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Friends, here we are in a new Thread. Somebody asked me about getting some Drones. That take a lot of work, I want you to think about thinking smarter, not harder. You can take a sign saying "free hugs" or "free human". The formidable Booru: https://dronebooru.co The modernized wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The educational OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>160435
Repostan I've had an idea for a planet/system for a while >The Silver system >Primarily a mining system due to abundant precious metals, mostly silver >Almost all of the planets are uninhabitable for human life with the exception of Silver-3 >Even then most of Silver-3 is best described as a backwater shithole no one in their right mind would want to live >Silver-3 is a tidally locked planet, the sun facing side is a sun baked hellscape that even with terraforming would be unbearable to live in, save for any underground bunkers >The sunless side is a massive frozen wasteland with temperatures reaching -200°F in some areas >The in between of these two regions is capable of sustaining human life and has been jokingly called "The Twilight Zone" by the few people living there >The planet has a sparse population, barely above two hundred thousand humans >After the fall of humanity the drones started to expand into the less hellish regions of the two sides of the planet >Drones on the sunny side mostly live underground to stay out of the heat, which even they can't stand for too long, and enjoy chilled oil after a hard days work >Drones on the cold side don't tend to work all that much, spending most of their time relaxing and playing in their own winter wonderland >Until the murder drones came >The tundra inhabiting drones were slaughtered to the last >The ones on the desert side in their bunkers are safe and occasionally give chilled oil go the murder drones >Less friendly offering and more "I will pay you $100 to fuck off"
>molly no doubt accidentally awakened countless young boys to the allure of clown women >now decades later, after the war, she's unwittingly awakening them to the allure of both female clowns and women in uniform. >molly never expected she'd receive fanmail again, let alone valentine's cards– >so when she found a variety of pink and red envelopes on her desk that morning, it came as a pleasant surprise >even though it was only puppy love, it warmed her heart >she made sure to give each a thoughtful reply, and let them down gently
>>161365 Jane is sad and alone watching her friend Bonnie date more attractive women who wouldn't kill her to save their own hides. Abby is getting brunch with the IRS drones who are trying to give her dating advice and hook her up with guys they know
>Be Anon >Running super illegal Boogi honey farm >OOI (office of Oogi investigation) Agent comes by, confident girl and smart as a whip, starting to get close to figuring out your operation >Offer her some Boogi honey, she doesnt know it but its not the normal processed kind of Boogi honey >She Chokes, She changes, and now you have another Boogi to add to your farm >Hopefully nobody will care enough to check on her
>>161359 Repostan now with fixed typo for Valentimes:
>J slammed into a cold metal floor. His round, fleshy "body" tried to roll, but was prevented by his detonator pins. >[Welcome back. To. The world of the people I haven't. Vored into my big. Gurgly belly. Yet. You big suck loser.] it told J as he stretched his little crab legs. Cold, cadaverous hands grabbed him before he could wipe any of its host body's saliva off. >Of course it does it with her hands. It always does it with her hands. Special for him. >Turning him around to face it, it roughly slammed him into the open chest of a fresh body, then shut it and left him to connect his frayed cables and wires to their proper places. Before long, his view shifted from inside his new body's chest to the inside of a JCJensen shuttle, and the expanded sight picture and additional data of the primary optics band was added to the view from his visor. >"Did not expect a clean interior this time, boss," J remarked as he looked around. No eyes, no flagella, no human body parts, no biomechanical crap, no eldritch meat at all. The only signs anything was amiss were the sigils it had carved into the pilot's console. >That and the pilot chair's occupant. >[Your fat. And adopted core. Weakened me. I could not. Reconstruct you. In the face of N and his. Disgusted grimace. "Special somepony."] >Not even gonna ask, J thought. >[I am extremely. Peeved off right now. And you are going to suffer. Until I feel better.] it said. A leer spread across its stolen face. J instinctively considered running, but then he remembered there's nowhere to run to even if it were possible to outrun the boss. >[N is my greatest "wuv." He is so pure. So innocent. I am enamored with how. Disgusting. He is.] >"Yeah, I kinda figured something like that was what you saw in him," J nervously chuckled. >[And it is so funny to see him flail. And panic. Once he thinks about his actions. He is such a silly dog. And a very good dog. Who listens to his owner.] >[Sliiiide.] it said as it slid out of the pilot's chair, before its feet touched the floor and it stood straight up in a manner reminiscent of the inflatable tube men J remembered seeing a couple times at Movie Nights. [But you. You are my. Second. Favoritest. "Special fella."] it said as it advanced on him. It smiled the most disgusting smile J had ever seen, and it faced some pretty stiff competition for that. >"I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking of doing next... C-could you do something else? Surprise me?" J stammered, the organic lining of his throat suddenly feeling extremely dry. "Something new this time? >"J, you silly goose, it's not every day we have a romantic holiday in some beautiful place!" it said in Tessa's voice. Like a switch was flicked, it stopped jerking itself around and started moving like a person. >And there it was. Of course it was gonna do this again. It loves how much this hurts him. >Its hand-no, Tessa's hand-slammed into the wall behind him, cutting off any illusion of escape. "Gosh, how many years has it been, Jaybird? This is our fortieth anniversary, isn't it?" J gagged a little at the attempt at a soft, loving expression it was making, and tried to look through it. >"Okay, great impression, like usual...!" J said as he tried not to scream. "Those are her mannerisms...!" >It held him by the back of his neck with Tessa's other hand. Gently. He felt Cyn's hand hang limp as it brushed him. "J, remember what you said to me at the gala?" J's eyes went hollow. "You weren't sure if we were gonna make it, and there was something you wanted to get off your chest... What was it again?" >It wasn't gonna let him go until he gave it what it wanted. J took a deep breath. >"I told Tessa... I told Tessa I'd been in love with her since the day she dug me up. If we had the time... I would've told her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world..." J felt phantom tears run down his visor display. "I would've told her she deserved better than me... She deserved someone she could be with, who could make love with her, who could start a family with her... who could grow old with her... I would have told her I would be happy just being there for her, and her children, and her children's children, and...!" J started focusing on it again. "Is that what you wanted to hear?!" he sobbed. >It removed Tessa's hand from the wall and started to stroke his face with it, like a lover. Its expression grew more sickeningly Tessalike. "My brave little man..." >Of course it knew what she called him after his confession. >While holding him with both of Tessa's hands, it moved in and pressed Tessa's lips against his as it shoved Cyn's tongue down his throat, deeper and deeper and deeper. ... >J finished dissociating right as it let go of him, letting him fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes. [That was fun. I feel so much. Better.] it said as it made its way back to the pilot's chair. [I will be doing. The funny Tessa voice again. Once we get there.] >"Gee, thanks, boss..." >[You remember the deal. J. Once you are no longer needed. I will let you. And the others. And Tessa die. You can kiss her as much as you want then. Mr. Adopted Fatty.] it said as it returned to the course for Copper-9. >"Just a few more planets..." J muttered. >He closed his eyes, and imagined how awestruck Tessa would be by the frozen asbestos wasteland he was returning to. He could hear her gushing over the beauty of the toxic death storm and desolate, corpse-strewn cityscapes. >He could hear her joy at seeing how the drones developed a little society of their own. >"Just a few more..."
>It was Valentine's Day on Copper-9 >The couples from Uzi's remaining class all danced and laughed together. >But Uzi and N were the star couple of the Colony; everyone knew how much they loved each other. >Some gushed at them, while others looked away in jealousy. >During their whole date, Cyn watched curiously as N fussed over Uzi. >'Confusion I loved N too, he was my favorite puppet. Yet Uzi is not N's puppet, why does he love her?' Cyn thought >Could she love something that wasn't a puppet or food? >Cyn decided to go to her 'roommates' to ask about her new revelation >However, the drones she consumed were either barely sentient, still angry with her or just never loved anything in the first place. >So in the end, she went to the farthest area of her mind palace to find a human, one that definitely had answers. >Tessa James Elliot. >The girl had been with her the longest, watched every crime Cyn had committed and every life taken. >Helpless to do anything and tired of screaming, Tessa merely shut her eyes let herself fade into the background of the Absolute Solver. >"Wakey Wakey Tessa." Said Cyn prodding the girl. >Tessa's eyes slowly opened, and when she saw Cyn there, her once peaceful expression turned sour. >"What do ya want now?" Tessa said bitterly. >"Giggle. Don't be so grumpy, I merely have query on what other's call 'love'. How can someone love-" >"IT DOESN'T BLOODY EXIST!!" >Cyn blinked, actually taken back from Tessa's outburst. >"I LOVED THEM! MY PARENTS! N! J! V! I LOVED THOSE WANKERS WITH ALL MY HEART AND THEY COULDN"T GIVE A TOSS!" Tessa screamed. >"I WAS SUCH A FUCKWIT! FUCKWIT! THEY NEVER CARED!!" >Then the long dead girl sank to her knees and became to sob. >"You are upset. You feel discarded? I did not discarded you." Cyn reached out and started petting Tessa's hair. >"Piss off" Was her response. Yet Tessa didn't move away. >Cyn thought for a moment, then a idea popped in her head. >"Perhaps a little eating with me will soothe you." >Tessa signed. >"I have no choice, don't I?" >"Giggle. NOPE!"
>>161384 >MD didn't have a three hour long scene of J riding N's dong like the wild animal of a tsundere she is >Because Liam is a fucking pussy And people praise this as one of the best indie animated shows?
>"Okay, so before anything happens, you've got to know, my parents are a bit.....of freaks.", said Beretta to SD-P as they approached the Doorman residence >"Don't worry babe, I'm a bit of a freak myself.", snickered SD-P in reply >Before Beretta could respond the door slid open and in the doorway stood her father N >Both SD-P and N stared at eachother in complete silence, before simultaneously waving their arms at eachother in exact perfect movement >It was then that the two began to dance, the very same exact dance >They then tried to catch the other off-guard by jumping on one foot three times and then spinning rapidly like a ballerina on bathsalts >Somehow...they both accomplished this, which left Beretta stunned to say the least >Eventually the rapid spinning was put to a stop when Uzi entered the scene >"N! Stop playing with....", her eyes scanned P up and down >"Yourself?", Uzi muttered in awe, it was as if there was two N's dancing before her very eyes
>After that, the dinner was rather short, it basically equated to Uzi reminding SD-P that she was the new God and would destroy him if he ever had a singular nano-second of a thought of harming Beretta in any way >Later that evening, in the bakery, SD-P was focused on fulfilling orders for Valentines pastries only stopping when he felt the hands of a lover touch him from behind >Laughing the couple found themselves rolling over on the floor, flour was playfully tossed, dough was flung, and even a few jars were smashed >It was then that they stopped before the oven, it was reminiscent of two lovers laying by the fireplace >Pulling off P's clothes, the two shared deep and passionate kiss, pulling back slightly P spoke in a husky voice >"You love your daddy, don't you?" >Like the cracking of a wine-glass, the romance instantly died inside Beretta's head, she shoved P off of her, gagging violently >All she could think of was the disgusting revelation earlier that day >With that she left P alone in the kitchen, leaving him to wonder what he had done wrong
>>161390 (me) This was going to be out 2 days ago, but as I said back then, I was having trouble writing. Don't neglect writing other writefags or else you'll end up struggling to put out a pretty simple green like this one
>>161390 Aw, poor beretta... but this is funny P did fucked up, but how could we fix the situation where it doesn't feel like a clone of N? Or leave it like that for comedy purposes?
I do feel bad for beretta that she technically found a clone of her dad
>>161386 >Helpless to do anything and tired of screaming, Tessa merely shut her eyes let herself fade into the background of the Absolute Solver. fuck. poor girl.
I am an agent if the BNO agency (Boogi, Enns and Oogis) and we almost busted some sick fuck selling unprocessed Boogi honey at a farmers market Rather than letting himself get caught the coward downed an entire jar of the stuff Kept going on about "you can't stop it" and "the mother boogi will never be found!" The ehole time we could do nothing but watch as he changed into a boogi He was lucid the whole time up until the change was done, then he...it was just a normal boogi. The fucker had sold around a dozen jars of the stuff before we busted him. We don't know who bought them but please for the love of god, throw away your boogi honey!
>be me >go to cafe and order coffee from the same cute drone barista every week >apparently she's got a crush on me or something, judging how she acts all flustered when i come in >it's pretty cute >go in for my coffee today >she's there, says she put something special in it >wink wink >on the side of the cup it says "i put some of my slits sweet nectar in your latte" >wtf >when i pay for the drink, i see she also added an upcharge for it listing it as non-dairy creamer >double wtf
>You, U-, and -U are currently driving down a dusty country backroad in your beat up pickup truck. >U- leans out of the window of the truck, while -U is draped over the seat and onto the floor. >Neither is pleased. >“Ugh, why do we have to go over to this guy’s house again?” “Do we even KNOW him?” Ron helped us out last year, remember? When that cow had trouble calving? If he hadn’t been able to come over and guide us through the process, the little guy would’ve died. >“So?” You guys were crying a lot if I remember correctly, too. >“H-hey! Shut up!” “Yeah, of course we’d cry if a poor little baby cow died!” And it didn’t die, because of his help. So, I figured the least we could do is go pay him a visit and give our regards to him and his wife and a gift to celebrate their baby. >U-U groused, grumbling for a moment before finally muttering “Fine.” >“I guess it won’t hurt to go see dumb Farmer Ron and his dumb wife and his dumb baby.” That’s the spirit! …I’m trusting you two not to call any of them dumb, though. Alright? >You ruffle U-’s hair and she blushes slightly. The two finally seem to have conceded the social call fully, which is good because you’ve arrived.
>It goes well. Surprisingly so. You and Ron discuss the prospects to plant sorghum in the next year or two, while his wife sits next to him and cradles their new kid. >U-U is, shockingly enough, incredibly interested in the baby, asking Ron’s wife plenty of questions about how everything went. >Lots of quiet… whispering. It would’ve made you nervous normally, but the two were well-behaved. >As you’re driving back, they’re very quiet. Eventually, U-U breaks the silence. >“Did you see how happy she looked?” “Is it really that great to have a kid?” It’s pretty subjective but I guess it must be. >The two drones exchange a glance and seem to ponder for a minute. Ultimately, they say nothing, and the rest of the ride back home is silent.
>You lie in bed in your pajamas, idly leafing through a mystery novel. You aren’t quite reading it right now, though, because a more perplexing mystery plagues your mind. >U-U was oddly meek the entire day. Both sort of… avoided you? No pranks, no jests, no jabs. >It’s odd, normally they’d be in bed by now. >You’re just about to get up and investigate when the two appear in your doorway. >“Uh…” “Hey.” >Both drones are dressed in sheer nightgowns, but that isn’t the startling part. No, they’ve actually PULLED BACK THEIR BANGS. >This is a DEFCON 1 in your understanding of U-U’s body language. They’re almost as startled as you as you lunge over to them, grabbing a shoulder each and looking them over to make sure they’re okay. Is everything alright?! What’s going on?! Did… did you guys blow something up? I don’t care what it was as long as you’re fine, I’ll forgive you alright?! >“W-w-what?!” “Huh?!” >Both stammer for a second, eyes darting around as they regain their resolve. >“No, you clod! Get back in bed!” “Everything’s fine, sheesh!” >Confused, you return to sit down on the bed. U- sits to your left, -U to your right; both lean into your side. >“We… uh, we’ve been doing some thinking.” “About… the baby.” The baby? What about it? >They blush slightly but speak at the same time. >“We want one too.” I’m sorry, what. >“We want to have a kid! Kids!” “With you, knucklehead!” >Oh. But… what does that have to do with the hair? >They fiddle with the fabric of their respective nightgowns, even more embarrassed. >“We wanted to, uh…” “… look you in the eyes while we did it tonight.” “So we look at the guy we loved.” >They both squeak as you squee both of them into a hug. You two really are criminally cute sometimes. >They protest for a second before noticing. >“Oh wow.” “You’re ready to go.” >You flick the lights off while they both shiver in anticipation. You’re going to grant U-U’s wish that night.
I dont think anons properly understand how scary it would be to get turned into an oogi, there was a green once where someone had that happen and it was creepy. Wish I could find it but I think its been lost
Back in my day, Bugretta honey was a massive superfood that could potentially increase life-spans. Nowadays it's weird edgy transformation stuff, really shows how these threads evolve and change
Also there were like two versions. One with the evil bugretta and the one where some poor dude’s consciousness gotten placed inside a boogi and is living a nightmare vomiting up honey for oogis.
>>161442 not the second anon, but maybe i'm miserable because you niggas ain't posting cute drone romance and are just talking about bugs dude there's 364 other days to talk about bugs nigga, i'm begging for some valentines shi
>>161440 Valentines Day is over where I am. But I could use a palate cleanser from this Not!fetish honey talk.
>Find L >Take the L >Go back home with the L >Confess love to the L via heart cards and chocolate (oil bonbons. >L accepts the confession. >Kiss the L >Hug the L >Fuck the L >Enjoy Valentines Day together with L
Post-Good Ending character concept: >classmate of Beretta's and Mac's >succumbed to robo-SIDS as a pillbaby >came back as a zombie drone early in the funeral >is one of those rare zombie drones who came back infected with eldritch meat >like Mika and Jame before her: she has wings, her lower jaw (including her tongue) sloughed off, and her upper teeth turned into crocodile-like teeth >also has gross organic versions of disassembly drones' primary optics coming out of her head >has a tentacle of some description (mouth at the end like a xenomorph "tongue"? Covered in blades like a Plagas tentacle parasite? Armor plated for crushing impacts? Something else entirely?) squirreled away in her throat hole; it's not a tongue, she has no sense of taste in it >probably some other Resident Evil monster mutations (suggestions are open) >smart kid, but extremely sensitive about her face
>AM is helping N sort the library >Again >AM feels a tapping on his back >"Best friend AM!" It's Cyn >AM turns around to see Cyn hunched over as usual, however instead of adjusting or holding her head up with her hands she's holding something behind her back >AM looks her in her white optics "What are you hiding?" >"I made this for you Best Friend AM!" >She takes what she was hiding and gives it to AM >It's a red paper heart, withe the word Valentine scribbled on it >AM gbetly takes hold of it and flips it over >On the other side is a crude drawing of himself and Cyn holding hands with the words "BEST FRIENDS!!" written above it >And it's somehow better looking than what N draws >A smile comes to AMs face as he gives the hunched over form of Cyn a hug "Thank you Cyn." >Cyn hugs back >"You're welcome [Best Friend]" >When the hug ends Cyns optics have turned yellow
>It was February 14, Valentine's Day. >Although AM already knew that, he never lost his supercomputer knowledge. >It was a completely useless holiday in his opinion, a belief that only hardened after he was reincarnated as Worker Drone. >So he was a bit surprised to walk in on N; who had multiple brightly colored heart shaped paper on a table. >"Hey AM! Look what I made for you." N cheerfully said, handing the smaller drone a red card. >'Thank you for being my friend' was scribbled messily on, complete with some crude drawings of rainbows, hearts and figures of what AM assumed to be him and N, smiling. >AM was honestly not sure what to think. >On one hand, it looked like a five year old made it. >But on the other, N was clearly ecstatic and would be crushed if AM said what he truly thought. >"Thank you N. It's... awesome. I love it." >N squealed in joy, and scooped up AM in a bone-crushing hug. >"I knew you would love it!" N gushed. "Want to see all the cards I made? I made one for everyone we know!" >'Oh god' AM thought
>On Buddy’s and DDanni’s first Valentine’s Day together as a couple before molly joined the picture. It was fact that the two friends would clank each other like crazy once they decided to stop pussyfooting around the morality if this counted as gay. >However when it came to this Valentine’s Day, this wasn’t some hours long banging session. On this day, the duo had actually spent the time going out on a proper date across the town. >what was also special for this time was this is when DDanni would act more girly than her usual tomboy self. Even letting her hair down instead of it be tied up. >when all is said and done, they would finally go back to the apartment home and finally get to work in the sheets. This time more passionate than before.
>>161390 That night, back in the bunker… >Beretta was roused from sleep mode by a gentle nudging. >“Who…?” >She rubbed her visor and sat up, only to stare directly into the eyes of her mother’s tail. >“Auntie Cyn?” >“[Giggle] Hello, Dearest Niece. Did you have a pleasant day of affections [snicker]?” >Beretta’s frown spoke volumes. >“Maybe I’d have had a better Valentines if I didn’t find out my boyfriend is a clone of my DAD. Is everything in my life going to suck?” >“[Confused] What?” >“P? He’s apparently a one-for-one copy of my pops, except with different clothing and behavior – of course, you’d know that since you made remade him, wouldn’t you?” >“P is not Dearest Brother N [Declaratory Pause]. The two are not related in any way.” >Beretta scoffed. >“You’re kidding, right? You must have seen how the two greeted each other earlier today, you’re attached to my mom’s rear end after all.” >Wait, that reminded her. How did Cyn get in here anyway? >Beretta peeked over the edge of her bed. Cyn had apparently dragged a sleeping Uzi along behind her to pay her niece a visit. >Huh. >“[Frustration] Do not remind me of my circumstances. They are… temporary setbacks. And P is not N. [Patient tone] The dance is something all male disassembly drones do when meeting another for a social visit. They cannot help themselves. It means nothing more.” >“Why would they do that?” >“I thought it would be funny to embed in their coding. [Giggle] You should see the secrets I put in V and J’s code.” >She didn’t feel like she wanted to know what THAT meant. Still, it was a relief to know that dating P wouldn’t be some weird thing. >“Are you satisfied?” >“I… think so. Thanks, Auntie Cyn.” >“Of course, Dearest Niece. [Smooch]” >The tail darted forward to give her a peck on the chin before slithering back out the door, dragging the still comatose Uzi behind it. >Beretta laid back in her bed. Maybe she and P could celebrate Valentines... "properly," tomorrow.
>>161463 Nice green, Anon You also reminded me I need to write a green where they revisit all the stuff from the good old days before going to their old secret hideout in the woods and clanging
>>161464 >Pavo is out shopping and happens to pass by a display of valentine's cards >he's got an elaborate date prepared, of course– one he'd been planning for the better part of two months– >but maybe a corny card would make for a good chuckle. >his eyes scan over rows and rows of generic half-baked poetry and animal puns >he briefly considers a rather flashy peacock-themed card before another catches his eye– a card depicting a squirrel surrounded by peanuts partly covering a heart. >"Sorry about the mess" it reads, "but I'm just NUTS for you!" >Pavo snickers to himself, and places the card in his cart.
>>161473 >When he gets home, Techanon is still busy playing on some virtual life game, a bowl of half eaten spaghetti sitting next to him since this morning >Pavo ends up having Valentine's dinner alone because his man is too brainrotted right now, apparently >That's okay, Valentine's is just a day after all... but it still pisses Pavo off that Techanon has been more distant lately
>>161475 Oh, Techanon's game addiction doesn't preclude that, it just means that Pavo has to work a bit harder to get his attention (and pound a bit harder to keep it) Still, he needs to do something about that damn game
>>161470 >Cyn narrowly avoids a moral conundrum on the fly >She chuckles nervously to herself >”The dance is something all male disassembly drones do when meeting…Oh my Solver.” >Seriously? >She was going to have to do some serious mental measuring games with Beretta soon, if it was this possible for her to be this gullible. >no wonder she got swooned by this pimp! >Of course, P is a previous version of N who died in the war long before the current iteration came along >But he sure as hell wasn’t the N she knew >Shit, he must’ve regenerated and lost his memories or something, somehow to become the sad sack of shit he is today >Hell though, didn’t expect him to come back as a pimp/chef decades later to hook up with her niece >But then again she didn’t expect N to fall in love with Uzi, either >It’s his body, but it’s not him >Like DS-M wasn’t an N >Except he wasn’t N >It was complicated >Fuck it >They’re all robots, who cares?
>>161479 >Reminder that Bet has no marketable skills except poetry and raging against the machine (capitalism, not the Solver) and still managed to date, marry, and impregnate a highly successful showrunning producer and TV star through the power of cheesy pickup lines What's (you)r excuse, Anon?
>>161460 >>161462 >Cyn smiling at a random maid drone who was crushing on AM >[Giggle] [AM has only one special fella this year] [And that's not you!] [Silly] [I am going to eat you now!]
md rpg nonupdate update ya boi has passably created male and female dd templates for the overworld it took a shameful amount of time to do, but hopefully translating designs over will be easier now
>Tessa was being bullied. >AM could tell. It didn't take a genius to tell when she came home often with red puffy eyes and a sad demeanor. > She tried to hide it from them, her parents could care less about the torment their daughter went through. >It made AM furious; the indifference, the bullies and his helplessness. He hated it. >And one day, he witnessed it first hand. >They walking along the garden, Tessa had brought him along to show him the new fountain her parents had commissioned. >When a "Hey freak!" was yelled in the air by the children of her parent's associates. >At first Tessa tried to ignore them and their cruel jeers, grabbing AM's hand trying to walk away. >But those little bastards followed her to keep trying to get a reaction. >The insults became meaner. >They made jabs on Tessa's appearance, her love of worker drones and even started mocking AM. >'Tessa Elliot James, so weird, ugly and lame!' They chanted. >AM wanted nothing more than to tear into them, to rain absolute HELL on them. >But the first law of Asimov prevented him from even taking a nip of human flesh. >And when they were finally back inside Tessa's room, she broke down and began to softly cry. >It hurt him, seeing her like this and being completely unable to do anything. >Well almost anything. >A few days later, Louisa and James are visibly distraught, with Louisa loudly crying in the main hall. > Tessa comes in to give them the news. >"Mother says her friend and her twits got into a bad bingle on the road! She says someone cut their brakes!" Tessa exclaimed. >AM grinned.
>>161071 Ok I did it, at a decent hour noless. Plus an added SD-Y to facilitate the joke. props to you if you know what im referencing without looking at the filename at least.
>>161498 very observant! their heads are different shapes because i'll be covering them up with hair later and also i couldn't be arsed to fiddle with it anymore right now as for the hips, that's what we're here for right?
fun fact: Molly keeps bandaids and candies on her at all times in case a kid trips and gets hurt. she'll use some of her old routines to help them stop crying. for similar reasons, she keeps juice boxes in the police box's mini fridge
>>161477 >P twists and turns in his sleep >But he can not rest >Who was that he saw looking back at him? >It was Beretta's father. It was that Serial Designation N. >He was Serial Designation P. They were two different people, with no relation to be known. This he knew, this P knew for sure. >But it bothered him yet still >That he could not recall where he had come from, that the mind he knew was not his own >He lays sprawled on the ground, and closes his eyes. >... >"N. N! Stop bullshitting and watch our flank! Aargh-" >These humans were smart, and they did unexpected things sometimes, but that's what made the war so much fun! >"Haha, whoops, must've taken a railgun to the face! Sorry V!" >"God, dude, just get in the fight!" >"Okie doke!" >Man called them, 'sentinel drones', but to N, they were simply 'abominations'. Meager attempts by insects to emulate the intelligent design of the solver. >Within seconds, N had scrambled into the skies, shaking off the suppressing fire of the human guns. >"Haha, that tickles!" >It was those sentinels flying up in the sky that were the real danger, providing the support needed to take out disassembly drones. >But N wasn't any simple murder drone to be taken out. >He was...highly motivated! >N crossed the flank of the sentinel squad, but instead of waiting to fire at them, he'd drawn his sword at speed. >They didn't see him coming. >"SURPRISE!" >N slammed into the farthest sentinel at speed, shattering the fragile frame of the support sentinel like a kamikaze. They couldn't regenerate, but he could. The sentinel he'd struck had effectively been split in half, groaning in what could only be called pain, ready to fall to crash and burn. But N wasn't done with her just yet! >The sound of an explosion caused the other two scrambled to react to the sudden change in tactic, and prepped their weapons. They aimed towards the source, surely a raid on their flank...only to see their third squad member alone. There wasn't an enemy to track. >And that was their folly. >"Thanks for letting me borrow your body, haha!" a scream is heard in the sky. >The sentinel is caught by surprise as the mangled body of his comrade is flung at him at atmospheric reentry speeds. The murder drone had cleverly used the corpse as radar signature camouflage...but it was long since too late. >But the final sentinel didn't quite catch it either, that being the bait and switch. Within seconds, her squad had been slaughtered, she had to fight! They were under atta-" >"Hey, you don't happen to have worked at the Elliot mansion, right? You remind me of somebody I know!" >N stands above the final sentinel, her sonic energy gun, used to take other murder drones out with such effect unable to even be drawn. >She was paralyzed with fear. Who was this murder drone? Head quarters needed to be warned, this was- >"Biscuits, I thought you would've known! Nevermind! Hibachi...or is it Tamagotchi? How ever you say goodbye in Chinese!" >And thus another was cut down. >"Sheesh, I really do hate cheap knockoffs. I wish humans would just be normal, like, just face your extinction already!" N said cheerfully. >War was fun, and N liked fun. He liked doing anything! >And he was good at it, too. It's just how he was. >... >"Jeez, N, where did you go! You left us to fight these humans down here to do what, exactly?" V said, scolding N. >"Eh, just some personal stuff. You know me." >"Sheesh, yes I do N. Sometimes you embarrass me." >"Haha, you're such a good FRIEND, V!" >"HEY! What are you two losers doing? Boss wants us to take out this last human bastion in the city!" J said suddenly. >"How many of them are left? Geez, J, we've been killing for days!" V said. >"Eh, it's just a few hundred dudes holed up in a power plant. They don't come outside much, except for these two women who head out to make out every few hours...yeah. Boss thinks it shouldn't be super hard, so let's go and get this over with." >V grumbled. But N was ecstatic. "Oh boy, off to another adventure!" He said excitedly.
>>161515 I’m sorry, anon… You’re gonna want to sit down for this… There was a Femanon at the same supermarket. In sending him to go get milk, you unknowingly sentenced him to and BE milked. We cannot determine his location at this time, but it’s likely to be subterranean and full of questionable equipment.
>>161516 >>He was...highly motivated! Time to funpost! >Somewhere on the battlefield >SD-V-3RG1L smiles as he feels someone else getting motivated, almost as motivated as himself
>>161516 P doesn't have time for odd memories that aren't his own of a war he doesn't think he even fought in, he's a highly motivated baker for crying out loud
>>161506 I wrote a few but the bulk of who she is will be in the fic I'm writing >https://archiveofourown.org/works/50076205/chapters/126451171 I'm still writing the first chapter of the post-timeskip arc which she features heavily in. Excerpt: >After an uncomfortable hour spent with the rest of her family trying to figure out her homework, Akita retired to her room. With a limited number of rooms, having both children get their own rooms meant a new one was cannibalized from the living room. The whole family pitched in to build it and grandpa was more than happy to provide a door for it. Mom’s welding work held it all in place really well, and the makeshift room felt anything but. A bed was situated in one corner with a small table with a lamp next to it, the bedsheets had a cartoon dinosaur theme. The metal walls were covered in posters of various things with smaller Polaroid photos between them. A mirror was in a corner of the room turned to face the wall. Her desk was covered in cutesy figurines with a few odd picks among them, namely the set of realistic plastic dinosaurs. >She set her homework down on her desk and sat down on her bed. With her tail swiped to the side, it was time to take off her backpack from her back. Carefully, her back arched forwards as she worked off her backpack’s straps from her shoulders. The unique cut of the bag made it take effort to get on and off as it took careful work to get her wings through the slits cut into the bag. As the bag slipped off, her tiny wings emerged. She frowned. Mom and dad can stow away their wings no problem, why couldn’t she? >Her tail flicked in irritation. >Sighing, she flopped over on the bed before then rolling over onto her back carefully. Posters and photos stared back at her. Photos of friends, family. Taped drawings covered her face, a doodled drone face replacing it. A groan. She took the wolf plush on her bed and curled around it. >Looking back at her homework, she was filled with shame. School had been such a challenge over the years. She’d been refused enrollment for a few years until grandpa finally convinced the principal to let her in. In that time, their family friends had their daughter, Angela, enrolled the year Akita was supposed to be. They had copied any homework Angela was given and handed it off to Akita’s parents so that Akita wouldn’t fall behind on education. It had helped, but the attempted homeschooling still meant she and her parents didn’t quite understand what her peers were learning. >Didn’t help much with socializing either… >The day she finally went into class was one she’d never forget. A bright-eyed, younger Akita with her tail wagging uncontrollably as she was brought to school with her brother and the kids of their family friends. Colt stuck by her side closely after dad told him to, while the other siblings Chloe and Angela hung around and talked with them and their other friend, Mortimer. When the bell rang, the group parted ways as the older kids went to their class and Akita and Angela went to their class together. Angela talked about the friends she’d made and Akita was excited to meet them. When they reached the classroom though, the looks began to happen. A child cried as she entered the room and the teacher seemed taken aback by her presence. Akita’s wagging stilled as the class took her in and the teacher stuttered as she tried to introduce her to them. A few students pushed their desks away from hers as she took a seat, a practice that would continue as the years went on. >It sucked, that was obvious. They thought she was a non-drone, but that was obviously just a kneejerk reaction. She was totally a drone just like everyone else. Akita was just like any other drone in the colony, just a little less strong than them. >Just… normal. Nothing wrong with her.
>>161529 Scatter rode petals on the bed, turn the lighting down low, draw a bubble bath in the tub, light some candles, and put on some jazz Chances are she'll come to her senses right after you finish that, and believe me you'll want to get those things handled before she breaks some of your bones (pelvis)
>>161534 My main complaints are >If I wanted to watch LOTR I'd fucking watch LOTR >Why are there so many fart jokes >WHY THE FUCK IS WHOOPI GOLDBERG IN THIS MOVIE It's a shame to, the original stories looked pretty fun
>J hands you a valentines card >you open it >"Will you be my Valentine?" >"Or do I have to call the cops?" >you look away from the card to see the shit-eating grin on her lips
>>161539 >Buddy and DDanni are on a date >She hands him an envelope while they're at this swanky little restaurant and winks >"From Danni, with much love" >He opens the envelope and pulls out the card, opening it >And immediately turning red as a tomato and closing it again DANNI!
>>161547 Buddy would probably be the most sappiest of them in terms of valentines gift. Probably give them Flowers and chocolate made for drones as well as something personal for each of them.
>>161520 DRAT! I've been jipped! Fuck! I should've known that I was being set up! I've been left no other option... TO THE "REAL" POCKETSTEAKS: I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL ATOP ONE ICONIC LANDMARK OF YOUR CHOOSING. WHOEVER WINS IS DEEMED WORTHY OF THE POCKETSTEAKS NAME.
>>161549 >For Molly: a set of hand carved engraved juggling balls >For Danni: that goofy "retro" console they'd both wanted when they were kids but couldn't get
>>161553 Fffuuuuuuuzuuuuuuuuuzzzzzuuzuck Brainrot Alice is funny but akso so incredibly hit ung I wish I do had had the longer clip but the editing site was bad, but listen to that giggle in the trailer, it is si good Did you know this is the only exclusive Alice siund effect which ee ever did get?
Quick and dirty one I made because I needed to get a second, intentional Valentine's greentext out and use and develop >>161449:
>"... Then Grandma told me she and Grandpa would be busy for the next four hours, so she gave me two hundred bucks and told me to go see a movie or a saucy puppet show. And that's why I was alone and unsupervised on Valentine's." Negev wetted her lips with her tongue then wiped her mouth on her sleeve. "You?" >"... I got ghosted again," the mutant girl said. After knocking back the oil can again, she pulled its spout away from her throat hole and set it back on the bench. "Swear to Robo-God, if I see Jimmy Spencer one more time they're never gonna find his head." As she clenched her organic hand, the eye in that arm's shoulder and the band of eyes in front of her hairline narrowed in unison with her visor's eyes. >Negev's hand emerged from her sleeve to scratch an itch on the back of her head. "Did I even get your name?" >"Jenna Sportsman," the jawless girl said, kicking her feet back and forth. >"Holy crap, YOU'RE Jenna Sportsman?" Negev gasped. "The way Mac and Beretta talked about you I thought you'd be-" >"-Not a freak?" Jenna glowered. The eye in her organic arm's shoulder focused directly on Negev as something whiplike flicked out of her throat hole and returned to it as quickly as it emerged. >Negev swallowed. "Not... not someone who'd want anything to do with me..." >Jenna's expression softened. "I'm gonna regret nudging you in this direction more, but... is it true you had to be sent to Maintenance & Repair as a kid?" >"Yeah," Negev croaked. "Spent most my life so far in a padded cell." >"Shit, sucks to h-" >"Also, I eat bugs to absorb their lives," Negev added sheepishly. >Jenna's eyes-the regular ones anyway-went hollow. "Who the fuck volunteers that sort of shit?!" >"A freak," Negev grunted. "I wish I could have my sister seething about always coming second to me. I wish I could have my brother be impressed by me." The youngest Doorman sighed. "... You have a favorite book?" >Jenna's eyes brightened. "Matteo JWHJ0715." >Negev's eyes followed suit. "Mine too...!" >Jenna slapped a hand over her throat hole. The two eldritch meat infectees shared a brief moment. >"Wanna have a pity date?" Jenna asked. "Like, as a pity friend thing, not as a relationship thing?" >Negev nodded. "If you wanna have a pity friend date. Wanna see that movie about the saucy puppet show?" >Jenna smiled as much as what little face she had allowed. "Hell yeah." >The two pity besties got up. The theater was a fifteen minute walk away, and the next showing of the movie was a half hour after that. >"... Are your parents Chad and Rachel Sportsman?" >"Yeah, why do you ask?" >"Oh man, the things Ms. Hughes says about your mom..."
>>161561(me) sadly this is only the first half, but the giggleing continuse and sounds so freaky at the end as if she idk how to say it but it's so hot
Here's the deal >You get to live in the Murder Drones universe with plot armor so you don't die immediately BUT >Everyone sounds like they're being voice acted like they're in the Big Green dub DragonBall Z: Best Parts Of The Big Green Dub (Improved) Do you take the deal?
>>161568 >Live in Murder Drones Universe Fuck no. That's a horrible deal, I'd prefer a thread version since atleast the world isn't dead in some of those
>a concerned couple reporting having seen a child wandering the streets at night, seemingly swigging from a 40 in a brown paper bag >deeply concerned for the child's well-being, Molly patrols the streets hoping to come across the kid >she finds her on a corner outside the liquor store, already drunk and cursing like a sailor >not a child, as her stature might suggest– but Molli: bleary-eyed and muttering to herself between bouts of expletives Molly didn't even know existed
>>161594 I knew how it sounded, but I was more thinking she was smacked around until she got everything perfect they kept telling her she "isn't smiling right"
Molli hates being sexualized because of what she looks like...but Molli also loves the attention and the hundreds of thousands of dollars it brings her
>Buddy owns a calendar that is connected to the refrigerator in the kitchen. >It uses the federation (and by extention earth’s) calendar system. Since the union was built on the ruins of the federation. Uses the same months, the same days and the same holidays >hey if it ain’t broke don’t fixed it. >On that calendar, Buddy had written down something on specific dates. Mostly important things that meant something for him. >And today… today was his little sister’s birthday. >Looking at the date, Buddy felt a melancholic sensation that was pulling him down.
>It had been tough. Being the sole survivor of your entire family. Forever knowning that you’ll never see them again. >What was even worse was the absence of any objects to remember them by. With the destruction of the earth by the solver. Anything there was to remind him of his family was wiped away. >All he had left was only just memories and dates. >Refusing to his sadness get the better of him. Buddy tightened his fist before opening the refrigerator’s door. >Inside of it was a singular confetti cupcake with a candle sticking on top of it.
>Grabbing the treat, Buddy then proceeded to walk to the kitchen table before grabbing a lighter from out of his pocket to light up the colorful wax stick. >She would have been in her 20’s, maybe 30’s right about now. Probably would had found someone and had started a family. She could had been a teacher, a scientist or maybe even a nurse. It was always the “what ifs” that hit the hardest trying to imagine what she would have been like. >But as the last of his family, it is duty to honor their memories by continuing to live.
>>161597 >Molli flinches as the director raises his voice again >"No no no! I said smile not grin! Again!" >Molli smiles and gets slapped >"Again!" >Slap >"Again!!" >SLAP >"AGAIN! >CRUNCH >Molli's visor cracks from the director kicking her >"Fucking... Go get repaired and meet me here ASAP. Get going." >Molli sniffles as scurries off >Crying wpuld make things worse
little annoyed they still haven't caught Mr.Skiboo was Seriously, Can't believe when asked if the allegations of being a solver monster where true after filming an episode of MAH, He sprouted solver tendrils and solver claw legs, and the eating two reporters before running off, Hopefully they catch him soon
>MOLLIIIIIIIIII PLEASE SAY MY NAME ON STREAMMMM >I MORTGAGED MY HOUSE TO DONATE TO YOUR STREAMS >I DIVORCED MY WIFE OF 40 YEARS BECAUSE I COULD ONLY LOVE YOU >I GAVE AWAY MY GRANDCHILDREN’S INHERITANCE TO BUY SUPERCHATS >I BOUGHT 300 OF EVERYTHING IN YOUR MERCH STORE >I’VE TAKEN MULTIPLE CASHIER WORKERS AND FORCED THEM TO DRESS AND ACT LIKE YOU >MOLLIIIIII PLEASE
>>161657 >search through various VODS >... >after a certain point, you'd welcome a panty flash or suggestive pose being the most replayed >somehow, the fixation on knees, feet, neck– it's much worse.
>Mr Skib is actually a benign force >He serves as Molli’s bodyguard and guardian >He also works as her chef, tutors her, and takes care of her finances >You may think his grotesque appearance makes him a monster, but it’s nothing compared to the real monsters in the Molli fanbase
>>161659 >Molli hates Molly for myriad reasons >one of the few she doesn't bring up at every opportunity is envy. >Molly got to stand in the spotlight, work with people who saw her more or less as a person– spread genuine joy >but even with all of society's progress in the treatment of drones, Molli is still just an object to her producers. as much a person as a puppet or a CGI character >everything about her show is artificial, corporate– no matter how friendly it makes itself out to be, it's designed solely to push product. >she's not teaching anyone like Molly did. she's not anyone's friend. any "playhouse pal" she interacts with is an actor, following a set script. >smile. wave. act surprised. give the robot a hug. >all fake.
>>161672 Good, but need to finish another art with a deadline before I can focus on MD again, until that is done there is only slow chipping away and detailing. Valentines day is not really a thing where I am
>>161689 >Molly teaching Molli to make real friends and how to disentangle herself from the production after hiring a team of highly skilled lawyers (simps) to wrangle her rights from the studio in a landmark case.
>>161682 >”[GIGGLE] I Can Give YOU The FriENDship You Always WANTED.” >”W-what? Can you do that? Where are you?” >”Just Accept ME INTO YOUR BEING. Problem…SOLVED.” >”Deal! I just don’t want to be lonely!”
Pat Alice on the back Pick up Alice Pet the Alice Kiss Alice everywhere Look at Alice neck Alice antler tail too Let her be at ease fir once Getting Slice to be happy, appreciated, maybe even flustered This is the dream
>>161698 Alice texture would be very based A bit smooth were it is oily, otherwise old cloth. Not to forget the good smell, of iron and oil. Also hair on her head My Grandfather had old 20mm anti air ammunition boxes, with old 'metalic' parts draped in oil covered cloth inside, it had a strong, distinct smell, and while the wood would lack I now feel this is what Alice smells like. I wish such machines like her vould be real I am so close to completely visualizung her irl I think. Life is not bad really
>>161701 >"Like omigawd chat this is sooooo bad! kehehe!" >the twisted version of Molly in game picks up Molli >Kill screen with a message pops up >[You'll never have a friend like Molly!] >Molli freezes up at that and tries to not show how much it bothered her >After all >She has no real friends. >Unlike Molly.
>Molli tries to stream something "educational" one day >She actually loses subs because they have the attention spans of particularly stupid insects and the producers ban her from ever trying it again.
>>161689 >Molly has more than her fair share of, for lack of a better word, frustrations with Molli– >but Molly's not quick to hatred. >she looks past her successor's cruel words and sees only a little drone, crying alone >naturally, she sees only one course of action >she doffs her hat, sits down on the curb by Molli's side, and gives the girl a long, much-needed hug, a shoulder to cry on– and at long last– >a friend.
>>161703 I agree completely. Simezimes adoration for genuinely good stuff he made and original idea, other times disapoinment nit just iver potential that never csme to be used, but also bullshit he did include in the series (Alice's treatment, J's end, Doll, those are somewhat subjective but you can argue really that Alice deserves way better, it's even worse considering that it was Uzi who had to decisively escalate things but I eon't elaborate on this anymore now. The most glaring fuck up however is V's arc being completely undone in 8 then)
Alice with wet hair unf ✨🧡🤍🖤🔥💯 Imagine the look, the smell, the way it covers more of her eyes, how it looks, sticks to the screen, holy kwk awguga ginga hngh pleaseeeee God 🙏 need me a freak A wendigo drone with that laugh those teeth this mind of hers her voice, her white hands and feet, the many many knives, the fucking ✨ANTLERS✨ and that sultry lewd gown which gives glimpses of her fertile pelvis and that ridiculous cleavage werreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Yandere hick
Imagine her nibbling on you with those or eventually getting too inty it and full on sinking them into your shoulder anchoring her sharp jaws in you It would feel physically and mentally hot unf imagine her with red blood on that white and black face and in that crazy mane
>>161731 Lucky bastard I know it is accurate really but I hate this teacher's Gleichgültigkeit whenever Alice does these things in all arts the we have of them
>>161734 REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWEEEWEWEWEWEWEEEEWEWWWWWEWWWWWWWWWW🧡🤍🖤💯⚡⚡✨🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck thank you naon who posted this great! I need to appreciate it but simulatneously I am downthrodden by seething jealousy for that creator. I do not know anymore really
>>161746 Nice Really damn nice idea I have to stoo now but this caused physical shivering for the fourth time only since these threads overall. I would do anything to be able to create 3d stuff I mean it I would give a lot for being able to make what that dude can do. Unironically crashing out over this😭
>>161738 oh. I thought someone was just dumping a bunch of pics from a twitter artist or something so I kinda glossed over it, but your art's really nice, anon
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>>161738 well then; welcome to the threads, have some flower crowns, enjoy your stay and if I may ask; how you found this little corner of the MD fandom?
>>161766 Me too. I left this place but I’m coming back to post this. Here’s a drawing I made, haven’t drawn on paper on a while. Ok back to being not here!
imagine fucking the teacher as he's grading tests he isn't reacting or anything to you pounding his robussy when you go to pull out, he unenthusiastically tells you to get back to it he needs to feel something good for once when you and he finish he tells you he climaxed twice and he's being completely honest about it too
>>161778 >"I'll give you a B+ for the sex. Spanking me counts towards your final score. Meet me later in my bedroom for tutoring." >He says this with the most dead inside tone of voice
>>161801 The girls are named V-D and V-S I couldn't chose which bangs I liked more so they are much literally variants of each other lol Also the guy is Serial designation L, or nicknamed Lainey/Lies
>>161386 It's very sad, really. Liam could have at least given some consideration to the relationship of the main characters and Tessa, okay, Uzi doesn't care, she's a bitch and doesn't know Tessa at all, but V and N could have given her some consideration.
Anon, tell me, maybe Glitch showed this in their new videos? I just don't watch them, I'm completely uninterested in them, even though there are drones in there.
what if instead of the absolute solver it was called the absolute drawer and instead of eating planets it gave people really bad sleep schedules and intense need to sketch shit haha
>>161392 >NxThad I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT!
>>161832 >Anon, tell me, maybe Glitch showed this in their new videos? I just don't watch them, I'm completely uninterested in them, even though there are drones in there. Nope. It’s just more merch of the characters
>>161516 Don't sentinel drones have much stronger armour and aren't they more effective than disassembler drones, just inferior in numbers and worse with sanity?
>>161525 Akita has all the advantages of a carbon-based life form and some of the advantages of a silicon-based one, so she's a head above all those losers.
Good morning my Friends! I just noticed there is a new DrawRriend, and I missed his arrival. Damn. If he reads this, I welcome you to these beautiful Threads and I hope you enjoy posting Drones.
>>161885 >Human supremacist guy and drone supremacist DD girl are coworkers >Very confrontational in public, make a point of how much they despise each other and other drones/humans respectively >End up getting stuck together on most projects because upper management likes to fuck with the employees >Every so often they're told they bicker like "an old married couple" - oddly, they get really evasive when that happens and refuse to make eye contact >Because, sure, initially they DID hate each other >But nobody can ever know that they recently started dating outside of work >Which makes keeping up the charade really difficult
>>161886 >But nobody can ever know that they recently started dating outside of work I like to imagine this is only because they know everyone would tease them for a long time about it
nah bruhhh when did Dr. Henry make an instagram account 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
morning everyone. I saw Molli was gonna be streaming last night but I was too tired to stay up and catch it. I was gonna watch the VOD this morning but it seems like it got deleted– did something happen?
>>161915 She was drinking shots for donations and started crashing out, screamed that she was a drone supremacist and that the jews were behind everything It's been scrubbed off the web but my gf downloaded it to her internal drives so I'm gonna sell it to someone later
>>161919 >P watching the little chink drone setting up a George Foreman grill and camera at her booth in the restaurant >She hasn't ordered anything but oil yet either
>>161922 Beretta wouldn't allow it to happen, I'm sure of that Still, P really doesn't want another health code violation and he's pretty sure that eating patrons is considered one
>>161925 >Government finds out the little psycho who tops out most of their most wanted lists is casually setting up a mukbang in a random restaurant (which just so happens to be Chez P) >They proceed to deploy a squad who chases after her, kicks in every window of the restaurant in the process, and pursues her out the back door after setting most of the place on fire >P has avoided a potential health code violation, at the cost of his entire business being absolutely shat on >He temporarily moves in with the Doormans while he saves the money to make repairs >On the bright side, at least he gets to spend a bit more "quality time" with Beretta before she heads to her college classes
>not too long from now, I was listening to the doom star requiem on YouTube >I was also thinking about glitch and imagining what it’s next 3d show was gonna be considering they’re diving into 2d with Dana terrace >and as everyone does I started imagining MD characters singing and acting it out >then i started one weird thought process >what if, glitch announces this realistic down to earth show involving a road trip of sorts >the first episode would come out, maybe it gets its own fandom or is overshadowed by the gaslight district and of course that Dana terrace show >but episode 2, something happens >after a scene transition, suddenly after a recap of season 1 there’s this big dramatic song which is a recap of season 1 >and afterwards it’s immediately back to whatever the road trip show is supposed to be >this would continue onwards, episode 3 has n and uzi singing this big bouncy song about how they’re gonna married and 4 has a hyperactive romp through the ceremony >and halfway through something happens and now things are serious and there’s big metal songs because since I was listening to a death metal album >and also imagining you guys and others confused and wondering why this is connected to this random unrelated show but mostly glad to see this I don’t know why I thought of that to me but i did and now all of you know it.
>>161928 Personal headcanon is that she (and many other drones on the lam from the law) simply remove their wigs because the police are incapable of recognizing them that way (like Dr. Doof)
>>161932 >simply remove their wigs because the police are incapable of recognizing them that way This would only work with Worker Drones but imagine this >Worker Drones are the untimate plasuable deniability tool >They look all the same if you remove their wigs making them indistinguishable from one another >This has made them popular with criminals or intelligence organisations because of their covert applications
>>161936 it's pretty simple, just make an account, click upload, and add tags. they autosuggest existing tags so it's fairly easy if it's still too daunting you could just wait for/ask someone else to upload your work
>>161936 NTA. It is not that complicated, you just make a new account, no email needed, just remember your password; Click upload, put the file you want, then tag it correctly, then upload, here is some more info >>6411
>>161938 >it only explodes if you a mouse pretty fucked up that the booru is so anti-mouse it would remotely detonate their computers for even accessing the site
>>161930(me) I also toyed around with the idea of something like this happening only by the end.
The two MCs are sitting back and relaxing after whatever happened in this realistic down to earth show, when suddenly an slaceship appears and khan pops out. Telling the brothers that they’re needed to save the multiverse as he shoves them inside as nori blasts them off, to be continued. Or it’s all completely secret, the two mcs wake up and hear this familiar voice telling them that they’re needed, they ask who and khan steps out into the spotlight and that’s where it ends. And either way everybody starts freaking out. People immediately start theorizing and questioning everything what got khan and nori so worked up? why does it involves these two characters? Why did glitch Liam and whoever is show running this unrelated show agree to this and not make them separately?
>>161935 >It's very common for undercover WDs that have been used for prolonged missions impersonating different drones to develop the robot equivalent of BPD or schizophrenia
>>161948 The Patrick Bateman reaction images are starting to implant in my mind the idea of an alternate cut of American psycho where Alice is just in it.
>>161952 Hey Nori that would fit her so well, Alice going schizo in still active CFL due to solver stuff and Nori's radiating bueno is kino and would work >>161957 Real >>161958 Kek
V holding hands with (you) V sleeping in the same bed with (you) Listening to V's core pulse as you snuggle up together. Spooning V as her latent internal temperature rises and falls subtly with the same rhythm as her core. Stroking V's hair to calm her during her standby-mode nightmares. Drifting off into a deep sleep with V by your side. Waking up to the pleasantly happy sight of V's bedhead.
>>161665 As a reminder to newfags, if you want to discuss something just post what you want to discuss, we're more than happy to talk about the show itself
>>161964 Either it really happens and Nori would just regenerate on the spot right after or Nori would show up later alive and well because Alice can't separate her fantasies from reality anymore.
>>161978 I wouldn't like it, musical stuff in things that aren't meant to be musicals are terrible and also I don't like how OOC it is for Khan to find two random dipshit MC's and go >"Hey random kids! Wanna go on a fun whimsical adventure to save the multiverse! Just hop inside my ship, I got candy!" Also, I hate multiverse shit if it's not properly executed or set-up
>>161987 >"Hey random kids! Wanna go on a fun whimsical adventure to save the multiverse! Just hop inside my ship, I got candy!" Nah It’s more so “GUYS GET IN HERE EVERYONE I KNOW IS DANGER DEAR GOD IF YOU FUCK THIS UP WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!”
Hey, good evening, Friends! After so much time, I do have a question once more. It is a question when it comes to reading since there are two popular ways of reading here, the greentexts, and AO3, and my question is, which one do you prefer? Or do you prefer depending on something? A really simple question. I hope you are doing well.
>>161997 >"I don't know what you're...uh...talkin' about." >Anon has to shift in his wheelchair along a carpeted floor. >And it still makes a scraping noise
>>161109 >The anime you, Uzi and N are currently watching is some isekai power-fantasy, really mind-numbing stuff. >You’re wondering whether if you should leave. You could but that would upset N. >Damn it, you’re fucking thirsty. Time for the soda. >You reach for your backpack and grab a can. When you pull it out, it’s a…beer can? What? >Did you really bring beer instead of soda? Were you that blind in your rush to come here? >Eh, fuck it. You don’t feel like going back all the way for soda. You crack open the can and it lets out a hiss as you take a gulp. >Well, it’s refreshing even if you’ll potentially end up drunk. >”What’cha drinking, Anon?” You hear N ask you as you glance over at him. “Beer. Meant to grab soda but…you know?” >”Trying to kill yourself by alcohol poisoning, skinnie?” Uzi says in a smug tone. >”Ooh! Can I try some? I’ve never had beer before” N asks you with such enthusiasm that its hard not to let him have some. You shrug and give him your open can. >”N, don’t drink that!” Uzi grabs N’s arm but its too late and he…downs the entire can in one go. He throws the can away and leans back as he lets out a “Wooooah!” He pushes himself upwards again as he looks at you with a bright smile. “Do you have more?!” >He actually likes it? Looks like you’re not gonna have to drink the beer all by yourself. You grab another can and give it to him. He opens it and thrusts it towards Uzi. “You should try it! It’s really good!” >”Ew! No!” She pushes it away but N resists. After failing to push it away, and N giving her the puppy eyes, she rolls her eyes and says “Ughhh! Fine! But if I die from this, I want you to kill Anon, okay?” >She takes a sip of the beer and coughs. “Robo-God! This is terrible!” She takes yet another sip. “Truly disgusting!” And another. And another until she drinks up the whole can. >And that’s how the three of you drank all the beer.
I woke up with a migraine and have made a decision to be a piece of shit >N looks at Thad who is dressed in Uzi's clothes "Are you sure this is alright?Uzi and I haven't done anything yet and I don't wanna hurt her feelings..." >"Relax bro, I'm just helping you practice for Uzi!" That says as he applies purple lipstick "Uzi doesn't wear lipstick though." >"Relaaaax man this is for me." >Thad, or rather "Uzi" struts over and straddles N with a saucy look >"Now lets start kissing practice!"
>>161995 Yeah obviously. Imagine season 2 of this unrelated show is also season 2 of murder drones. So the people like either are uncomfortably mixed together. It would be even funnier if this show wasn’t very good and the only people who watched it were md fans wanting to view a sort of season 1.5.
>>161986 i'm planning on starting with the original list from 2023, unless any of them are on that then probably not until later (assuming i get that far)
>>162020 Considering the WDF possibly started off a Drone revolution due to some background details I don't have the images too. I would assume it would be like >"Oh, cool...can you like fuck off?"
>Anon goes to Copper-9 >Expects free Drone sex >...... >Gets called a disgusting freak >He's not even regarded as human, he's far too ugly >His waifu is repulsed by his mere existence, she looks down at him as if she were looking at a creature made of pure vomit that with every breath spewed liquid shit from It's orifices >His balls are [Null]'d off as a last minute humiliation before he's tossed back into the asbestos filled wasteland to perish
>>162026 >Angered and rejected, Anon writes down upon a stone with his own blood a complete fantasy >He writes down him going to Copper-9 and imposing his will upon everyone, try as they might to stop him, he is too strong >He writes down that he is a God and that they are nothing more than ants beneath his mighty cock!
>Decades later a pair of Drone archeologist come across the stone during one of their many expeditions into the wasteland of Copper-9's inner city ruins a place that none dared travel for many many years >They marvel at the text, claiming that it may be a sign of an ancient religion >Bringing the stone back it's displayed for all to see in the museum, eventually this action would give birth to a death-cult that worshipped the unknown God known as Anon, this cult would almost be the end of Copper-9 had it not been for the season 5 cast >But we're getting ahead of ourselves for now...
>Or so the texts of a mad man read before passing out dead from asbestos poisoning
>alice stinks good Well shit now I'm imagining something >Alice has you strapped down to a gurney in her chop shop >She's sitting on your face >You can either eat her out and breathe in her musky snatch stink or suffocate
>>162035 Was just about to say this, Alice is on model oily and metalic, not to forget that the beams(the pipes, the basestructure everything else is fixed too) ofher antlers are rusty in several places, rust has a nice smell as well. >>162034 Solver hosts would have something off, it is hard to describe, the best thing I can say is 'numb', but I doub that makes any sense
>>161991 Good day, but isn't it still noon or so in your country? Anyways glad to see the question, I have little to say tho. The answer is definitely greens, solely based on 99,8% of good md stuff being in that format. To be fair I barely ever touched ao3, it is good to read, but I don't have the time to find good or interesting stories in there featuring characters I am interested in, I found two ever only and those where both discountinued not even 10k words in. So greens it is
Hey, you! Spin the wheel twice, the modifier once, and write some greens, please. The modernized wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf
>>162036 If I can ask, why? Friend. >>162037 I'm doing quite well Friend, thanks! Maybe because of its looks? >>162043 He's very silly, a very silly Drone, Friend. >>162051 I had a mini aneurysm, it was around noon yes. Interesting, I guess reading so much in that format tends to make you like it. Yeah, I understand, all the time I have read on AO3 it is because it was linked here first, Friend.
>>162055 I would immediately go into eBay and sell small denominations of my currency to collectors for absurd amount of money because that's something people will actually buy (What do you guys even study in Belarus, I know that's a retarded question but I genuinely don't know if it would be the same stuff as in fateaglegunburgertopia and I'm curious)
>>161991 Greens, 100%, there's no good reader insert stuff on AO3 because it pussyfoots around just giving the reader a name and tries to go with they/them stuff which drags me out of it At least with Anon I can pretend it's a guy I know as a friend so I can be happy for him
>>162066 It is quite an interesting way to see it, Friend. Never thought of seeing the "Anon" on a green as a Friend to root for, always a character to take interest in.
>>162057 >Murder Drones but the Elliots lived in the Balkans, right near the border between Kosovo and Serbia >Cyn is outside one day when a sniper pings her head in >Bill Clinton has successfully averted the Solver Wars (and earned the right to continue having lights off missionary with Hillary for the first time since she found out about Monica) >N and V manage to escape to Macedonia, which becomes North Macedonia, which becomes Northwest Macedonia, which continues having name changes until they don't know where they are anymore >J gets purchased by some guy who has a lot of alcohol and a cheap Chinese made boombox with RGBs in it - she actually ends up really happy with being able to boss him around and he takes her seriously >Tessa eventually attends college overseas and marries a coal miner in West Virginia to spite her parents
Murder drones but instead of the Absolute Solver using the combined bodies of Cyn & Tessa as an avatar, all three of them are aware and have split control.
>>162070 >James and Louisa are Bulgarian oligarchs who use Bulgaria's political crisis to get even more money and become rich and powerful enough to influence Bulgarian politics.
>>162072 >every decision they make is basically just alien x doing anything in ben 10 >they literally just stop and stand there during climactic fights before deciding to either bail, surrender, or nuke the planet into dust
>>162077 Todor Zhivkov didn't get fucking executed like Nicolae, we weren't that insane to kill him so James and Louisa will become Bulgarian oligarchs.
>>162080 I'd like to imagine he goes on for hours about the types of coal some days and she listens happily, while on other days he listens to her go on for hours about her research into the occult Then, the two go off and hunt down mothman together as a romantic escapade
>>162087 NTA vut the wife beating stuff wasn't fake? I didn't really give a shit about sky since I stopped caring about Minecraft and I saw some comments about it.
>>162065 Well, my grandparents do have some old money from my country in the village, but you wouldn't be able to sell it on Ebay: Ebay is not available to us.
And we're learning a little bit of everything. I myself study at a university of economics, but since the Soviet Union we have better developed universities of technical and physico-chemical orientation. I should have gone to study chemistry, to be honest, but okay, it is what it is.
>>162092 >Ebay is not available to us. You have my condolences >Chemistry That's cool, had a friend who's a chem major. Kind of a silly fellow but reliable. I suck rocks at math and science so I ended up going for writing focused stuff >Student Yeah, law student. Very exciting except for the part where I want to throw myself out a window sometimes, but thems the breaks. It'll be fun as a career though I think, may even get me enough so that I can see the parts of the world the intrigue me most (like Belarus, the Pacific, etc.)
>>162068 From my knowledge of that accursed place it would go like this >"So...you fuck horses?" >"What? No! They're trying to fuck me, I'm not fucking them at all!" >"Riiight..."
>>162101 >"Hey, you fuck robots!" >"Yeah? They're robots? Not a god damn animal." >"I'll let you know that it's very different! They can talk, they have their own society, they're fucking rainbow colored! And have literal magic! There's nothing wrong with that!" >"....I thought you said you weren't fucking the horses?"
>>162098 >Sorry, N, but P has Beretta in another castle! It's amazing how far he's come from a standard pump, and all it took was John locking him out of his limo
>It was about 3:37 PM on Copper-9. The sun was out and beaming its golden rays of radiating heat down on the unending winter that befell this planet. Anon can feel the difference when he is outside the bunker during this time. The sun makes the cold significantly less bullshit and allows him to have the privilege of feeling instead of the numbing bite of the infamous creature known as frost bite. >However, even if the sun was at its peak, the celestial body still couldn't penetrate walls of this goddamn bunker. >Said walls were covered with fluffy white snow, all of which were piled in corners to give way to the locals that often roam the halls. The ceiling was decorated with an alarming amount of frozen stalactites that loom over the halls of the bunker, moreso around the school for some inexplicable reason. It wasn't that far from the 3 Doors, but you would think that area would be flooded with them instead of the school. >And despite everyone telling him that they hadn't fallen or killed anyone in years, Anon was always cautious around them. There was always that one group of particularly sharp popsicles he would catch moving whenever he got close. >You're probably wondering if there's a point to all of this, and there is! >It's fucking cold. >In classroom D-2, sitting amongst a group of drones was the only human that currently exists on Copper-9: Anon. He wore a heavy, black polyester coat with grayish wool stitched around the inner cavity and sleeves with a darker grey sweater made from the same material worn underneath. He also wore a grey corduroy that hugged his legs snugly and his footwear consisted of tight, black socks that hugged both of his feet similarly to the corduroy, and large, black boots. >You would think this would be enough to keep him warm inside a structure, but that wasn't the case here. Why? Well, even though there were ventilation ducts and a generator that can easily heat the entire bunker, they didn't use them. They never had any real reason to given their inability to feel the cold, and they had even less reason given he was a human, the very bane of their existence aside from the Disassembly Drones. >His thoughts halted at the sound of snickering. He looks a few seats ahead of him and sees the local reject looking back at him with a sneer. >Her screen changes to depict a sentence that read: Want some coco? >Being the sophisticated and proper person that he was, Anon politely gives her the finger. This only further amuses her as she snorts in a fit of giggles. >This caught the teacher's attention as he looks up from his book with a look of annoyance to his otherwise unenthusiastic faceplate. "Uzi, stop laughing at Anon's expense..." >Uzi, her fun now ruined, quickly turns around to glare at the teacher. "Bite me!" She yells and picks up a copy of the teacher's book resting on her desk. >Anon gives a light scoff before going back to read his own copy, the title of which stating in bold letters: >The Cookies Are A Lie!
>>162107 >He flinches when something hits his head. He looks to the floor and sees a crumpled paper. He rolls his eyes and picks it up to read. >It was a detailed list of how to treat hypothermia... >His eyes slowly look up from the page to see Uzi's shoulders shaking. His eye twitches. >'So she wants to play, eh? Alright then...' >He reaches into his bag and pulls out his pencil. He quickly writes on the back of the paper before crumpling it back into a ball as quietly as he could and tossing it back to Uzi. It lands on her desk and she swipes it into her little mits. He gets comfortable and rests his chin on his fist as he patiently waits. A moment later, she whirls in her seat with a heated look. He just gives her a wide grin and winks. >The familiar sound of the school bell rang to announce the end of the day. Everyone sighs and quickly grabs their belongings to head home. Anon grabs his own belongings and heads out the door with Uzi following close behind. She mean mugs him while they traverse through the crowd and make a right into a hallway. It was an alternative route that connected to the rest of the bunker like the rest, only nobody uses this particular path due to it taking twice as long to navigate to their destination. The voices behind them slowly drifted away until their footsteps were the only sound to bounce off the walls. >It was now that Uzi decided to speak. "Screw you." >Anon lets out a hearty laugh. "It's true though!" >Uzi runs ahead of him with the piece of paper held in front of her. It was a simple drawing of stick figures, one of which being labeled as Uzi, the other resembling a dog with the label 'Chihuahua' with an equal sign between them. "I'm not that small!" >"Hey, you started it." The human says as he walks past her. She watches him go as she contemplates his words before huffing and tossing the paper behind her and rushing to his side again. "Jerk..." >A small laugh rumbles in his throat. "You still love me." >She doesn't say anything and instead leans into him. She reaches for his hand and locks her fingers with his. He returns the gesture and moves his arm around her like a blanket. >"Comfy?" He asks, his tone much softer than a moment ago. Uzi doesn't say anything and instead gives a small grunt as a response, to which he took as confirmation. The two remain silent as they slowly make their way through the tunnel, holding onto each other in an affectionate embrace.
>>162109 >They had started dating roughly a week ago after Uzi had called for him to help her with fixing her damaged railgun. Specifically, she needed his help carrying some parts from a junkyard she had recently discovered in one of her outings with N. She would have asked him for his assistance, but he was out combing the city for oil. Apparently, the materials she needed were held inside a large quantity of gadgets that could only be extracted with the tools she had in her room. Unfortunately, those tools weren't mobile, so she resorted to bringing extra muscle to help carry it all the way back to her room. >They were all heavy as shit by the way. He had to keep taking breaks like your average receptionist or his arms could have popped from their sockets. It was infuriating for the two of them, but they eventually got the job done before sunrise. >On their way, the two talked about various topics of pop culture media. As they discussed, they found out they had much in common, resulting in Uzi inviting him over the next night when her father was working. The two kicked it while watching their favorite shows or trying out pirated games they could co-op on. One thing led to another as the night went on and they felt a spark. Since then, they had been hanging out whenever Mr. Doorman was away, or when they were alone after school and slowly growing closer as they came to terms with their feelings. >Of course, it was incredibly awkward for them and they were uncertain about going through with it considering the obvious, but they eventually got over it and accepted one another. >The only issue was that nobody else knows. It was a condition that demanded their relationship to stay hidden to anyone outside of their intimate circle. Human beings were responsible for everything the Drones went through, and if they heard one of their own had a relationship with one, chaos would erupt. Thus, this was the best method to maintain their relationship. >Indeed, it was an unexpected sequel to Romeo and Juliet, and just like them, their relationship would eventually be discovered and they would have to make a choice. They were aware it wasn't a particularly bright future for them, but for now, they will enjoy their time together while they can. >Speaking of time, theirs is cut short when they reach the entrance to the next hall. Their houses resided in opposite routes from each other, so this is where they go their separate ways for the day. Uzi turns to Anon and quickly hugs him in a tight embrace. He suppresses his pain as he returns the hug. Their bodies yearned for more once they separated again. >"Hey, do you think we could-" >"What are you two doing?" >Both of them jump and quickly whip around to see one of their classmates standing at the end of the hall: Emily. >She was holding a book under one of her arms rather closely as though it would leave her if she let her guard down. They could faintly see that the book was dripping with water. >Emily stared between two with a puzzled expression as she waited for an answer. >"How long have you been standing there...?" Uzi asks cautiously, to which Emily quirks her digital brow. >"Um...I just got here. Are you two gonna answer my question?" >"W-We-We...um..." Uzi struggles to form words as she tries to think of a good lie, and the longer she took, the more suspicious Emily was becoming. >"I was...giving her a noogie!" >Anon grabs Uzi and starts to grind his knuckles on her screen. Uzi quickly catches on and puts on her best acting voice. >"Ah! No, stop! That huuuurts!" >Emily buenos before slowly walking around them and moving on. The two stop and peek around the corner to watch her go, before they let out a collective sigh. >"How did we not notice her?" Anon asks as he looks back down the hall. >"She's good at being quiet." Uzi says and bites her lip. "Do you think she saw anything?" >"You heard her. We're fine." He says with a semblance of confidence, and although he says that, he was still recovering from the shock. If she caught up to them just a second earlier... >"Maybe we should cut it short tonight, just to be safe...?" Uzi suggests, though she doesn't seem particularly thrilled about it. >Anon was the same way, though, he took solace in the fact they would see each other tomorrow. >"Yeah, I agree..." He says with disappointment. >"I'll see you tomorrow then." Uzi says and waves him goodbye. >"See you." He calls out and watches her go until she was out of sight. He takes another breath and makes his way down the opposite direction towards his own home.
>>162111 >After their encounter with Emily, Anom had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on her. His dread was eating him alive that night and he lost a significant amount of sleep. He didn't want to risk their secret being compromised, and so, he kept his eye on how Emily behaved. He watched her as she quietly read her books, avoided eye contact, and gave Rebecca money when she would ask for it. >He says 'ask', but you know what that really meant. >She didn't seem suspicious at all; no clues or cues about her being onto them. Still, he had to make sure. He thought of an idea that could work, but it was risky. During Study Hour, he would slip her a note asking about anything interesting she may have heard or seen. >He watches her as she sits down at her desk and starts to set up her belongings. As she puts a few folders inside her desk, she catches sight of his note. His heartbeat quickened as anticipation surged through his veins. He watches her like a hawk across the room to see any sign, any semblance of suspicion that could permit him to act. >She looks uneasy as she reads the note and looks around the classroom before biting her lip and writing something down. >This was what he was waiting for! >She hugs the paper to her chest as she looks around again before slipping it back in and returning to her studies. Now he had to wait for class to end to swipe the note. >When that time arrived, he waited a bit more for Emily to grab her things and leave the room. The moment she was out of sight, he rushed to her seat and fished inside the desk for the note. He scrambles it into his hands and nearly rips it open before his eyes scanned the page fervently. >”I saw Uzi sticking gum under the desk. It was gross.” >He shakes his head and reads it again. He scans each letter of each word to make sure he read this right, and each time resulted in the same conclusion. He clicks his tongue and smacks the paper on the desk as his anger begins to brew. >'So glad I lost sleep over this shit...' >His gaze drifts towards Uzi's desk and he gives a slight hum. He makes his way over and crouches to the floor to look underneath it. Sure enough, there was gum stuck onto the bottom...a lot of gum, actually. He stands back up as he buenos, making a mental note to talk to Uzi about this. 《~》 >"You did WHAT?" >"I just had to be sure, okay?" He says before continuing. "I know I said we were fine, but I couldn't risk Emily spilling our secret. She's an easy target to squeeze out information, if I hadn't done what I did, we'd risk everyone finding out!" >"Did it occur to you that maybe she knew you were onto her and lied?" He doesn't say anything. Uzi takes advantage of this and continues. "And what if she did know and someone took the note before you? You could've screwed us yourself!" >Anon flinches at her words; he hadn't considered that. He was so caught up in his paranoia that he didn't stop to think about the consequences. His shoulders sag as shame and guilt weigh them down. He looks away from her and rubs his arm. "I'm sorry. I just..." He doesn't finish and goes quiet as he regrets his actions. >Uzi's expression softens. "I know you meant well, but you can't act on your own like that." She takes his hand into hers. "At least talk to me about it...okay?" >The weight lifts some as he looks at her and smiles. "Okay." >Blood and oil freeze as a loud 'thunk' fills the room. They turn around and see the familiar glow of neon yellow through the window of Anon's front door. The two quickly separate from one another as the door opens and reveals the individual on the other side. They collectively frown when they see V. >"Found you." >Uzi gives V a hard glare. "What are you doing here?" >V flicks one of her bangs. "I go where I want, short stuff." She then turns to Anon. "You. Come with me." >Anon blinks as he takes a moment to register her words. "What? Why?" >"Because I need your help with something." She says simply, already growing bored as indicated by her twitching stinger. >Uzi stands between the two with a skeptical glare. "What do you need Anon for? Can't N help you?" >"He's out hunting for the night..." She says before her voice takes on a falsely sweet tone, "and I figured this would be a good experience for me and the humie to finally get to know each other~" >V was obviously bullshitting, but the way she looked at Anon rubbed Uzi the wrong way. >V notices Uzi's souring demeanor and rolls her optics. "Relax squirt, I just need someone to clean my mess." >"'Mess'?" Anon asks with suspicion. >She turns back to Anon. "I just got done eating and don't feel like cleaning up, so I want you to do it for me."
>>162110 the relationship was mostly antagonistic in earlier stuff, with the common denominator being mg mg hired p as help since pimpin doesn't pay the bills, while beretta occasionally crosses paths with mg to buy new plushes
>>162110 They weren't written as a couple, yet kinda. There was a threadjoke about N fighting Scott Pilgrim style to save Beretta from SD-P, but the twist was that they were dating. Then there was a few greens were SD-P was nice to Beretta, nothing big that would get screencapped, but still. Although at the time Beretta x Anon was the dominant thing, but no one has been writing it so the SD-P thing got brought back up again. Honestly I like both, I enjoy the SD-P one a bit more though
>>162112 >He visibly buenos as an image pops into the forefront of his mind where the inner walls of the pod were painted black with oil and body parts torn apart like they were in a blender. >The fact she keeps killing the bots wasn't surprising, rather it was annoying. Not to undermine their deaths, but his feelings were more directed towards Khan. He was supposed to be keeping his people safe, but every now and then more Drones disappear and he does nothing to stop it. >He talks a big game when he is dealing with a human, but with V? He was just a glorified doormat. >Because of this, everyone has to put up with her antics and do what she says. Then again, Anon didn't have to do shit. He wasn't obligated to help her with anything, especially if it was a mess she made herself. >V's tail flicks impatiently. "Well?" >Anon takes a moment longer to consider before he shakes his head. "I'm good." >V's optic twitches while Uzi smiles. "You heard him - now leave." She says and sticks her tongue at her. She stops when she feels a vibration in her pocket. She pulls out her phone and sees that her dad was calling her. >"I'd answer that if I were you." V comments with an ominous smile. >Uzi looks at her and then Anon with a worried look. He meets her gaze and nods. She looks back at her phone with unease as she swipes the green icon and slowly holds it up to her ear. >"Dad...?" >"Uzi!" Mr. Doorman yells on the phone. He sounds pissed... >"Care to explain why an entire hall's worth of doors have the words 'suck it dad' written in oil?" >"What are you talking about?" >Writing on doors? It sounds like her, but she got off school just a moment ago, there's no way she would have time to do that, and if she did, she wouldn't use oil. The realization hits her, and she whips around to see the culprit popping a stick of gum in her mouth. >"Come down here and clean up this mess right now or you're-" >Uzi's gaze doesn't leave V as she puts her phone away. "What are you playing at?" She asks. >"I wouldn't keep him waiting. There's A LOT to clean~" >Uzi went to respond, but her phone starts ringing again. She growls and answers it again. "Dad it wasn't-" >"Here, now!" >"BUT-!" >"Now, or no anime for a month!" >Uzi stands there stunned as she tries to find the words, but nothing came. Eventually, she relents and lets out an agitated groan. "Fine." >Satisfied with her answer, Mr. Doorman hangs up. When he did, Uzi immediately threw her phone at V. The Disassembly Drone catches it and crushes it in her hand with ease. "Oops." >Uzi growls at her before turning to the human. "Stick her tail up her ass if she tries anything!" >With that, she storms out the door and hurries to clean somebody else's mess.
>>162115 >Anon watches her go before turning to V with an apprehensive look. >"I'll go get some supplies before-" >"No need." >Anon watches as she turns to the door before becoming horrified when she types in his personal code on the keypad. The door slams shut and the faint, green light changes to a bright red, indicating it was now locked. >"How did you- What are you doing?" >V looks back at him with a smug grin. "So...you and the goth are a thing?" >He looks at her shocked. "How did you know that?" >She scoffs. "You two take the same hall every day, which just so happens to be where I get my oil." She blows air into a bubble of gum until it pops. She picks it out of her mouth with a claw and flicks it away. "It made me sick having to watch you two flirting. So now..." She gives him a salacious smile. "You're going to make it up to me~" >The air in the room changes as she moves towards him and, at the same time, he starts backing away from her. >"You sent Uzi away for this?" >She lets out a sensual laugh. "And she won't be back for awhile~" >He starts to sweat as he feels his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes snap to any direction he could use to get around her, but the more she kept advancing, the less likely the attempt seemed to succeed. His movement abruptly stops when his back meets the wall, to which V used as an opportunity to lunge and pin him to it. Her optics seem to glow a brighter hue as they bore into him like a predator about to devour their prey. >"So do what I say, or you'll never see her again..." >Anon's knees gave and he drops to the floor, beginning to tremble beneath her terrifying gaze. She towers over him, casting a shadow over his small form. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen as her proximity deprived him of oxygen. It was like this for an excruciating minute before she finally backed off. His breathing was becoming easier now, but he remained petrified and shaking on the floor. >V crosses her arms and silently stands there with an impatient frown. Seems she was waiting for him, which allowed him time to recover. >He slowly does as he takes in slow, deep breaths. His nerves now settled, he eases himself back onto his feet and looks at her, though he takes care to avoid looking into her optics again. >He swallows the lump in his throat before he asks, "Why?" >Her tail twitches as she clicks her tongue. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I'm bored and want to see you squirm." >Beneath the ocean of fear, he could feel an ember of anger igniting. She was really threatening to expose their relationship just to get a cheap laugh? He knows her to be cruel, but this... he couldn't believe it. If the others found out, they'd force them to separate or worse, exile him. He had no means to survive out there; he could get hypothermia or starve to death and no one else would give a shit. Even if he did what she wanted, whatever that may be, it would seriously affect him and Uzi. No matter what choice he makes, they are going to suffer. >He was helpless.
>>162116 >His eyes sting as tears start to form. His fists shake as rage burns hot in his chest. He looks to the ground in shame and voices his answer, his lips curved into a deep scowl. "What do you want me to do?" >V gives him a pleased smile and licks her lips. "Good boy~" She saunters over and stands right in front of him, her chest just barely touching his. >"You at least know how to kiss, right?" >He doesn't answer. >"Ugh... Just do what I do, and don't make me do all the work." She orders before she starts to lean in. >Anon buenos as she advances. He hesitates, but slowly leans in for the dreaded kiss. His face riddled with embarrassment, he closes his eyes and braces himself, tensing when their mouths connect. >The kiss was...odd. It was difficult to get a decent grip as all she really had was a commissure - not that he was eager to put in the effort, but it did make it really awkward. He was more or less just pressing his lips against a flat, malleable surface with a hole for a mouth. V picks up on this as well and angles her head to make the kiss manageable. Unfortunately, it had little effect. With her mouth being the way it is, all she did was grab onto one of his lips while the other was still squished against her metal plating. >Annoyed, she pulls away. "Ugh! You call that a kiss?" >Anon was about to retort, but didn't have the opportunity to as V grabs him by the collar of his shirt and forces him into another, more lewd, smooch. >V throws caution to the wind as she forcefully invades his mouth and assaults his tongue with her own. Immediately upon contact, Anon realizes that her tongue was scarily similar to that of a human's. It might be because of murder drones being built differently, but he couldn't help but wonder if Uzi had a tongue like this as well. >The two initiate a dance, with one side being reluctant while the other had hunger to her movements. Their tongues wrapped, lapped, and struggled in their attempts to overpower the other, but in the end it was V who came out the victor. She presses her assault, continuing to dominate the poor human as her taste buds dance in the succulent sweetness of pleasure that dripped from their heated mouths. >Anon closes his eyes as he tries to push out what was happening, attempting to imagine himself anywhere else, but the longer the kiss dragged on, the more his hormones began to flare. His carnal instincts were taking over, eroding his resistance to a point he was barely struggling at all, even going so far as letting out a moan. >V presses into Anon, her smaller, curvaceous form pinning him against the wall as she explores more of his mouth. The human didn't seem half bad when it came to kissing, at least when it involves tongue. Maybe if she did this with him more often, she could teach him a thing or two on how to properly please a woman. >V then decides to grab him by the back of his head and delve her tongue further in his mouth, slithering past his and into his throat. This knocks him out of his lustful stupor and he starts gagging. >Now having his oxygen cut off, he tries to push V off of him, but with no success. V was completely out of it, oblivious to his struggles as she pressed into him further, almost crushing his body while her thoughts dwell on her partner's unfamiliar taste. >He was different from a Worker, obviously, but there was something more to him than she initially realized. She didn't know how else to explain it, but this human was...delicious.
>>162117 >She barely registers something furiously hitting her on the back. She pulls back and breaks the kiss, her elongated tongue slipping out and hanging loosely from her mouth. She breathes for a few seconds, her hot breath steaming from her maw as she slowly comes to. >She stands there absentmindedly as she licks the inside of her mouth. She could still find bits of his taste and lapped up whatever she found. >That was...new. >She never experienced something like that before. It was similar to when she first landed on Copper-9, but...stronger. The more she tried to put it into words, the less she started to understand it. It felt like it was deep within her being, far below to the point where she couldn't conceivably determine what resided at the bottom. >She decides to ignore it for now and tunes back to reality just in time to witness Anon spit on the floor. >'Oh please, I don't taste that bad.' >She smirks at him - "Not bad for your first time~" - and then fixes her appearance, brushing her hair and straightening out her jacket. "You should thank me for giving you some practice for when you and the little freak decide to suck face." >He glares at her as he stands to his feet. "I did what you asked, so now we're done." >She snorts - "Done? I never said this was a one time thing." >Anon's glare is replaced with a look of shock before switching to fury. "That wasn't part of the deal!" >“And what are you going to do about it?" >Anon doesn't say anything as he tries to think of what to say. What COULD he do against a talking super weapon? >V laughs again. "I thought so." >She turns around, once again typing in his code and unlocking the door. She looks back at him - "Same time tomorrow at the pod~?" - and gives him a flirtatious wink before she is out of sight. >Anon watches her go, almost seething before a realization hits him. He starts to pale as his anger evaporates. He covers his mouth with a hand, a look of horror in his eyes. Now that he was of sound mind once more, he came to a realization... >He enjoyed it.
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First chapter of my story Extortion. Hope you guys enjoy!
>>162103 >”im not! I…i you fuck robots!” >”it’s different they have their own society and shit! Oh and atleast theyre fuckin bipedal!” >”how do you even fuck them!” >”anatomy adaptors!”
A long while ago, I wrote a green on /trash/ where Beretta's boyfriend was Thad's hypothetical son, Brad. My reasoning being that Beretta's entire gimmick is that she's terminally normal so maybe a good pairing with her would be the son of the most normal motherfucker on the exoplanet.
>The outpost drones treating Anon like the waste he is >Some of the drones daring their friends to ask him out and laughing when he sees through it and turns down the "offer" >Some of the other drones pretending to be his friend because they think he might go on a rampage and want to be spared >Anon considering making a trip outside the doors to get it over with, but being too weak-willed to go through with it
>"Stand down." It spoke, a low, oddly modified voice emanating from where its mouth should've been. >The technology to perfectly replicate human speech had existed for ages. This was clearly an intentional design choice to make it seem more intimidating, which, ironically, makes it seem less so. >"That is, if you can stand any lower, little man." It follows up. >It resembled less of a drone and more of a man, a very large man. It was clearly more proportional than he was but still distinctly inhuman. >If N had to guess, he'd say this thing is 7 feet tall. He doesn't have to guess, of course, because he's a robot. >He scans the oversized automaton and gains the following information: >It stands a height of 1.98 meters. >It's running at a cool 70 degrees Celsius. Cool for a DD's standards, at least. >Surprisingly, this previously unseen unhinged creation is a registered model. The JCJ Enforcer Series Juggernaut 1.0 (Tampered). >"The last part is due to my unauthorized modifications." The blah-blah-whatever series Juggernaut explains, guessing N's suspicions by the raised eyebrow on his display. >However, the thought of who could've tampered with this behemoth and for what purpose never ran through his mind, as he was more concerned with why his scans were in the metric system. >"Know this: that puny little gun-arm won't do you any good. From now on, you will be very afraid, or I will teach you to be afraid." >"I must go now, I have important matters to tend to. Toodles." >There is a bright flash as the giant's soles combust and he lifts up into the air. Rocket boots. Those were the unauthorized modifications. Rocket boots. He wasn't lying, he gave himself rocket boots.
>>162107 >>162109 >>162111 >>162112 >>162115 Tip, write Cringe with a capital to avoid the filter >>162116 >>162117 >>162118 Feels like a long time since I've seen a green like this, excellent work. Although I have a few questions, why is Anon the only human/how did he get there? Also....is my boy N being cucked?
>>162103 >>162105 >"Don't you also want to fuck the robo-raptors?" >"Uh...no? Who the fuck wants to do that? Besides even I did which I don't, it would be much better than fucking a literal animals since it's a highly advanced self-learning AI that just so happens to look like a raptor." >"Sure, bro..."
>Oil stains the fallen ash >Pins the Skeleton and his crew of highly trained humans, shek and fellow Skeletons have the mad emperor Cat-lon dying in the snow >The old emperor had killed half of them before he went down >But now isn't the time to dwell of fallen comrades >Pins has a bounty to collect
>Cat-lon awakens from his death >He isn't in the ashlands >As he stands up, his rusted armor and joints creaking as he does so, he looks around at his new surroundings >Ruined skyscrapers, reminding him of the first empire after the fall >Human remains, stuck frozen where they died >And hundreds upon hundreds of... Skeletons? No >Something similar to his kind >Cat-lon looks at the ground and sees his familiar weapon and picks it up, the weight bringing him comfort >Cat-lon steels himself "I will not die again."
V this is an intervention You have to stop molesting droneanon whenever you feel jealous of N and Uzi and their cute relationship that you could have had with N if you hadn't pushed him away and abused him daily. You could have had a pill baby with him V. But you chose to be a bitch and ruined the love between you two. You deserve to be a cuck V. So leave droneanon alone and sit in your mire of depression. Alone.
>"Crikey it's cold." Mumbled Tessa >She wandered through the frozen barren land, holding a green keybug in one hand and a pistol in the other. >It was by chance that she found it and several other bits of information in that Camp. >It was not her intended target; she only had stumbled on it accidentally while looking searching for her true designation, the Labs. >But this mistake got her the key to enter the Cabin Fever Labs. >Tessa could almost call it luck.. >Or not for fact for just a fleeting moment, she witnessed a glimpse of a red eyed Drone watching her then vanishing into thin air. >A Solver Host. >She initially wanted to just avoid the sight of any of the DDs. (Actually she wanted to avoid attention all together). >But now? She almost would preferred being spotted by a DD. (Or her former friends.) >Because it knew that she was there, there was also a high chance that Cyn knew too. >Tessa had to act fast, Cyn loved toying with her prey and she couldn't waste time before Cyn actually went to her in person. >She doubted Cyn would let her escape like last time. >But before she could descend down the old, rusty stair, the keybug was ripped from her hand in a flash of red. >The same Solver Drone had finally decided to show itself by stealing from her. >"OI!" Yelled Tessa. >The Drone fled, with Tessa in hot purse suit. >She fired shot after shot with her pistol, a specially made weapon that could do much more damage than a regular gun. >Yet the Drone was quick, and the metal thief dodged blast after blast. >Normally Tessa would be appalled on reckless this was. It broke all her three rules she had set for herself. >Be quiet, careful and to avoid all confrontation if necessary. >Yet she made noise with the blasts of her gun, she dashed across icy metal. She was actively picking a fight with a Solver host. >To Tessa, it didn't matter anymore. >She didn't have a choice; lose the bug and lose any chance of stopping the madness she caused. >But rules are often not meant to be broken, and could have consequences if they are not followed. >And for failing to be careful; Tessa slipped on the frozen metal and promptly fell off the ledge. >BANG! >Tessa felt her leg snap upon colliding with a pipe. >CLANG! >A wave of agony came her arm after it was slammed into a piece of metal. >THUD! >Tessa had finally fallen to the bottom, landing into a pile of soft snow. >Cushioning her fall. >Tessa wanted to laugh at the bitter, bitter irony of her situation. >Of course there was a pile of snow that prevented her from dying on instantly impact so she could die a slow, painful and lonely death instead. >Nothing ever went her way, things just got worse and worse for her didn't they? >Tessa felt her eyes burn from the pain, exhaustion and the hopeless. >As she felt the pull of unconsciousness come to her. She did not fight to stay awake. >If she did, maybe she would have felt the soft crunch besides her.
>It was warm in her bed. >So warm, so cozy and safe. >Tessa never wanted to leave. >Suddenly her eyes snapped open, she was in her bed, in her spaceship. >How? The last thing she remembered was that her broken and battered body was in the bottom of an abandoned lab. >Despite her blurry vision and disoriented state, she noticed that her injures were all tended to. >Her leg was in a cast, same with her arm. And her cuts were covered in bandages and bandaids. >Looking around her room, she saw that she wasn't alone. >A tall lanky looking figure was digging through her medicine cabinets, pills, ointments were messily placed on the table. >While two smaller figures were sorting the other things her room, turning her well organized space into disarray. >When she realized they were drones, Tessa's blood went ice cold. >She was injured and was at the mercy of Disassembly Drones who were in her home >And they don't have mercy. >When the lanky one noticed she was awake, it approached her holding a pill and a glass of water. >Tessa whimpered, and tried to push herself farther into the bed. >The figure stopped, and seemly tried to calm her with a soft tone of words that were lost to her. >It gently put the pill into her mouth, followed by the water. >She had no choice but to swallow the pill. >With eyes feeling heavy, Tessa felt herself grow tired each passing second. >But right before she fell under, she saw the drone approach her again. > This time it looked like it had a steaming bowl of soup?
>>162097 Law is always needed, so you obviously have a more promising profession than me, so I'm glad to hear that. When I through law courses, I really wanted to drop out it all and go to the army, so I totally understand you.
>kenshi mentioned >Autism spikes Molly would run a clinic, healing people and would end up losing money because she wouldn't have the heart to charge people all that much for it
>>162168 if she didn't become a cop, molly would make for a good nurse. probably best to just work as a general pediatrician, anything higher stakes than that would probably break her poor little heart
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>“You having an attitude like this really shows how you didn’t have to work for James and Louisa back in the day.”
More of the Solverless timeline and the direct sequel to what I posted earlier this week >>160723. The joke/story here is loosely based on some theories/interpretations about Cyn being Uzi’s parallel. In this case, it is about how they are both convinced that the world is against them because people dislike them for completely legitimate reasons.
Anons how does this sound? >Kenshi takes place on a failed colony >Skeletons are the great grand daddies to modern drones, weaker and more subservient than Skeletons >The colony was one of the first ones humanity made, some time in 21XX >Cyn/the AS finds out about it after going through JCJ logs of both funtional and defunct colonies >The murder drones sent to the moon get slaughtered by the genetic freaks that inhabit the place
>>162176 Last I checked the guy on /keng/ was still working on it but those threads have sorta died. https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3225605975
>>162203 we're somewhere between the two, given we've got our own fluffies. but as far as the general aesthetic, shipping culture, and fetishposting I think we're closer to the snik fandom
>>162188 Like I said it is a play on Cyn being a dark parallel of Uzi and besides she basically treated drones and humans like a kid with a magnifying glass treats and anthill in canon anyway. Plus they went through different experiences.
The fuck is going on, I just saw a weird orange horse and a Drone somehow holding hands. Is there a gas leak in the building? I swear nothing good can come from these fucking horses
BOARDSHIP /mlp/ HAS INVADED FROM THE CHAN NEBULA I REPEAT, BOARDSHIP /mlp/ HAS INVADED FROM THE CHAN NEBULA IF YOU OR YOUR LOVED ONES FIND SMALL HORSES TO BE DISTASTEFUL PLEASE FIND SHELTER IMMEDIATELY
>>162230 >she basically treated drones and humans like a kid with a magnifying glass treats and anthill in canon anyway Did she, or did the vore demon she made a magical girl contract with?
>>162175 Drone... Y? Sorry man, I don't remember any "drone" version of Y, the chick's always been a human That's why there's no drone variant of Y in the rpg, duh
>>162255 started working out again, feeling quite productive, though right now it's late >>162256 koniaq, just for the hell of it, its cheap and just strong enough to get me wasted >>162257 Nah, I'm stupid, and I've been stupid my whole life
>>162272 How long have you been gone? Also, I don't trust that J image due to that many fucking thread wars it's been used in by baitposters, so please don't be one
>>162280 >How long have you been gone? Like 3 days. >image It's one of the only MD reaction images I have conveying disdain. What's with all the pony shit being posted? Did I miss something?
>>162281 >Pony shit It all started here from this one post >>162068 Then I and a few other Anons decided to make a Shitpost out of it here >>162100 >>162103 Then here it seems like it one particularly annoying Anon decided to bring it back up, although it's probably the same Anon as the top post >>162196 Then you know the rest followed suite
Overall however, this is the only occurrence so far in the thread
Fun Fact! Molly has had a child die in her arms during a police operation! she cried for a week but took heart in being able to comfort the girl in her last moments!
>>162288 it's a little annoying, I agree, but you'll have better luck trying to steer conversation in a different direction. for instance: if you could make the perfect Murder Drones game, but it couldn't be an RPG, what genre would it be?
>>162289 This is why I'll never accept the police officer Molly timeline over something where she picks a quieter but equally fulfilling job, she's just going to get flashbanged by more trauma right and left and she doesn't need that
>>162292 i wanna see jane and pchan get into a fistfight in walmart and then start making out after knocking over all the displays while buddy is just trying to buy groceries for the little party he planned for that night
I'm willing to bet that the demographics of the threads have turned significantly younger since when they first kicked up in summer 2023...perhaps a bit too young I'm also willing to bet that the nationalities of the users nowadays have become far less American than they were on 4chan
>>162297 nah, i know they were better, because i can roll up on the booru and see and remember all the history and how good it was, because i was there. you really just had to be there, thats the only way i can explain this to you.
>>162300 Not my Jane, that's insufficiently skrunkly (and it's not even Abby, like come on man, have some standards?) >>162304 Some posts a while ago about her being a librarian potentially, reading to kids and just sort of dozing off on the quieter days. No greens, but it seemed cozy
>>162306 In America you're either a cop cop who does cop stuff or a social worker who gets merked if anything goes sideways, neither is a great outcome for her
>>162312 And somehow I really fucking doubt you were there too. The way I remember things goes a little like this >Jane autism got a bit too out of control somewhere near November, this lead to the rise of one very angry autist and soon a few others, a thread war started >Beretta at the time was stuck getting bombarded by incestfags, Danon just gave up the character after going on a big spergout >Eventually Oogis came along and with it a ton of fucking bullshit Alot of bad autism did happen, not everything was fucking peachy
>>162320 (me) However that is not to say, that we didn't have our good moments >The threads were slow, but at a comfortable pace, they slowly picked up speed much much later >Greentexts were alot more frequent, until someone tried to cause shit about it >HoDR was the most popular OC setting, it's were I got my start as a writefag
>>162300 I have done favourite canon character polls in March '24, September '24 and December '24. There were always 50-60% Americans, never more. The other countries changed often, but are always European with a handful of Latin American exceptions.
>>162331 He was there, we also had a Tessan, Kiwi, Philippinian and Chinese, but the Japanese anon is not Japanese he said where he is from in a thread in '23
>>162320 and you’re remembering all the life and vigor in the threads back then as a bad thing? where everybody was making up their own oc up and down and writing and drawing instead of just latching on to the latest dotm? not to knock it, but for months now, the threads have just been in a cycle of everybody finding a single fascination, working it to the bones until discussion dies, and then kicking off the next best thing, where then there used to be everybody working on something different at the same time. phoenix had his giant sentinel drone universe while w-anon had his groups, merc had his goobers, etc, among countless others. how do you say what we have now can even match it?
>>162340 Please keep reading my posts instead of replying immediately. We had our ups and downs, but not everything was as perfect as you make it sound
>>162216 Well, now that pretty much all the dramafags and their normie behavior have been banned or hazed into behaving themselves true autism can flourish again, for better and for worse.