (Im gonna use magma because drawpile brings more trouble for hosting)
>>131104 But we don't know how much WD!V's personality was different from DD!V's. She literally only had a couple seconds, and we can't build a personality portrait from them.
>>131102 (Me) Like I don't know why, but I feel an overwhelming need to protect this drone from anything that could harm her. And it's not in a "She's my gf and I need to protect her" way, it's more in a "If the wind is just a smidgen too strong she'll die" way. Like there's just something about her that makes me want to keep her innocence intact. She's just too pure for this world.
>>131122 Anon, she might actually turn out to be just as much of a bitch as DD!V, it's just that she'll be in the body of a worker drone instead of a genocidal machine, that making her killing capabilities slightly limited.
>>131101 >J sits there, a tiny, insignificant speck in the cold white expanse >huddled into herself as blooms and streamers of colored light paint in faint pastels across her frowning face >the distant pops and crackles only dully heard over the howl of biting wind >she stares unblinking into the technicolor constellations with weary eyes, the bouquets of flame stirring long dormant memories >of master and maid stealing away into the night, to a distant hill just close enough to the rest of the world to see the fireworks. >too entranced by the lights overhead to pay the cold any mind >even after the last ember had sputtered and faded, the pair lingered there on the hill. >Tessa had rested her head on her maid's shoulder and given a longing sigh. neither of them wanted to return to that house. to that family. >so they sat on the cool grass, huddled close together, and watched the stars for as long as they could bear the cold >J thought of that fleeting, perfect moment– thought of Tessa under a starry sky, drifting into a rare peaceful sleep by her side– >and felt a little less alone.
>>131123 Silver Sonic and Metal Sonic done, now all you need is Mecha/Super Mecha Sonic from S3&K, Rocket Mecha from Sonic the Fighters, and Mecha 2 from Sonic Adventure
Reposting from last thread because i might have a dumb idea with this:
>Avre gets sent out on a quick mission or some shit. >Finishes the mission but gets severely damaged >dosent report this damage to anyone, just gives the bare minimum information to signify mission completed, then returns to base. (think of it as the sentinel drones communication version of just sending the thumbs up emoji as confirmation) >Shuffles into base without anyone noticing her condition, and kinda retreats into her locker as per ususal. >spends alot longer then usual inside, eventually one of her higherups has to come grab her for a debreif. >Knocks on the locker. >no responce other then some shuffling. >Opens the locker while joking about "not hiding from debriefing forever" >Sees picrel inside >Nopes the fuck out.
>>131133 Murder drones Venture Bros AU? >Cyn as an actual villain >Uzi as a wannabe villain but failing >N as a Villain who doesnt want to be but forced by his Number 2 J >V as an Villain whos heart isnt in it anymore
>>131121 Agreed, Alice is still extremely precious tho and small so needs protection too! Maybe 1,45 tall, since Nori seems a bit taller in the BTS thing. Without antlers tho🦌 >>131120 Not tonight...but soon. >>131107 This is her now, the head didn't fit very well and I had to add stuff on the back. Will do this one all as instructed originally, but there is a lot that can easily be improved, like adding fingers, a neck, and. 3d antlers and helmet. Now that I think of it, that one MD mod for minecraft has a very decent blocky Alice, if one could get the textures they would make a great base for a better model too.
>>131141 >>131142 Which irl thing did happen now? Also true, I saw the trump attrmpt here and didn't even get it was a real thing till like 2 hours later
>>131174 How does that tongue fit in that little tiny mouth? Do they hide them away in their mouth like snakes? Or do they have tiny assemblers in their mouths to produce tongues of any kind?
>>131177 He had a one-sided crush on Jane and is a little too awkward to score a date with any living chicks (not helped by his parents' fame making him a target for people who wanna mooch off it) Rebecca and Emily both have the hots (or colds) for him though - a nonthreatening little DD hunk
>>131177 Back when he was first made he was made to be the perfect male drone anyways but I guess we’ve found that balance between making him a Doorman loser and the golden child by forcing him to work at DD Twink hooters
>>131184 I like the idea of tardwrangling Negev being a responsibility he's taken on on top of all that. She needs someone around who'd be able to physically restrain her if shit hits the fan especially if she Bloodborne werewolfs out from reaching Hulk levels of anger or running low on oil.
>>131194 >Mac approaches Uzi and N >"Dearest mother and father,.could you consider helping me with Negev? By, y'know, parenting?" >He leaves after I becomes clear they won't stop laughing anytime soon
>>131210 Maybe she knew very well or not at all, but seems like it was eventually all of no meaning for her. She was trapped, could not get out, but would not die either since she figured out how to deal with everything. Beau was weird company, not like someone mute would talk or adk about such things like time. But I think she knew that, if DDs would keep coming or not, she would be going to stay down there anyways, the only likely end being Copper-9 dealing with AS itself (i mention this because I think Alice knows things about DDs/solver war from humans who were there, stuff like using heat effectively against them. The computers have info, I'm sure she read that sometime). In any case she was seemingly destined to stay there forever, hence Uzi's appearance being such a big deal. What a wasted opportunity really.
>>131210 So probably yes, drones should have internal calendar, but time is meaningless there if no changis in sight ever. Doubt it is any better now, likely worse. Unable to do anything, yet still there, even more trapped than before
>>131223 no cute innocent drones dying horribly is haha funny, why aren't you laughing? see, that was a girl with hopes and dreams and a family and now she's been massacred isn't that hilarious?
goodnight everyone, I hope you dream of cooking with your favorite drone in a kitchen that's a little too small, bumping and snuggling up against each other while you try and maneuver around to cook, giggling and teasing and sneaking little pecks all the while
>>131231 >be you >working at a contractor of a subsidiary of a subsidiary of the JCJenson Corporation >sitting in the break room >the quiet J unit from accounting starts breaking down into tears >says something about needing to file several million W-2s for the new tech workers >before you can ask for an explanation, she morphs her right arm into a gun and blows her head off >it regenerates and she starts crying even harder about there being no escape >she tells you how lucky you are to be human and to feel the embrace of death one day >you shrug and go downstairs to the tech department >opening the door, you see them >millions upon millions of oogis arguing, fighting, jumping on keyboards, and chewing on wires >oogis tumble from server racks and splatter on the floor, their clothing rapidly stripped from their bodies by their more civilized brethren, their bodies dragged away for purposed unknown by the less civilized ones >someone higher up decided that with enough oogis jumping on keyboards and copy/pasting github repositories, we'd have the next big breakthrough in artificial intelligence >you shut the door and leave them to their 'work' >walking back into the break room, you toss the inconsolable J unit over your shoulder >time to quit and take some company property with you
>>131260 The Solver did nothing wrong. She’s a girlboss that was simply hungry. Cyn is a retarded robot who can’t even properly do what she was programmed for.
>>131268 Yeah, she also similar to a shadow person and also wear a Victorian dress, and also a popular concept of her being sister with Louisa with is fun >>131269 True too that
>>131279 I've never liked cosplay, I don't know why, but cosplaying characters done for purposes other than eroticism has always looked creepy to me, but this one I really like.
if there was a human who cared for and befriended Alice before the core collapse, and she somehow saw him again, do you think she would be ashamed of what she had become? would she try and hide or downplay it? or would she be frank about it, explain that she had to adapt to survive?
>>131308 >>131309 I agree, but imagine how it would feel for someone who knew her as sweet and naive to find her feral, violent, and half-mad. it would definitely hurt at least a bit
>>131318 if the sentinels' safety protocols weren't disabled when the core collapsed, then the human could just make them stand down and get Alice out of there
Does everyone else here on /md/ kinda have this love-hate relationship with oogis? I know i do, like one part of me likes them. But the other part makes me want to see these get through a blender when i lay eyes on them. Is that bad?
>>131321 I think that's the point The Oogsters lean into that a bit by making them genuinely pernicious little shits who deserve what they get while also pulling absurd shenanigans on the side
>>131330 I vaguely recall them being like Oogis, but they're brats instead of goblins, and they like Vees and Duls. Could be wrong though. We need an archive we can search.
>>131329 You're never going to find one you didn't make yourself because mdfags are mostly normies that just want Oogislop. >t. Boog Green Enjoyer annoyed by lack of greens focused on them
>>131334 >no ponytail That's a synthoid Lizzu. They're actually a type of slug the Chinese try to pass off as Lizzus, like those synthoid monkeys that are actually slugs the Chinese try to pass off as monkeys.
>>131332 The moment you said brats, for some reason i immediately thought of them as oogi equivalent of monster fuckers like lizzie is and now i want to scrub my brain for thinking that.
>>131333 Seriously i keep seeing this bugretta art and always think that those are hot dog buns on the side instead of being a hand thats holding her up.
>>131373 >fun canon fact: in every scene where Doll speaks the translation is always inaccurate, she’s actually saying some variation of “I wish Anon was her, I would like to kiss him very much”
>>131365 >brief controversy over Negev being "a disrespectful portrayal of schizophrenia sufferers" >drawn out shitshow over grunt drones being "lolibait", Lucy gets dragged into the argument for some reason >Cici has her design "fixed" >Blondi gets classified as a hate symbol by the ADL
>>131381 >>131383 It's folly, don't you know? We're inviting a sensitive crowd in, and they'll completely warp the flow. Only thing we really can do is bully them out or into being at least semi normal users.
>>131429 Give it a week or two, and if posting doesn't.pick back up then upload it. If this slower rate of posting proves lasting, then put the /md/ Simulator on TikTok.
>>131431 fine, it only exists as a last resort anyway i figured not giving the link would filter brainlets from the equation at least, but i'm hesitant to deploy it yet also
>>131383 >>131380 That TikTok shit if true is 1:1 the very same kikery as 'our birthrates are too low, we need more workers' BS that causes all the subs to be flooding Europe and US since 10 years. Trying to lure Tiktok mfs or anyone from outside just to gain quantity will work just as well as that, but you'll see soon enough
>>131433 >>131431 If you do it then at least without link. When you all are seriously that action starved then at this point just buy bots to post here ffs
>>131436 >companies want H1Bs because you can make them do whatever you want and they won't complain because their visa depends on keeping this job >this Anon wants TikTok kids because ???
>>131439 i already said i was going to wait, jfc, i'm sick and tired of people whining about low activity and then people complaining when someone tries to take initiative to bring people in
>>131444 >NTA Legitimately don't do that shit ignore what js quiet possibly one guy complaining about thread speed and also this is the stuff we joked about they were never serious suggestions
>>131466 Why do you think everyone who isn’t in this thread right now is an 11 year old child?, you know there are other people out there that have similar sensibilities to us and would be here posting if they knew this place existed right?
As a European anon who is usually asleep at the height of posting, I'm kind of glad that I don't spend 3 hours every morning looking at the 600+ replies that American anons created overnight, but I also miss the level of autism we used to have when threads would fill up literally in a day.
Sometimes, when level posting is really low, I'm literally eaten up by an emptiness that leaves me feeling apathetic, but I don't show it outwardly and try to lead a normal life.
I'm literally addicted to this place, and it's really weird shit.
>>131467 >>131475 I'll break it down for you >Someone makes thread simulator videos for the Undertale thread, posts them on Youtube >They take off >Thousands of tourists, newfags, and genuinely obnoxious people flood the threads >Avatarfagging increases to absurd levels >"Pillar Of The Community" phrase is both ironically and unironically used to refer to thread celebrities >Constant thread drama much worse than these threads have seen >Increase in vore??? >No one even remotely talks about Undertale or Deltarune anymore unless it's to talk about how fuckable the characters are >Any theories, ideas, or questions about the game as a whole are treated like a joke and laughed or just ignored >No greentexts
>>131471 Many here, me included, have got used to this place going blazing fast, because the autism was so much, but from what I've seen, we are an abnormal case, this speed is the normal in similar type of threads I think I'm getting used to this speed, still feels like a lot of autism, and feels comfy
just got banned on 4chins for "trolling" because I called out a guy who was defending a pedophile that asked a 14yo boy for half-naked pics of himself. yet another reason to never return to that shithole
>>131489 I can't find myself caring about 4chan anymore. The vidya threads are shit and just constant culture war shit. The /co/ threads are shit because no good cartoons or comics are being made anymore. The /tg/ threads are... well still /tg/ threads but you can only talk about warhammer and 5e so much before it gets old. With the timer there's just n nothing worth going back for anymore.
>>131498 No, probably did the most obvious thing when they do something you don't like, and there is nothing you can do to change it, you go away to another place
>>131483 wonder if there'd be a way to insta-filter all the zoomers and xitterbrained freaks so only viewers with /md/'s brand of autism stick around to watch the video
>>131504 I remember the good times, the (you) greens flowed like milk and honey and the spamtotem was extra funny when viewed in real time as it was being posted, but all that remains is dust…
>>131506 Okay, hear me out: >Tessa does the equivalent of the Dark Heresy session where Grendel the adept started down his path to sainthood by one-shotting a greater daemon of Khorne with his knife: with a single bullet from the Elliots' iconic percussion revolver, Cyn's core is popped and the threat of the Absolute Solver is ended for now >its mental hold over Tessa's drones fades, and they return to consciousness >V comes to to find that N got fed to the crows and she herself is part-flesh monster now >JCJensen cleanup crew takes away all of the drones that had been contaminated by the Solver taking power over them (i.e. all of them except J) and, after analysis, ships Tessa's zombie drones to Cabin Fever >Nori is overjoyed to meet V, because she's a robot maid who can do cool killy shit (even though shy mousy V has little interest in cool killy shit) and it's like one of her Japanese animes >because of the presence of V (and her wings and regeneration and sweet freaking Resident Evil monster claw) and the rest of Tessa's dumpster friends, more, maybe even most, of Cabin Fever's lab rats make it to the surface with Nori and Yeva and settle in to Outpost 3 after the core collapse >fast forward to Now >various things are going on >among them, Lizzy feeling deeply conflicted over her monsterfucking inclinations and struggling with her repressed attraction to her stepmom V
>>130999 And done. No story involving these fellas since I wanna do more creatures and not be tied to newer chapters, that and gradually introduce more stuff from outside Takamagahara itself, after all I did establish two extra regions around it in Ashihara and Yomotsu, and now we'll get a glimpse of stuff that's more Ashiraha related.
>descendants of toothed whales and part of a group of animals known as “Terracetians” (literally “Land Whales”), with Belugas being their closest genetic ancestors >one of the most abundant dezines of the Mist Islands, their territory even stretching on parts of the mainland, with sightings of them going as far as the glacial landscapes at the edges of the habitable zone >a predominantly nocturnal species, preferring to start activity at dusk; they live in groups consisting of three to four families, but can congregate in bigger pods during colder seasons >they’ve retained the echolocation ability of their ancestors, however it’s nowhere near as advanced as it used to be, all thanks to the difference in environment; sound doesn’t travel as well in air as it does in water, so upon transitioning to a land based lifestyle, their echolocation system had to change significantly, no longer utilizing their lower jaw to receive sounds, their melon now acting as both the transmitter and receiver (1/3)
>>131556 >an adaptation that has allowed them to perform such act is their ability to “shut off” their inner ear, allowing them to focus on the sounds they perceive through the melon, utilising a Doppler effect to judge how far and how fast something is moving around them; it’s still a somewhat crude form of echolocation compared to their older one, which is why they now also utilize sight as means to navigate their environment, their large black eyes being perfect for their nocturnal lifestyle >the sounds they make are still similar to the clicks and chirps toothed whales were known for >they’ve retained the friendly nature of their Beluga cousins, probing things they find interesting and even playing with each other, especially as juveniles >they possess a fine layer of insulating fur, only their enlarged foreheads being left naked; this fur changes color with the seasons, with it gaining a gray hue during warmer seasons and a shiny white one throughout the colder months. >they’re ok swimmers and have been seen traversing lakes and it is speculated that this is how they’ve managed to form a population on the smaller of the Mist Islands and on the mainland >don’t let their nugget anatomy fool you as they’re not sluggish in the least, being capable of running away with incredible speed if need be (2/3)
>>131557 >while vegetation like ferns and lichen fruits make up most of their diet, they won’t ever say no to meat if the chance arrives, one of their most preferred treats being Ice Crabs, a species of crustacean that’s yet another case of Carcinisation, populating most of the Mist Islands and the frigid mainland. >they’re a fairly unique species of arthropod, being capable of living in sub zero environments thanks to a protein in their blood that acts as an anti-freeze; they’re still significantly more sluggish during the cold seasons compared to the more temperate ones, but in general they’re active all year round, feeding on roots and dead organisms they unearth from the snow with their specialized claws; Ningen love preying on these critters in particular thanks to their abundance and tasty meat, the height of these hunts unsurprisingly occurring during the cold season where the crustaceans are at their most vulnerable, however there are so many of them the Ningen barely put a dent in their population (3/3)