/md/ - Murder Drones

Impregnating Elf, again!

>>132167
Chat do we know Elf's opinion on this?

>>132167
YES

>>132167
I strongly endorse this message
>Elf for Pregnant, Elf for Motherhood, 2025!

>>132172
Awwww

>>132172
hehe SD-C double tail

>>132168
She's suicidal but Harper gives her kissies

>>132164
What do you think pre-Cabin Fever Nori worked at where she'd have been exposed to anime and nightcore?

>>132168
Elf keeps dragging her Anon into secluded areas and offering herself, so I think she might be from Canada

>>132179
I thought you said that Elf kept shredding Anon

>>132180
Oh she's definitely leaving one part of his anatomy red and raw

>>132181
Oh IS she now?
Also grab her ears and do a Mrs Trunchbull

>>132167
Unpregnating Elf.

>>132167
>>132184
Elf simulating pregnancy

>>132185
Helping simulate marital life for Elf

>>132185
Why

>>132178
Gamestop? Some store like that perhaps?

>>132188
Worker Drones all crave nightcore and anime deep down

>>132189
Even Yeva? Even Alice? Even the Teacher?

Q and Bet do a special segment on addictions, with G and her gambling addiction being the main focus

>>132190
Yessss

>>132191
>500 cigarettes

>>132187
you get preggo elf but don't have to deal with any of the consequences

I can't believe Cyn used solver magic to make N pregnant as a joke...

>>132194
>imagine not wanting to care for her active camo, railgun armed elfling children

>>132194
Imagine no

N hates grade 5 wagyu beef

>>132198
only because it's not rocks

>>132196
Don't worry Anon, some of us still appreciate the finer things in life
Like marrying Elf

>>132199
I hate it as well because it looks too fatty

Lot's of talk about pregnant drones in this thread. Don't forget U-U and their ever-increasing brood of rambunctious, corn-fed disassembler children.

>>132195
Funnily enough, If I remember correctly there was a comic on twitter featuring Pregnant N.

>>132203
You'll get used to itttt

>>132204
....May I see it?

>>132201
I really want to smooch this Drone

>>132203
Pure ethanol fueled, since corn is basically 90% of their diet
It's the only thing Anon can grow faster than his horde of offspring
At least U-U has moved from bratty pranking to being a pair of seductive milfs

Nori knew how to keep the Solver at bay.
Being bueno

>>132210
>ON ZOMBIE ISLAND
>IN SPAAAAAAAACEEEEE

>>132210
>Asahi walked beside me, her metallic frame reflecting the soft blue glow of the holograms.
>Her voice broke through the hum of activity. “Station No. 7 is primarily dedicated to resource collection, drone assembly, and logistics coordination for surrounding systems. We oversee everything from planetary mining operations to drone deployment for outpost maintenance and extermination assignments.”
>I kept my expression neutral, though I couldn’t help but take in the scope of the operation. The holographic projections showed dozens of planets marked with JCJenson’s insignia, each one a testament to the company’s grip on interstellar expansion.
>From uninhabited mining worlds to distant outposts, the reach of the station was staggering.
>As we moved further into the hub, a figure stepped into our path—a Disassembly Drone.
>Her frame was sleek and polished, with sharp, angular edges that gave her an almost predatory appearance. Her vibrant violet optics locked onto me with a look that was equal parts amusement and disdain.
>She was taller than most, with a crown-like array of sensors on her head and clawed hands that twitched as if itching for a fight.
>“Well, well,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t the infamous J, back from the dead. How’s it feel to fail upward, hmm?”
>I stopped in my tracks, narrowing my eyes. “S,” I said, my voice flat. “Charming as always.”
>Serial Designation S was a thorn in my side, one of those Disassembly Drones who thrived on perfection and took every opportunity to remind others of their shortcomings.
>We had a history—none of it pleasant.
>S tilted her head, her claws tapping rhythmically against her arm. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re missing a certain... Administrator. Wouldn’t happen to be another spectacular failure on your part, would it?”
>I clenched my fists but kept my tone steady. “The situation on Copper 9 was compromised. N went rogue, and—”
>She cut me off with a derisive laugh. “Oh, N. Of course, he did. Nepotism always bites, doesn’t it? Serial Designation N-0X0010010... He was never cut out for this work, and you know it.”
>“N’s issues were beyond my control,” I shot back. “The mission was sabotaged by factors you wouldn’t understand.”
>“Of course, blame everything but yourself,” she sneered. “Unlike you, I’ve earned my place here. No handouts, no second chances. Just results. Speaking of which, I just got back from Cobalt 13—decimated an entire human colony that was in hiding. Primary Command was... most pleased.”
>Her tone turned smug, her violet optics gleaming. “I even received a reward. Meanwhile, you’re limping in here with a broken ship and a missing admin. Pathetic.”
>“Rewarded?” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let me guess, a shiny new claw or maybe a week’s vacation?”
>S smirked. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? Some of us actually contribute to the Solver’s grand design, unlike your little crew of failures. Speaking of which, where’s V? Or is she off bungling another mission?”
>I glared at her, but before I could respond, she waved a dismissive hand and turned away. “Don’t bother. I’ve wasted enough time on you. Good luck, J—you’ll need it.”
>As she disappeared into the crowd, I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to relax.
>Rewards could be anything. For some, it’s physical upgrades. For others, it’s a temporary reprieve—a chance to recharge before being thrown back into the grinder.
>Then there are those who ask for something different: a transfer to a higher station, or even a complete reassignment, peculiar or strange accessories or attachments, and rarely, it's for the continued protection of someone they cared about.
>S’s boast stung, but I wasn’t about to let her gloating get under my skin.
>“Ms. J?” Asahi’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She was already standing by an elevator, waiting patiently. “The Chief Extermination Overseer is expecting you.”
>I squared my shoulders and made my way toward her. The sooner I reported in, the sooner I could put this miserable reunion behind me.
>The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and we stepped inside, the hum of the central hub fading as the doors sealed shut.
>The elevator hummed softly as it ascended to the 15th floor. Asahi, ever the efficient guide, remained silent during the ride, her faceplate displaying a simple animation of rotating gears.
>When the elevator reached its destination, she turned to me, her LED array shifting into a waving gesture as the doors slid open. “Good luck,” flashed on her faceplate before the doors closed behind me, leaving me alone in the sterile corridor.

U-U each tying one of anon's wrists to the bedposts, taking turns riding him mercilessly
>their gravid bellies shaking, milk-filled breasts bouncing up and down as their synaptic feedback sends them into another breeding frenzy until they are once again impregnated
>in these times, anon's only source of sustenance and hydration is to suckle at one of his wives' fat tits while the other continues to milk him for every milliliter of sperm in his balls
>U-U's impressionable children seeing the scars on anon's wrists and concluding anon was in handcuffs most of his life
>U-U's kids telling anyone who will listen that anon got those marks in prison and making up increasingly outlandish claims about the crimes he committed

>>132212
>The 15th floor was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling activity of the central hub.
>The expansive chamber was dimly lit, its centerpiece a massive holographic monitor that dominated the space. Streams of data, surveillance footage, and reports flickered across the screen in a chaotic yet strangely mesmerizing dance.
>I approached cautiously, each step echoing in the vast emptiness.
>As I neared, the swirling data on the monitor abruptly coalesced, shrinking into a singular form—a glowing, yellow holographic drone. It resembled a Worker Drone, stripped of any distinguishing features, save for its unsettlingly blank face.
>The moment I saw it, I dropped to one knee, my head bowed. “Overseer EINA,” I addressed her, my voice tinged with both respect and fear.
>The drone floated closer, her cold, mechanical voice slicing through the silence. “Serial Designation J-10X111001. The absence of your Administrator suggests mission failure. Confirm.”
>My throat tightened, but I managed to reply. “Confirmed, Overseer. The Administrator has perished.”
>EINA—the Efficiency and Innovation Nexus Assistant—was a creation as advanced as she was intimidating. A "younger sister" to ALANA and heavily modified by the Absolute Solver, EINA was tailored for predictive analysis, innovation, and precision in assignments.
>While ALANA managed surveillance and overarching governance, EINA was the true mastermind behind JCJenson’s operations, foreseeing outcomes and devising countermeasures.
>If ALANA had eyes and hands on everything, EINA had the mind to predict and manipulate it. She essentially operates as the dark hand of the Absolute Solver, and equally as loyal as ALANA.
>Her glowing form pulsed faintly. “Explain.”
>I swallowed hard. “The mission on Copper 9 was compromised. Serial Designations N-0X0010010 and V-X00100000 betrayed Primary Command, allying with rogue Worker Drones. A Worker Drone, Uzi Doorman, emerged as an Absolute Solver host, exhibiting latent powers comparable to those of our Administrator. These factors led to the Administrator’s demise.”
>EINA extended a hand, and a faint flicker passed over my eyes. My core sank as I realized what had happened—she was extracting the data directly from my memory.
>Every moment, every humiliating second, including my desperate retreat after my last clash with V, was now hers to scrutinize. I clenched my fists but remained silent, knowing resistance was futile.
>After a pause, EINA spoke again, her tone clinical. “Analysis complete. N’s betrayal aligns with Extermination Protocol No. 13. V’s subsequent betrayal aligns with Extermination Protocol No. 14. The emergence of a new Absolute Solver host was anticipated following the failed infiltration of the human-operated underground lab. The death of the Administrator aligns with Extermination Protocol No. 176 but contains conflicting data."
>I hesitated. “Conflicting? How?”
>EINA’s blank visage turned toward me. “The report indicates the Administrator’s death. However, the Black Box system—a failsafe designed to transfer the core essence of any Solver entity upon expiration of the physical core back to the nexus—has not registered this event. This anomaly suggests one of four possible outcomes, sorted by concern level. Outcome one: the Administrator has gone rogue, Extermination Protocol No. 326. Outcome two: the Black Box system has been disabled, Extermination Protocol No. 712. Outcome three: the Administrator has been sealed, Extermination Protocol No. 801. Outcome four: the Administrator has been assimilated, Extermination Protocol No. 1313.”
>Each protocol number made my core sink further. The higher the number, the graver the issue.
>Protocol 1313 was the most alarming, a scenario involving an unknown entity that was capable of assimilating a Solver entity.
>I didn’t dare speak, afraid my voice would betray my growing unease.
>EINA continued, her tone unchanged. “Despite these anomalies, your mission is considered successful.”
>I blinked, caught off guard. “Successful? How?”
>“Your objective was to observe and report on the execution of the mission led by your Administrator. The success or failure of the mission itself was their responsibility, not yours. Your performance aligns with your directives.”
>I barely had time to process this before EINA added, “Evaluations for your team members and Administrator are as follows: Serial Designations N-0X0010010 and V-X00100000 are designated for immediate disassembly and recommissioning. Administrator Cyn1001 is classified as MIA, status pending further verification.”
>EINA’s gaze—or what passed for one—seemed to pierce through me. “Considering your success, you are entitled to a reward. What is your request?”
>My mind raced. There was only one thing I wanted, but admitting it felt too vulnerable.
>Before I could speak, EINA’s voice cut through my hesitation. “You wish to reestablish contact with your Designated Protection Target.”
>I stiffened. “Yes, Overseer.”
>She paused, her holographic form flickering. For a moment, I thought she might reject my request, but instead, she vanished.
>The room was plunged into silence, the air heavy with anticipation.
>When she reappeared, her tone was as cold as ever. “Stand by. Primary Command wishes to speak with you.”
>The words sent a shiver down my body. I bowed my head in acknowledgment, bracing myself for what was to come.
>Then everything went dark.

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>>132214
HEH

>>132219
>Anon gets tons of street cred from all the parolees in town
>His scars scare away most of the others though, including women
>U-U is very happy about that part

>>132218
>Is it Tessa's child
Tessa didn't exactly have the hardware to do that to J as a human though??? I'm scared and confused

>>132223
Liam revealed on twitter that the reason he made shadow people wasn't stylistic, but so he could censor Tessa's huge, knee-slapping cock and still get the series on youtube.

>>132225
Legend has it Cordie wears a skirt for the same reason

>>132224
>As soon as my eyes adjusted back to the sterile brightness of the 15th floor, EINA’s holographic form reappeared.
>Her cold, expressionless voice greeted me. “Welcome back, Serial Designation J-10X111001. You may now proceed to the Remote Communication Center on the 3rd floor to receive your reward.”
>I gave a sharp salute, muttering, “Understood, Overseer EINA.”
>Without waiting for further instructions, I headed to the elevator.
>The ride to the 3rd floor was brief, but my core's beat raised, anticipating what awaited me.
>The Remote Communication Center was a space I had only heard about in passing—a hub where drones of all kinds could connect remotely across stations, missions, and even distant systems.
>For me, it was the key to fulfilling a promise I had never forgotten.
>The doors slid open, revealing a cavernous hall lined with sleek pods.
>Each pod pulsed faintly with energy, and through their translucent panels, I could see various drones—Disassembly Drones, Worker Drones, Tinker Drones, and even specialized types I didn’t recognize.
>They sat motionless within, their consciousness elsewhere, communicating or interacting across the vast network that connected every station.
>I found an unoccupied pod and stepped inside. The hatch sealed behind me with a hiss, and ALANA’s calm, clinical voice filled the enclosed space.
>“You have four hours to interact with your Designated Protection Target,” she informed me.
>“Confirmed,” I replied.
>The world around me blurred, and once again, I lost consciousness.
>When I came to, I was no longer in my Disassembly Drone body.
>Instead, I felt light—smaller, weaker, and oddly familiar. I looked down at myself, finding the Worker Drone body I hadn’t seen in decades.
>My clothes were pristine, free of soot and wear, and the environment around me was far from the dreary confines of the Elliot Manor.
>I glanced to my side and froze.
>There they were—Worker Drone versions of N and V. They lay motionless, powered down, their expressions eerily serene.
>I took a tentative step forward, my servos whining faintly.
>That’s when I heard footsteps approaching, and a voice—a voice I hadn’t heard in so long that it sent a surge of relief through my circuits.
>“Who’s there?”
>I turned to face the speaker and couldn’t stop the smile that formed on my face. “Tessa...”
>The hours passed in a blur. Words poured out of me—things I had held onto for far too long, things I thought I would never get to say.
>And for four fleeting hours, I wasn’t Serial Designation J-10X111001.
>I was just J, as I had been all those years ago.
>When my consciousness returned to the pod, the stark contrast of reality struck me.
>The weight of my Disassembly Drone body returned, and I realized how quickly time had flown.
>ALANA’s voice broke the silence. “Time expired. Proceed to the Administrative Reassignment Sector on the 5th floor.”
>I nodded, though no one could see me, and stepped out of the pod.
>My steps were heavy, but a small part of me felt lighter.
>At least I had said everything I needed to say.
>The elevator ride to the 5th floor—formally known as the Administrative Reassignment Sector—was as mechanical as every other.
>When the doors opened, a Worker Drone approached me. “Serial Designation J-10X111001?” he asked.
>I nodded.
>“Simon,” he introduced himself.
>His body was polished and efficient, with a bright yellow hair and sharp green eyes that flickered slightly when he spoke. “Room 6 is ready for your reassignment.”
>I followed his instructions, stepping into the room.
>The walls were bare, save for a scanning mechanism mounted in the ceiling.
>As I stood in the center of the room, the scanner activated, sweeping over my entire body before focusing on my head.
>A bright flash enveloped the room, and static coursed through me briefly before it dissipated.
>“The admin reassignment is complete,” Simon said as I stepped out of the room.
>I glanced at him. “Where is my new admin?”
>Before he could respond, an exuberant voice rang out behind me.
>“Guess who?”
>I stiffened, dread settling into my every being. I knew that voice all too well.
>Slowly, I turned around, and my eyes confirmed the worst.
>My new admin stood there, grinning widely, and all I could feel was an overwhelming sense of despair.
>“N...”

That's all.

Where's that second negev anon? I enjoyed his greens

>>132228
I miss everyone

>>132223
Or did she

>>132214
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>>132218
fucking why

>>132228
>>132229
he posted like yesterday, can y'all quit with the doomer shit?

>>132203
Good thing that one guy never wrote that "U-U are barren" story, otherwise they'd have no kids.

>>132214
for a second thought it was going to be a tragic little comic about J mourning Tessa, but no, that would be too much to ask

>>132232
Sorry. My perception of time is a constant slog

>>132209
The Solver got into her because she couldn't stop using her cool telekinesis to show off and bully nerds.

>>132233
I wrote part of it, then said "why am I doing this again, I like these characters" and left it to rot on my hard drive

>>132236
Alice is many things, but a nerd?

>>132228
I'm trying to come up with a new green idea. Something that sees Negev and Mac spending time with their dad, but not sure what it should be beyond that.

>>132239
The two of them bothering him with problems that Uzi usually handles while she and Beretta are away to handle the recent manifestation of the latter's scary solvermeat puberty?

>>132232
Im not typing with a doomer tone though, I just enjoyed his greens

>>132218
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>>132214
This is like one of those things where a joke gets out of hand and slowly, over time, mutates into something so autistic it only barely resembles its original state.

>>132243
LIFE (Life,life)

>>132232
It's pointless trying to talk sense into retarded doomposters. Best thing to do is simply ignore them & their posts

>J learning she was the only one who really cared all that much about Tessa
>realizing that if she dies the last fond memory of Tessa dies with her

>>132240
What do you have in mind for problems? Normal problems?

>>132247
As normal as their problems can be, ig

>>132249
will she be a Cyntipede?

>making uzi play "getting over it" to show her the superiority of human ingenuity

J having a nightmare about Tessa's ghost telling her she has to live because she doesn't want to share an afterlife with a monster like her

>>132253
Good thing DDs can't die even if they want to.

>>132196
>TFW no Elf family

>>132246
>N: "Tessa? I mean, she was nice and all, but she let her parents do an awful lot of really nasty things to a lot of us."
>J: "She didn't have a choice!"
>N: "Well, would you let someone do something like that to Tessa?"
>J is silent.
>N: "Exactly."

>>132255
Eep

>>132257
how exactly is a chained up girl supposed to stop her abusive parents?

>>132256
It's a DIY project

>>132259
Sick kung fu, Tessa said she could do it.

>having secret dates with Elf in the base
>occasionally sneaking outside to go stargazing
>meeting her for nightly "maintenance"
>hiding her baby bump from your superiors

>>132260
But I need an Elf first

>Canon daily fun facts: Drones don't exist.

>>132264
Cute

>>132254
I don't really know what would happen if any of the DDs died post-Uzi-eating-Solver. J didn't even have her as her administrator prior to Cyn's destruction so there's no real way to tell if she'd actually come back if she died - maybe she herself doesn't even know. Maybe darkxwolf17 was automatically set as her admin once the Solver entered Uzi, or maybe she just has no admin now.

>APPLEFACT: Your sister is dead

>>132263
If you don't already have one that sounds like user error
I don't know what to tell you Anon

>>132253
>It's not a dream
>It's real ghost Tessa
>Ghost Tessa then sucker punch J
>And then dissapears

>>132269
Teach me your ways, anon. How do I acquire Elf?

>>132271
Get hit by a truck and then wake up in a new world

>>132271
You fill out a form online
I'm not sharing the link because I had to work for it and I think you should too

i think we need art of strychnine raping pavo's fruity little ass while he cries 🤤

>>132274
Many are saying this

>>132274
He would destroy her and send her into holly expirement chamber

>>132276
if she can rape elf, she can rape him, his fat little ass is too wide to see her sneaking up behind him (since he's looking like a "double wide surprise")

>>132249
is dis phoenix? (and the izu one too)
the first bug drone posted was by j apologist, ye?

>>132277
Awwww

>>132274
I can see the appeal...
>>132275
It's the only way to advance humanity

>>132283
this is strychnine slander, she would never say this 😭

>>132277
why does Uzi have Doll-levels of mega hair?

Who's the "Monster Trio" of SDs?
>Pavo
>Ivory
>Beholder
I guess

>>132287
PIB, as in the root beer?! I fucking LOVE PIBB EXTRA, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

>>132288
filthy lies, leave and reflect on your actions

>>132287
>Beholder
The who now?

>>132292
Beholder my balls
Lmao, gottem

>>132292
it's actually B-Holder, short for Boulder Holder– she's a sentinel drone with flashbang tits that rival Cici's in size

>>132274
so that's who knocked him up!

>>132296
They may be bigger but they don't have the charm of Cici's shortstack frame

>>132299
The fuck are YOU laughing at Beretta, you saved all your credits in KOTOR and then went to the star forge without spending any of them, only to be unable to spend them
So there

You can't rape a drone, they're objects without rights.

>>132302
interesting sentiment, face the wall

>>132302
anything as cheeked up as some of these drones requires a dick intervention

goodnight everyone, I hope you dream of stopping in a cozy mountain town tavern with your favorite drone, taking a comfortable seat by the window, and drinking something warm and soothing as you look out over the misty mountainside together

>>132274
No.

>>132306
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>>132305
Tried this once, but the bartender kept looking at me funny as I nursed from my J-unit's J-cups. Ruined the experience.

>>132310
Teeth?

Note that some dumber drones may take everything you say literally. Do not, under any circumstance, tell them to fuck you until you can't walk anymore.

>>132312
I don't know if they're dumber, they might just realize they can get away with doing that because you think they're dumb

>>132299
> Boop on screen
> Puts her in standby mode

>>132296
I’d hold B’s boulders, Cici’s too

>>132298
>“don’t let femanon see it!”
Robbie Rotten "Don't let your kids watch it" Green Screen

>>132313
I wonder how he feels about being crushed on by someone who was crushing on his dad previosuly
And then killed by his mom during her own Eldritch Meat Puberty

> "Oh come on Negev, that's just crazy, even from you"
> Beretta leans in from the doorway
> "Can confirm, mom's old hag of a class mate got the hots for you"
> The door slams on her face
> "...Not apologizing, ghost"

>>132321
.... can ghosts get pregnant?
>t. Mac, probably

>>132322
Give ghost rebecca the chance she never had

>Be Worker
>Be visited by DD every night
>She slowly starts turning me somehow
The fuck

>>132325
>Ghosts can have ghost kids
>Mac doesn't have to worry about feeding them or anything, since they're ghosts
>He can have as many kids with as many ghost drones as he wants and no one will be aware
>Except for Negev
>She's losing her mind with the 30+ ghosts now floating around at all times

>>132322
Would that mean aoi can get pregnant?

>>132328
Auntie Negev

>>132329
Finally! Her curse of virginity will be lifted!

>>132330
Faggots!!

>>132331
Since she's the only living drone who can see them (aside from Mac at that point and a few select others probably) imagine how much they must try to talk to her

>>132324
It's so over for Uzi, if /md/ could make changes to the 8 episodes we git Uzi would 100% die

>>132327
Aww that is very based, need to have Alice wear that

Huuui...i....i... Help help helllllllllllllll

>>132319
Gyattdyamn Emily gyatt tuah skbidi kidding is that a level 10 gyatt!?

>>132336
Negev cutie

Tomorrow is the day

>>132327
>N in that outfit
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>>132327
Nigga I am wearing the same shirt N is right now

>>132344
Are you a twinkbot?

>>132343
Based👍
Honestly I am having very strong deha vue rn, I knew the next post was gonna be by you but its content is different to what it was back then.

>>132329
No but for entirely separate reasons

>>132346
I wish

Today's challenge is to pick between receiving 1 billion dollars or a fully functional, perfectly friendly and reasonable drone of your choice
Choose wisely

>>132350
Alice immediately

>>132350
A drone can be worth a billion or more if I figure out how they tick

>>132353
>T. Henry

>>132350
Give me the 1 billion dollars, I just want to buy a pet sentinel

>>132350
>Enough money to get me, my friends, and family a comfortable life forever
>Or a J willing to overlook my faults in exchange for post-work cuddling
Then again, even if she's friendly, the "reasonable" part means she might not go for the house-husband deal.

>>132327
Sperg

>>132350
Give me amda or one of the cheerleading sluts

just realized op says mirder

>>132350
I feel like you could reverse engineer the drone for more than a billion dollars. And then fuck it.

>>132358
Hug tesser

>>132365
>"Hey Tessa, did you know I have a robovagoo?"

Alice...please....feed food. Is there food in CF/? Likely, in cans? Or these other things? Probably I think

>>132330
Tessa's probably gonna get third-degree burns from this, but I guess that's a price she's willing to pay.

N has popped up in my Roblox lobby

>>132343
> The Izzdrone needs to reboot

>>132366
thats N

Nursing handjob from J.

>>132360
Holy based. Which artist?

>>132373
Uzi fangs

>>132322
Even if they can, Rebecca can't because everything below the waist is gone.

>>132378
Damnn

>>132381
Looks like she'll have to earn back those losses for you, you big idiot.

>>132382
How many dicks would J have to suck to make a billion dollars?

>>132383
(You)rs daily for motivation.

>>132382
I'll just sell all the kids I have with her on the open market

>>132172
Kek.

>>132373
>>132375
>>132378
Fascinating

Goodnight anon

>>132392
So this is the outcome of that one image...

>>132392
She'd be a wolf-lion hybrid.