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Good day or night Friends. As always, let's talk about Drones, Worker Drones, Disassembly Drones, OC Drones, Canon Drones, anything related to Murder Drones and the Threads, since it's so much fun! I hope we have fun, but I don't need to hope that, we always have fun! The alluring Booru: https://dronebooru.co
>>15985 Wait, really? Well, I guess I can't blame you, I was there when it was created, so I knew the joke from the start, probably wouldn't get it since I called them "/ju/ /ju/"
>>15987 NTA I was also there, it’s funny because their first name was actually W (as in V and V together making one drone because they’re twins) but since there was already a W drone people scrambled and landed on U-U to keep the W joke alive (UU)
>U- has huge tits and no ass >-U has no tits and a dumptruck derriere >each is jealous of the other's assets >they know they're jealous of the other's assets >they try to rub it in each other's face by constantly teasing anon with their best feature
Cyn contaminates the water during the solver war with Cowvid in order to fuck with the last remaining humans >After drinking the contaminated Solver cowvid water, B(Bonnie) over the afternoon quickly felt the effects as her already big tits ballooned out even farther along with her gut by just a little bit. >J(Jane) drinking from her canteen heard the all too familiar sound of bellowing coming from Bs tent before begrudgingly walking over >”Jjjj I think I might need some help” B called out, a smug smile already forming as a yellowish liquid was already leaking out >”Jesus Christ B this is like the 3rd time!” J angrily replied “My hands are getting tired from all this” >”Cmon we both know it’s fun, just come over here and help me already soldier” B was already taking off her soaked and slightly ripped jacket “I want to see if you can fit your entire mouth or not” Solver is one sick pervert
>>15995 >Uzi starts to act more Oogi like over the show >Ultimate villain is just an Oogi dressed like Cyn who has no idea why it’s here and is feeding it’s very hungry (and large) Bugretta
>>16001 6 looks like hell Jane is probably so sad because beretta is the only person she can talk to and is so far away Anyways I’m choosing 1 that cop will protect me
>>16025 Good, wrapping my arms around Jane and making her feel wanted as her cold body gets warmed by my body heat and she calls me B under her breathe
>>16044 >Bounty hunter who tracks down drones Dont get me wrong, do what you want with your OCs, but wouldnt a Disassembly Drone make more sense for this concept. A cowboy outlaw DD
>In the timeline where Anon becomes U-U's FWB ("Fag" With Benefits) a peculiar thing occurs whenever sexytime comes around >The U's will typically end up with (temporarily) polarized sexual dispositions, rendering one U as a 'Top' while leaving the other U to act as a 'Bottom' >This dynamic leads to all sorts of 'interesting', diverse & otherwise memorable sexual escapades playing out
>Sometimes this plays out with Sub!U giving Anon the sloppiest of succ while Dom!U smothers his face with her own adapter >Other times it plays out with Anon breeding each & every one of Sub!U's holes all while Dom!U commands/encourages the action from the sideline >On occasions where U-U is REALLY down bad, Dom!U will simply ride Anon cowgirl style whilst Sub!U works her mouth & tongue juggling his testicles
>By the time everyone involved is properly tuckered out the U's are both equally clung tightly to Anon in blissful afterglow, equalizing out into their 'normal' bratty selves in short order
>>16045 True, but, I envisioned this OC to primarily exist in some pre-plot AU.
One where private human owners of Workers or even larger companies who employ them might want a skilled tracker and retriever who can bring their drone back in one solid piece.
They would indeed be heavily displaced in the actual main Copper 9 plot though. Maybe that could play into their character? The Bounty Hunter having only hunted and brought drones back to what is likely the same abuse they ran away from only for the Bounty Hunter to be surrounded by nothing but drones, forced to live with the guilt of having made his paychecks off furthering their suffering, even if indirectly.
Or maybe I'm just going on a bit of a schizoid tangential rant and there isn't as much potential for complexity as I thought. Either way, I must vomit out more writing and greentexts. Such is my way.
>take my bugretta from her shoebox bed for some social time >she feels heavier than usual, I give her head a rub and call her a good girl, praising her for eating all her food >put her on the couch in front of the tv and turn on Deep Space 9 >I grab some of the more well-behaved oogis from her hive (I paint them with numbers to keep track), and scatter them on the couch >the waste no time in rubbing bugretta with their limbs, patting her and calling her 'good boog', and wiping their scent on her >I sit beside her and rub her back just the way she likes >she starts purring, her body rumbling as she enjoys the pampering >say nothing as the episode plays out, just keep petting her >from prior experience, I know she'll give me honey soon >I throw some bread in the toaster I keep beside the couch for just these occasions, bugretta sniffs the air and wiggles as the smell of bread-turned-toast fills the room >the climax of the episode is approaching- that means it's honey spewing time soon >I lower my toast in front of her mouth, ready to spread her delicious golden honey on my breakfast >suddenly, bugretta sprouts two arms and grabs my toast >"Thanks, dude," she says as she takes a bite of my food >my face turns beet red as I realize I've been tricked again- this isn't the first time Beretta's pretended to be my precious bug >the oogis are similarly shocked and start attacking the pretender, their limbs bouncing harmlessly against Beretta's metal frame >I pick up Beretta by the scruff of her hoodie and throw her from the window into the herb garden outside >"Same time tomorrow?" she asks >I slam the window shut in her face >the lengths some drones will go to get some parental affection, ridiculous >the oogis and I search the house high and low to find where the fiend placed our bugretta >I find her in the dark cupboard licking at a now-empty butter dish, her beady eyes blinking at the intrusion of light >I place bugretta back in her hive, much to the relief of her oogis >despite my better judgement, I give the oogis a loaded revolver >oogis have an disturbingly innate ability to operate human-sized firearms as crew-served weapons >I tell them they know what to do if that Beretta ever shows up again
>>16078 >Beretta gets shot six times by the Oogi artillery squad >She requires organic material to repair herself >You wake up in the middle of the night and catch her cooking hot dogs on your stove
>>16080 >Beretta requires genetic material to regenerate You know something, this has potential for some good body horror. Imagine if Beretta's screen popped off and underneath it was a mass of eyes
>>16083 (me) What if her regen was somewhat uncontrollable? What if it was just masses of flesh that regrew forcing Beretta to chop it off and replace with the proper Drone parts? Like a weird crab shell of some sort? What if her teeth weren't made of metal like the other Drones but actual enamel
Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God Or are you really here to cast me off? Or maybe just to turn me on 'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man Or maybe make a good girl bad
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I've got a river running right into you I've got a blood trail, red in the blue Something you say or something you do The taste of the divine You've got my body, flesh, and bone The sky above, the Earth below Nothing to say and nowhere to go The taste of the divine
>It's been 5 minutes since you arrived at the regent Lady Cyn's fortress and Dame Louisa is already abusing the golem maids and butlers in the feasting room. >Why couldn't the King send her daughter instead with you? She might have been small of body but you didn't need protecting. >You were only a messenger but still by all means a trained man-at-arms. >A golem butler clad in defusing armors enters the room. >He walks right towards you. >You take quick sips from the nanite wine you hadn't touched since you were too busy quibbling over Louisa's antics on the other side of the table. >"We're ready for negotiations," says the golem. >"W-With who?" You ask, breaking from your distractedness as you set your cup down. >"Ser Ned." >You sit up from your chair in sheer shock and surprise. >"Champion N is here!?" >The door to your right opens. >"He is," a surprisingly gentle voice says. >You turn and see a golem with yellow eyes and silvery white hair. >"Sit, please. You must've had quite the journey here. Rest now. These halls and their servants are just as much yours as they are Lady Cyn's for the evening," N says. >You sit back down, embarrassed not only by your outburst but the fact you called the Champion by his nickname---the one Louisa and Lady Tessa called him by after first hearing of his deeds. >N sits opposite of you. >You look to your left. Louisa is still arguing with a servant about the two of you staying there for the night in the most luxurious rooms they have to offer. >"Forgive her ill manners," you say to the Champion sitting across you. >"Oh?" N chuckles. "There's no need. She's right, you know. That message one of your squires gave us *was* pretty. . . let's just say complex." >You're surprised the Champion speaks so relaxedly. It's like you're old friends and not professionals dealing in ending a potential war before it begins. >"So it catches your eye?" >"It does!" N says excitedly. >He clears his throat. >"It does," he says, trying to put on a more serious voice. >"Splendid! Is the time ripe for discussion then?" >"It would be, but the trip here must've been real long, right?" He's talking relaxedly again. You have no idea if he's trying to get your guard down or what, but it soothes you nonetheless. >You nod. >"Very long. Very, *very* long. I could use a massage and some more of this stuff if you have it," you say as you raise your cup and wink at the Champion. >He looks almost giddy to be getting along nicely with you, wearing a chipper smile and an enthusiastic face. >"Why not have them then?" >"What?" You asked, confused. >"You can't talk your best if you're tired. You should rest in the first real room you've had since you embarked. Oh, and. . . servants to bring you your wine and that tender care you wanted can be arranged too." >You've traveled far across the lands in service to your kingdom's peoples, yet, never in your days had you ever gotten royal treatment from *golems* of all people. >"Th-Thank you, but---" >"Great!" N's already standing up, and, something commands you to stand too. Even Louisa's at attention. "Follow me, friend."
1/?
I have no idea why I made this but I feel very happy.
>>16088 Kept trying to make this short and failing. >It happened again >Something about the universe hated Worker Drones, and horrific accidents plagued the outpost even without any major threats >Beretta was not recovering gracefully from her latest injury >Despite having so many eyes, she couldn't see a thing, and she kept choking out viscera >It was usually more benign- you remember the time she came back mostly alright, save for a pair of cute moth antennae, and how you wished it happened that way every time >You take her hand and whisper reassurance as you lead her to the bathroom and let her rest in the bathtub >She recoils as she hears the sound of the electric butcher saw revving up >"It always hurts so much..." Beretta says through mouthfuls of blood, "Give me a moment to prepare." >Your hand holds hers again, and she clenches it tightly before nodding for you to begin your work >No amount of preparation makes the severing of countless nerves easier on the both of you, and you can only be glad this room is soundproofed >Once you're finished and have replaced her parts with the proper ones, the two of you are coated in gore, and you're holding the poor drone as she cries >After some time, she's calmed down to sniffles and sobs, and you let her rest as you shovel the "waste" into bags and start washing the two of you off >The two of you get dressed in clean clothes after the least enticing couple's shower ever, and you lay on the couch for tonight, unable to bring yourself to look at Beretta >She walks over to your side anyway >"...Thank you. I know how hard it is for both of us, but you're the only one I can trust to help me." >You look at Beretta, the most important person in your life, giving you a weak smile, and the facade you so carefully built up breaks >Now it's her turn to hold you as you cry >You shouldn't have to hurt a loved one like this...
>>16100 Reach that level of imaginative delusion where you can feel his hands gently caressing your back. It won't fill the void, it might actually increase it, but it feels nice to be able to lean back and vividly imagine cuddling a drone.
>>16104 I feed the Worker Drone metal shavings in a diesel reduction (their equivalent to spaghetti), wait until they're full and asleep, and then use them as the meal for the Murder Drone.
>Fun Late Night OC Facts: Henry is often the victim of mistaken identity, with some Drones hearing the name and immediately assuming him to be some sort of scientific butcher. This often results in eggs being thrown
To be honest, I wonder what Liam Vickers would think seeing these threads, or how he'd react to all the greens we've written and the art that's been made.
Got a little inspired by the medieval/fantasy drone posting and whipped this up real quick
>You push through the unwashed crowd. Your pack weighing heavily on your back >After 6 full days of travel you had finally arrived in the capital, and it was about what you expected >Massive hordes of people shuffling through the cobble paved streets. Shopkeeps hawking their wares to any passerby’s. Tired looking guards only keeping a loose lookout for any would be criminals >There were even a group of dwarves, or “drones” as they preferred to be called >Their short stature made would normally make them hard to spot through the masses. But their large glowing eyes and gleaming metal skin made drew a lot of attention >Strange creatures they were. But it wasn’t good to underestimate them. Their small size packed some truly incredible strength, to say nothing of the quality of their armaments >Not knowing much about the capital and looking for a place to rest. You decide to trail the small group of dwarves >It’s likely that they were heading to one of the famed taverns that specialized in serving both dwarves and humans >The crowed also seemed to naturally part around the group, so staying close behind them made it much easier to move through the packed streets >Sure enough, your guess was right on the money. After a couple minutes of trailing them, you end up at a massive tavern that dwarfs the nearby buildings >”The Cask and Crude tavern” >Stepping inside, the place was massive. Both dwarves and humans filling the place >The air was thick with the smell of both ale and that black sludge called oil, the dwarven drink of choice >You grab a seat at one of the few empty tables and order a pint >While you wait, you notice an old rugged looking man hobbling around the place >He goes from table to table, presumably pestering them based on how they all shove him away >Eventually he arrives at your table, grinning at you with his few remaining teeth >”Care to hear some tales from the old world, lad? It’ll only a cost ye a copper!” >A beggar, great >You go to shoo him away like many a table before, but as you look over him, you notice a peculiar item hidden beneath his ragged clothes >A metallic locket, emblazoned with three red letters “JCJ”, the final J stretching underneath the first >Only place he could’ve found that was in ancient ruins >Seems like he might know something after all >You toss him a copper and he seems elated, immediately starting up a long winded speech >”In ancient times, the world was ruled by JC-“ >”Yeah yeah, we’ve all heard the stories. What I’m interested in is where you got that artifact” You say, pointing at his locket >”Ah, so you’re more interested in plundering the artifacts of the ancients, than their history” He says, tapping his fingers against the locket >”This here was given to me by one of the dronefolk” >”A dwarf?” You ask >”Aie, but they prefer the term drone.” He corrects >”See I used to be an adventurer, or rather, a mercenary. Spent a lot of time around the dronefolk and their mountains.” >”If you think the castles of man are impressive, wait until you get a look at those underground drone fortresses, ‘outposts’ they call em.” He rambles >”Get to the point” You press >”I worked as a guard, for dronefolk caravans. Mostly doing trade between different dronefolk outposts” >”Pay was good. Food was shite, had to hunt some food for meself somedays.” He chuckles >”One day got a contract for some drone Thane. Convoy was massive and heavily armed. Thought it would be easy. No raiders would dare attack such a force” He continues >”But it weren’t raiders that found us. Nay, it was an elf.” >”Elves? You expect me to believe that nonsense?” You laugh >”They’re real laddy” He says, his eyes darkening >”It came at night. Looked just like a particularly bright star dancing through the night sky towards us” His tone deepens as he speak >”Then fire rained from the sky without warning. You ever see a dronefolk black powder bomb in action? It was like a hail of em, coming down on us from the heavens.” >”The drone Thane, the one I was supposed to protect, ended up losing both his legs as our carriage was blown to pieces by that elven magic” >”I myself lost an arm” He says, pushing aside his ragged cloak and revealing just a stump >”There was absolutely nothing we could do. So I did what mercenary’s do best; secured my own life, and my paycheck. Pulled that Thane and myself underneath the wreck of a carriage and hid till the carnage was over” >”After a while, the magic stopped. All that was left was a few bleeding dronefolk cryin’ for help in the black stained snow” >”But…” >He looks deep into your eyes with an almost maddening look on his face >”I managed to see it” He says >”the elf” >”It landed on the ground, just infront of the carriage me and the Thane were under” >”Big horrid wings, long claws, bright glowing yellow eyes” He mutters >He leans over to you, getting right up to your face >”Don’t say this to any dronefolk…” he whispers >”But that thing, the elf… it was a drone” >”looked just like em, only bigger, taller” >”I saw it feast on the bodies of the dead dronefolk. Could be that cannibalizing em gives them their powers” >”I’ll never forget the sight. I stayed there underneath that carriage, dead quiet, watching it eat until it finally left” >He backs away from your face and leans back in his chair >”After that… Dragged the Thane back to his outpost, got rewarded by his father. With this.” He says tapping the JCJ artifact “The ancient magic within can tell the time, perfectly” >”Decided to retire, not just because of the arm. I never want to go near those mountains again. I suggest the same to you. Things beyond comprehension still lurk this world, lad” >With his tale done, you exchange a few basic pleasantries before retiring to a room for the night >You don’t know if you believe everything of what he told you. But you figure that the world is a bigger place than you think
>sir, the MDtards are getting rowdy for their webshow finale >force Goose to draw the MCs and post it on xitter >on that note, has Liam been fed his grinded-up monster teeth extracted from women housed in insane asylums? >yes, sir >excellent
>>16001 > 0 natural order restored > 1 "it's right behind me, isn't it?" also sitting next to a cop no good > 2 Jane will probably pester you to be a relay to Beretta skeleTessa will chat your ear off > 3 hope... > 4 OH GOD OH FUCK, ONE SIDED CROSSFIRE and good luck using a phone or laptop btw, lemao > 5 closest you can be to Beretta but flanked by Y-Phi, which seems like trouble E will keep you company, wether you like it or not > 6 Wi-Fi again now with added Oogi behind you, which is probably going to be hell > 7 you can strongarm the Oogi to behave and chat with the (hopefully) nice old lady > 8 > Marcy and SD-L ENTER THE CUM ZONE > 9 we love Harper and you get to pet the cat
>>16067 > Uzi runs into Gordon > throws a box at him > gravitygun catch and launch it back > goes back and forth for a while > dog jumps between them and catches it
>>16071 Not really possessing but more over able to see what he can see and talk through his mouth if need be. But physical movement he's in control including his thoughts. Sorta like a shitty version of possession but instead john just have a dumbass goober spewing zoomer slang in his head
>>16140 I based it off a post in the previous thread which was talking about the Medieval AU just being a scenario where they lose all knowledge about tech and treat it as magic. With Drones being similar to dwarves and DD's being elves.
Kissing V, hugging V, handholding V, princess-carrying V, cuddling V, petting V's hair, loving V for life, marrying V, GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HER
>>16179 This actually works quite well with what I was thinking. Since the Chaos dwarves use a lot of orc slave labour. >>16181 Were talking Warhammer Fantasy Battle
>>16196 They're like the Brotherhood of Steel in Fallout, except actually medieval and not just LARPing. They hoard the secrets of lostech away in the few bunkers that survived the Solver War and subsequent collapse and regression of human civilization and are about half-way through the Canticle For Liebowitz thing.
>>16206 No because the reason they don't mass produce them is cause they want to maintain their power If every kingdom had a sci-fi level army then the Guild of JCJ would be less powerful
>>16213 I just think the thread is completely pointless. There's no discussion at all. It's basically just one guy scraping twitter and reddit for swap images. I'm pretty sure the reason it was created in the first place was that little drama about the "what if they were DD" guy.
>>16201 >They could produce the tech >They COULD if they wanted to >Totally >JCJ definitely didn't install multiple layers of absolutely toxic DRM into everything they produced that makes it nigh-on impossible to reproduce no matter the circumstances >That definitely didn't happen >They could build a whole fleet of advanced JCJ terraforming vessels tomorrow if they felt like doing it >They totally could >Trust me
>>16226 If we assume they are mostly based out of old JCJenson locations then yes they probably could Cause why would you make the DRM affect your own shit
>>16228 I really hate this interpretation of them. I see them more as like a magician/magic guild dedicated to the study of the ancient ruins. Who go on expeditions into old labs and R&D facilities and pay exorbitant prices for any recovered artifacts.
>>16205 >V puts on a show of being a sadistic monster in public >In private she uses Thad as a teddybear and treats him like a cherished lapdog because she's so starved for affection that she can't resist the opportunity that a captive receptor for her unspent love represents
>>16233 I thought the whole point of the AU is that most technical knowledge is lost and everyone has returned to tradition, thinking any tech is magic. JCJ is wiped out. All the JCJ facilities are ancient ruins of a bygone civilization. Or at least that's how I wrote it. I don't own the AU or anything.
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>>16233 They're the Comstar of the setting. They have all the last vestiges of advanced tech from the lost Golden Age and they keep a tight grip on it to ensure that no matter how the balance of power shifts between the larger factions, they still have upper hand in the end. THE BPL/TEX TALKS BATTLETECH COMMERCIAL COMPILATION (Vol.1)
>>16242 At minimum you'd have neo-luddites running around seeing as how super-sophisticated AI tech was the impetus for a cataclysm that wiped humanity's cradleworld and all of its colonies
World >Literally just Warhammer >Pre-collapse the entire planet was used for advanced R&D of all kinds >The north and south poles were home to the central Solver research facilities on the planet >The shit these facilities were studying is now loose in the poles >The poles are considered to be inhabited by demons >The only people who risk heading up there are those drawn by the potential legendary JCJ artifacts found up there, or crazed cultists
JCJ ruins >JCJ ruins are seen as the ruins of a powerful magical civilization >JCJ ruins are a gold mine of lostech, or magical artifacts as everyone refers to them >Artifacts vary in their power. Some people just get a digital watch, others might pick up a powerful weapon, experimental metamaterials, miniaturized factories or reactors, etc… >Ruins are extremely dangerous >Advanced security systems and multiple different flavors of Sentinels protect them >Sometimes filled with horrific Solver monstrosities JCJ was experimenting on >Opening up a closed off ruin can sometimes release something that was never meant to see the light of day, devastating the local area/faction >However every faction still studies and sends expeditions to them. A single powerful artifact can change the fate of an entire faction >Wars have been fought over who gets to claim a ruin >Nations have been destroyed due to the things found inside >There are many mercs and adventurers willing to dive into the ruins for the right price, not many return
Humans >Most populous race >Split into multiple different nations with different cultures >Obligatory frenchies that larp as Arthurian knights and shame other humans for using cowardly firearms >Obligatory northern human faction that lives close to the north pole, constantly dealing with raids from demons, as well as being subverted by cultists >Obligatory “main” human faction that is a jack of all trades with fertile and defensible land >Middle of the road tech wise >Good relations with the dwarves. Trades with them for more advanced weaponry and firearms/black powder
Drones/Dwarfs >Dwarf is actually a nickname given to them by humans >Live in the mountains, inside of bunkers/outposts >Generally good relations with humans, lots of trade going on between the two >Small but strong, excellent engineering skills >Higher level of technical knowledge than humans, but still very far from modern day >Produces high quality metalworks, armaments and black powder/basic firearms >Black powder and firearms are the number one thing traded to humans >They reproduce using an ancient JCJ drone manufacturer to produce new bodies/pills, which is somehow still functioning despite its age >This manufacturer is ancient magitech to the drones, they don’t truly understand how it works but they know enough to just keep it functioning, though with reduced performance >This manufacturer is the lifeline of their entire civilization. Everything in their power is spent to keep it fueled/running >Massive feud against the elves/DD’s
DD’s/Elves >Seen as ultimate magical beings by other races >Lots of humans don’t even think they’re real >Live on an island in the middle of the ocean, extremely rough seas make this island nigh impossible to reach without flight >Extremely haughty and think they’re better than everyone else >Rarely act together as a unified faction since their haughtiness extends to other members of their race >They primarily target the Worker drones, only occasionally targeting humans >Attacking fortified cities is risky, they prefer ambushes on caravans and adventurers >Low in number, have no method of reproduction >Every DD that gets its core destroyed can never be replaced
>>16131 >J0y takes over your screen, interrupting whatever you’re doing as Elf lets out a sigh of relief next to you. >”Well, I’m bored with the embodiment of misery sitting next to you, so I’ll be bothering you for the trip. And if you don’t know what I am, don’t worry, I’m changing that real quick. I know you probably had something serious being worked on, but now your task is to not bore me lest you want all your files destroyed. No pressure, dear User.”
>Anon and the clone are busy trying to change a lightbulb in a ceiling that's way too high >"Somehow" every ladder got misplaced, meaning it took more than one idiot to change a lightbulb >This leaves the superior U bored, giving her a prank idea and a way to kill time in one >Taking a massage wand out, she sets it to the highest setting and presses it against her clit, holding it steady as waves of pleasure hit her, biting her lip and grinning as she imagines what the inferior one's doing right now
>U is sitting on your shoulders, and drops the unscrewed lightbulb on your head, saying "catch!" a second after it hits you >You hand her the replacement and she gets to work, complaining that you're not standing still enough when you're doing your damnedest to keep her steady >Then she starts shaking, grabbing your head for balance >You feel something wet on the back of your neck >"What the fuck, U?!" you exclaim >"H-hey, it's not me, it's- she's- nnnh!" >U arches herself backward, sending the two of you floorward, the lightbulb landing somewhere on the floor as U spasms >You pull yourself away and look at the prone twin >Her legs are spread apart, she's panting, and the hatch on her crotch is open and leaking profusely >"Quit standing there, and... do something!" she begs >You have half a mind to go out and hit the other U with a brick, but right now you're more stressed than angry >You know what? Her hatch is open, you may as well >You kneel down in front of the bratty drone and undo your pants, placing your dick against the opening in her chassis >"Waitwaitwait don't, I- ngh, just do it! No, wait-" >Rather than wait for her to make her mind up, you grab her hips and push yourself inside >The sensation is unbelievable, her insides squeezing and milking you as you thrust >The sight of U twitching, moaning, and smacking her hips against you drives you wild >You pick up a frenzied pace, only interrupted by the door opening and the other U staggering in, fingering herself >"Stop it... the clone doesn't... deserve you," she gasps >"M-more! Harder! Let her ff-feel her inferiority!" >The U who started this grabs your arm, looking at you piteously, and you almost feel bad (almost) >But you only have one dick, so instead of changing course, you pull her close with said arm and kiss her >The one you're fucking sticks her tongue out and wiggles it in the air as the one you're kissing digs her fingers in deeper >With all inhibitions severed, you pull away to speak for a second >"You two are so cute, you know that? I love you both." >"C-come on, that's not fair!" >"Prove it! Give me your data!" >You resume kissing as your thrusts get uneven, driving your dick home deep inside of U, and finally you cum hard, filling the annoying disassembler as she spasms hard enough to smack her head against the floor >With her out of commission, you turn your attention fully to the one who started this mess, surpassing human limits to keep yourself going as you push her down >She smiles widely >"Ruin me, Anon." >You oblige, pounding her until both of them bootloop from pleasure
>With the last of your energy, you take U-U to bed, resting on either side of you >They come back online and smile as they trace a finger across their stomachs >"Mmm.. we got you, didn't we, Anon?" >"Yeah, look at everything we made you do... and say." >You pat both their heads, and they snuggle into your chest, each wrapping one arm around your back, their other hands clasping each other's around your chest >"I wasn't lying, I do love the both of you," you admit >"Oh yeah? If you love us so much, why don't you marry us?" >"Yeah, when's the wedding, loverboy?" >"Do it, faggot." >"No balls." >Your next financial goal is set
>>16265 Romance/sex seems to be the only thing that actually worries J0y. Given she finds humans interesting, she probably finds their ability to be aroused by an evil program both fascinating and terrifying.
That or the creator doesn't actually want you to fuck this specific character? That could be it too.
>“[relieved sigh] Good thing that the drones’ consciousness is stored in the core and-“ >“THEN THANK YOU FOR LEAVING YOUR CHEST COMPARMENT UNCOVERED TOO!!!”
Just throwing this in the sea of episode 8 predictions. J being this instrumental to the Solvers’defeat is definitely wishful thinking fueled by favoritism on my part, but them showing that J was the closest to Tessa back at the manor has got to lead to something right?
On a more serious note: what do you think of J’s dialogue? I doubted whether J exploiting the literal holes in the Cynwalker’s “defense” to kick her ass without harming “Tessa” would have been better as a show-don’t-tell moment but I ultimately decided to keep J’s lines to “tell” the audience because the art style limits to what extent you can “show” things. What do you think of it? Speaking of art style, I am starting to regret giving the Cynwalker a mouth, it just looks weird when having it emote.
Meanwile in the Solverhole: Uzi: “So we’re actually rooting for J now?” Nori: “Let’s be honest, we are rooting against the Solver”
>It is arguably the most excruciating flight you've ever had the displeasure of boarding >For some God-forsaken reason the inflight movies, AKA the one thing that makes these ultra-cheap interplanetary flights even remotely bearable, are being played from a single set of monitors hanging further down the cramped aisle >This is extremely problematic considering the drone in front of you (the very same one loudly debating incomprehensible 'Nerd Stuff' with the blonde passenger on her right) is wearing a hat tall enough to completely obscure the screen >Any hope of simply asking her to take off the hat are dashed when you witness a flight attendant asking that very same question being verbally chewed out in the angriest German accent you've ever heard >Without any books or electronic devices of your own to fall back on, your only option to pass time on this grueling 12-hour flight is to try socializing with the drones by your sides >The one on the left is an immediate bust, being far too busy creeping on the drone in front of you to engage in conversation >The one on the right is at least pleasant enough to hold a (mostly) awkward-free chat, although she is without a doubt the ditziest drone you've ever met
So, do you guys think that if there were more humans in the manor that actually cared for and were friendly to the drones (and Cyn herself) that the Solver would've considered not genociding the entire human race?
>>16295 >what would it's reasons be for keeping her? Likely the same as allowing N and co to keep their personalities: its own amusement. Maybe it thinks its funny to see Tessa falling into a despair death-spiral as she watches it consume the universe from inside a mental prison, Dreamcatcher-style. >How would it effect the story? Seeing as we currently have no evidence that the minds the Solver has stored as "backups" can break back into reality of their own accord, it wouldn't really, other than to add another layer of "good god, being dead would be a mercy here" horror to the universe.
>Be me, typical JCJ office worker >Get back home after a long day of work >Chill with a glass of liquor and a few cigs >Hear banging and scratching from the window >It's that annoying Disassembly Drone from the office >"Stop that, Anon! You shouldn't be relaxing with these harmful substances! You should be cuddling with a drone instead!" >Ignore the drone, it's not like I have much of a choice >After a few moments, the frequency of the banging of the window increases >Turn my head to see several drones, Workers and Disassemblers alike, banging on my window >"YOU DON'T NEED ALCOHOL! YOU NEED TO GIVE UPPIES TO DRONES! THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED!" >They all yell stuff like this in desperation, some of them are tearing up >By the blueberry ballsack of the Solver, they're annoying >Shut the curtains and go back to relaxing,, pretend that nothing's happening >I can hear several drones crying What the fuck was JCJ thinking when they made these toasters? Can't I just relax on a Friday afternoon like a normal person?
Could something like 'trading' a green for a drawing or vice-versa work out? I know wanting to do something is most important for its quality, but, maybe if it's on a small enough scale?
Greens are nice, especially when well-written, but I don't think I've been in a single community where the writing was seen nearly as desirable as the art.
I hate how Murder Drones doesn't get any neat or fun Creepypasta's, I found another one and it was obviously written by someone underage and quite literally ended with (WIP)
>>16325 It would be hard to make a Creepypasta of something that already seems like one. Think about it, Murder Drones was originally supposed to be a Slice Of Life show, what we're seeing is the "Dark and fucked up" version
>>16271 Fringe theory: J knows perfectly well that's not Tessa in the suit, but J was always about sucking up to whatever was above her in the hierarchy rather than personal loyalty. The moments of J looking sad/confused at Tessa are because J worried she'd be punished/demoted, not actual concern. >got to lead to something, right? I would've/have used that sort of argument for Doll, but they ultimately did nothing with her. They're setting up a B-plot with J, which will have to tie in to the ultimate ending somehow, but her role in that could be literally anything. Then this isn't really a character-centric show, so while Episode 5 fleshed J out a lot, that doesn't inherently say anything about her future conduct. >what do you think of J’s dialogue? Good. She likes to monologue, and seems to be the arrogant sort that would rub in the opponent's mistakes during a fight.
>>16307 >Probably Good enough >>16308 I'd draw for a green >>16312 >>16315 I can't write anything, do not jnderestimate the value your work ca Has. I mean in the end it depends on specifics, but I've mostly drawn about greens, least 30% of my things were about them. Writing may seem easy but I just can't, so seeing certain things can really make my day, even if it's just 20 arrows long or so
>>16287 Solver stuff predates Cyn getting tossed in the rubbish heap, meaning its desired to [null] isn't really related to that. Though if I were writing, I would've made the entire family robot-rights supporters just for the lolz.
>>16332 Glad to hear, also if you are smileanon, I read the greentext with SD-CH (not sure about the name) who took the thief hostage and taufgt him about conchefumare or what it was again, it was special and a nice read, I didn't give a reply back then but just so you know it was read and liked
>Be Jack. >Be veteran of the very short war humanity waged against the Solver. >Be afflicted by Magical Solver Leprosy after you inhale spores the Solver manifested above the battlefield you and your comrades were stationed at. >Miraculously, you survive. >Breathing becomes more difficult as time passes and your limbs gradually weaken. >Receive surgery from a fled war doctor using the components of fallen drones. >Your heart is a drone's personality core, only, connected to your alloyed veins to pump your vile blood through your body. >Your lungs have been replaced by the respiratory coolant systems from a Worker. They allow you to automatically filter out the air for any impurities. >Your destroyed muscles are replaced by artificial tendons and your bones have been replaced by the reshapen and surgically implanted artificial skeleton of another drone. >Your face muscles were destroyed in the initial blast that scattered the spores. >You wear the faceplate and visor of a drone neurologically connected to your brain to allow you to use it to see through it since your eyes have long-failed you. >Eight days and nine nights after the procedure, you recover enough only to find that your doctor friend had brought you to one of the last functioning JcJenson space stations in your region. >You know what must be done. >You understand that adversity and existence are one in the same. >You take a ship to Copper 9, and with you, a weakened version of the anti-Solver patch that was originally being developed on Earth. >Arrive on Copper 9. >Think you're going to have to one-man-army an entire colony of drones you land next to. >You get greeted with open arms. >They think you're very committed to the larp. >They think you're the 31st century descendant of Baldwin the Great.
There could be a green that uses the, "Yandere drone stalks human crush," idea.
Only, instead of it becoming pornographic, it becomes a genuine psychological horror as the drone does everything in their power to enfeeble the human, make them more docile, and make them more dependent on them in order to win them over.
Only for the drone to eventually discard the human once they realize they no longer pique their interest.
I think obsession and abandonment might be very jarring to write together but could make for something pretty harrowing.
>>16306 IIRC this has actually happened at least once before many months ago. I think it was phoenixanon who made a drawing of an OC named Cynthia in exchange for a greentext
>>16357 You will join the mile-high club with L. You will get a handjob underneath a blanket. It will be obvious to everyone on board. Elf will see the whole thing.
>>16385 I really like them, that is why I write those the most, I really like human x Drone sweet romance, mostly cute, my first ever green was about that. I should write more about that topic.
>>16393 I think the series ends pretty quickly since she might just lose to Doll.
Doll probably knows how to keep her down too if she's aware of the semi-immortality Solver users have.
N probably doesn't get his character development and forever lives as a shadow of himself. Maybe he takes up V's offer to leave behind everything and just hunt Workers to sustain themselves? I imagine that V, being as nice and kindhearted as she is, still would be completely neglectful to N.
Actually, that makes me want to write a green about that AU where N slowly gets more and more done with V's shit until V realizes how much she's hurt him lol.
>>16395(me) >9 >Back(?) corner seat >Next to S and Harper (with Marcy, L & Oogi close by) I am very happy with this seating arrangement; This 12 hour flight is gonna be great! So long as L keeps it together, Marcy's Solver Stuff doesn't flare up & S refrains from eating Oogi
>>16404 >The Oogis are trying to find a new place to settle, they don't have a Bugretta since they're a fresh Hive that just spawned in the airport >They occasionally leave the seat to eat any dropped skittles or spilled abble juice
>>16409 Here's a few >U-U secretly resents the fact that they're not sitting next to each-other, leading to them spending the entire flight actively tormenting '0' >Y & Beretta spend the flight talking about Nerd Stuff >Anon!Drone spends the entire time worrying about being busted for trafficking several dozen kilograms of Schedule I drugs
>>16414 NTA but it doesn't necessarily matter if they respect her or not. Being a Sentinel Drone means she can presumably incapacitate the DD's with relative ease should they get rowdy
>>16416 If only she had some sort of option that would painlessly and effortlessly incapacitate a disassembly drone without any risk of collateral damage.
>>16420 So long as the cockpit has a door separating it from the cabin (I haven't been in a plane that didn't have this), the light should be completely contained.
>>16428 I love helltaker, very good game, and also very good art Friend! Y looks nice in this. I want to point out something, the teeth look a little weird, outside of that, looks good! By the way, Beelzebub in her "human" form is the best girl, I will not take another answer.
>>16431 The first option would make her misunderstand you as offering to Gamemaster for her, much like the Helltaker was misunderstood by Malina. Yvvone has never had the chance to ever be a player in a TTRPG
>>16450 >Bitchy exterior, several layers of bitch past that before you get to anything remotely pleasant >Bratty masochist, wants to drive you to your breaking point so that you'll break her, physically, she wants to be hurt Yeah, the closest is U-U and she's already taken the Cerberus slot.
Do we really have two avenues for regeneration and no masochists? I must be forgetting someone.
>>16457 "Harper will bootloop rowdy drones" isn't really wanking Sentinel Drones. That's like, the absolute most mundane thing SDs have, being "Sentinels, but Drones". It's not like someone said "If one of the DDs acted up Harper would just use her Summoned Swords to beat them up" or anything.
>>16465 Seems to be a fairly kindhearted Sentinel Drone.
From the greens I've read about her (and the only big green story I've seen her in), she's also very caring about friends and comrades, having gone out of her way to comfort and mentally bolster an anti-social Worker Drone who is about to be transformed into a Sentinel Drone.
>>16465 >The Sentinel Drone deuteragonist of a story about DroneAnon getting set up for the SD conversion program >Anon's a fish out of water who has never actually lived his life, so she's his introduction to the simple things we take for granted, and most likely life during wartime >Cheerful and nice, this is who she is at heart, but she's also a high-spec warmachine who fights on the front lines of a losing battle against an undefeatable foe >War is hell, and Harper's not immune to trauma, but she fights it as best as she can by spending her time off-duty living life to the fullest Or so I understand.
>>16469 Had to look into it because it was a bit odd. >Sentinel frames are functional drones themselves, but they also have room to fit the original Worker body in >Harper's both of them at once, but during work she obviously doesn't need to be trying to operate two bodies at the same time, so WD!Harper fits into SD!Harper and everything links up nicely >Outside of that, the WD body's good to keep around for self-repair (or cleaning that one spot you can't really reach) >Harper prefers going full Sentinel, but it's there if she ever needs it
>You awaken. >Your memories are foggy. >Your body is sore. >It's cold. >You're inside a spire of some kind. >The smell of oil fills the air. >The lights of a drone's visor fills your vision. >You sit half up, reach for your belt, but you don't feel the handle of your knife there. >You look at the drone in front of you. >You've startled them by your sudden movements. >The drone is short in stature. She has grey hair and looks to be wearing an infantry style vest with the arms and insignia of its country unstitched from it. >"Can you understand me?" She asks.