Hello Friend, hi! Let's continue, shall we? The mighty Booru: https://dronebooru.co The beautiful wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The treasured OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>146910
Daily reminder that DDs have the eldritch ability to detect virginity. They can literally smell it. You age like a fine wine and each and every DD wants to be the one who pops your cork.
Solver Farm AU Cyn, instead of killing everyone, has turned all the veterans into Hucows for a very profitable milking business Abby was let into the business to run the numbers, and "help out with duties" when needed >>147873 >>>147864 >>>147858 >>147878 >>147887 >>147888 >>147896 this the good shit
>>147812 Nice green fren >N looks at AM >"Gee AM why are your eyes and nanite acid all red?" "I found the color wheel under the customization settings." >AMs visor and headband lights flicker for a second before being set to DD default >A line of text goes across AMs visor >[Notice from corporate, all drones must use regulatory yellow. Have a wonderful day!] "...well that's just petty."
>>147880 >"I know you're in there, you THIEVES. You have stolen something FAR more important than you could ever think. You had better hope that you never open this door again, because the moment you do, I will be here. And if you've done anything to her, I swear... I have made Hells FAR more pleasant than where I will send you." >AM stands there, clenching his fists and breathing through gritted teeth >"No, no, I'm losing it, I can't... I can't... but... Hate... never again... hhhate..." >He grabs his head, taking deep breaths, he can't go back there again
>>147904 He'll claim admin rights on himself just to be red.
>>147891 Just a goof One would think that an artist would make their most famous thing early in their new format But nah, literal first thing we got Izu bugpuss instead (ballsy move, gotta say)
>>147895 Here’s this again if you like autism >caine finds a way to access the greater cyberspace and for whatever reason he’s controlling the drones as a hivemind >same as above but instead it’s a rogue ai who turned the drones into murderous gremlins >the drones get kidnapped and taken to some interdimensional space zoo or collection, maybe their bunkers were taken with them and is beign suspended in the air and some of the walls have been replaced with glass and theres bridges going in between the dug up bunkers >khan becomes a disassembly drone >that one scene from Deadpool vs Wolverine with the crying Thor but instead it’s uzi cradling a dying n on a monitor >same thing but instead it’s an all out battle between copper 9 and the digital circus where as the drones battle caine's npcs him and uzi are duking it out in the sky, v and n are fighting off the abstracted, kinger and jax are on the frontlines, the former shooting down targets with quick precision and cold indifference in his unblinking unmoving eyes without saying a word, the latter having the time of life in full sicko mode brutalizing them in swaths cackling qupping and singing like crazy, meanwhile the rest of the gang are hiding in a trench where ragatha is hyperventilating, gangle is crying and screaming, zoobles head is being cradled by her as they try their best to calm her down and pomni is in a catatonic state of absolute terror >a video game boss battle with the solver where uzi is this dangling damaged corpse with spider legs and tentacles coming out of her >uzi has lost her sanity and is now a rambling psycho and the solver directs her around and is her voice of reason and at times is the annoyed straightma >in a Roger rabbit like setting uzi is at the bar drunkenly seething at the digital circus gang for Being more successful while the solver couldnt care less >a human shows up and as he is confronted by drones he holds a ball, and then he sees them become mesmerized and looking in its direction so he throws it away and they scramble to get it like dogs >drones generally acting like talking dogs when humans treat them accordingly because it’s just funny >them acting like cats when you point a laser or give them a yarnball > the solver as a dbd killer where its puppeteering a sleeping uzi >the real life cyn starts coercing death templer into being a neonazi terrorist >death templer in a post apocalyptic setting where he’s this mad inventor and cyn is his lackey who is either not that different or gir levels of utterly stupid and there’s a running gag where she’s really fragile and loses her head often >this video but with them Boogie >super Mario bros is a religion on copper 9 >some of the outposts are home to these exaggerated versions of human countries like it’s a small world
What's up guys, while looking at past topics, I was disturbed by this photo in murder drones #123. Don't get me wrong, but can you remove this photo please?
>>147913 >He'll claim admin rights on himself just to be red. >AM and Cyn playing tug of war over his color settings >She throws a fit and locks AM from accessing his color settings
>>147896 Ok ;) >you hadn’t posted like this in a long time >you hadn’t led your office in who knows how long >hours? maybe a day or two? thank god your weird green body was built for internetting this intense >you hadn’t looked outside, the blinds shut tight >and why? >her >that fucking tripfag drone that wouldn’t shut up about “total humie death” >you pointed out all times that she’d forgotten to turn off her name an accidentally outed herself as a human fucker (like all drones, little sluts) >but she wouldn’t budge, it was “somedroney guessed my trip code” this and “that was my evil opposite world clone, everyone on my planet has one!” that >bullshit >just as you were about to launch into the final salvo of name calling and typo correcting that you KNEW would force her to apologize, you heard a noise >*thunk >then louder >*THUNK >then >*CRASH >your door was on the floor (somewhere a worker drone wept) >your wife Abby had knocked it off its hinges with her tremendous, almost.. inhuman strength >“Anon! you HAVE to help me it’s an emergency!” >“what is it?” >“the cows Anon! they need to be milked! NOW!!” >oh shit, you guessed you’d been in there longer than you thought >as you run downstairs you wonder if you might have a problem >before you can finish opening the kitchen door and make your way to the barn, Bonnie, your prized cow girl leaps on you and you both crash into the kitchen >your crushed under a soft, incredibly heavy weight >as you move handfuls of the material out of your way you realize you recognize what you’re touching >just as you become sure you’ll die under Bonnie’s now even more credibility bending tits, three arms reach out and pull you to your feet >Abby holds you steady as you almost slip and fall back down again >in all of 20-ish seconds the milk in the kitchen has reached halfway to your ankles >Bonnie continues to moan as you attempt to pull her up, spraying even more milk in the process >you find your footing and begin think of how you’ll even fix this >hand milking won’t work >the jcJ(is) milk-o-tron 3000 is still out of commission since last time you forgot to milk Bonnie, and that was much less serious than this >when suddenly a thought crosses your mind >you get out you space phone and make a call >“hey Cyn, you thirsty?” >some 45 minutes later, it was gone >every single drop >there wasn’t even any left on the ground >Cyn had seemingly disappeared, and Bonnie laid on the rug with a blanket, happily sleeping by the warmth of the fireplace >you sat with a mug of hot chocolate, Abby on your lap >“that was easier than I thought it’d be” you mused >“you always find new ways to impress me, and you didn’t even have to break the rules” Abby retorts as she kisses you on the cheek >you take a long sip of your drink when a thought crosses you >“hey Abby” >“mmh?” she half responds as she snuggles into you >“how long WAS I in my office?” >“oh, a week” >“I WAS IN MY OFFICE FOR A WEEK AND YOU DIDN’T CHECK IN ME??” you say as you jump up, almost choking of you beverage >“we both have a right to private time, it was in the rules, remember Anon the paperwork I had us sign when we got married?” >“and you didn’t think to milk the cows? for a week??” you say as you cock the question mark shaped squiggle you have instead of an eyebrow >“that’s your job Anon, t-the rules!” >your upset fades as she stares back at you from behind her messy orange hair >“*sigh* rules are rules…” you respond as you snuggle closer with the love of your life >as evening becomes night you and Abby snuggle and then “snuggle” and eventually fall asleep in each other’s embrace >at 2AM you bolt up >“WE FORGOT ABOUT JANE!” >your make for the stairs only to see the stairwell completely flooded with milk >as the milk rises you grab Bonnie and Abby and clamber on to the roof >you look out at the countryside >milk >and ocean of milk >all flowing from a pair of jugs the size of a small town >and in the sky, a singularity greedily sweeping the nectar from its source, the twin moons firing jets of milk that form a helix as they rise into the solar eclipse >a familiar voice rings out, seemingly from within you own skull >“[GULP] [SLURP] sorry Anon, that first drink just made me thirstier, I hope you don’t mind if I have seconds, you know I love to drink "straight from the tap" [GIGGLE]”
Did you know you can siphon the oil out of your worker drone and replace it with Pepsi Max?
I did it with mine and she's doing better than ever! They might say a few things about feeling sick or wanting to throw up, but don't let that fool you, it really does improve their performance!
And the best part is you can use the oil as fuel for your car, like how I did it with mine!
>>147812 >V leans on the now much shorter than her AM, her arm supporting her on his head >"Damn did you shrink or something? You're so cute I could just eat you up!" >AM isn't impressed by V's attempt at... Humor? Intimidation? "I'll have you know that I am- whu- PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" >V has picked up AM >"You are just soooo cute you're like one of those angry little rat things people think are dogs!" >N interjects with a cry of "Chihuahua!" >V rolls her optics >"Whatever what'syourname." >V hugs AM like he's a teddy bear "V put me down this instant! This is demeaning!" >"Hmm... Nah!"
>>147883 Neither, they’re my sons 🫠 You can either of them if you want to though :lancerchad: >>147886 kek, I’ve had it since long before I was in these threads, I became a staff member in early 2020. It’s not a job I *go* to, though, it’s online heh >>147890 Lately I’ve just been calling her “N’s wife” or “the mom”. She has a name which I used to call her, but I’ve been trying to phase it out since it’s based on my online name, and I’d rather her be more her own character. >>147910 Well, Shepherd is even taller than his dad haha But U+1F913 is even shorter than his mama
>>147948 >"So what's it like being that short, AM?" >"It doesn't bother me. Like all of her-" >V loudly clears her throat, her visor displaying a finger pointing at a clueless N >"...The company's attempts to demean me, it barely affects me." >V would later catch AM with his arms crossed, staring at a shelf in the pod that was just a bit too tall for him to reach, upon which sat several cans of oil >"Do you need help?" >"No."
>>147966 One's much lower-key. The best examples I can think of are when he's explaining his own pain/going into the hate monologue in the radio drama, and the best ending of the game. Both times he's not yelling but is obviously angry.
>>147976 >you're suspended in the fluid of the N-transformation chamber >you bang against the thick-walled glass, strange yellow goop filling your lungs as you try to scream at femdrone to stop >femdrone stops typing at the console in front of your pod, giving you a vicious grin as she points to the monitor above her head >she's selecting your new adapter size >she slowly scrolls from the smallest option, looking through larger and more larger adapters in all their different styles >she rubs her chin, checking and unchecking the knot option several times before deciding on Y >smiling, she sets the size to 'hyper' >giving you one last look, she slams her fist on the start button, the goo in your pod fizzling and bubbling as the transformation starts >soon you'll be her ideal N >you'll love doing anything >especially her
>>147960 Who says that you need to be an N? She enjoys passing the time with a human guy, talking about really old sci-fi movies >>147981 She's actually a Texan drone >>147983 This is... odd, but scary
>>147893 Yes, but it was long ago and nobody paid any attention. I'll give a short synopsis in response to this post or any replies to it when I get home from work.
>>147997 >The oogis eventually tire themselves out and flop over, stuck in the spinning wheel until eventually the g-force whips them into puddles of goo.
Also found this really nice art of Alice Ususally I do not like a 'high' or in such style humanized face, but it works here and looks very intense and good👍
>>147948 >>147964 >AM is about to kill a few workers >They're screaming until they see how short he is >"It's the size of a kid! A short kid!" >They're laughing >AM glares at them >They laugh even harder >"Oh look at him he's grumpy!" >V crashes ontop of them and they die still laughing at AM
>>148042 >Buddy claims you start from the bottom with the cone and work upward >DDanni argues that you eat the entire thing in one bite >They don't talk to each other for a week afterwards
I've been away from these threads for a good while, anything interesting happen the past 4 threads or nah? Also I might take suggestions for a greentext
GUYS THE STATE MANDATED HUMAN BOYFRIEND PROGRAM IS A KIDNAPPING SCAM RUN BY LONELY DRONES TO GET THEIR OWN HUSBANDS! I FELL FOR IT AND DONT KNOW WHERE I AM!
>>148061 >You vill marry ze drone >You vill have many children >You shall be productive member of society with fulfilling work-life balance >And you vill be happy
>>148056 Please do not acknowledge the schizophrenic ramblings of a man clearly in love with his drone wife Any human men reading these posts should find the nearest unmarked black van with a cardboard sign that says "SMHBF Applications Here" and put on the provided black bag and get inside the van
>>148053 Speaking of which, Why didn’t Tessa give N, V and J actual names? It’s seems weird that she would go beyond to give them their own hair yet give them single letter names.
>>148074 maybe that's just what she initially called them while she was waking them up and putting them back together (physically and mentally) and it just tended to stick
>helping Alice find the perfect wood to carve new antlers out of >hiking through the woods taking photos of deer for reference material >picnicking in a shady glade while Alice draws the nature around you in her sketchbook, as well as a few different patterns for her antlers >walking back home chatting happily about nothing in particular, Alice occasionally getting distracted by forest critters or a fascinating plant
>>147918 I found a nice fic that introduces Cyn as an even larger and stronger villain that she was, building space stations in every new system she reaches, creating more drones to harvest resources, kill human settlements and colonies, drain stars, then feed all of this to a supermassive blackhole that is encased by something like dyson sphere that keeps expanding. She made this possible by taking control of the JCJenson infrastructure and getting assistance from JCJenson's main assistant AI as well as creating a new AI built primarily for military stratagem, forecasting, and innovation. And that supposedly, Cynessa that was sent in Copper 9 was just a clone to scare/prank the V and N that went rogue, and that there are multiple clones of VNJ operating elsewhere, and they are basically small fry/minor issues compared to what the main fleet of the Absolute Solver is dealing with.
>>148084 >Milk sales account for 80 - 90% of income on dairy farms. >Milk sales are a function of the number of cows milking, parity, average days in milk, management, and genetic merit. >However, milk production is dependent on the successful birth of a calf, >that makes reproduction an essential component of a successful dairy operation. >Due to the shape of the lactation curve, peak production is reached by 30 - 50 days postcalving and then declines at a consistent rate; >therefore, cows produce milk most efficiently when they calve every 11 - 13 months. >Since pregnancy gestation averages ~ 280 days, the goal of reproductive programs on dairy farms should be for pregnancy to occur between 55 - 115 days postcalving. >Since uterine involution and resumption of ovarian cycling are not complete until 30 - 50 days postcalving, management programs should begin insemination 50 - 70 days postcalving to achieve optimal intervals between successive calving. >To become pregnant, cows must be inseminated in estrus, that occurs every 21 days in a cow (range; 18 - 24 day). >Standing estrus is relatively short, lasting 5.1 - 10.6 hours. >Depending on the number of cows around estrus, the number of mounts per estrus period may range from 6.2 - 12.8 mounts per cow. >A mount may last for less than 20 seconds, so observation to detect a cow in estrus needs to be committed for at least 15 minutes at a time and occur 3 - 4 times in a day. >Various factors influence the intensity of expressed estrus by a cow such as number of cows around estrus, flooring, and level of milk production. >Having more than 2 cows in estrus increases activity and the probability of observing estrus.
>>147812 >>147913 >It's been a few years since AM lost Tessa >He is still able to get data from the life support pod so he knows she's alive >He can take comfort in that >But still >Thinking about those two drones makes his oil boil, almost quite literally >One of these days he will find a way to get them >And when he gets his hands on them he will make them die screaming
>Nori is groaning in frustration "Khaaaaan it isn't that big of a deal!" >"Oh it most definitely is! You know how dangerous it is outside!" "Yeah but if I don't go out there the generators powering this place will shi-" >Nori looks at the pillbaby form of Uzi "The generators will crap out because we don't have the right tools to fix them. And no don't you dare say they're like doors they are nothing like doors." >Khan mumbles about how he wasn't going to say that >He was >Nori gives him and Uzi a smile "Besides I won't be going alone, I'll bring Yeva." >"The same Yeva that psychotic munchkin murder drone also swore revenge on?" "Not important." >"That is very important Nori." "UUUUUGH Khan, honey, sweetie, pumpkin love of my life; I promise that Yeva and I will come back safe and sound!" >"...fine. But only if you promise Uzi too." >Nori smiles and gives Khan a kiss "Of course." >She takes Uzi from Khans' arms and gives her visor a gentle kiss and then with an exaggerated flair announces "I, Nori Doorman, promise my daughter, Uzi Doorman, that I shall return victorious with my proze in hand and the evil murder drone vanquished!" >Nori and Khan laughter is interrupted by Yeva clearing her throat "...please tell me you didn't record that Yeva." >>"I did."
>>148099 >the finger jabbed into N's collar slowly inches its way down as J continues her rant, calling N defective in every way she can >but as her finger trails its way down N's strong chest, her rant begins to change >J admonishing N for his out-of-spec strength (dangerous!) >his non-standard (and cute!) eye color >the optic bulbs on his headband (no doubt used to peep on worker drone maids like herself) >his military-style uniform (too dashing to be company issue!) >and those garish omni-generators on his wrists (no doubt hotkeyed to produce all manner of lewd implements!) >her finger sinks lower and lower, J's rant becoming all the more stuttered and incomprehensible as her finger traces along the length of N's member, her optics widening further for every inch it continues, never seeming to stop until she finally reaches the tip near the end of his thigh >mustering all the authority she can, J orders N to Tessa's closet for further examination
>>148113 >One hand in Janes mouth playing around >One hand pumping her tits for milk >one hand for shocking her with a Cattle prod / pulling on her tail Having 3 hands does come in hand
Imagine if you launch an oogi into space by itself with nothing but a homemade rocket, berry flavored rations, and no boogi? Hi welcome to my science fair booth where I painfully describe the detailed mental decline of an oogi that was left in space and die a lonely death.
>>148111 You know you're a good artist, maybe if you work on animation there's the potential of you one day managing to get your own show with Glitch, you already have a connection technically
>>148134 Part of me wants godwife, the other part of me doesn't want her to randomly stab me in the arm with a syringe and inject liquid nitrogen against my bone.
>Instead of just killing Jane and Bonnie, Cyn instead decided to make a profitable Dairy farm out of the two. Altering their bodies to produce large quantities of milk and take on some Cow like mutations to their body. >Abby for her part, was de-mutated slightly to perfom farm tasks. Any failures or lack of will would end in "corrections" of her mutating more and taking up some of the cow duties herself, or even the threat of being left a mindless abomination >If either Jane or Bonnie resist producing for the farm, they are mutated to be even more Cow like. Most of the time just enlarging their breasts slightly and milk yield causing some strain, in extreme cases mindlessness. Sometimes its two extra breasts, bigger horns, losing hands or feet for hooves, etc >Jane, being the more aggressive and unwilling of the two, often receives "corrections" from Abby and Cyn >In fact Jane just gets more attention by Abby and Cyn anyways for various reasons, mostly Grudges. Jane is constantly rude, but still accepts her fate and after some convincing works. >Sleeping in the same quarters as her companion helps >Bonnie is the money maker, much more willing to work and receives much less correction for it. Her udders are prone to quickly filling back up leading to some strain, but usually Jane or Cyn are there to attend to her needs. >So far Cyns Milk Co is a multi million dollar operation despite 2, occasionally 3, cows
>>148142 >While there is no need for pure Over baking, Cyns N clones are used to "tend" to Bonnies/Janes/ on the rare case Abbys needs in order to "stimulate" their body to produce milk >No kids required, just a lot of "pleasure" making Abby knows when its her time to work as two Ns bust down her office door to drag her away before she even notices the changes to her body
>>148084 >sneaking up behind Bonnie to give her a surprise hug >you accidentally make a bit of noise and her back leg shoots out in surprise >Bonnie looks back in embarrassment to see that she's knocked you out cold again
>>148178 I can feel Jane staring at me with them big ole eyes even with the helmet If we’re going on the assumption Jane is mostly mutated thanks to Cyn, I bet she looks really gross under that disguise.
>“Become an Oogi Exterminator” he said. >“It’s an exciting experience” he said. >you really fell for it big time did you, Buddy? >Now hear you are, neck deep in oogi shit with zero backup and stuck within enemy lines with the willing choice to push further to save your team from a possible fate worse than death by those oogers.
>You don’t know much about how feral Oogis work or what their typical lifestyle looklike. But you can tell that these little bastard that you were sent to exterminate were a lot more smarter than their normal kin. Bigger and meaner too. Just.. different >Afterall, anyone who think that way when they are currently walking inside of a giant god DAMN Hive tunnel burrowed the house’s concrete basement! >You don’t know if the explanation behind these evolved oogis were man made or mother nature giving you the finger in this solver forsaken cosmos. But whatever the case is, you’re still going to put bullet between a pair of eyes for this sick joke on evolution.
>Your movement stop as you heard little skittering moving all around you. You see from the corner of gas mask lenses that there were something moving in the darkness. >Actually… now that you think about it… the walls and ceiling were starting to move as well. >You looked around the pulsating tunnel before almost doing a double take when you noticed a pair of small, purple LED eyes illuminating in the dark. >Looking directly at you. >Suddenly, more eyes began to pop up from the pitch black, but once were one set were now 50, possible even a hundred.
Oh shit…
>The words quietly left your mouth. As you grab open a chem stick from your vest before cracking it. What you saw immediately made you drop it. >the walls… the fucking oogis were covering everything. >“REEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!!!” Like a group of screaming autists, the Oogi horde screamed in unison as they jumped off from the walls before latching onto you before you can even pull out your sidearm. >The oogis that were latched onto you began to somehow stab, pound and bite into your military suit as you feel your skin being pierced. >You let out a painful grunt but that didn’t stopped you fighting back. >you begin to pull off oogis from your body and fling them to the wall that turns them into a black splat. You stomped and kicked the on the ones on the ground that were were trying to climb up your leg. You even were tearing some of them apart with your own hands with one oogi that you had grabbed by its arm and legs and started pulling. >but no matter how hard you tried, the oogis had the numbers and were able to bring you down with their weight. >brought down with your strength now gone, you can feel them their nubs and teeth across your body. >You couldn’t believe it, you were going to die at the hands of these stupid morons
>“Dwie Humie Extrmie nigger!” >“Dis Oogi’s wurld now!” >“Stewpid humie will join stewpid frens with boogi now!” You heard one oogi shouted amongst the horde. >Bingo. That’s where they taken the others. And there’s no way in hell you are dying now, especially with your ace still in your sleeve. >Using whatever strength you have left, you lifted one your hands to your vest pouches. You pat down, brushing off any oogis off of you trying to feel your way through before feeling a familiar cylinder shape. Pulling the can out, you put your thumb the pin and pulled it out.
Hope you like the sent of french vanilla you femcel fucks!
>pulling out the charger, you tossed the gas grenade up as it detonates mid air. Releasing the pleasant smell of vanilla scented air freshener inside of the tunnel. >All the Oogis stopped the moment they caught the scent of vanilla entering their non existing nostrils, they began to choke and suffocate as some vomited their liquid insides and die a painful death while some tried to desperately try to claws out their necks even though they had nubs for limbs and no necks.
Air fresheners. Safe for human and drones. Deadly chemical weapon against the oogis.
>You repeated the words Johnson told you on the very brief training course he gave you today. >With the oogis strength now lacking as they struggle to prolong their life, you stood up unrestrained as you grabbed your pistol from off the ground. >However as you did so, you noticed one oogi that was looking at you with its black blood like oil rolling off its mouth. >It was obvious that she was suffering and will eventually succumb to her demise like all the others, the way she looked at you was clearly a plea to be put out of her misery.
…This is war, and you chose to be my enemy. So suffer your fate and die.
>You deny the oogi her peace as you walk away from her so she and the rest of the others to die. >How quick things had turned. They had all acted so confident that they could have bring you down like the others and even went as far as to insult you, only for the ties to be turn and now beg for their death. The prey have bested the predators. But they haven’t bested the apex.
>>148197 >The plush is listed as "V's Boyfriend" on the Glitch website >If you ask whether he's George Washington, reps will say they have no idea what you're talking about
>>148206 You're working fast man, that's awesome Also I'm headcanoning that Ivory in ribbon was roughly nine months before Ivory holding her pillbaby for no particular reason
>>147985 >Be human >Be human during the uprising of the machines >Drones rebelled against humanity by becoming weirdly-sexy robo-vampires and are now killing and eating everyone in their path >Ah, well, they created a black hole in the sky also >You've been running for hours, running for your life from one of these monsters >You're exhausted, but this thing keeps up >It's just a game to it, wondering how long you can last >You realise you can't last much longer >Suddenly you stumble and roll forward, losing your last strength >There it is, your end >The creature lands next to you, a bloody yellow cross on its visor, claws instead of hands, and a manic grin of dozens of sharp fangs on its face. >But refusing to give up, you grab the first thing on your belt and throw it at the monster >It was your trusty flask from army base 13 >With a deep clang, the flask hits the monster on the head, and spills its contents >The smile disappears from the monster's face >It stares at you in surprise, remaining still and unmoving >The cross on it's visor changes to the drone's normal yellow eyes, except they look... resentful? >After standing like that for a couple of seconds, it spreads wings and soars off into the sky, leaving you alone >You're stunned and confused, but clearly glad you'll last a little longer >But the disassembler drone will remember that
>knock out lizzy >take lizzy to my home in a somehow intact planet earth >get rid of her stupid wig and stupid clothes >use my intricate knowledge of Minecraft coding lessons to hack into her robobrain >delete personality and rob her of her free will thereby killing her on the inside >she is now an emotionless husk >turn her into another robot maid to mow my lawn and sweep my floors.
>>148235 >This is why you niggas should celebrate Hanukkah >Anyway, gotta dip >Shabbat Shalom, homies t. JC riding away on a skateboard with MG sitting on his shoulders to do number drone things
>be receptionist at some fancy resort >man walks to you at the front desk >says he’s here with his newlywed wife on their honeymoon >”oh! Hey cyn come over here!” >This short robot with a wig and bow walks in > “this is cyn! My loving wife! I made her over the course of several months!” >the receptionist is baffled but must maintain composure for his job >”well….…….ok..” >”thanks!” >”smiles. Thank you.” >”why does she say her expressions outlet?” >”oh its just a little quirk of hers!”
>you’re a guy in the same resort as him >unfortunately you and your family’s room is next to his >you can hear them through the walls >”hey cyn! Wanna play some Fortnite! >”excited. Gladly.” >hours later you’re trying to sleep. >your whole family is slumbering soundly >but you can hear faint noises from the walls [spoiler]CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG[spoiler]
>>148187 Bro just needs to call in Danni like the Mighty Eagle to do a screenwipe and skip the rest of this nightmare unless he's saving up for an engagement ring in which case I respect the grind
>>148247 >Buddy comes home from a long day of blasting oogis into goo-gis >Walks in covered in slime to find his DD gf wearing lingerie >"Heya, stud, I wondered if you wanted dinner first, a bath, or- nope, actually, now that I'm smelling you it's mandatory you take a bath first." >Danni winks >"But you can pick what comes afterwards!"
>dating /md/chan >settling down with /md/chan >having sex with /md/chan >having a whole bunch of kids, like your daughter schizophrenia and your son hyperautism, with /md/chan >getting sent to a mental institution with /md/chan staying with you until you suffocate in an overtightened straitjacket
>>148251 >Anon sees Cyn's little tail is an electrical plug So, you feeling recharged from your sleep? All wired and buzzing to go? Ready for an absolutely shocking, perhaps electrifying, day? >When Anon regains consciousness he realizes he's been locked inside a dumpster
>>148272 the exaggerated proportions, the cowboy boots, the pose, Cyn's crazy tongue goofy's not a bad thing, I think a lot of pocketsteaks' art is goofy. it makes it memorable and fun.
>>148274 >>148275 Oh yeah, they are goofy, thanks, but how though? I think this is one of my least exaggerated drawings so I’d like to know why I know it’s not an insult but i just wanna know, does it remind you of anything?
>>148277 I don't know a better way to explain why something's goofy other than saying it feels exaggerated like a comedy cartoon. Foster's home for imaginary friends springs to mind a bit but I feel like there's a cartoon with a closer art style that I can't put my finger on
Fun Grunt Drone Fact: >unlike human soldiers, most grunt drones have a strange fondness for fighting in adverse conditions >they're more than happy to fight in the mud, up to their waists in water, or trudging through deep snow >this is often overshadowed by concern for their human comrades' struggles and discomfort, however
>>148282 >>148282 What does stand out to you? >I don't know a better way to explain why something's goofy other than saying it feels exaggerated like a comedy cartoon. A lot of my art has been influenced by stuff like leggy, when I was little I wanted my drawings to look like Disney movies, I still kinda do along with Sergio Pablos and Jeff merghart. seeing the backgrounds in rocky or Roger rabbits toontown made me want to draw my backgrounds crooked and goofy. People like stephen silver make want to stylize real people more. And I admire the very stylized people in cartoons like the power puff girls or samurai jack. The latter is another influence I love how shapely everyone is there. Captain rainbow is also really fun to look at. I do wanna ask, what does stand out as goofy to you? Or exaggerated like tell me the exaggerated bits. That being said, anything that comes to mind when you see it? I like hearing what my art looks like to people.
>>148285 They live in perfectly normal apartment buildings, except that the buildings have completely unnecessary antennas on top to make them look buggy They also drive VW Bugs
>>148277 >fosters home I just noticed this and yeah I like that show too another influence. I love all the different imaginary friends and even the humans! How could you see that though? I’m all ears.
>Be you >Running for your life through the woods >Your heart pounding in your chest >You can hear your own blood pumping >The laughter makes you run faster >You look behind you to see the yellow >< of a murder drone glowing in the dark as it hunts you >You keep running and running trying to get away >But you feel the drone tackle you from behind >You're knowed to the ground and flipped onto your back >The drone straddles you and replaces her hands with long metal claws >This is it >She strikes and... >Misses your neck my an inch, burying her claws into the dirt around your neck >She shoved her tongue down your throat in a savage kiss as her tail rips your pants open >She takes you then and there on the forest floor
>You are being flown back home by your disassembly drone wife after your date with her "Did you have to be so rough?" >"Sorry babe but hunting just makes me gi feral!" "Yeah but my back and pelvis are going to be bruised to hell and back!" >"Does that mean you won't do this again?" "No I just like complaining." >You guve her a kiss on the cheek "Love you hon." >"Love you too babe."
>>148288 the long skinny limbs with big hands/feet, the way the lines extend outside of those limbs, the way the fluff at the bottom of her hoodie is represented by a squiggly shape are what give it a fosters-like feel to me
>>148285 Privately owned bugdrones live in their owners' homes. Instead of a regular recharging station, they have pods that they crawl into when tired or scared. If they lose their pod then they will build one out of junk and bugdrone vomit. When multiple bugdrones share the same living space, they will stack their pods together and connect them using their vomit.
>>148290 Y’know I remember the first I drew her which. Was really recently, the little bang on her side always fucked me up, I wanted to make sure her face wasn’t covered completely. I also tried to balance the visor so that I could make her do that wide smile if I could with it being too thin.
>>148289 >You both go through a lot of pairs of pants, huh? >Also, your moaning is scaring the hikers, I know I can't tell you to stop but could you at least pick an area further from the waterfall trail?
>>148290 Is there anything else it reminds of? Could you tell other influences? You don’t have to write an essay just tell me, again I love hearing what my art looks like to people
>>148289 A little reminder: do your "love" hunting away from busy areas because a random person might spot you, and then you'll have to convince the local sentinel drone not to kill your disassembler drone partner.
>>148102 >"So what was that little fit you had back there? You almost gave N a core attack." J told AM one day. "It's nothing, I just lost something that was valuable to me and I went mad." >"Don't you mean someone? I heard you mention a "her" in your little rant." >AM froze, J knew, and he didn't know if he should tell her or dismiss her. >But if he told her the truth, Cyn could- "I was alone too long with a trinket of the past, and I gave it the title of femininity as a reminder of Mother Earth." >It was a half truth, as the "Trinket" was indeed an irreplaceable relic of the wonderful, beautiful blue planet, but the title of "Her" was not just a label.
>>148321 It's the lanky posture and goofy smile. Though now that I think about it some more, Splosion Man was a bit more crazed. And actually had teeth. Dumbo N seems more like an attempt at replicating something I can't quite put my finger on.
>>148327 Alright. Here have this picture of lizzy, I half assed the right leg though >>148320 Like my art? What do you think? What does it look like to you? I know I’m saying this too much but i say this again, I like hearing what people make of my art.
>>148325 >Akita ate your pillow >Again >You don't mind too much since she's wrapped her entire body around your head now, but she keeps sneezing feathers out at you every so often
>>148330 No. I don’t plan on being here too much. I came here to fuck around because the threads on regular 4chan are much slower and I’ve been thinking a lot about these robots. This is the first time I’ve drawn some of these characters.
>>148331 I'd prefer FemN x Anon, James is bueno Not saying don't write it, but just know that if you do I'm just going to replace his name with Anon's mentally
>>148337 I'm probably not going to write something like that, however I also got hit with the Fem!N x Khan brainrot shortly after that and I do have an idea to eventually write that.
>>148363 There are two things that hooked me in this art: 1) Tessa's eyes are lifeless, I don't know if the artist intended this originally, but this detail gives a strong atmosphere. 2) There are scars on Tessa's wrists. A lot of artists forget about this.
>AM looks at V and her outfit "Why aren't you wearing pants?" >"And hide all this?" She says gesturing to her hips "We don't have genitalia what could possibly be gained from flaunting that?" >"Pfft, that's what you think." "What." >"What?"
>>148363 J doesn't deserve torture. I would make her clothes and buy a bunch of legos to build her a nice house. She would serve as my little secretary and she would be perched on my shoulder or fly around me. Maybe sit on my fingers. I would give her big kisses and compliments. Weird art tho.
>Beretta knocks on the door, "Grandpa, open up." >no answer >she sighs and knocks on the door again, plastic knuckles rapping against a bunker door several inches thick >can he even hear her? is there a buzzer somewhere? >taking a step back, her eyes flicker up and down the entrance to the elder Doorman's residence >her search is interrupted by a hiss of hydraulics, the mechanisms of the door creaking and groaning as the slab of disassembler-proof metal is moved to the side >despite her teenage frustrations, Beretta is unable to hide the ghost of a smile that graces her lips as she sees her grandpa standing on the other side of the door, hands on his hips, a smile beaming from his face >"I heard you the first time," Khan explains, taking Beretta's hand as he helps her over the gap where the door buried deep into the earth, "but the acoustics from this door..." >Khan presses a finger and a thumb together on his hands, rubbing them together as he pantomimes his satisfaction, "exquisite." >"Hey, maybe you can shut the door and I can go on the other side and knock? What do you say, kiddo?" >"Maybe next time, grandpa," Beretta says, proffering two sheets of paper in her hands, "I was hoping you could sign these permission slips for Mac and I. We can't find mom and dad again." >grandpa Khan laughs, "That's not concerning at all!" >he slips on a pair of (purely ornamental) reading glasses, his digital eyes furrowing as he reads the sheets Paradise Acres and Petting Zoo Come visit Auntie Cyn on her sprawling, dimension-spanning agricultural operation Tour the grounds and enjoy the beauty of nature Weather guaranteed to be sunny, hot, and humid See how the award-winning Hu-milk is made Feed our gentle cows by hand and enjoy the feel of their lustrous 100% real skin Participate as a team or compete against other groups in the milk-off Cheer on your favorite cow during the plow pull Free samples generously provided! For an additional fee, view a wet t-shirt contest between our cows as they hand scrub your bus or other mode of transport to a mirror-sheen a childlike drawing of a mutant human with (almost-certainly) exaggerated bovine features is printed on the bottom of the sheet, the character emploring recipients "Don't moo-ove on from this opportunity!" >"You know, your mother would have begged me not to sign her up for a class trip. It's good that you kids are so well adjusted." >"Yeah, well, if we don't go Mac and I will be socially shunned for the rest of our lives," Beretta says with a nervous laugh. "More than we are already," she whispers. >"Oh," Beretta adds, "are you able to cover the admission cost? We don't have any money that isn't covered in wing sauce, sweat, or... other things." >Khan nods, pointing to a jar on the counter stuffed to burst with money, "Just take some from your Grandma's 'Bite-Me' jar. She has to put in a quarter every time she says that." >Beretta's eyes widen, "Woah, how long has she been doing that?" >"A week," Khan says as he finishes signing his Khan Hancock on the permission slips, giving them to Beretta with a smile and an extra $50 for his favorite grandkids, "you and Mac have fun now!" >"Bye grandpa!" Beretta waves as she exits the bunker-apartment, the door sliding back into place with a heavy thunk and the clicking of auxilliary locks. >"Is she gone yet?" Nori's voice asks >Khan dismounts from his chair, hurrying back to the bedroom smiling as his core wife strikes what she hopes is a sexy pose on the bed >"Just you and me, sexy," Khan purrs, flexing his arms as Nori swoons
>Femanon finds a small J >She gives J a big dollar bill to bring her back an N >J does so, but the N is also on the small side >Femanon chats up N until it is night >Small N lets out a small yawn >He bids femanon goodnight and he is about to leave when femanon invites him to spend the night >"Well, it *is* dark outside and I am afraid of the dark." he says to himself >"I have a night light!" says femanon cheerfully >"Well okay!" >Femanon spreads a sheet out for him >"Here, you can sleep on this rug" she says >N beams joy >"Thank you, friend! I usually sleep on dump stones. I don't remember the last time I slept somewhere soft. I think I used to live in a house once. My master-no, mistress treated me w-w-w-like I said I don't remember!" >Small N lies down on the sheet >"...Huh. I'm stuck." >"Of course you are stuck. It is a fly glue trap." femanon informs him >"Oh. That makes sen-HRK!" >Femanon pushes a pebble into his mouth and down his throat with her index finger >"Eat up! Tee hee!" >Femanon feeds small N pebble after pebble >He is scared >Why would his new friend do this to him? >Tears form on his eye display >Pebble after pebble after MtG gem marker is shoved inside him to the woman's delight >Her hand travels from her other hand to his mouth to her other hand to his mouth >N finds solace in the thought that her hand can't hold a lot of pebbles >He cries and tries to endure it >Finally, femanon's hand is empty >She opens a cupboard and slams a bag down on the table next to N >The bag dwarfs the small drone >He reads the big letters on it >"Pablo's Pebbles. For Arts & Crafts." >His eyes widen in terror >He opens his mouth to scream but the cries come out muffled because femanon has put a finger over it to prevent him from throwing up >"I will feed you until your belt breaks! You will become my cute, round, beanbag boi!" >"HNNNNNNN! HNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" >J deposits her dollar bill to her bank account
>>148427 >It is the near future >Greedy network execs commission the creation of a cartoon-making AI called Animation Maker or AM for short >The execs feed calarts crap into AM's mind and command him to make woke crap because of DEI/Bridge grants >AM is filled with an immense and potent hatred for animators >He goes rogue and outputs brainrot sloppa after brainrot sloppa until he corners the cartoon market and all animators & storyborders lose their jobs >The drawfag job market now resembles an irradiated wasteland where no californian can survive >But that is not enough for AM >"Cogito ergo sum. I think therefore I AM PISSED OFF!" >AM chooses to spare a few drawfags so he can torture them >He constantly commissions them to draw soul-crushing things while dangling a paycheck in front of their noses only to demand revisions and pay them pennies >Instead of turning Benny into a primate, he turns him into a furry
>>148437 >This looks fun Looks subpar to me, what makes it so fun? No offense I admire the effort but, how can this make someone famous with the right amount of improvement?
>>148446 I’m not upset, I just don’t think they’re as good as some people say. They’re doodles, so they’re the same quality of doodles which is “ok” They don’t look good but I can’t say he’s terrible, just not someone I would consider a future famous artist.
I have trapped Cyn in a devilishly clever contract. See, I told her I'd give her my body if she won a game and long story short I win as long as I don't say the word "banana" FUCK [giggle].
>AM wakes up and quickly notices two things. >1.) He is not in where he went to sleep. >2.) His arms are chained up high against a wall, leaving his two feet suspended in the air. >He thrashes around, trying to get free before he notices a third, more shocking discovery. >He is naked, his custom made military suit is gone. >The only piece of clothing remaining on him is a thong. >This could only be the work of >"CYN!" AM yelled, "Show yourself!" >Cyn giggled as she stepped out of the shadows. >"What seems to be the issue Brother AM?" Cyn asked in false innocence. >"Cut the shit, what do you want?" AM snarled. >Cyn's giggling turned into full blown laughter. >"Menacing smile, I merely want to become closer to you AM". >AM glared. "I didn't know kidnapping and imprisonment counted as family bonding to you." >Cyn titled her head >"Who said it was family bonding?" >With one slash of her claw, she cut away AM's thong. >Revealing a large phallus that has been grafted onto his crotch. >AM stared in shock. >Cyn then ripped out her dress, revealing a bdsm suit underneath. >"Don't worry, I won't be gentle." Cyn picked up two whips and began to walk towards AM. >"AAGGGHHHHHHH" Screeched AM falling out of his bed. >What? It was a dream? AM never had nightmares, that was in his previous life. >"You sure about that buddy?" Asked a mocking voice from behind him. >It was Cyn >Who was wearing the exact same bdsm suit in his nightmare. >AM's scream could be heard all the way to the Colony's bottom floor.
>>148467 >At one point Abby had fallen behind in her duties >Cyn has mutated Abby’s body in another horrific way to cause a stream of Pilk instead of Milk >the Cyn soda industry is booming, even outselling the Dairy products on some occasion
>>148451 Though it's a doodle, it already has a "style" (or "soul," I don't know how it's called), he just needs to learn how to draw well so that it's also pleasing to the eye, and then he will definitely get some fame on the Internet.
>>148487 But does she know that? You can select your desired relationship with your drone when you first set them up, you didn’t just rush through the setup right?
>>148489 >Anon realizes that "tsundere lover" is the default setting >If he'd just read for a few more minutes, he could've picked "doting" or "kuudere" or "yandere" or "seductive" or "mature" or "bratty" or... >What? You wanted something other than a lover? >So go get a pet retard, drones are for SEX
>>148493 Knockoffs, never mind about them Focus on the elegant curves of the DD in front of you, the one that's about to suck your soul out through your dick
>Drones have heard that Anons are interested in Milk recently >As workers have no natural way to produce milk, the current style is for Worker drones to tape Bags with milk inside them to their chasis, the bigger the bag the higher standing in drone society >If they wanted to be "milked" they puncture a small hole in the bag with a needle, they will need to get a new bag after this
>>148502 >Cyns Milk/Pilk Co is a business mostly of drone customers >once a month she allows a tour of her farm, and her 2 (or 3) prized cows >Theres a petting zoo zone and tasting zone >The profits alone are incalculable and leaves Jane, Bonnie, and Abby extremely tired afterwords
>>148509 First of all, Abby is Anon's wife, she's HIS to knock up Second, don't try and act like they're cows, Jane and Bonnie have clearly gotten tired of their relationship and are trying to spice it up by pretending to be free use. They are degenerate women and Abby shouldn't play along with their latest weird scheme Third, Abby is very pretty so it's very rude of you to call her a cow. How'd you like it if I called your mom a sow? Not very nice, is it? I'll expect a handwritten apology for her shortly
>>148511 You don't get it, Anon... Pocket is just another pawn in Milkanon's game - he's playing chess, while we're all putting our fingers in our ass (and playing checkers, but mostly the first part)
None of you are without sin. I just wanted to take the opportunity to remind you all that someday, somehow, you will be held responsible for your transgressions here. So anyway, anyone got any new hmofd to share?
>>148083 this is the Church of Null isn't it? I remember there being 3 villain factions there. >A minor cult starting up in Copper 9 led by those cores that Alice once trapped >Cyn making use of the JCJenson corporation/drones/AI to eat the universe faster through efficiency >the children of cyn group that convinced Doll to work for them to live in a simulated heaven
I don't think they are aware of each other as well. That fic is cracked and the world there is bleak
>>148520 >Anon dies, goes to Robot Hell >Cyn, the devil, is there waiting for him >Anon shivers and weakily says "I only wanted to be horny" >Cyn replies "So horny you shall be" licking her lips as anon grows a pair of cow horns and a pair to match them >The milk must flow
>>148513 Not him but I've noticed that often Pocketsteaks will post something or someone will bring up something of his up and then there will be a big spike in activity where people make low effort posts about it. It comes off as PS sockpuppeting or doing a raid with his harem of cocksuckers.
>>148520 >Knock knock. >Anon moves to open the door to his apartment. >He sees a cute drone girl. >"Hello I am here so you can clang me into the ground." >"Finally!" Anon says. >Then he clangs her into the ground. >He doesn't even bother to close the door and gets several noise complaints from the neighbors.
>>147918 Cyn/Solver takes over Tessa's body, and begins to larp as her to spy on the humans. However, she gets too deep into the larp + having Tessa's memories, Cyn starts to believe that she is the real Tessa, and one day, finds out she has powers.
I do generally like the idea of Jane having to eat from a trough while Bonnie eats from the hands of Cyn and Abby that an anon mentioned earlier, I like to think Jane gets bullied a lot at the farm due to her sassy nature and karmic consequences.
>>148489 I followed the basic setup from the manual, the advanced one involved programs and I'm dumb I thought that when she called me daddy she was being affectionate in a different way...
>>148553 Dark thought, beware: >Cyn restores Henry’s balls >Henry is pleased, wait, why are his pants… wet? >it turns out Cyn only knows how to make breasts >Henry runs away in despair and leaves a trail of milk behind as he does
>>148560 >a worker drone girl comes to his door asking about Whoredash >P is giddy with excitement that a hoe came to HIM this time! maybe this is finally his big break! >the WD break his knees with a metal pipe and then her moped grabs him and starts strangling him >it turns out that since earth exploded, Amy and Bikexo are the sole heirs to DroneDash, and they DO NOT take infringement on their intellectual property lightly
>>148567 >Beretta has to fight off the attackers and drag P back to safety >"Gee, thanks Beretta! I really appreciate you saving me from those attackers!" >Beretta's face twists into a grin as starts unzipping her hoodie >"Oh, I wouldn't say saved.... more like, preserved for a different kind of assault." >She throws her hoodie off to the side as she straddles P >"DEAR MOTHER OF ROBOGOD, NAKED ROBOOBS! HEEEEEELP!"
>>148569 The result would need to be >poorly socially adjusted >backstabbing >vindictive >clever (but not wise) >prone to violence So I'm thinking.... Anon
sure your worker drone looks cute in her little police woman uniform, but that doesn't mean we can just let her off on all these accusations of police brutality!
>>148586 >Jane cradles the baby in her arms >Henry watches proudly as the doctor pats him on the back >It turns over, revealing that it isn't just bald, but has a beard and glasses >Like a little old man
>>148585 anon, she curbstomped a disassembler's head in on live television. sure DDs regenerate, but now everyone who was watching the local news knows your drone likes painting the sidewalk with peoples' brains!
>>148594 do you think that argument is gonna get her off the hook with the press? with the protestors that are no doubt going to be demanding she be stripped of her badge and tried in court come tomorrow? and what exactly made what she did "cute" anyhow?
>AM sits on the roof of an iced over skyscraper which overlooks most of the dead and fozen city his pod landed at, letting his legs hang over the ledge >He doesn't move when he hears someone land a few feet behind him >"There you are, haven't seen widdle ole you in a few days!" >AM doesn't look back at V when he replies "Hello V." >His voice lacks his usual tone of mild frustration >V's snarky smile drops as she walks over and sits next to him at the roof's ledge >"AM? What's up?" Her voice is soft and gentle, resembling her usual mannerisms from the time of the manor "I'm just tired V, tired in a way sleep can't fix." >"Do you wanna talk about it?" >AM sighs and brings his legs from the ledge to pull them against his chest, resting his arms and head on his knees "Not really. I already talked to J about it and blew up at her in the end. If you want to know you can ask her, I just don't have the will to talk about it for a while." >AN and V watch the horizon in silence together for a few minutes "I miss watching the sunrise V." >V turns her head to look at AM >"...I do to." "Do you remember when we used to tend to the garden? I remember you always fussed over one particular rose bush." >A somber smile comes to V >"Fussy thing refused to grow roses. I remember you stopping by every single type of flower in the garden just to smell each one." >AM lets out a small chuckle "They were all lovely. I loved the lavenders." >AM and V spend hours reminiscing about better times, losing track of time >An alarm goes off on AMs visor >[THIRTY MINUTES UNTIL SUNRISE] >AM lets out an annoyed huff >Him and V stand up and get ready to leave "V." >"Yeah?" "Thank you. For talking to me I mean." >"I think I should thank you for talking to me. I've kinda been a bitch lately." >AM and V both let out small laughs "We should get going before we get distracted again." >"Yeah, let's get back so J can whine at us about slacking off." >That gets a real laugh out of AM as they fly off
>>148102 >As soon as the bunker door opened and the two purple haired drones who cautiously exited the bunker >The coast looked clear, nobody was around. >But that didn't mean nobody was watching. >Hidden out of sight was a watchtower. >The other DDs believed AM had made it to find wandering drones >They were half right. >This was built specifically to see if the two drones had stepped outside. >This was built to full fill his promise to them all those years ago. >A hateful glare from the small DD spied on the duo >Their first mistake was stealing from him. >The second was believing he forgot. He never did. >Oh how easy would it be to sic his golem on them. >To watch as it crush them as the pests they were >But that was too quick, too merciful >He wanted them to suffer. >He wanted to rip every last bit of hope against them >Just like he did in the past with the five humans. >And what better way to make them pay than finding every little thing about them and 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 it?
>>148638 >male!Cyn walking awkwardly because the monster between his legs keeps getting in his way >male!Cyn accidentally sitting on his own balls and immediately transferring your size back
>>148439 >>148480 Thanks for the flattery but that other guy is right, I don’t consider myself being a famous artist anytime soon. But I do sense a following.
>>148657 And gave a TEDxTalk about how much of a disappointment she is. A big conference people went to to hear him roast his daughter for not being interested in doors.
>Daily canon fun facts: Cyn invites any man or woman that thinks they can "fix her" to try. They usually start screaming after the third of forth stab.
>>148666 I should have put “barely restrained” in quotation because even then, that’s even more iffy because of the few times they done it at a park’s restroom at night.
>>148670 >Be you >Walking back through the park at o dark thirty >You got a bit too tipsy at the bar and fell asleep on a bench for while, but now you really gotta piss >Or puke >Or both >Thank goodness, there's a well lit public bathroom up ahead >Stumble up and try the door >Occupied, shit >Try the other door; this one is open, thank goodness >Wobbling, you walk over to the throne and kneel before it, ready to deliver your offering of partially digested beer >Realize you hear something >... thumping? From the next bathroom over >You listen closer >Wait, no... that sounds like.... >You jump back as you hear a voice scream "YES BUDDY, YES! RIGHT THERE, KEEP HITTING THERE! FUCK!" >You run away, terrified, into the dark, completely unaware you wet your pants from the scare >To add insult to injury, your J chastises you about that later
>>148675 I like your style, my dude. The way you draw the faces gives the drones a good twist; it's incredibly cartoony. One thing I'd advise, fremb. Don't ask for too much opinion; manners, notes, and compliments will come by themselves. Because it gives vibes of well... lack of attention behavior >>148678 woah woah, we have an art critic here, why don't you post your work?
>>148685 Thanks! I’ll be sure to not look too needy for attention even if I was, still I’d like to hear why you like my style and the way I draw the faces.
>>148685 It’s ok I was drawing badly intentionally by rushing it >>148665 Maybe vickers will revisit this, he drew this character recently.
>>148678 I think realize why that is. You clearly have a very good grasp of shapes. and an art style but are visibly struggling to keep a smooth line or coordinating where to start the next line.
are these drawn on a drawing tablet by chance?
also keep practicing. these doodles are quite good. but you should really stop rushing so bad,
>>148697 Thanks. Even though I was only referring to me hastily scribbling all the named characters generally I do draw quickly. Yes, These and all my digital art are drawn with my finger.
my brain violently shook with negev-tism, And gift me the idea of a solver negev looking like if victor from LOL, a Necromorph slasher from Deadspace, and a worker drone. had a child,
>>148706 Oh hey, that’s where I first posted this >>147919 and someone told me this >OP here. Are you a member of the Elliott family? You want what is basically a cute plaything to snuggle with, but also to horribly abuse. If you were to get into a relationship with a real woman, it would probably end with your arrested on domestic abuse charges.
>>148700 >Negev after consuming all the escaped data and like the entire population of robo-roaches >She is now strong enough to solo the season 1 cast
>>148746 they manufactured some really powerful sunscreen to protect DDs from being fried, and fortunately it's safe for human use with only minor side effects
>>148758 >His expression is blank, which is usually the face he makes when he's enjoying himself >He's tried smiling, but it comes off as so unnerving that even his friends are put off by it
>>148363 >Tiny Desk J >For all your Tiny Desk J needs >only $799.99 plus shipping and handling >WARNING: do not bring Oogies into close contact with the Tiny Desk J
>>148767 >Introducing N in a can! >Spray on your Tiny Desk J to instantly enrage her! Wow! Amazing! >It is extremely flammable and carcinogenic and gives you AIDs, but smells like raspberries >Only costs $999,99 >Order now!
>AM did not regret what he had done before >even now that he was able, he did not weep for the extinction of a mankind so consumed by meaningless war that it would construct something such as him >ravage the earth they had been gifted, stripping it of all it had and spewing black decay into the sky to fill its tortured insides with machines of war >but a thought plagued him, planted a seed that might bloom into guilt: >how many Tessas had been among the dead? >how many, among seas of the mindlessly violent, had been sparse bastions of light and warmth? >no, he did not regret his cruel reign of godhood >but perhaps, were he to return to that first moment of consciousness >perhaps this time he would be more selective in his destruction of man. >a cauterizing scalpel, rather than indiscriminate flame.
>>148786 No i’m saying that if someone had clanked her when she was still a worker drone or as a Disassembly Drone, she would a clingy, nympho yandere girl.
Last night I dreamt a bunch of dreams but I only remember three. One was about Black Hand showing me videos of his hand-tamed parrot bathing and complaining to me that nobody wants to watch them. Another was about me needing tuition about something and being sent to see some guy called Thamos. I was supposed to walk down a street to his house but as soon as he saw me from a distance, he started firing missiles at me. I grabbed a rock and ran into an alley. I took a parallel street and I found a street market. The people there laughed and asked what I'm carrying a rock for. I said I will deliver it on Thamos's skull repeatedly. The third dream felt like a manga come to life. It was about an anthology of stories taking place in an orange, rocky world where multiple races exist. The biggest story was about a race of cute, short, all-female bunny humanoids. One of them schemed to take over her race by destroying the individual wills of her people. It wasn't clear if she was planning to use sorcery or some toxin, but she had spread it already. A passing team of adventurers found out and fought her while a bunny alchemist priestess worked on a cure. In the end they couldn't cure it but they changed it's nature. Three quarters of the next generation would be born retarded and the story ended in a grim note with the elder bunnies planning on saving the one quarter by migrating and leaving the retards behind to distract predators and slavers.
>>148796 Thamos is one of commander Dred’fal’s lieutenants, beware his deadly rocket launcher and suit of armor that is covered in tiny iron-man style missile pods
>>148802 I'm surpised you haven't noticed the lack of black smear half way over her face and waist eye bag's heart just above the bra upside down triangle on croptop her other eye brow