Ack ack ack ... Ack ack! Hey Friend, what's up. Time to keep talking about Drones, and Drones related stuff. Let's keep going like we always do, because it's fun. The commodities in the Booru: https://dronebooru.co The premium wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The insightful OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>185238
Ack ack ack ack ack ack Repostan >The patch worked on Nori but not in the way it did in canon >Instead of blocking Cyn from hijacking her body it trapped Cyn inside of Nori's body and locked away her solver powers >Something something Cyn ends up becoming Uzi's weird barely high functioning autistic mother
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186210 That particular drawfag is an ESL, which I am clearly not. I'm just a dime-a-dozen writefag. >>186213 >forced. I'm being honest. My interest and motivation have waned to the point where I just lurk instead of interacting with the threads most of the time. I may jump to the keyboard again, but it's unlikely. If it feels sudden, that's either on you or the threads are slowly reaching boiling point.
Ack ack ack GET READY, KIDS! TACTICAL JANE SUFFERING NUKE INCOMING >Be Jane. >Number 1 Mutant-killer of the Earth Military Forces. >Some call you the Mutie Mutilator. (nobody except yourself calls you that.) >Today, you fucked up. >And I don’t mean “embarrassed yourself in front of your crush” fucked up, no. >You FUCKED up BAD. REAAAL BAD. >On a scale of 1 to 10 on the “Fucked up” scale, you’re DEEP into the 8-digit mark and rising. >You stare deep into your reflection in the mirror, gazing into your own eyes as to keep them off that THING that has sprouted out of your backside. >You don’t want to look at it. You really don’t. >But there’s no help in denying what it is… >It’s a rat tail. You’ve grown a fucking tail. >That means only one thing. >You’ve been infected. It’s curtains for you. >No, no. Don’t say that. There’s still a chance that this can be fixed. >Maybe you can find something to hack it off…? >...That wouldn’t work, no. You can FEEL out of it. There’s blood going to it, without a doubt. You’re no doctor. Rawdogging it with a pair of scissors or something would mean you’d be found dead in a puddle of your own vein-juice. >Shit. Shit. Then what? Who’s going to do it? Who can you see to help find someone to FIX you? >Abby? No. Fuck no. What are you thinking? Abby’s DEAD. >You KILLED her. This is what the face of a murderer looks like. >NO. Focus. Get it TOGETHER, Jane! >You’re not a murderer, you had no other choice. She was turning. Just like y-- >STOP. Stop. Stop that. Don’t think like that. Ignore that. Ignore the bad thoughts. Ignore the nausea. Ignore that itching in your leg too. Breathe in… breathe out. >Back on track. Without Abby, that leaves just your actual superior (and lover,) Bonnie. >Bonnie. The one person who has endorsed, and even participated, in your mutant-slaughtering antics. >...Fuck. That’s a bad idea then, isn’t it? She’ll put you down like old yeller. >Your head’s spinning, the nausea is worsening. Worse still is that itch. >That fucking… ITCH! It’s on the leg you got bit on! >Frustrated, you pull up your pant leg to scratch whatever rash has developed there. >O-oh. Ohhh no. That’s… not a rash, is it…? >EW. EW. EW. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. >What you see makes your skin crawl, maybe too literally. It’s like a rat somehow crawled into your leg and died under your skin… Did it die? Did you just see it twitch-- >Nope. Not thinking about that. Back to the mirror. >God damn it. Why didn’t you try and tell anyone about being bit?! The damn thing was covered head-to-tail in spores, of fucking course some of them got into the wound! If you were smart you could’ve had them flushed out! >Did you really hide it just so you wouldn’t look like a little bitch in front of B? It was a fucking RAT! Sure, one with too many eyes and too many legs, but STILL, A. FUCKING. RAT. You’ve brought down muties the size of semi-trucks on your own! Admitting that a goddamn VARMINT got the drop on you would be a DISGRACE. Fuck! Fuck that! Fuck you! Fuck yourself! >Fffff… You put your head in your hands. Your nails feel unusually sharp against your own skin… >That’s probably not a good sign, but hell are you going to make things worse by checking them. >Suddenly, it feels painful to stand up straight. Must be the nausea. You hunch forwards, placing your hands on the sink to stop yourself from slipping. >...wait a second. Your hands are still… >You pull away from your own face and look down… >Protruding from your ribs and ripping through your garments are a pair of fuzzy, rodent-like limbs, holding onto the edge of the sink with their claw-tipped paws. >FUCK. >Nope, nope. You’re done. Jane.exe has stopped responding. Just close your eyes. >Close your eyes and go to your happy place.
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186230 >Alright. Good. That’s better. Eyes? Shut. Hyperventilation? Stalled. It’s a start. >Just think the world isn’t happening right now. Divorce yourself from the present. No war, no flying robot vampires, and ESPECIALLY no horrific mutations twisting your flesh into a body not of your own. >Cool, cool. Now, imagine where you’d feel like the happiest girl in the world. >...Of course. You’d be with Bonnie. You’ve always wanted to take her down to the boardwalk back where you grew up on Venus - if it still existed… >It’s sunset. You’re both wearing your helmets, a not-so-subtle indicator that, impossibly, this fantasy would take place after the war is over. It’s a nice thought. Your right leg is amputated below the knee, replaced by a prosthetic. That’s a new detail. >Both of you are chit-chatting, enjoying yourselves, playing stupid carnival games and bonding in an environment that isn’t a flesh-laden hellscape. This is nice. You wish this moment could be real. You wish it could last forever. Some part of you thinks it could, if you just held your eyes closed hard enough. >but that’s not how it goes. >you can feel them crawling. watching. they peer at you from between the planks. and soon, they are upon you. >rats. rats. rats. rats rats rats rats ratsratsratsratsratsratsrats. >they burst out from the rotted wood and circle around you, a thousand beady, hateful eyes staring into yours. you’re bigger than them, yet you feel so small in the face of their malevolence. >they crawl up your legs and into your mouth and any other orifice they can find. they make new ones, crawling in just the same. >the scene changes. the sky turns to blood. the air is clogged with the seed of the solver. in the fog, gargantuan figures trudge through the waters making their way to the shore. bonnie is still there. she’s wearing a gas-mask. behind it, you can see she’s crying. >she raises a rifle to your head. you hear a click. >and then you hear nothing at a-- >...What? What the fuck was that? >You did NOT think of that. That wasn’t you… was it? >Okay, okay, clearly you need to take a different approach. Let off some steam. Taking off the “no war” limitation. >You’re with Bonnie, again. This time, you’re both on a mission. >And you’re both absolutely fucking shit UP. >You’re surrounded on all sides, but that’s not a problem. With her by your side, you’re unstoppable. >It’s a nonstop bloodbath. A ceaseless staccato of machine gun fire. An absolutely unashamed power fantasy. If it was any more shameless, you’d both be in bikinis. Unfortunately, you’re not really in the mood for THAT kind of fantasy right now. >Swaths of muties are turned into swiss-fucking-cheese as you laugh manically. Bonnie is laughing with you. She kicks a live grenade into the yawning mouth of some frog-like beast. It promptly explodes, showering you both in blood and gore. >You’re not sure how to feel, but some part of you wishes this could last forever, just like your last fantasy. Whatever helps you cope I gue-- >click. >click click click click. >did you really think you wouldn’t run out of ammo? >even in your mind, you cannot escape this paranoia. that any shot could be your last. >you look around to realize that even with all the fire you’ve rained down, the horde hasn’t been thinned at all. worse still is the fact that they’re getting closer, closer. you’re truly surrounded now, there’s no getting out of this. >you panic. you turn back to face bonnie, but it’s too late. >she’s being carried away, ferried by a sea of twisted hands. >a tall thing picks her up and holds her overhead. >she is going to be ripped in two. you’re paralyzed, but there is a glimmer of hope. >somehow, you know you have one last bullet in your handgun. one shot. it won’t be enough to save her, nor yourself, but you will die knowing that you tried. >you raise your gun and aim… >...only to freeze as you notice something. >the mutants, they all have your eyes - every last one - and they’re all fixated on you. >you hesitate. >what a big, stupid mistake. >you can only watch as the thing tears her in two as if she was a strip of jerky, intestines raining down into its mouth. >you wail in agony as though you were the one being torn apart, and that is enough to provoke the masses. >Stop. >as they descend upon you, all you can do is sob her name. >STOP. >you barely register them getting closer as you shakily raise your handgun to your temple and pull the trig-- >FUCKING. STOP! >...Jesus christ, this isn’t working, is it?
The truth is out there! >>186231 >Yeah, you’re sorta… maybe totally fucked in the head right now. You can practically feel the intrusive thoughts bouncing around inside your skull. >At least, you hope those are the intrusive thoughts. Could be your brain boiling as your body turns into a mushy mutated pulp. >...Right. You’re still… turning. >Can’t escape reality forever, Jane. >The most you can do now is face the music. >You’re not going to mystically de-mutie-fy by just thinking hard enough about it. >... >iamhumaniamhumaniamhumaniamhumaniamhuman >... >Nope. Still itchy. >Well, it was worth a shot. >Anyways… >Even if you get all the deformities cut out, you’re still going to have to deal with the psychological effects. >If you play your cards right, maybe you can end up in a cage instead of a mass grave. >Assuming they’d even bother to bury you. >Chances are they’d incinerate you instead. Alive. >Great… just great. >...You might as well start formulating a plan to get out of here without sparking any alarms. Someone could be barging in any second now thinking you died on the toilet or something. >... >Alright. You got it. >The first thing to do once you open your eyes again is to throw yourself into the bathroom cabinet and start gnawing your way into the walls. >Then, once you’re through and in the inbetween, you’ll hang low until night comes. Nightwatch sucks, they’re too scared of the vamps to actually patrol an area larger than a cardboard box. >And THEN, you’ll gnaw your way into Bonnie’s quarters. Gently stir her awake, but not TOO awake, you don’t want her to reach for her handgun in shock. Maybe do a curtsy little gesture with your new tail and ratty limbs before POLITELY (pathetically) begging her to get someone to cut them off. >Ssssimple. Yeah. Totally foolproof. As secure as Alcatraz. >Of course, this is assuming that you haven’t changed all that much since closing your eyes. Fuck, right… >Oh well, you’ll adlib it as you go through. No point in twiddling your thumbs when you can put things into motion right now and face the consequences later. >...Speaking of, why can’t you twiddle your thumbs? >... >Oh. Ohhhh that’s bad. That’s real bad. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. >OKAY, okay. Calm down and focus. There’s still a chance - a slim one - that it’s NOT THAT BAD. Some rats are cute. You’re cute, so obviously that’d make you a cute rat. >Christ, be merciful… >On the count of three, you’ll open your eyes. Then you’ll see if it’s as bad as you think. (it won’t be! You’ve applied your foolproof logic to this!) >Deep breaths. Breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out… >One… >T-two… >Th-thhr-- >aaAAAAHHHHHHOHGODOHGODOHGODCLOSEYOUREYESGOBACKGOBACKBACKTOTHEHAPPYPLACEBACKTOTHEHAPPYPLACEBACKTOTHEHAPPYPLA--
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186230 >>186231 >>186232 You played Look Outside huh?
Ack... Ack ack ack >Jane, after the war ended, feels an emptiness in her >All the people she lost, for nothing >Starts getting into street fights, gains title of "The Rat Queen"
We come in peace. We come in peace. >>186234 The moment I first laid my eyes upon Rat Jane, I knew I had to take it to horrible grisly extents.
>>186235 yis. I mean, c'mon. I literally said so in the first image's filename. Couldn't help myself when it comes to taking inspiration from it. THE IMAGE SHIFTS. THE SCALE GROWS. THERE IS MORE.
>>186238 >A high-pitched chorus of tiny voices saying "LETS SEE WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE WE CAN GET OURSELVES INTO," squeaks out from beneath the Rat Queen's fur. >She immediately sniffs out the nearest bridge to throw herself off of.
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186194 The last three months have been an unending kill mission and I am the target The only thing I have time left for is grinding (and smash bros)
Aaaaaack! >Anon noticing the lack of new OCs that exist for the reason of existing quickly pulls an idea out of his ass >"Behold! Aqua-E! The Water Drone!", he shouts as he brings the liquid monstrosity into existence with the power of greentext >Upon being birthed into existence Aqua-E immediately dies as she splashes upon the floor due to lack of any sort of structure or material that would keep her water molecules from separating
Ack! Ack! Ack! >>186230 >>186231 >>186232 TOTALLY. ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. KINO! Damn, that's just awesome, glad to read a simply delightful greentext from you again, anon.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! Did (you) know? mutants that retained their minds are able to effect the composition of their bodies through their thoughts?
If Jane just locked in she could stop being a pile of rats and start being a cute rat girl (she won’t)
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >>186262 What if Beretta’s Solver wings were bug wings but they were like Big Chill from Ben 10 where they turn into a cloak (Jedi robes for Beretta)
Ack ack Would you be upset if there was a new episode of Murder Drones, but it was just an entire 15 minutes of N eating beans while stuff occasionally happens in the background?
Aaaaaack! >>186261 >Jane tries this. >It doesn't work, or at least not in any helpful way. >She fails to make any meaningful changes to her body, only affecting the numerous rats that reside in her pelt. >Now there's a mischief of skaven-like Janelings overrunning the base, all demanding "Bonnie Sexo! Bonnie Sexo now-now!!" Wow. Nice going, ratty.
Ack ack ack >>186259 kinda but instead of being made of oil she's made of the corpse goo that Cynwalker melted into. also since she was fused with Cyn's body she's probably got some drone bits in there too. and maybe she can't fully leave her suit because it helps her retain a humanoid form
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186273 So if Tessa's a bunch of liquid rot animating that suit, and the Absolute Solver is in Uzi's mind palace, where's Cyn?
Ack ack ack! Ack! >"Of course I know what fear is..." >"And I will tell you about it." >After these words, a murder drone learned a very important lesson >The lesson that man can be feared too
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >"I don't like this, it tastes weird." >"I know, but you have to eat it to heal." >Certain planetary governments used "Social Worker Drones" to help with the issue of disabled people who need help in the day-to-day. >Messing with the wdOS allowed a technician to unlock personality features in a drone, and these unlocked drones could often be trained to take care of someone disabled. >Technically, it voided warranty, but so did so many other things. Jailbreaking a worker, loading it up with social care training, and sending it off was a good way to deal with surplus humans without wasting time training a human to care about "disabled" sad-sacks. >This social worker drone and its assigned 'case' were currently enjoying a meal. >Said 'case' was a human with a slew of mental issues, made worse by a traumatic injury leading to brain damage. >His hand shook as he took another bite, grimacing. >"H-how's yours?" he asked her, looking across the table at the drone who prepared his food. >She was drinking oil, though she didn't need it at the moment- it helped him relate and relax, or so she'd been informed in training. >"It's good, thank you for asking," she says, smiling. >He looks back down. "Guess it's always the same. I don't know why I asked..." >"No, this does taste different, you were right to ask. It's a good different." >"Huh," he replies, not sure how to continue the conversation. >"How are you feeling?" she hazards asking. >"Still... bad. Things don't come together when I think," he replies. >The brain injury he suffered shouldn't permanently affect him, or so she understood. >With the right nutrients, his mind would eventually reform the proper pathways- his hands would stop shaking as much and he'd have less fog to deal with. >With the proper medication, he'd see a full recovery, but there was no healthcare plan that'd cover him. >Having a social worker drone tossed at him with a monthly stipend was good enough, as far as the state was concerned, and he wasn't getting the latter any more, either. >"I really... don't want to eat this any more," he insists. >"Think of it like medicine. Once you eat enough, you won't need any more-" >"That's not true! It's not gonna be good, ever!" he says, raising his voice, tearing up. >"I don't wanna preff- um, pretend it'll get better! I'm always gonna be broken. Even if the... stuff goes away." >"Oh, don't say that," the drone says, with as caring of a look as her digital display can muster. "This isn't normal, but... we'll get there." >"Y- you- you you can't say that. None of this is- good. And I can't get better. And this morning, they said-" >"Were you listening to the radio again?" his caretaker asks, frowning. >"Y-yes, you can't stop me from wanting to th- to know about... things." >"They always make it sound so much worse than it really is, you know that." >"That- no, it's that- that bad! Just look at, at... everything!" >Her hand went out to hold his, to calm him down.
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >>186282 >Sharp metal claws met jagged growths of bone extending from a sinewy, malformed hand. >"Please, calm down. We can't change what happened to us." >"B-but, but we can stop..." he says, his fivefold gaze meeting her yellow ovals. >"Just end... end it," he whispers. >"...You know she won't let us." >The former human makes a choking noise as he looks down, staring at the cuts of human flesh and brain in front of him. >Human flesh didn't taste appetizing, but it was the only thing he could eat. They'd run out of animals to hunt long ago, and he needed meat. >His caretaker drone, likewise, gave a look to the remains of the drone on her side of the table. >A human straggler rummaging through debris alone, and a very lost worker drone. She made their deaths instant and painless. It was all she could do. >Their options were to hunt others to survive, or to starve until the madness took them and they took care of it themselves. There was no guarantee their victims wouldn't suffer if that happened. >She looks back up at her assigned mutant. >Assigned no longer- the first thing she was offered upon her transformation was freedom. >He was still human then, and she was programmed to care for him. Yet when the restraints were lifted, she still cared. >The intelligence that had turned her was still as amused as if she had set upon him. By its rationale, he would be dead soon enough anyway, but watching her try to save him would be fun, too. >She did her best. Kept him safe from prowling abominations, against her own kind... >Yet when that thing grabbed him and puked a storm of bile and viscera onto him, she was too weak to help him. >He survived, though not unchanged. Not human, not any more. >Sure, in the right light he could pass for human. His extra two eyes could hide under his bangs, his arms would need covered, he'd need to walk carefully to avoid giving away his one digitigrade leg, his teeth were too sharp so he couldn't talk... >But it was rarely worth the effort. He'd be killed on sight by any actual humans who caught him out. >He had been killed once. His absence almost broke her, but at least he would find peace in death... >Then that thing found out what happened. She watched him being stitched together anew from a mound of corpses, back to before. Not human, never again, but unhurt. >That monster then told them a way out of his predicament, or at least half of it. >Brains were the key. Eat enough and his would be fixed. About 100 should do. >He wanted to deny that deal, but he had to eat people already, and his caretaker insisted he take his medicine, no matter what form it came in. >This was his 14th brain, and he could barely stomach it. They were getting no easier to consume. >"I hate this." >"...I do, too. But we'll take it one day at a time. You'll be feeling better before you know it." >"And then what? There's no fuh- future in this for us. Or anyone, it's all bad. I hate it..." >"We have to do what we can." >The two sit in silence for a moment, in the dilapidated ruin that used to be someone's house. >"There's a generator in the garage, it still works. Once we're done with dinner, want to find a movie we can watch?" >"Sure," he says, nodding, then making a disgusted face as he digs more grey matter out with a fork. >Maybe one day things could be better. Maybe, one day, he'd forgive himself for what he's become. >He couldn't see it happening, but hope was all he had.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186282 >"Man, that's so cute." >>186283 >"For fuck's sake..."
Anon, you again gave me the carrot and then kicked me in the balls with all your might. That's just awesome greentext.
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186287 THAT NIGGA CYN. SHE'S ONE OF ROBOSATAN'S GREATEST SOLDIERS, MAN! SHE'S A DEMON. AN ACT OF GOD NEEDS TO COME DOWN AND SMITE THAT CHILD OF LUCIFER THIS INSTANT.
I don't want to come off as arrogant here, but I'm the greatest botanist on this planet. >>186292 I need to know about the enforcer drones so I can properly tag them on the booru
Ack-ack ack ack! >>186275 >>186277 could also be neat if the original Cyn was somewhere in there with her because it's both their bodies, but either works
Ack-ack ack ack! >>186297 What if there were aquatic disassembly drones that were like mermaids and they fight aquatic sentinel drones that were like diving suits? And I guess WDs would be like crustaceans
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186282 >>186283 yeeesss YEEEESS AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA YEEEEEESSSSS! THE MUTANT AGENDA SPREAAADS!! great work, anon. Love me a "From bad to worse" story.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186304 >she slowly becomes more human shaped as she calms down That's mostly the pelt-rats slowing down their squirming and her trying to stand up as straight as she can. Sorry pal, but you can't hurt/comfort her opposable thumbs back.
Ack... Ack ack >Tessa Elliot is having a nice daughter n father business trip in space >She doesn't remember her father ever taking her along with his business meetings >She doesn't remember getting on the spaceship >She doesn't remember what/who this business trip is for >She doesn't remember where her mother is >She doesn't remember ever seeing him take his spacesuit off
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186312 >She ends up growing new rat-growths where her thumbs would be to act as new ones. >They squeak a lot, bite anything that touches them, and are overall REALLY gross to look at. >You can hear their spines snapping and fusing back together whenever she bends them. There, you happy now? Is this what you wanted?! THUMB-RATS?!?!
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186320 Eventually she will get back to normal by replacing every cell in her body with a cell-sized rat and configuring them into the shape of a Jane
Ack ack ack! Ack! Wow Janes just GOTTA have everything doesn't she? Abby's a mutant so now Jane has to randomly become a mutant despite having zero characterization as one previously? Just fucking wow, Jane is fucking unoriginal and overrated.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186326 Apparently her crying black stuff in some early drawings of her was supposed to be a hint that she got Solverized to a degree, but no one picked up so it fell by the wayside until an Anon asked how she's fine out in the volcanic ash hellscape of Copper-9 without protection.
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186329 He's doing fine, although he's been stuck in SD-P's limo without food or water for about a year now.....someone should check on him
Ack ack >>186322 This post seems off. Blink twice if you’re one of the poor soldiers consumed by snek Abby, condemned to an eternal fate as part of her length.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186316 What?
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186338 I'm busy tagging some of the tagme posts on the booru since I'm bored as fuck and would like to contribute to it more than just shilling my shit.
Ack... Ack ack ack ack! >Due to the acts of a very desperate Anon who was fucking with forces beyond his mortal understanding, J has made it into the real world >But not only has J made it into the real world, history itself has been rewritten to have J.... >AS PRESIDENT What happens under J's 4 year presidency?
We come in peace. We come in peace. >>186342 (me) Because I don't feel like waiting. Could someone please re-post this question to the /co/ thread for shits and giggles?
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186327 >the only way for Jane to gain control over her rat physiology is to climb up witch mountain and talk to the wise hermit Zach, only his hypotheticals can put her rats back together
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186345 >30 pages of stuff since i last checked Yeah, and a whole lot of tags in a system I'm not 100% familiar with Fun
Ack ack ack ack ack ack Surprised and kind of glad people "liked" the social worker drone story. I can't draw, so please imagine a picture of them eating dinner at a table, before and after the war.
Ack ack ack ack ack ack ack >>186313 >Tessa had the same old nightmares every time she slept. >First she would arrive at a party(?) in her home. She was never meant to be there. >The partygoers would look at her with surprise while her parents looked at her with frustration the moment she entered. She should have stayed away >Then N appears in the front of the room. Was he always like this? >Cameras(?), bright yellow lights and claws flash behind him. She couldn't have stopped it. >All hell then breaks lose; screams, cries with awful tearing noises are heard as the partygoers are attacked by an unseen presence. She was so stupid. >And the end, N or what seems to be him anyway, has Tessa restrained by his lanky, crab like claws. >He's wearing... .... >It smiles at her and mockingly brushes it's 'hand' on her head. >"Don't worry buddy." It says in a horrible, robotic voice. >"This is just a bad dream." >Tessa awakes in a cold sweat. >Already the memories of the dream are fading from her mind. >The fear, the fear that no ordinary nightmare can ever produce, linger. >But she cannot remember why.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! I hear Dr. Holly couldn’t figure out how DD arm apertures work, so she called up her buddy Shockwave and 2 weeks later sentinel drones had functioning weapons systems The secret? transformation cog technology.
Ack ack ack ... Ack ack! Finally got one of my ideas for a new Negev greentext out of the way. Decided to cut out the exposition dump that would have made up a second act to it, distill it to the essentials in another section. Gonna be putting Doll's lines in quoted brackets in my greens from now on. Going back and forth to DeepL was getting to be a hassle.
>The black wraith stuck another crepe paper purple hyacinth into a bouquet. Breaking away from her work, she grabbed the nearby oil can on the desk and drew more of its contents into herself. After a couple hours of work, she was almost done. >For the first time in over twenty years, Doll felt tired. >Negev stood by the wall, watching Doll with concern in her ever-weary eyes. "Uh, I could do that for you. I already made creepy paper flowers in art therapy for years." >"[I need to do this on my own,]" the ghost said as she started on another hyacinth. >"A-and, I think working while... keeping a body together this long is taking a lot out of you. Y-" >"[Good,]" Doll groaned as she finished the hyacinth's stem. An awkward silence descended as she started another hyacinth. "[And what's creepy paper? You mean crepe paper?]" >"I, uh, never knew how it was pronounced until you just said it. I only ever read it for years, then Doctor Novak kept saying it as creepy paper, and it just stuck for me." Negev scratched the back of her head as her body entered the posture it just naturally wants to stand in: pigeon toed (like a flustered anime girl, as Grandma described it), knees buckled and pointed inwards (ditto), hunched over, arms hanging limply at her sides. "Like how Doctor Chapman got me calling those clips you put on bags of batteries cow clips." >Doll continued work on this next hyacinth. "[I like Novak and Chapman. They make you laugh.]" >"Yeah, they're good guys..." Negev drank some oil from one of the canteens Mother had gotten her for Christmas (what was her angle there...?), as Doll finished the hyacinth and put it in one of the bouquets. "Are you done yet?" >"[I'm done...]"With that, Doll's constructed body imploded on itself, the oil sucking away into a void that was quickly revealed to be her hollow chest. Bags were visible under her eye. Said eye glanced over to the youngest of the Doorman children. "[Don't pity me, Negev.]" >"... So, who are the flowers for?" Negev asked. >"[Two people who are dead because of me,]" Doll explained, her head hanging in shame. "[Looking back, I don't even know why I killed them...]" >"I've been there when I black out," Negev reassured her first friend as she shuffled over to her. Not picking up that Doll's back involuntarily went ramrod straight, she gave her ghost friend an awkward reassuring hug. "I knew that was going to just pass through you, but I did it anyway 'cause I'm a gremlin," Negev said, that thought having slipped through a gap in her inner monologue's filter. >Doll recalled what Negev's blackouts looked like from the outside. Negev's body twisting and splitting open, the bestial thing she was under her thin layer of normal woker drone-ness screaming in agony as she burned from the inside. The maulings that Negev's victims narrowly survived-when Negev didn't kill them nigh-instantly anyway-only because of her own interventions, telekinetically pulling them to safety while the orderlies had Negev distracted. Lucy trying to escape Maintenance & Repair again in the chaos. The faintly audible screams of terror coming from behind the blast doors of the DD wing as they felt the Absolute Solver's power radiate from Negev. Negev's moaning as her head swam from the magnets and her neck burned against the silver-plated mancatcher, looking at Doll like a confused little girl before the orogastric nozzle provided enough oil to quench her overheating internals and sleep mode took her. >"[... That reminds me, have you taken your meds yet?]" >Negev took her backpack-old, beat up, bat wings on it-off and pulled out a pill bottle. "Can't forget," Negev said as she swallowed a couple of soft ferrite pills. "Mom drilled it in me that I have to remember them myself when I'm ou-" Negev froze up as her eyes went hollow. >Doll snrked.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186366 >"[And all this time I thought you saw me as your mom,]" she teased, Negev shrinking and blushing as Doll smiled in a way she rarely had after her parents' murders. "[Maybe now that you're out, I can fill in for that nurse when you wake up?]" >"Bite me!" Negev fumed. "You know I'm always still sedated when I call either of you Mom!" >"[So why did you just call her Mom?]" Doll giggled. "[Also, you talk in your sleep, and I've heard you call both of us Mom then too.]" Negev made a sustained, high pitched whine of embarrassment as she shrank further into herself, her hands withdrawing into her sleeves as she crouched. The ghost's smile softened. "[Thanks, Negev. You always keep me from brooding too long.]" She offered Negev a symbolic hand up. >"Welcome..." Negev said as she "took" Doll's intangible hand and got back up, the blush fading from her visor. "Y'know, sometimes it's not so bad seeing everything. I never would have met you if I couldn't... or Hope, or Amda, or Emily, or Rebecca... but I'd miss you the most." >Doll wanted to say something about how all three of Negev's moms love her very much, but decided not to bring up Uzi right now. There was time for that later, when she told her about Uzi's excitement when she figured out how to resurrect the souls in her possession... and Uzi's despair when she learned why so few thought it was worth it, when Doll told her she didn't think she deserved to live again. "[So who's going to be your escort? Mac again?]" >"Nah, he has that date with Jenna he doesn't want Beretta finding out about. Grandma's taking me." Negev tapped her fingers together. "So, should I take the... now...?" >"[Now's a good time, yes,]" Doll said. Gently, Negev picked up the bouquets and the two left her bedroom. ... >Nori was on the couch when the guest bedroom door opened, finishing up adding openings for her wolf ears to her hardhat. "Hey Negev, hey Doll," she said without looking up from her work. Satisfied with how the modifications looked, there was one final test. She put the hardhat back on. It felt perfect. "How do I look?" >Doll tried and failed to stifle a laugh that would have sounded utterly foreign to anyone who knew her when she was alive. "You look fine, Grandma. Doll loves it too," Negev informed Nori. >Nori frowned slightly. Though she couldn't hear or see Doll when she doesn't have a body, the vibes she was picking up from her felt... not quite like her loving it. >Eh, close enough. >"We hitting the columbarium while it's still early enough in the night to not seem completely creepy that we're there?" the elder Doorman asked. Negev nodded in confirmation. >And with that, the three left. Quietly. Khan was playing Factorio elsewhere in the room, and he had been in the zone for the last four hours and they didn't want to disrupt that.
Ack ack >Be Sentinel mech >Get taken down and pilot nearly dead >Accept dying with him >Suddenly your cockpit gets pried open by… >Ivory >She tells you that neither of you are dying on her watch
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >>186379 she either has the most meticulous, hyperspecific brewing setup known to man, or she has the strongest instant coffee on the market
Ack ack >>186379 Henry asks for black, but adds two cubes of sugar once he's in his office. He did eat a cup of raw beans in front of someone once for intimidation purposes, though. Holly has a special blend... of caffeine tablet. If she has to drink coffee, she drinks whatever's available. It's a productivity tool to her.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186382 Sometimes there's a considerable backlog to go through, and the easiest way to do that is post it all and sort it out later.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. I wonder if snessa children would look like a average lamia while the other look like a xcom viper
Ack ack ack ack ack >>186384 >John Black, two cups boiled down to one. It tastes awful. >Jane Has never had it outside of MRE instant coffee. Drank soda before the war. >Bonnie Used to be a minor coffee snob before the war. She keeps a moka pot in her kit, hoping she'll get to use it again one day. >Pavo Doesn't drink, but learned to make a cup for his technician. He's damn good at it, though it'll be a while before said technician admits that.
Ack! Ack! Ack! >It was that time where you were out of the house. >Uzi worked fast to pick the lock to your reinforced door while keeping an eye out for any prying eyes. >Once the lock had been picked, she rushes in, with purpose. >She goes straight to your room, having already memorized the layout by now, and makes her way to your dresser. >She opens them one at a time. >"Nope." >"Nuh-uh." >"More hentai." "No- AH-HA!" >She swipes your undergarments in her polymetal mits and brings it up to her face.
*SNIIIIFFFFF*
>"Ohhhh Robo-Jesus..." >She takes another of your undergarment and huffs, and then another, and another, her processor soaring in the clouds as she satiates her needed fix of your musk. >"What are you doing?" PANIC.EXE! >You stand in the doorway with your arms crossed, glaring daggers at the gremlin before you as she slowly turns around. You knit your brows when you see her cheeks were bulged. >She then swallows...slowly. >"Uhhh... what's up?"
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186389 >Abby manages to make military-grade instant coffee surprisingly pleasant. she used to brew an entire pot's worth in case anyone visited her quarters– but stopped when most of it kept going to waste.
Ack... Ack ack ack ack! >>186382 >why is there so much stuff untagged I want to say one of the admins/jannies bulk-upload stuff with basic (or no) tags. There's a big chunk of Alice pics that don't even have her NAME
Ack ack ack ack >>186390 Anon narrows his eyes before grunting "Get out of my house you little shit. I'm telling your dad about this." >Uzi scampers out of Anon's home like her life depends on it >Anon opens up his underwear drawer "Where the fuck is all of my underwear?!"
>Uzi walks down the bunker halls aimlessly, she thinks it makes her look cool and mysterious >It doesn't >Anon jogs past her doing his daily exercises, Uzi scoffs at his feeble human body and it's need for constant labor induced maintenance >And then she sniffs the air >Her CPU gets fried briefly >She just smelled unfiltered Anon Musk™ >She puts 2 and 2 together and realizes that Anon is going commando and vows to steal and definitely not accidentally eat all of his new underwear
They come in peace! >Be Roland. >Your colony's got a lot of oddities cropping up. >You have two people you suspect are humans on your "To Investigate" list---John and Jane respectively. >You've never seen them drink oil. >You've never even seen them secretly long for affection from the humans who *do* visit the colony! >You would long for such affections but you are too consumed with your obsession to become your colony's greatest investigator to care. >That's not even to mention that other Worker girl---Emily---and how much of a skinophile she is. >You're quite sure that she's either hiding humans in her dorm or going outside on Sunday's to meet with them instead of going to the old church outside like she says she does. >You've assigned this Saturday to be the day you investigate this so-called "John and Jane" to sniff out if they're legit. >Friday's tomorrow, so you need to be in your studies by then to listen to ancient-era jazz, sip refined oil, and lay on your dorm's velvet couch with a scarlet artificial silk robe tied on the wrong way. >Sunday's for investigating Emily, who you KNOW must have at least one human hiding in her room, and who-knows-how-many meeting her on the outside during the day.
Part 1/?
No idea if this should continue either to be honest.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >pavo wearing daisy dukes >pavo accidentally splitting his tight jean shorts down the middle when he bends over >he's not even trying to be sexy, he's just embarrassed that this keeps happening >turns out, pavo has no idea how to do laundry and keeps shrinking his clothes by accident
Aaaaaack! >Tessa was alive. >During a heartfelt reunion, some questions were asked. >"Boss. Why did you stay away from so long?" >Tessa's entire demeanor changes and she looks down in shame. "J. I-" Tessa began before being cut off by Uzi's tail >"[Mocking giggle] [Me and Tessa were busy playing together]" >J's expression was blank. >"Tessa. What is it talking about?" >"[We played so many games.] [Small games, big games, child games, adult games]" >Upon hearing "Adult Games" J's eye twitched. >"[Snicker][You can play with her now J..][Just remember I played with her first] >[And when she is sleeping; she's going to be thinking of me]" >J's enraged scream could be heard from miles away.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186409 >Curiosity gets the better of J >She asks Tessa about these "adult games" >Tessa shamefully drags the drone to her room >Then turns on an original X-Box >J sighs in relief, it's just Halo >Brute Force loads up >What the fuck? >Cyn's depravity truly knew no bounds.
Ack... Ack ack I want more r63 Tessa >Male!Tessa wakes up in the middle of the night, hungry for a midnight snack >He sneaks a peek at the corner of his room to see if J is awake or not >Thankfully she's on her charger in sleep mode >Tessa snickers quietly to himself as he sneaks out of his room and down the hall to the kitchen >Just as he opens the fridge door someone speaks up behind him >"What do you think you're doing?" >It was J
Ack ack ack ... Ack ack! remember to put out a plate of cheese for Jane before going to bed. in return you may find silly knickknacks and effigies made out of buttons and popsicle sticks when you wake up.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! Scaries drones stories: >If you are using the bathroom a drones might show up with red and blue toilet papers and ask "red or blue?" >If you say reds, AM shows up and kills you for calling him rapebait >If you say blues, Pavo falls through the ceiling and breaks your neck with his ass >If you try to trick the drone by saying yellow, Switch kills you for being syndie tator >The only way to escape is to gives the drone kiss and leave without wiping ass, which is gross
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >fans are clogged >ask a human to take some compressed air and blow out my internals >as he does so I cum on the spot, splattering his arm in thick femdrone cum I'M GOING INSANE! WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY!
Don't run, we are your friends. >Drone asks me to blow her internals out with compressed air >I do so >Some sort of gunk shoots out onto my arm and she makes this weird noise >Then she stares at me, making more weird noises before running away Did I hurt her or something?
Ack ack ack >>186413 >Male!Tessa turned fearfully toward the suddenly appearing drone >He realizes from the LEDs on her display that she is annoyed >Really annoyed >"I just..." >But before he can reply, J sighs irritably >"Go to bed, I'll get you something to eat." >The embarrassed boy has no choice but to bashfully lower his head and follow the order of maid drone >"Yes, Mother..." >Instantly realizing her embarrassing mistake, male!Tessa squealed and ran out of the kitchen, leaving the surprised drone alone >After standing for a moment longer and finally nodding to decide something for herself, J smiles smugly >"Not bad."
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186425 >From the book "One thousand and One more ways to have immoral sex with a human without raising suspicion" >Authored by Emily Preacher >Co-authored by Uzi Doorman
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186432 It's such obvious bait that I'll fall for it purely on principle.
Ack... Ack ack ack >J waking up in the middle of the night to (quietly, very quietly) vent to R63 Tessa while he's asleep >among her issues: even if they could be together (and they can't), J is still depressed she can't have children
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186441 >Till a realization comes into her head >If she can't have children with male!Tessa, she can have male!Tessa's children! >They will literally be like male!Tessa, only different! >She just needs to find the right mother >And then get rid of her
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186444 Pillar-chun once again thinks he is the most important part of community and boils over when someone discusses something he doesn't like, namely OC's.
But overall when he shuts up it's a pretty nice place with newfags.
We come in peace. >>186449 Ah, I see. Can see how /co/ is better for just discussion of the original show's episodes while PlusChan ends up much better for making up new stuff and "MD Culture"
ack ack... Ack ack ack Mutant Jane is dumb Jane doesnt have to have everything, she has her niche and does well in it. Soon she might as well be a secret sentinel, or whatever
Ack ack ack >>186456 As the writer of the big, smelly, girthy greentext at the start of the thread, I just wrote it because I thought it was a neat "what-if" scenario and provides poetic justice to the stinky lesbian war criminal we all love and hate. i don't really stress myself about the threadlore "roles" of characters, i just like to write stories about them in situations they'd react to in whatever way they would. taking a character out of their element is always fun - that's like the crux of the hero's journey or whatever. It's fine if you don't like it, anyways. Different strokes for different folks, I guess?
...oh hold on i gotta act inflammatory to this post, don't i? Uhhhh, you stupid poopoo head of dunder, I am going to mutate all of your faves and there's NNNNYUTHING you can do to stop me. you only say what you say over the internet because if this was real life i'd slap you around like a wet pool noodle. Live in fear of my divine authority, pest. End post.
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>186389 >DDanni Never gotten the chance to had actual coffee other than the MRE shit they give back when she was a human. >Buddy. Fucking just snorts that shit like its a line of crack. The major altercations to his brain chemicals and body nerves as a side effect of being a part of one of the federation’s rushed super soldier experiments changed his messed his wirings up.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. Aliceanon, look at this.
Ack! Ack! Ack! >>186486 I'm not Aliceanon, but every time I think of her, the term "Wendigo" comes to mind. Her design, mannerisms, the "Antlers". What's missing is the entire cannibalism bit and a Deer Skull
Ack ack ack ack >>186486 I know, I am seething so hard about the creator of that having made such a good model, I wish I would have gotten into Blender 5 years ago already so I could do that stuff. >>186487 Absolutely, feral Alice is so hot, not just in purely animalistic way which she definitely has, also her personality and sounds are wild and hot, the entire Wendigo aspect makes it even better. She kind of is, I was gonna write something longer about it but am in a parking lot rn, but she is a sort of half wendigo. She didn't kill innocents as far as we know, and didn't literally committ cannibalism (maybe her first concept art/her possible different initial role would have been crueler and more Di-like, but V is already Di so Alice was made into somthing more original), but she 'went crazy' from isolation and severe enduring hardship, and she did cannibalize corpses and DDs for parts. So half Wendigoesque, thankfully tho, she has the post 2000 Wendigo design and not the OG which is terrible.
I don't want to come off as arrogant here, but I'm the greatest botanist on this planet. >>186291 >SHE WAS THAT, BRO! IF SHE WANTED YOU OUT OF THERE, SHE WAS GON DO IT HERSELF ON FEET, BY HERSELF! >thats not drone, man, you not regular, man! clanka was the devil, man. >One of Satan's greatest soldiers was King Cyn.
They come in peace! >>186502 I love discussing OC's, AU's and art with greentext and right now I'm just minding my own business and learning to draw, but I know the discussions will be active in the evening.
Ack! Ack! Ack! Does anyone have any idea as to how the Liquid Buddy clone looks like? Where would his clone barcode be? Actually, what does Buddy even look like?
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186512 Buddy already has about a few intorpritations that drawfags have given him, but as I see it, he's generally a fairly young man(you can write it off to various experiments and all sorts of combat drugs) with disheveled hair and unkept stubble.
I would put the barcode on his chest, not between, but in the middle of one of his breasts. Just if he dies, it's unlikely that DD or a mutant would cut off his chest on purpose, and if there's nothing left of his breasts, there's nothing left of the rest of his body either.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186516 What if Rebecca wasn't a slut and only acted like one to manipulate boys into giving her what she wants in exchange for sex but blueballing them by asking for more?
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186512 Im guessing clone buddy is based off Buddy during VSOTF time. I imagine that the clone is more military of a military cut and shave in comparison to normal buddy.
The truth is out there! >>186502 I like drones. Workers and DDs. The raptors are neat too. There are very few places to post drones that aren't braindead like Reddit or twitter. Or worse, tumblr. I'll pass by boring stuff being posted until I see drones.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186530 Nah, its also effect humans too, poor Larry got infected by drone HIV
Ack ack ack ack >>186516 Darren must've had one hell of an antivirus/antimalware setup in his systems if he's dating Rebecca. It's kind of funny to think about the possible interactions between the background/side characters. His outfit suggests he's one of the school sports players (varsity jacket like Thad's), maybe he's friends with Braidon. Braidon could be the rich, spoiled kid in the class (seems like it anyway) given he's one of the few students who had pants on. Maybe he has access to high end/experimental system protection if he's rich, but this ends up causing him to spontaneously combust from time to time. My thought being Braidon being their access to better programs since he's the rich kid and Darren's part of the clique.
... >>183105 >>183097 So once the survivors of the war for humanity's continued existence are done processing that the reason any of them are still alive was because an autistic goblin made the extremely poor decision to have a child and the autistic goblin she gave birth to made the extremely poor decision to go vampire hunting at night, how cooperative do you think Uzi is with experiments to find a more permanent solution? Would her oppositional defiant disorder flare up and she's very begrudgingly going along with human authority figures, or is she completely cooperative because she's that desperate to go back to normal-ish and not be a centipede using her own lifeless body as a sockpuppet anymore?
Ack ack... Ack ack ack Anon, what are the pros and cons of having a sentinel drone girlfriend? I just had a friend from work suggest dating, but I'd like to know what to expect because I've never dated drones(and humans too).
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186537 >if he's dating Rebecca He's not, Rebecca's with a different boy in every episode she's in. >Maybe he has access to high end/experimental system protection if he's rich, but this ends up causing him to spontaneously combust from time to time. I think it's genetic. One or both of his parents are or were also extremely flammable.
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186542 If I'll be honest with you, I very rarely post on /co/ because most of the discussion there is about either the show or canon characters and for me show discussion has already ran its course and i rarely make content of the canon characters, mostly OCs because they have stories to tell.
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186546 I forgot to mention that I started to get banned from 4chan on a frequent basis because I make a few funposts or say nigger or tranny. This wasn't always this bad in 2024 or even 2023.
I'm guessing that's the kind of thoughts that will be on the minds of the Union rulers, for a very good reason: they're fucking clueless as to how, why, and how the solver was defeated THAT way. They fought against a FUCKING GOD, and somehow survived, and they know the thing is trapped inside an autistic drone, but they're without a clue how long it'll hold it, or if it holds it at all. You can take the SCP Foundation as an example, who also encounters absolutely indescribable shit they can't do anything about and just wait for it to destroy the world.
The techies say ‘if it works, don't touch it,’ so I wouldn't touch it either, I'd just completely lock down the planet and prepare some ways to completely destroy the system and just hide the information about all this shit.
Although, fuck, that sounds so fucking crazy that only a complete idiot would actually believe that the god of the apocalypse was stopped by a goddamn autistic gremlin.
We come in peace. We come in peace. >>186551 If you assholes hadn't violated the defense agreement with us, the Union plutocrats wouldn't have taken Cersei 3, New Phaphilon, and the Distant Star away from you, and you wouldn't have had to vent your anger on a damn forum about weaving a Mongolian baskets.
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Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! “Just 20 more years post-mortem community service until I have paid my debt for “disturbing the rest of the death” by digging up graves for hair.”
>>183419 Of all the dumb skeleton gags I did with SkeleTessa I am surprised I missed this one also hoods are surprisingly annoying to draw. Sorry if it is difficult to make out that this is Tessa, the grim reaper robes kinda cover her iconic hair and dress.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186558 Who are you again? Are you with Cybersun or the Syndicate? Also Cersei 3 and New Phaphilon were minor mining outposts so they're not that significant. The Distant Star was a major source of Phoron and while that hurt our profits, we'll just retake it back from them.
Ack... Ack ack >>186542 Actual new viewers or what? If the show's getting new viewers, I'd see it in a positive light. It's nice to talk to anons who just started watching, occasionally. I remembered being a latecomer myself, it was fun when people clicked on similar wavelengths and enjoying the show for all its good and bad.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186559 Cute. Even within a simplistic art style, you can do a lot of nice stuff with it. Goes to show that it's the thought that counts.
Ack ack >“J but especially V used to be so sweet back in the day. Cyn turned out to be a horrible influence on the both of them.”
>>186220 >>186221 >>186222 >>186273 Hope you don’t mind an INCREDIBLY low-effort take on this idea (>>186567 might appreciate it though). I had other ideas with Tessa’s goop a long time ago but I abandoned the concept and I don’t have the time to work it out now.
>>186560 Yeah, I was busy with stuff and went on a holiday. Plus, I didn’t really feel like drawing for the past few weeks. But hey, I found some motivation now so maybe I will be able to work out other ideas I had.
>>186566 N, V, and J technically never "die" because of the Solver. However, they do provide most of Tessa’s “clients”.
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>186540 Protective of you. Very. They’re partners combined with bodyguards who will keep unwanted advances towards you from others away. They’re not particularly kind to anyone of Solver descent.
Do you have any Oreos? >>186568 >Doll, as the more experienced with being/doing spooky shit one of the two, has to teach Tessa how to maintain a semi-corporeal body >"Are... are bits of me supposed to be floating away like that?" >"[That's normal, yes. Lizzy likes how ominous it looks.]"
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186583 V.
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186502 The idea of automatons that do everything I say is captivating, I also find their emulation of human culture very flattering, even with their silly misunderstandings. And cause they're cute.
Ack... Ack ack ack ack! >Fun thread fact: you are not human. You are a drone. You believe yourself to be human with human memories but that is false. You are under a memetic filter to see yourself as human. Remove the flesh, show your true colors.
Ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! Hello anons, I just woke up. I had a dream about season 2 of Murder Drones released without warning and alarm. It was called Silence: Requiem and the first episode was 40 minutes long. It followed Uzi, N and Beretta on the surface of Copper-9, trying to fix some unknown issue while being hunted by some human. Half way through, they showed that the human was the doom slayer and attempting to kill Uzi for still being in control of the Solver. This little story thread was never followed further and I believe the rest of the show was atmospheric footage of Uzi, N and Beretta doing things in the snow and cities. The episode ended with an outpost door opening and showing a human standing in the doorway, only a silhouette illuminated by the lighting inside the construct. The dream was weird, and quite related to drones so I must tell it here.
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Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186603 If the canon is utter tripe, then anything (theoretically) in fanon can clear that low bar (e.g. Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Steven Universe, Star Vs). If it's anything that's middling to good, then likely not. Fanon will always be inferior unless on the rare chance you get an autist unhindered by scope bloat, lack of discipline and ego.
Ack ack ack ack ack ack guys my refurb PC isn't outputting any video, do any of those rent-a-drone places lend out IT drones? because I trust them not to fleece me more than a human tech
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186628 Unless it was the other way around. >Solver sees poor innocent Drone die and tries to revive her, make her feel wanted >Unfortunately she chose the physical embodiment of the goofiness
Ack-ack ack ack! >>186632 then how come everybody infected with the solver gets that voice and cadence? either cyn gradually lost herself or she was already fucked before tessa fished her out of a dump
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186638 There is only like 3 Labor Bot OCs in existence, one is a reskin of another OC and the other 2 where posted once and then never again many months ago
Ack-ack ack ack! >>186628 Yeah, Cyn died a factory setting drone. She had no time to develop a personality before whatever it was that killed her (most likely James and his violent fork-throwing antics). Zombie drones only self-reboot after dying the first time due to improper disposal at a dump instead of an actual disposal facility and lose their factory setting moving forward to develop their own personality. Cyn's drone corpse just happened to be the one the Solver managed to reach and in that moment, it reached a drone corpse whose systems had no personality because it died a factory setting drone like every drone tossed out by the Elliotts. Cyn is just a P/N. Tessa calls her drones by the letters of their P/N numbers. I don't even know if Liam knows the difference between product and serial number, it feels like an oversight. Unless that's supposed to imply there are drones marketed for different purposes because P/Ns pretty much mean that. Serial number is specific to an item, product number differentiates the type of things that a producer makes. A drone for construction vs a drone for housework, as an example. Like N is a drone of the 'N' product line, but canon N is specifically serial number N-0X0010010, like he's the 10,010th drone produced in his line.
Ack... Ack ack ack for anyone who wants a drone but can't quite afford the full price: a number of JCJ affiliates sell modified "brand ambassador" drones at a discounted price. effectively the company is paying a small sum towards the true cost of the drone in exchange for making it a walking billboard. most places keep the paint schemes pretty sensible so people will actually want to buy them, but keep in mind you're not allowed to paint over the ads unless you want to pay a fine
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Ack ack ack ack ack ack ack >>186648 Even the drone that stood next to the one James stabbed in episode 5 had a capacity for reaction to an external stimulus. They have no armband, meaning they weren't tossed out before. A capacity to react isn't necessarily an indication of personality. The Solver just reached a drone corpse whose last memory was reacting to James raising his hand to throw a fork with enough damage to render a fatal error.
Ack... Ack ack ack Can’t help but wonder how Pocketsteaks feels about the fact that at the start of this thread, we turned his horrible no-good failgirl into a rat, and not in the funny Cheesed to meet you way…
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >>186661 Okay I guess there's atleast 4, one is a the E reskin and the rest who haven't had any relevancy in months, archiver, W-Anon's Labor Bot, and the PhoenixAnon one.
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186663 I can't imagine him being very cheesed about it... Maybe this wasn't a gouda idea, we cheddar scram before he finds out. We might've accidentally swissed him off.
They come in peace! >>186355 >Sometime during their journey, James decided to go to Copper 9. >It was an abrupt decision from Tessa's father during their breakfast. >"We have some buddies down there I really want to see." James explained. >Tessa wasn't sure what he meant by "We" since she was sure she didn't know anyone from Copper 9. >But her memory was so hazy these days she often couldn't tell what was real or what was fake. >So when they arrived on Copper 9; Tessa was very surprised to see J, Cyn and V waiting for them. >It was more surprising how J immediately tightly hugged Tessa as soon as the Drone laid eyes on her. >Tessa didn't remember J being this touchy-feely. >She also didn't remember all three of them being tall, having tails or strange yellow bulbs on their heads.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186683 Jeebuz
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186690 it's so fucked up that Uzi had N wear Rebecca's upper half as a centaur costume and somehow trapped her robosoul in his lower half
I don't want to come off as arrogant here, but I'm the greatest botanist on this planet. It was so fucked up that doll raped Anon for being human and called it reparations for being h*man
They come in peace! >>186699 Do you have an idea for how to remove the vore demon from someone who got fused to its existing host body without killing the vore demon's latest victim?
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >bonnie hands you something wrapped in a blanket. >"Surprise reassignment, Pvt. Anon. You're on Janeling duty." >she puts it into your arms and walks off. >you look down at it and slowly unwrap it... >picrel. wat do
Ack ack... Ack ack ack >>186681 >J takes Tessa aside while her father talks with the other drones. >"Does it-he ever hurt you?" Asked J worriedly. "Huh?" >"Boss.. Do you remember what I said last time?" >Tessa didn't not know what J was talking about. This was her first time here! >But J's increasingly frightened look made Tessa pause. >Something was wrong. >"Ahem." James was behind them. >"I'm sorry. I really enjoyed our time together, but me and little Tessa can't stay too long." >With that James took Tessa by her arm and walked towards the space ship. >During take off, Tessa looked back as the 3 drones. >She saw J's face scrunched with sadness, fear and hopelessness. "Father, why do we-" Tessa began before a hand suddenly grabbed her head. >"You can't remember. I will not let you. This was all just a dream." >Everything went black. >And Tessa awoke in her bed, the "dream" quickly fading from her memories.
Ack ack ack ... Ack ack! >>186697 I suppose that's the sort of expression you make when an autistic, elder-god worker drone has crawled up your butt and is living inside of you, biding her time.
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>186724 Consuming all life on Earth and trapping our souls in a near perfect simulacrum of the 21st century, all while documenting her escapades in the form of a dramatized webseries known as Murder Drones, under the pseudonym Liam Vickers. …Oops, I said too much, didn’t I?
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >you are serial designation N >Uzi asks you if you like sounding >your programming compels you to remind her that you love doing anything >"okay, take your cock out lol"
ack ack... Ack ack ack >Saw this video and was reminded of that green where Uzi turns JNV into cores and keeps them as pets. Uzi waking a grumpy J core.
Ack ack y'know how they've got junkyard dogs? turns out they've got junkyard drones, too– and apparently they don't just guard the place but also help process all the junk, supposedly by eating it.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186757 >repurposed grunts and DDs are affectionately known as 'rust gnashers'. >Namely because they'll tear apart any crusty old tub in seconds if they're hungry/on the job.
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186761 So he can get around without being able to leap away or hide or get into the vents. It's like handcuffs, but for a headcrab.
Ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! >>186760 >Then she starts seeing them as roommates. Forced to be roommates with a emo drone with a F in social interactions. What a sad fate.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >Droneanon somehow ends up in Alice's lair >She keeps him strapped to his gurney and talks to him >She's so lonely that she keeps him as a prisoner just to have someone to talk to other than Beau >Don't get her wrong, Beau is a wonderful pillbaby but she wanted someone who can actually respond to her ramblings >Not that she lets droneanon speak most of the time, she's too busy rambling
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >steals your basketball drone
Ack-ack ack ack! >>186793 >Do you think Cyn [wild and convoluted thing that would take way too much time]? Nope. Heart stabbed out, corpse repurposed as to not break the promise of not discarding.
Ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! >>186797 Cyn had big-ass claws at her disposal that would most likely make the kind of gaping wound we see on Cynwalker. Given the amount of patchwork needed afterwards, the repurposing of her corpse was also not very clean either way, but when you're working with giant claws you don't get precision.
Ack ack ack ... Ack ack! >>186790 i'd sure like to pop her cherry, huhuhuh... ...on second thought, i can't tell if it's a guy or not. Can't see the legs good enough... Well, I guess I'll do it anyways.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186802 >Uzi sucks your soul out through your dick >Now you're in her tail >You have to convince her or someone else to put your catatonic body on ice before it dies, so that you can be put back in when she gets over her human murder phase
Ack ack ack! Ack! I wonder if DDs can taste the differences in people’s blood… Does each blood-type have a different taste? Do diabetic people taste sweeter? Do solver mutants taste spicier? The possibilities are… admittedly pretty limited but still fun to think about.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186817 >>186818 >>186819 >>186820 >>186822 >>186823 >>186824 >>186825 This things is the best new MD content ever, feels still unreal. Poor Beau, but the rest? Genuinely peak, every single night for 17 months now I always eventually come to think about this greater scene in 6, and how it could have gone different, seeing somebody actually draw one of these ways in such good style (and speed!!!) is incredible and inspiring. I should do much more by myself, it's just that the reveal of Cyn having been there all along is a problem I never found a way around yet, so I mostly just had Alice, Uzi and V in these scenarios, which are very limited
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. Pee
Ack ack ack ack >>186283 >Clovis and SC sat in a waiting room, surrounded by humans and drones alike, waiting for their number to be called. >It was strange to imagine they'd ever be in such a situation again, but here they were. >The Union, in part of one of their many attempts to return life back to normal, would honor old medical claims if any evidence they existed was on their databases. >And thanks to this being a sanctuary colony, where Class A mutants (those whose presence wasn't extremely grotesque or harmful to humans) could live in "harmony" with normal people, Clovis had the opportunity to get his government benefits back. >Not like he could get a job. >The signs of improvement were there, but his hands still shook a bit, words were still a bit hard. Bad enough for physical and mental labor to be out of the question. >He'd eaten 65 brains before the news got to them. A pamphlet, scattered by an autonomous craft flying around the planet, telling them the war was over. >It took them some time to figure out what to do with that information, but they eventually found their way here. >"Fuckin' mutie. Mutie trash," someone muttered in the waiting room. >Clovis glanced over to see the worn, bearded face of what was unmistakably a veteran, his old fatigues marking him as belonging to a unit that likely no longer existed. >"That's right, mutie. How many eyes you lookin' at me with right now? Fucker. You and your murder drone friend." >Clovvis looked at his number. C83. >"Now serving. C. Fifty. Six," chimed a stilted voice that he could swear was the same one he'd heard so many times before the war. >"You should be dead, fuckin' Solver filth shit mutant." >Not too far from the man sat an old lady, occupying herself with knitting. She gave him a sharp look and went back to knitting. >Clovis wondered if she was more upset at the insults, or just the swearing. >"Hey, freak shit. Open your mouth, show me your teeth. I wanna see if you got any keepers. For a necklace." >Clovis looked at SC, his social disassembly drone, who gave him a compassionate look. >Under her eyes, her visor lit up with the text "don't let him get to you! :)" >"That your fuckin' trophy wife? Sex toy? I know you hear me." His voice was just low enough not to disturb everyone else, not to get escorted out for causing a scene. >"This city's gone to shit 'cause of your kind. Union shoulda had you all lined up and thrown into the sun." >Clovis was getting tired at this point. The man had an inexhaustible supply of vitriol to spout. Even if most of it was just the word "mutie" over and over again. >Mutie was an insult from a comic book, wasn't it? >"Now serving. B. Twenty. Five." >"Mutie mutie mutie. Murder fuck toy drone. Woulda killed both your asses in the war." >Factually untrue, Clovis thought. This man wasn't part of any super-soldier program, which tragically made him cannon fodder. >That thought didn't spark any joy. Even after his... change, he continued rooting for humanity, but there was no hope in that war. >Of course, humanity won. Somehow. As far as he could tell, not even the government really understood why. >Clovis celebrated with a 12-gauge, only to learn that he was still as unkillable as ever. >He would have kept trying, finding something that could kill him- but the look he saw on SC's face as his head knitted itself back together was enough to stay his hand.
Ack-ack ack ack! >>186837 >"Solver sucker. Abomination. Freak shit. Meatface." >Odd insults. Was Clovis really the one with brain damage here? >He exhaled, smiling a bit at that little joke. >"What's so fuckin' funny? Huh? Tell me, bitch." >Clovis looks to SC again. >"think happy thoughts!" her visor tells him. >Sometimes, it was easy to tell her therapeutic routines were copy-pasted from help books. >Happy thoughts. Did he even have any? What good had happened in his life? >Here he was living in a shoddy apartment with newspapers for insulation, eating some horrific vat-grown cancer meat for sustenance. >Better than brains, at least. >Things were a bit better, but that was it. And the vitriol he faced- >"Pay attention, mutie. I ain't done, fuckin' freakshit." >Veterans were the worst. Clovis understood why they were the worst. It was easier to kill any mutants you saw than try to find out if they still had brains. >He'd rarely had a positive interaction with anyone in the army. It was always kill-on-sight. >Clovis remembers that drone, standing tall with blue eyes, armed with some sort of energy weapon. >Something on his back had flashed bright, and it had taken SC out like she had shut down. >That drone stopped to think, a devious smile on his face. Like he was plotting something. >That's when Clovis jumped out of cover and started yelling at him to either stay away, or kill him too. >And this super-drone just watched, his weapon lowering as he listened to him explain how important SC was. That smile turned to a deep frown. >"...I never saw either of you," was all he said, before flying off. >Clovis often wondered if they'd ever cross paths again. >Probably not. the galaxy was a big place, even after... what was the number? 73% of its population had been culled? >"Now serving. C. Sixty. Two." >That was one hell of a jump- had he gotten that distracted? >"My number's up soon, then I don't have to see your fuckin' ugly mug no more, shitbag." >And he was still there. >The war was hell, absolutely. He'd trudged through hell for so long, he couldn't remember. >So this must be purgatory. It definitely wasn't heaven, after all. >"I hope your freak parts hurt. Hope your fuckin' sex drone kills you when she gets hungry." >Maybe one day he wouldn't have to hear this kind of abuse, he'd live in a world where it wasn't common. >Unfortunately, both of the mutant rights groups Clovis had tried to join turned out to be fronts for terrorist cells. >They didn't last long. Clovis didn't want to see them succeed. >He didn't risk a third. If it was another one, and they realized he was the only member of those groups that hadn't been apprehended... >He couldn't die, but as he learned, there were worse things than death. >At least a blood eagle is fatal for humans. >"Now serving C. Eighty. Three." >His number. Time flies when you distract yourself. >That, and the man who'd made this wait so annoying had left a good bit ago. That helped. >Clovis stands up, his awkward legs marching with a practiced gait, holding his ticket up for the receptionist. >SC was there behind him, always there for him. Always would be, if things went well.
Ack! Ack! Ack! >>186824 I didn't even notice this part on Twitter Most Alice centered alternate 6 versions depend on V in the end, and while the end of 8 was terrible for V's development (undoing any), it seems possible that V as she was in 6 could have reached some point where smth like pic rel isn't impossible (tho not that smooth maybe) idk tho
We come in peace. We come in peace. >>186786 Too small for that, but being closer to the ground makes her an excellent cotton picker! And now I imagined her in a cotton field, WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO THAT??
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186870 >"Bold words for a lucky who only saw the war from a screen of his bloody TV." >"I'd listen to what you have to say about this bastards after a seven-hour defence against an endless ocean of flesh, teeth and claws."
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>186868 I assume it is because Alice here went limp after getting bootlooped instead of literally freezing up like in canon. (In canon she also had her open mouth remain like that, here instead it returned to that sorta pouty look she had when she looked at the Sentinel face-to-face just before getting flashed.) Because of that her legs didn't stay bent and stiff either (which was what made her fall straight back in 6), so in this scene her momentum from that barely initiated attempt at flight didn't make her fall in the Sentinels path but more to the machinery to her left and into 'safety'. This now is only a theory, but there is a chance imo that the sentinel destroying Alice's face was not even intended on its part, and more of a 'kill of opportunity', I think this because it doesn't even look down, but this doesn't matter Anyways, 1st reason imo is that she fell differently here, placing her less in danger. One could think the Sentinel would ofc go out of its way still to destroy Alice anyways, but look at 6's intro for an answer as to why that doesn't need to happen immediately. The bootlooped drone that 029 tried to save was bootlooped for a while already (and we see a few more boolooped ones that aren't destroyed yet on cctv POV during 6's intro) yet still intact, so based on that I'd say that Sentinels first try to eliminate or catch all drones they are aware of before dedicating themselves to destroying them. During the scene with Amda we hear more flashes go off in the background at first, until steps begin to close in of Sentinels that then go to kill the boolooped drones. This isn't proven but I believe they likely work un such a manner. Which is why in this comic Alice gets away without getting her face kicked in, she fell out of the sentinels path (purple) and the Sentinel did see at least one more drone (Uzi) in the room, so it went for those and possible dangers first, ignoring Alice because she is no danger to anyone at this point (the Sentinel couldn't bootloop Beau so it went straight for the kill, they tried the same with V in this room and later again as the elevator left). It seems very believable, I didn't think of using this before in an alt scenario but technically 6 should have gone the same way had Alice not fallen so conveniently in the Sentinels path.
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>186878 >Mass murder, crimes against humanity, genocide, torture, terrorism, participation in illegal armed groups, sedition, rebellion, hate speech, threats against state security and peace
Ack ack >>186220 >outside beneath the howling, whipping wind, there was something else tonight. something J's trained auditory sensors couldn't quite discern. >the nearest comparison her memory offered was blood pooled ankle-deep, lapping against the walls as she trudged her way through the byproduct of another "special assignment" >not as accurate as she would have liked. this sounded... muted somehow. muffled. >it was more like... >like when Tessa would end up with mud in her boots after a rainy, ill-advised trek out through the garden and into the swamps. >... >whatever it was, it was getting closer. >J set her tools down, moved the landing pod's nonfunctional hatch aside, and peered out into the wailing white expanse. >nothing but a wall of swirling snow. none of her eyes offered any further insight on the source of the sound, yet still the slop of shifting muck grew closer >with it came the more familiar sound of footsteps through snow, shuffling to the sloshes' unsteady rhythm >their clumsiness briefly brought N to mind, but none who she might suspect would waste time attempting to sneak up on her. >J was certain that with the boss gone, there was nothing on this planet that could pose any threat to her– but she readied one of her guns all the same. >shff, slosh, shff, slosh, shff >still nothing on any of her optic feeds >it was close now, she was sure, but still she couldn't make anything out in the freezing haze >slosh, shff, slosh, shff, slosh, shff– >beads of sweat rolled down J's visor as the plodding came to a halt with one last slosh of unknowable muck. >an indefinite shape stood there in the storm, no more than four meters away. a silhouette in winter hues, its bulbous head listed to one side. >"w-who's there?" cried J into the snow-choked dark >with a noise like a tumbling vat of oil, the shape lifted its spherical head upright in reply. >the drone trembling in the shattered pod struggled to still her shaky hands. >she'd watched her excuse for a life torn to shreds, lived as a monster, endured unthinkable torments at Her hands– so why did this silent visitor strike such terror into her core? >"I s-said who's t-there?" she demanded, fixing her every eye on the shadow, "w-who goes there?!" >through gaps in the icy brume she saw them– little flickers of safety orange. rings and lines neatly printed on a suit she knew too well. >J looked to the sphere that seemed to stare back, and saw atop it what before she failed to see: >a black bow, fluttering in the wind.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! Seeing that Alice comic from earlier, which scenarios would you like to see done in a similiar way or by Liam himself even? (Ignoring how realistic it is)
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>186921 As an alternate version of the show? She could probably get one of them, but it would wake up the other two and while they cannot leave the cover of the spire they could still shoot
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>186924 Nothing, really. But I'm thinking of writing one green text about a veteran AU, but I'm afraid my ESL nature and disdain for my own writing will get me nowhere.
Ack! Ack ack ack-ack ack! >>186687 its funny how he seems huge but hes 6 foot 1. you put him next to a regular degular dude hes just gonna look swole as fuck
Ack... Ack ack ack >Fun Lunchtime OC Facts: even in the Post-Good Ending timeframe, twentysomething years later, Braiden's body is still abandoned in the woods of Camp 98.7 and also on fire.
The truth is out there! >Timeline where molly fell into delusions and lurks around the old Molly's Playhouse studio >Urban explorers go missing when she catches them >She forces them to act as audience members >If they misbehave, such as trying to escape, they get chained to the timeout corner next to the other naughty "children"
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest.
Ack... Ack ack ack >>186940 In real life, there are dudes who go to abandoned places and brothels for ‘thrills’, so there could very well be dudes who will explore abandoned planets destroyed by Cyn.
But if I were them, I'd carry a gun. Not to fight off mutants and wild disassembly drones, but to shoot myself if they found me.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>186934 HE'S SO CUTE, LOOK AT HIM HIS HAPPY LIL FACE LIKE HE'S NOT AWARE OF THE HORRIFIC CREATURE HE BECAME, BUT HE'S STILL A GOOBER GENTLE GIANT VIBE, MY HEART MELTS SO MUCH AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186958 Respectfully you all sorta sound the same when you “get going.” Could there be some sort of femanon hivemind that you tap into when your hormones spike? Fascinating…
Ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! >Molli is natural oogi bait >For whatever reason the little bugs find molli to be almost as enticing as boogis >If oogis don't have a boogi whenever they see Molli or Molli merch they swarm over it to take back to their nest >It's like that one species of Australian beetles that found beer bottles to be sexy but infinitely more retarded
Aaaaaack! >>186869 How does this one work? Doll is "in control of the body" but is a projection by one of the Solver's camera's, meanwhile Uzi is floating around as a ghost. Where did Uzi's actual body go?
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. Hey guys look at this cool robot I found
Ack! Ack! Ack! >>186986 THAT'S A LIE! DON'T BELIEVE THE PLUTOCRATS PROPAGANDA! YOU WON'T GET A DISSASSEMBLY DRONE WIFE, YOU'LL JUST BE EXPLOITED UNTIL YOU DIE!
Ack ack ack ack >Post solver war >Murder drones that never went back to domestic life live out in the space boonies >They take up lives as mercenaries >The ones living as legally as they can do at least >Most become space pirates
They come in peace! >>186969 What's that, don't tell me a little bestiality impregnation story is going to throw you off, last week we were talking about sentinel drone's docking and everything that comes with it.
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >Tessa is going to wash out your mouth with rust remover if you keep that up V.
More of Tessa parenting hour which is admittedly becoming V bullying hour. Eh, considering what was basically overlooked in canon I would say this is overdue.
Ack ack... Ack ack ack >>187003 >Try to pay merc drones with actual money or oil to protect my podunk little asteroid mine >Get turned down and then feel her grab my crotch Merc drones are the worst
Ack! Ack! Ack! >>187011 >Historically it turned out that mercenaries, are often pirates that you just paid >So they have similar intentions >As well as their manners >You hope your innocence doesn't cost too much
Ack ack ack! Ack! >>187015 partially related. every time i see cyn (or uzi in this case) in her skinsuit, i want to pinch her cheek or eyelid and tug on it a little and see if it slaps back into place when i let go. i dont know why but my curiosity must be sated.
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >>187021 too much so ill just summarize the most important part they may seem like an unstoppable force of nature but theyre really victims of circumstance. doomed to fail, missed everything, never even seen a human, spent 2 decades on a barren planet collecting dust. then they were activated in late 3069 and told to kill a god. their whole life is a last ditch effort lucky for them, the solver got eaten by an autism robot before they could do anything to it, but they dont think that counts as killing it so three arms got grabbed once and mindraped by cyn, flying prick lobotomized three arms to save him, big guy now has a major hateboner for anything solver related. yadda yadda yadda fuck the solver of the absolute fabric all 2 of my homies hate the exponential end
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>187031 is such a thing even possible?
Ack... Ack ack ack did you know? >shortly after drones became recognized as equals to humans, eating competitions, all-you-can-eat buffets, and a number of restaurants with food challenges subsequently suffered from a spate of drones consuming unreasonably large quantities of food at little or no cost– as they lacked many of the limitations of the human digestive system. >not only was this unsustainable for proprietors and unfair to the other participants/customers, but frequently resulted in the drone perpetrators rendering themselves temporarily immobile– often leaving the bloated drones occupying much-needed tables or having to be lifted out by the staff. >both business and statewide policies were shortly amended to combat this exploitative behavior. >following years would see the rise of all-comers and drone-only eating competitions and challenges, and many buffet-style restaurants in the interest of fairness would offer a modified price for drone patrons; wherein they could eat as much as they pleased up to a clearly stated time or weight limit– incurring a fee should it be exceeded.
*squid noises* >>187038 red and black color scheme makes for some evil looking bastards. krinkels knew what he was doing with both hank and the retarditor >>187044 no its TOO straight. its the type of autism that lies opposite of murder drones. the dinosaur giant robot explosions type autism. ignore the fact that murder drones has 2 of those you get what i mean
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >>187058 She's cute, but she gay. I'll just sit here patting Masqy on the head until her entire visor goes pink and she curls up and rolls away.
Ack ack ack ack ack ack >Be you, HOdR office wagie Anon >You're eating lunch with a coworker, a worker V model >She offers you some cookies she made >You thank her and eat a cookie >She's staring at you like a starving wolf would stare at a juicy unattended lamb >You finish the cookie, satisfied with it "That was good V, didn't know you were such a good baker" >"Haha well when you practice enough you can be good at anything! I'm also a pretty good cook if I say so myself!" "Well I might have to try some of your cooking then!" >That gets her to blush >The two of you make some more idle chatter until your lunch breaks are over >As you walk to your cubicle V starts panting and blushing with a perverse smile on her face >"Ah... He likes my cookies~ I'll need to make more for him..."
Ack ack ack ack ack... Ack ack! >>186713 >>187071 And scene 2 Uzi included because this one was rather simple and also barely has anything going on without the focus of the pic
Ack ack ack, ack ack ack, ack ack! >AM hurried back to the ship as fast as he could. >In his arms held cans of food, bottles of water and flowers. >Real, living flowers. Flowers that somehow survived through everything. Just like them. "Tessa! I got a present for yo-" AM said before he abruptly stopped. >And stared at Cyn, who was licking blood off her claws. >"[Sorry little brother AM]" Cyn's creepy taunting said. >"[I was just sooo hungry]"
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>187059
Ack-ack ack ack! I haven't been drawfagging lately because it's hard one and two I've gotten inexplicably invested in drawing inexplicably hard-ass Gobots fanart
Aack... Ack ack... Ack ack ack! >Officer Molly arrives at the location of a call >A breaking and entering from the sounds of it, and by the look of the front door being ripped off it's hinges it looks like another feral disassembly drone >Molly notices the fact that the house is quiet. Dead quiet. >She shifts her hand to a gun and slowly enters the house >The place is a mess, furniture thrown around, claw marks on the walls and floor >Blood... >Molly freezes as she spots the mangled bodies of a man and a woman in the hallway >She gets pulled out of it when she hears... >Chewing. >Molly slowly and carefully approaches the source of the sound >It's coming from a room, the door cracked open >Molly kicks the door open and aims her gun at the glowing visor of the feral drone >And then freezes up in horror >In the drones hands and maw is the corpse of an infant >And as the drone turns to face Molly, it smiles >It's her >Molly Playhouse, the original one. >"Well GOLLY this is like looking in a mirror!"
Aaaaaack! >>187104 very true >>187105 I mean I just scrolled past an image of Hatsune Miku with her arm raised and she had an armpit that looked really hot and it made me think it's a shame drones don't have them. just like it's a shame they don't have shoulder blades, or that bit of lower belly that tight dresses like to hug
Ack ack ack ... Ack ack! >Tessa lived with her completely normal parents. >She didn't notice how menacing their yellow eyes glowed. (Or the fact it was a non human eye color) >She didn't notice how awkward it was when they walked, how snapping and cracking was heard when they shuffled around the manor. >She didn't notice how she hadn't been outside her room for weeks. (Nor how she hasn't had to eat, drink or use the bathroom) >She didn't notice that through the cracks of her covered windows, the outside was pitch black.
The truth is out there! >>187107 >>187123 > People get paranoid about Molly not being the real one and just a clone pretending to have her head straight > She is equally paranoid about herself
All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. >>187122 I’m not! I’m sorry for being rude and setting my expectations too high!