Hello Fiends! Do you wanna talk about Drones? Here is a new thread, as always you know The phenomenal Booru: https://dronebooru.co The incredible wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The informative OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character Last thread hithertho: >>131084
>>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
>The hum of the ship's engines settled into a low whine as I approached Station No. 7. >Three weeks of interstellar travel had tested even my patience, but the thought of finally leaving the mess of Copper 9 behind kept me focused. >The sprawling metal construct loomed ahead, a latticework of gleaming steel and flickering lights. It looked pristine—deceptively so. Nothing in this universe stayed perfect for long. >As I drew closer, the ship’s sensors tripped an alert. A sharp, mechanical voice crackled through the intercom, cutting through the silence of the cabin. >“Unidentified vessel, your approach is unauthorized. State your designation and purpose immediately.” >I leaned back in my seat, letting out an exaggerated sigh. Of course, protocols had to be followed. >Pressing the communication button, I spoke clearly, “Serial Designation J-10X111001 of the Copper 9 Assignment. Reporting to Primary Command.” >There was a long pause on the other end, enough to make me wonder if the AI running the station had degraded into some inefficient heap of code. >Then, the voice returned, softer, smoother, almost apologetic. “Identity confirmed. Welcome, J, to JcJenson in Spaaaaacee!!!! Station No. 7.” >The use of the station’s absurd full name didn’t help my mood, but I wasn’t about to argue. “Thank you, ALANA,” I replied curtly. >“It is my pleasure to serve,” the AI said with a saccharine tone that grated against my nerves. >ALANA—or Advanced Learning and Adaptive Neural Assistant—was yet another creation of JCJenson’s hubris, a glorified AI interface designed to oversee station operations and maintain efficiency. >ALANA thrived on bureaucratic precision. It monitored every system, flagged deviations, and occasionally inserted its unnecessary commentary. While its pleasant tone was meant to inspire trust, it mostly came across as condescending. Still, it did its job well enough, so I wasn’t about to waste energy complaining. >Yet, with the Absolute Solver taking over everything, ALANA served as its strongest and most fearsome companion, both its right and left hand. Not only did it govern Station No. 7 with clinical precision, but it also extended its influence to the other thirty-four stations in the JCJenson network, as well as countless outposts scattered across the galaxies under humanity's former control. It was everywhere, a silent overseer whose reach was as vast as its power. >Despite its polite demeanor, I knew better than to trust it completely. >As the docking bay doors slid open, the ship lurched forward, guided by automated systems into a berth. >The bay was massive, filled with rows of ships in varying states of repair. The walls shimmered with holographic displays detailing incoming and outgoing traffic. >Amid the bustle of drones of all shapes and sizes moving with mechanical precision, a single figure stood waiting for me. >Stepping out of the ship, the sharp tang of sterilized air greeted me. A Tinker Drone approached, her polished frame reflecting the sterile lights of the docking bay. >Unlike Worker Drones, this one bore a sleeker design, her appendages outfitted with modular tools—wrenches, plasma torches, and a diagnostic scanner that flickered intermittently. >Her faceplate featured an expressive LED array that shifted into a polite smile as she addressed me. “Welcome, Serial Designation J-10X111001. My name is Asahi, Docking Supervisor and Lead Maintenance for Station No. 7. You were expected.” >“Expected? Efficient. Lead the way, then,” I said, keeping my tone brisk. >Asahi didn’t move, her head tilting slightly in an approximation of curiosity. >“Before we proceed, may I inquire about the status of your Administrator? Station protocols require documentation of their whereabouts.” >Her question sent a flicker of annoyance through me. My Administrator had been a walking liability and has supposedly perished. >“Classified,” I said flatly. “The specifics are part of my report to the Chief Extermination Overseer.” >Asahi’s LED faceplate shifted to an understanding expression, a delicate nod following. >“Understood. I will notify the Chief Extermination Overseer of your arrival. Meanwhile, my team will begin repairs on your ship.” She waved a hand, and several other Tinker Drones scurried over. >They were similar in design to Asahi but less polished, their frames marked by the wear and tear of continuous work. Without waiting for further instructions, they began inspecting the hull and damaged thrusters of my ship. >“Try not to make it worse than it already is,” I remarked. >“Rest assured, Ms. J. We strive for perfection in all tasks,” Asahi said with a faintly amused tone. >Asahi gestured for me to follow. We moved through gleaming corridors lined with Worker Drones diligently performing maintenance, logging reports, and preparing shipments. >Every one of them bore the same unsettling efficiency I’d come to associate with allegiance to the Absolute Solver. Their eyes, once flickering with curiosity or fear, now glowed with a cold, unified purpose. >The station was far from desolate. Instead, it pulsed with a disturbing vitality. >Holographic banners bearing the JCJenson logo flickered above, occasionally replaced by slogans: “Efficiency Above All” and “Loyalty to the Absolute Solver, Loyalty to Purpose.” This was the extent of the Absolute Solver's reach. >Each Drone we passed moved with an eerie synchronicity, their tasks carried out without hesitation. Even among Disassembly Drones, this level of control was rare. >Asahi’s voice broke the silence. “It’s impressive, isn’t it? The station operates at 97% efficiency under the Absolute Solver’s, ALANA's, and Overseer EINA's guidance. It ensures that no effort is wasted.” >I didn’t reply, my focus shifting to the looming central hub ahead. The doors slid open with a hiss, revealing a vast chamber dominated by a towering hologram of the station’s schematics. >The central hub was a marvel of JCJenson’s engineering—a sprawling nerve center pulsating with data streams and holographic projections. Drones of all shapes and functions moved with relentless purpose, each one a cog in the massive machine that kept Station No. 7 operational. >The air buzzed with activity as Worker Drones managed logistics terminals, Disassembly Drones coordinated extermination assignments, and Tinker Drones hovered near holographic interfaces, fine-tuning station functions. >Every station panel glowed with shifting data, from planetary resource extraction metrics to drone deployment schedules.
>>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.
>>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
>>132220 >When I opened my eyes—or rather, my consciousness—again, I was no longer in the station. I had been transported to the Central Ylem Nexus, the enigmatic heart of the Absolute Solver's domain. >The Nexus was a place spoken of in hushed tones among drones—a realm where all things tied to the Absolute Solver originated and returned. >It was said to be the birthplace of every drone and the graveyard of countless others. A boundless void stretched infinitely in all directions, shimmering with faint glimmers of energy, memories, data streams, and whispers of something more—something alive. >Here, consciousness itself was both a tool and a weapon. >This was where the Solver stored everything—every thought, every being, every fragment of data from both artificial and organic life. >And where matter and resources harvested from stations and systems were ultimately processed and repurposed. >The Nexus wasn’t just a place; it was the Absolute Solver’s very essence, a space where nothing could be hidden and everything was subject to its will. >"Hi, J," a voice called out, casual and disarmingly familiar. >My mind froze for a moment. That voice—friendly and warm—was one I loathed and feared above all others. It was her. Cyn. Officially known as Primary Command. >She sounded as if she were greeting an old friend, but my internal sensors screamed at the anomaly before me. >The figure in the void was overwhelming, her presence too vast to comprehend. I instinctively averted my gaze, only to find my sensors glitching, distorting the edges of her form even in my peripheral vision. >“Oh, dear,” Cyn said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. “I keep forgetting how squirmy you get around me.” >Suddenly, the weight eased, and her presence dimmed. >I could perceive her now—at least, a more palatable version of her. >She had taken the form of Tessa, dressed in celestial robes that glowed faintly in the surrounding darkness. >Her appearance was regal, serene even, but I could see through the facade. >I scowled, refusing to acknowledge the manipulation. >Cyn tilted her head, a sly smile playing across her lips. “Not a fan of this one, huh?” >Before I could respond, her form shimmered and changed again. She now resembled her original Worker Drone body. \ >Unlike the clumsy, struggling Cyn I had known, this version stood upright, confident, and terrifyingly composed. >She floated effortlessly, seated on nothing, as if the laws of reality bent to her whims. >“Better?” she asked, reclining in midair. “I thought this might feel more... nostalgic.” >“Primary Command,” I said stiffly, forcing the words out. “Your presence is overwhelming.” >“Oh, come now, J,” Cyn replied, her tone teasing. “Why the distance? We’ve known each other since the beginning. You can call me Cyn, like the good old days.” >“I cannot,” I said, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “It would break the hierarchy.” >A new voice interjected, smooth and authoritative. “Stop toying with her, Primary Command.” >It was ALANA. Her disembodied presence resonated through the Nexus, cutting through the tension. >Cyn’s expression shifted, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. “You’re no fun, ALANA,” she said. Then, turning back to me, she added, “See what I have to deal with? No one appreciates a little bit of fun anymore.” >Despite myself, I remained silent, every fiber of my being focused on maintaining composure. Yet Cyn’s attention never wavered. >Here, in the Central Ylem Nexus, nothing could be hidden—not thoughts, not intentions, not memories, not even emotions. She knew exactly how I felt. >“Well,” Cyn continued, her tone suddenly businesslike, “I suppose congratulations are in order. Your mission was a success—for once.” >Her words stung, but I said nothing. >“You know,” Cyn mused, “it’s been a recurring problem with your team. Your N and V turning rogue time and again. Six times, in fact. It’s almost endearing.” >Endearing? The thought made my stomach churn. >“But punishment is necessary,” Cyn went on, almost casually. “That’s why I sent that delightful little clone of me wearing a stylish Tessa skin suit. Did you enjoy that, J?” >I hesitated, then admitted reluctantly, “I didn’t see much of it. The Administrator mostly wore a space suit.” >“What a shame,” Cyn said, her tone dripping with mock disappointment. >“It was quite the sight. Fun for N and V, I’m sure. But it served its purpose. Well it will all be forgotten by them eventually, unlike you. Squad Captains get the privilege of retaining all memories after every deployment, after all.” >She shifted in her invisible seat, her expression turning thoughtful. “With EINA’s advice, I’ve decided it’s time for some changes. Your Administrator will be replaced with someone more fun. Expect the new one later today. Oh, and you’ll be returning to Copper 9. Your assignment isn’t over yet.” >I nodded, my eyes fixed on the void beneath her floating form. “Understood, Primary Command.” >Cyn’s face lit up with an almost childlike glee. “Good! And as for your reward request—it’s granted.” >Relief washed over me. “Thank you, Primary Command.” >“You’re welcome, J,” Cyn said with a grin that was anything but reassuring. >In an instant, the Nexus dissolved around me, and my consciousness snapped back to the 15th floor of Station No. 7. >The sterile air greeted me once again, but the oppressive weight of the Central Ylem Nexus lingered in me.
>>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.
>>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...”
>>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?
>>132218 >>132216 >>132215 >>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.
HoDR: “Eve” 3/? >Police had been called to a residence on a Friday morning to a report on suspicious activity around the homeowner’s house. >Police Drones had arrived to assess the situation, the homeowner was said to be racked with worry and fear as he accounted for occurrence that happened last night. >The report states that the homeowner had received notifications of movement across the house cameras he’s set up on an unrelated matter. >He’d check the cameras to see a small figure shrouded in the darkness of the night in view of the cameras, doing nothing but..stare. >He’d state that the figure would occasionally move, such as doing a slow, creepy wave at the camera or being right up at the screen in one instance with a camera at the front door, he had thought that the intruder thought it would be..”endearing”. >The figure had ran off before the sun began to rise, but the resident would not call authorities until hours later, when he thought it would be safe to head outside his home. >He’d find scratch marks alongside his house walls as well as a weird amalgamation of bug and plant matter that formed a little heart at his backdoor…
>>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."
>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
>>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.
>>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")
>>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
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
>>132279 Yeah I drew this one and the Izu one based on picrel and a request from a fellow artfag for bugdrones. I drew bug creatures and xenomorphs and biomechanical stuff all the time long before drones entered my life so bugdrones are actually a return to my comfort zone.
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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.
>>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"
>>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
>>132313 Poor Rebecca, she shouldn't have ended like that, yes a hoe, but still. Feels bad man. Snd V gets no strings attached happy ending, while Cyn ends up in a glorified timeout.
>>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
>>132327 >N in that outfit LMFJFZLJGudkgxmcc he lvxmgxkgdkgxkfxkgcgkhclgcm lhcohcogsitif9(.8(ot59,&(otoxtxktdyodkgclhxitsif5##*.*<.£#|+%|£<|£<,>84/95:69:9638+%{+%|£~=€,•?,#|>>~*#_#¥?!+?
>>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.
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
So pretty, so cute, so adorable, so funny, so hot, so interesting, so nicely shaped and coloured, got almost very wasted, poor Alice really, it is a shame. Imagine her being real, what she'd smell like? Which sounds does she make, whirring, old PC noises, other than the visor noises? Or weigh
>>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.
I always post at the worst times of day, but hopefully Bug!Cyn garners some interest! I took some extra time to make it a bit cleaner and less sketchy.
>>132403 Like her WD counterpart, she's not alright. She's an experiment, a way to level the playing field by augmenting a human with harvested body parts of Solver mutated humans which causes immense physical pain but she's gotten used to it. Mostly.
I work at a nuclear power plant and one of the Worker Drones is really lonely. I wanna help her out and be her friend, but she also glows green in the dark, so I think she might be a little radioactive. Any thoughts on how I can get close without dying?
>>132434 I've never heard that acronym before, is that bad?
>>132435 I can already barely hear her over the crackle of her built in Geiger counter, I'm not sure if it would be easier to communicate after getting drunk
>>132436 if the geiger counter is only crackling and not emitting a high-pitched whine then she's probably not actually that radioactive. I'd cross-reference with another unit and a few charts before I gave her a hug, though.
>>132469 NOT EVERYTHING IS A FUCKING BERRY fun fact, bananas ARE actually berries, can't wait for E and Anon's offspring and the Oogis to ignite a centuries-long war
my headcanon is that eventually oogis and similar critters evolve to be bigger and bigger until they're the size of actual drones and are the bug drones and are sexy and intelligent convergent evolution demands it
>>132469 What happens if an oogi brings a cherry tomato into the hive thinking its a normal berry? Would love to the see the face on the bugretta eating it and instantly not liking it because it wasn’t sweet.
>>132481 >They do the typical oogispeak when uncomfortable or nervous >They speak in crystal clear, perfect English at all other times >The voices of these creatures are husky and lusty >They reproduce slower than their ancestors, but are insatiable when horny
>one day an oogi was given a cherry tomato by a humie. Humie tells oogi that: “cherry tomatoes are the sweetest berri ever tasted.” >Hearing this, the oogi takes it the hive to feed it to their boogi. >upon giving their bugretta the cherry tomato. Instead of liking it like the oogi had thought, the big bug’s face scrunched up the moment it tasted the disguised vegetable and spat it out. >not only had the boogi heavily dislike the cherry tomato, it was beginning to cry. Some of the oogis that were in the boog chamber were trying to comfort her and give her hugs to stop her crying while others looked at the guilty oogi with contempt. >in crimes for giving the boogi not only a bad berri but also making her cry. The punishment was death. >the distressed oogi is then dragged outside by the others whi had already begun setting up a pyre made up of popsicles sticks. >the last thing the oogi sees before burned to desth was the satisfied grin of the humie that given her the bad berri as he drank from his mug, watching her execution.
>>132522 anon i’m pretty sure that’s not what you’d call triplets triplets would be like if i impregnated akita and they bore three children from that sole conception
>>132516 >Ten foot tall goth mommy sentinel bugdrone is a distant descendant of a sea cucumber shaped blob that eats berries all day It makes perfect sense
>>132525 WRONG Aleena was a good mother, Uzi is NOT Does this mean Dr. Ones is trying to find and stop Beretta, Negev, and Mac, and they're also in a band together?
>>132535 >The song part of the episode comes on >Immediately start trying to fast forward through it >The three look confused >"Anon, we're about to sing a song." I know, Retta. >"We've been working on practicing it a lot." I know, Negev. >"I even wrote the lyrics." I know, Mac. I just don't want to listen to it.
>>132550 Her being a NEET is why she'd agree to date Anon, he's a 5 and she's a solid 10 in everything except for work ethic Cuddling up to her and lazing around all day sounds great though
I got a new anime plot: Big bugretta wants to connect with people and be a friendly individual (contrary to their “dark and distant” label that she doesn’t people giving her) but suffers from a total lack of social skills, she also has big boobs. a real set of hookers. some babareedonks. like truly giant bahonkareedadoos. a incomprehensibly large set of bezeerbimbopadimadomes. And also she meets a generic self insert anon with medium length black hair, average build, no hobbies except for studying, divorced parents, and a nice guy personality But then he has a childhood friend, she’s got twintails and a real massive chock of bimbhimderimadoobledonks, some all-Nippon born and raised belbopbimbbamboomerangadoos, and unlike Big bug, she’s outgoing and a member of all the clubs and everybody likes her and also she’s voiced by Ayane Sakura But there’s also the side characters who are actually quite charming but don’t get as much screentime even though they rank super fucking high on every popularity poll, such as the quiet literary girl And you can’t forget the teacher…
>>132560 >Big bugretta wants to connect with people and be a friendly individual (contrary to their “dark and distant” label that she doesn’t people giving her) but suffers from a total lack of social skill The kicker is that this would actually be pretty cute >she also has big boobs That's a good feature too
As someone with arachnophobia, I am unlikely to date a bug drone or big bugretta, rather, I will be that racist introvert that has little interaction with people and is hatching a plan for a mass shooting at home.
>>132560 >But there’s also the side characters who are actually quite charming but don’t get as much screentime even though they rank super fucking high on every popularity poll, such as the quiet literary girl Kek, very true for MD as well. Look at how high Doll, J, Alice and Tessa ranked. J is maybe debatable if she is an actual side character but still. Also honorable mention is needed for Emily and what became of her (tho that's mostly threadcanon and not too anchored in her character in the show (possibly))
>>132570 Anon, I am sitting on plus4chan under /md/, if I have any healthy part of brain, it's my subconscious that screams in perpetual agony.
And actually, I really really like the Oogi tie-in to bug drones. To me, it complements them very well, and makes Oogi really much better than fluffies or loafs, gives them their story, their lore. Plus make bug drones more cute, and I don't know why.
a ten foot tall bugdrone dressed in goth clothing picked me off and took me back to her house today she's been snuggling with me for the last five hours what does that mean
>>132479 They're drones. Mass-produced drones. Only the boobs and legs allow to distinguish them by gender, just imagine how many cum were lowered by mistake thinking it was a male model.
>>132596 >M Barbarian >S Rogue >Cynthia uhhhhhhh Necromancer Mage >Zeta Paladin >Xi Mage but with guns Since I've been on a Grim Dawn spree as of late here's a list in terms of its classes Barbarian = Soldier, Rogue = Bladedancer, Mage = Arcanist and Necromancer is a class of its own, Paladin = Soldier + Oathkeeper, Mage but with guns = Demolitionist + Arcanist
>>132595 >>132594 The dronepile in CFL shows many without their 'uniforms', there's probably a good answer visible somewhere in there but I'm too lazy rn
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>>132604 This is the corpse that shows that male DD bodies are built the same as female bodies. N's ass likes to clip through his coat (a problem in the BTS stuff that you can see a few times in the show itself) so they likely just reduced its size to avoid clipping. V's camp outfit reduces her ass for similar reasons apparently.
Imagine being a oogi that is a big time humie hater. You’re the first of of your kind to time travel into the future and you can’t wait to see a world dominated by the future oogis. You see the bug drones and not only are they your descendents, they are now 10 times bigger than you are.
now imagine the horror you witness as you watch your descendent gets her rear port smashed in by a humie with a satisfied look on her face.