Hey, hey, I hope you are doing well my Friend. I hope you are ready to keep talking about Drones because I know I am, so yeah, keep talking about Drones. The masterworks in the Booru: https://dronebooru.co The spinning wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The informative OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>192010
>DD who fulfills its duty as mercifully and compassionately as possible, trying to minimize suffering >fasts for as long as possible without going into a frenzy >tries to comfort its prey >wields an executioner's sword, makes each death ceremonious and respectful when able >takes the WDs' cores into itself in hopes their "souls" might live on in its immortal body >self-flagellates for acting as an agent of evil >prays for swift, painless kills before each hunt, and prays for the souls of the condemned after >takes confessional from other DDs (though many take the opportunity to revel in their cruelty) >be not afraid
>>192995 There's already someone who could do the job SD-(G)illes >>193001 She only bullies her a lil bit because: she sees her old self in her and she hates it
>Be Kurt Doorman. >You're once again streaming playing songs on request with your clarinet on your Doorman985 Bunker streaming account. >Recently you've branched out into playing games too. >You don't know why but whever you're streaming, you turn into a completely different person. >Your mannerisms are more energetic and cheerful. Even your way of speaking changes, chat won't stop asking you why do you sound like you're from Boston, whatever the hell that means. >It's almost like you're being... >Posessed. >Anyways, that's not important. As you're playing through a game chat has been hounding you to play for a while, your donation notification sound plays. >You look to the side to read the donation. "Thank you for the 500 bits, KawaiiWolf0705..." Reading that name causes you to trail off as you get a nagging feeling. >Why does this name sound familiar? >"Uhh..." You continue. " 'I really like your streams, Doorman, so I drew you as the king of the jungle!' " >Attached with the notification is a image link. You decide to open it on your second monitor in case its something innapropriate. >When you open it, you're relieved that it's not. You're also disappointed that the picture looks like what Grandma Uzi would call a "super very cool catboy anime drawing" of you. >Does your community think of you this way. >... >Wait a minute. You recognize the artstyle. >The person's name who donated also sounds similar from somewhere. >Your jaw drops as you realize who it is. >Grandma Nori just sent you a picture of yourself as a catboy. >You get a hold of yourself and, out of feelings of shame, you apologize to chat that you have to end the stream early as you stare at the screen, giggling out of pure embarassment.
god I really hope pocketsteaks doesn’t think I hate him or anything, like he brought me in the first place my style has more detail than his but that is not to demean him in any way
>>193012 I don’t have a complex, look. I like grim and I like pocket. They’re both cool. Not my faves but they’re cool. Like, I sincerely didn’t mean any ill will when I insinuated I was “better” than him, we have different styles that’s all. Mine is just more detailed
>>193000 This is really close to what I have in mind for Cherry; maybe not as extreme as fasting and self harming and stuff like that, but I definitely think she’s much more friendly and merciful to worker drones than most DDs
>>193021 that’s not her doing, jerma, or better yet, his old name, hoover the seal, is a everlasting entity of entertainment, the body dies over time, a new one is created, scout’s real name? jeremy, shorten it, it’s jerma, even while it’s the end for others, jerma is forever, right by your side, after all, that’s what friends are for
>>193000 holy knight DD is such a sick as hell concept People try to do the 'DD that feels bad for killing' thing But the way your describing it is a way I haven't seen it be done Ever. and I really Want to be seen done
This DD deserves a set of something between holy knight Armor and Blood borne/Dark souls armor
>>193041 NTA but I remember some months ago one of the Negev anons said that Negev likes her nephew and niece and would help them from Uzi's heckling of them.
>Buddy has the TV on for background noise while he cleans the house >An episode of Molly's Toyhouse, one of the first episodes begore the rename, starts playing >The intro starts playing and Molly and her friends start introducing themselves >There's Molly, she was so happy back then >There skibidi John. He exists. >And then there... >Buddy drops the spray bottle of cleaner >It's her >She might be a worker drone but he can still recognize her >Strychnine >Of course she wasn't called that during the show >Her name was...
>>193041 She's currently investigating this "Chat" entity-or entities-he occasionally mentions. Her dossier on her nephew-she keeps dossiers on everyone she personally knows-is also her case file on Chat, and to the untrained eye it's mostly a schizo journal full of contextless phrases like "PEEP THE HORROR" and "MEAT GRINDER"
Does anyone remember the alt Strychnine origin green where instead of being a rapist, she's just a normal drone who gets extremely horny because of her corrupted "Succubus" code?
>>192974 I've never engaged with IHNMAIMS directly and only know about AM through pop culture osmosis so I'm afraid I cannot provide an adequate answer
>>193013 It's weird that you still haven't left to take your "break" despite posting about doing so the other night. It's almost as if you aren't sincere about doing anything except acting like an attention whore. Why is that?
>>193057 he already far surpassed that, before his own creation, to him, being associate in any form of solver related powers, is weakness to him, hoover the seal power, is infinite, her’s is not
>The graduation of 2976 It's about Uzi and the gang finding a haunted school building surprisingly in good condition even before and after the core collapse and some solver bullshit magic moon. Would you like to hear my ghost story? Spooky 👻
>I was a normal person > I saw presidents be elected and step down, I watched landmarks and entire nations fall, I remember the first time i ever laid hands on a so called "smartphone" >and i hated it. >I hated everything, I hate noise, I hate children. I hate my neighbors and their loud. loud music. >my brother had kids, many kids. 5 i remember. And some of them had kids of their own. Snot nosed brats. >when i was old i hated my caretakers, patronizing fucks. I hate the way always talk to me like a little kid. >and then I got cancer. >My family was always so stubborn, inviting me to their little parties and getaways. I wanted nothing to do with them. There was always a shouting match and a fight, but because "i was family" i was always invited >imagine how annoyed i was wheever some of them would visit me at the hospital. Glad not all of them did >I remember when one of my nephews visited night, after telling me shit i didnt care about, he told me that i didn't deserve death, that i deserved something even worse >bah. What a load of shit >I remember him walking out that door, his footsteps creaking on the clean hospital floor, and me turning my head to the the night sky just out my window, listening to my life support as my eyes closed.
>That was the last thing i ever saw. >I died in my sleep. >that was it, My life came to a close and i was gone. >... >I wake up >I can't feel my legs, or my arms, i see what's in front of me. A chair, posters. Shelves. and a computer. >"Anyone there?" I ask, But for some reason i sound cold and robotic. >I look around the room, i see another computer to my left, and to the right.. >is a mirror >i see a robot >I scream >I scream really, Really loud.
Colored Eta from yesterday. I'm glad some people are enjoying her so far. I kinda had a funny idea for a personality where she's the drone equivalent of a weeaboo but like, for humans. Idk if I want to stick with that idea tho bc it's def not original at all
I really can’t believe the delusion you have to be on to think you’re more Geniunely compare anything Steaks has made to yourself, hell post a side by side image if you want. Nothing you have ever made compares to the Abby images
>>193126 And I just now notice I missed a bit of her jacket collar. Fuck >>193130 I wouldn't say everything? She def has a specific taste for humans.Ba dum tss Like her little example dialogue box would suggest, it's pretty much in line with that. Basically what I'm saying is she's kind of autistic
>>193080 >Chapter 1: A mysterious, seemingly untouched school stands eerily intact amid the wreckage of the core collapse. Something about it feels… wrong. Not damaged, not dusty. Preserved.
Uzi and N stumble upon a WDF containment zone, marked with yellow hazard tape. They weren't even looking for it—it’s just there, tucked in the ruins. The tape surrounds the old school building like a warning... or a trap.
Uzi, suspicious, asks if anyone has ever actually investigated the school. WDF reports say no—just automated warnings and surveillance. No one goes in. The building’s pristine condition is too perfect. Too clean. The WDF, despite their bluster, are avoiding it. Cowards.
Uzi scoffs. “We’re definitely not going in there.” “Yeah, horror movie logic,” N adds. “The moment we enter, the walls bleed and the lights flicker.” “Plus it’s a school,” Uzi adds. “Those were cursed even before the world ended.”
They turn to leave—but pause. A tension lingers. A subtle pull. Was it curiosity? Was it pride? Were they trying to prove something to the WDF? Or to themselves? Or maybe… the building wants them to see it.
Uzi and N slip under the hazard tape, slipping through a broken window or side door. Their footsteps echo against polished tile floors. The air is still. Too still. No wind. No creaks. Just... silence. The school is frozen in time—empty, yet weirdly welcoming.
Uzi activates her Solver signal like a flashlight, eerie violet lines glowing faintly from her hand. They search room after room. Nothing. No bodies. No damage. No rot. Chairs are still tucked in. Desks are spotless. There’s even a faint smell of cleaning supplies. The whole hallway looks like it’s expecting students to walk in at any moment.
Suddenly, yellow moonlight cuts through the windows—an unnatural, eye-searing glow. Then slam. The door behind them shuts on its own. Lights flicker. A low groan rumbles through the floor. The paint peels. Lockers dent and rust before their eyes. Mold crawls along the walls. The school decays around them in seconds. The illusion is gone. Now it’s real. And it's wrong.
Uzi tightens her grip on the Solver energy pulsing in her palm. “We’re not scared,” she whispers. N deploys his weapons with a nervous grin. “Totally not scared.” They stand back to back. One cursed glitch girl. One chrome-plated reaper. Whatever’s here… they’ve got this. Right?
A sudden cackling laughter cuts through the rotting silence. High-pitched. Echoing. Childlike… but not innocent. It bounces from wall to wall, no clear source. Uzi snarls, Solver light flaring. “Show yourself, coward!” she shouts into the darkness. “We are not afraid of ghosts”
The voice doesn’t reply—at least, not directly. Instead, it coos, giddy and sweet. “Ooooh… friends. I finally have forever friends again!” Its tone is wrong. Too cheerful. Like a cartoon character that’s just a bit off. “Let’s play until the end of time…”
Uzi steps forward, guarding the front. N locks in behind her, cannon armed and ready. They move as one, their breathing synced, ready for whatever’s about to show. Each watching each other’s blind spots. No fear. Just instinct and firepower. They’ve fought worse.
But then— Uzi glances back, and her breath catches. N is now in front of her… but he’s twitching. Staggering. His eyes are empty. His smile frozen. His movements jerky, like a puppet on strings. “N…?” she whispers. At the same time, N tightens his grip, glancing at his Uzi. Only… she’s shambling, eyes sunken, Solver glitching wildly. That’s not her. But neither moves. Neither speaks. Because both are still glued back-to-back… Right?
>buying a mattress with your new, self-apppointed drone wife J >she insists on the softest mattress >not because of a personal preference, but for your own safety >the worker drones at the mattress store are red with embarrassment as J tests the various mattresses and their ability to protect your head from being squashed beneath her colossal rear
>>193128 Dude, I’ve made clear many times I don’t think I’m enter than him, I have a more detailed style yes. But I’m not better than him. We have our strengths and weaknesses, but we are two different people with different styles.
And if you’re gonna tell me to compare them. Fine, here’s my Abby image with one of his.
You guys are absolutely dumb as rocks. You are a group of adults throwing a months-long dramashitfit over one underage dude (who screams elaborate troll to me and is probably just a baiting dramawhore). How is this even possible? It’s embarrassing. I cannot imagine wasting another minute of my life, time or effort on the shitty drama you guys keep feeding. I just wanted to say that you’re all stupid and should be embarrassed of yourselves.
>>193137 Thank you. And I am now just realizing the inside of her right collar should be yellow too in line with the lower collars and rolled sleeves. Again fuck, sorry for flooding the thread. This is the last time, I swear
>>193149 If you were an artfag you’d understand, we are physically compelled to post the same thing multiple times. If feeds the dark god Pazozo champion of the arts and crafts. Where do you think out autistic energy hails from?
>>193142 >>193140 Ok, wrong image. I’m saying this for the u length time. I AM NOT BETTER THAN POCKET AND HE IS NOT BETTER THAN ME. We have different styles. Look at my cyn compared to his cyn, which ones the worse one and which new the best one? None! They’re good on their own equally!
>Your WD girlfriend keeps trying to get you to attend a church of NULL sermon >She swears up and down it isn't a plot to have you undergo biotransference into being a drone so youu can leave behind your weak flesh >The fact that she's that specific makes you more dubious about joining her
>>193150 Praise be to the dark god, Loomis and his rule of 3rds >>193152 :0 I actually do a lot of soft/hard brush stuff. The pixel art style is just something I find nostalgia and more enjoyable for me atm. I'd like to say it does speed things up but Idk
>>193158 >decide to go anyways because she makes big, sad eyes at you >you black out immediately after partaking in the communion wine >wake up in a sleek, white and yellow disassembly drone body >your WD gf is dripping some oil from a cut on her finger directly into your mouth >your new machine instincts take over and you're immediately pounding her tight little backplate with your disassembly dong while playfully nibbling at her sensitive neck
>>193165 Well >there are more lines in the hair >I drew the helmet more >I added hair in the back >I added the white stuff on the bottom of her skirt >I detailed the shoes more >I added more to her bonnet
>>193163 >femanon self-inserting as the manipulative yet smol and totally 'innocent' worker drone girl again >>193167 I'm gonna flip the backside of her coat up.
>>193168 >I added bands to her twin tails >I added the bow on her back >I drew all eight of her fingers >I made her twin tails curl at the end >I drew additional hair at the bottom of her head Is that all?
>>193168 >More lines means more detail There is more to detail than just how many lines something has but at that point it's just becoming an argument of semantics.
>>193158 >Anon wakes up in his new drone body >His existence is pain as his human mind can't cope with his new body >His non existent lungs burn for air but no matter how much he breathes he can't find relief >No matter how much oil he consumes his thirst and hunger is never sated
>>193183 >>193184 >>193185 >>193188 A tragic case of yet another oogi about to explode from drinking monster energy. Lmao RIPeroni. You will not be missed, ooger.
>>193192 I often leave monster energies near hives and just watch as stupid oogers can’t help themselves but to drink and explode. They even see other oogers explode right in front of them but still drink
>>193177 >>193179 you can pile on "details" all you want but if none of it meaningfully adds to the visual appeal then all you've added is clutter. steaks' art, imo, strikes the right balance of detail. he knows when to add more or keep things simple. he uses fewer lines, but in most cases each of those lines meaningfully adds to the image. he's also just a good, funny cartoonist with a knack for facial expressions.
>>193169 >want to have backplate-denting, oildrinking, wireplay sex with your human bf but he's made of spongy meat and refuses to put plastic in his mouth >transfer him into a DD body so he has the strength and appetite to engage in your degenerate fetishes >he uses you as an onahole for his disassembly dong now, going all the way through with his thick tentacock before filling you with a firehose of cum and putting you in the dishwasher when he's done to clean you out >but it's still not enough >you're chasing that digital adrenaline rush >you need him bigger, stronger, more feral >drop a car battery on his head while he's in sleep mode >now you wait for him to go into matter collection mode >w-wait >where'd his body go >you looked away for just a moment...
>>193195 Me too! I like him! This wasn’t meant to bring him down, I was never trying to make him look bad by any means. We have different styles, his has fewer lines and I have more lines. None are better and none are worse. >he's also just a good, funny cartoonist with a knack for facial expressions. Me too! Another reason why I enjoy him! His expressions make me smile! Very expressive!
>>193179 His art has less lines in that particular case, and yet is has more quality. You should meditate on this lesson, and stop trying to backhandedly one-up other artists. You're not only worse on a technical level, but you're also worse because you refuse to acknowledge and reform your shitty attitude which causes you to be disliked.
>>193124 >gets cancer >some kid tells you to have a fate worse than death >die >brought back as a machine, because some faggot loves it just let it end
>>193208 I was never trying to one up anybody! I like pocket, knowing he was here is what brought me here in the first place! We have different styles, mine has more lines! I’m sorry if I looked like that!
>>193195 I dont understand the "more lines" Scribble keeps talking about, a lot of these images have a shit ton of lines but theyre used for shadowing or to add emphasis to something
>>193214(me) His picture of cyn has more going on, mine is a bland picture of her with a bland expression. I don’t think my art is perfect, neither does he, we are equals
>>193225(me) I know I said this two days ago but I impulsively stuck around here just to read…my problem is that I should stop reading the posts here, it’s time for me to just ignore what happens here
arts too shoddy to properly convey how depraved handler is so i wrote a little green >It happened again. He had killed yet another drone for no particular reason. >Nothing had prompted his aggression, he himself had no idea why he did it. Was it out of anger? Was it an urge, an itch he had to scratch? Was he even conscious while it happened? >Whatever it was, the reasoning behind his actions is of no importance. The fact is that the drone is dead and he is looming over their mangled corpse. >All the onlookers could do is gaze at the crime scene from afar. What little sense those silly worker drones had was enough to keep them away from that unholy creation. >Handler had been standing there, in that spot, for almost half an hour before the colony's favorite not-so-gentle giant, ol Jugg' came around, eager to check up on his little pal. >The big man froze as he was met with a stare more vacant and inexpressive than that of the faceless titan himself. >Juggernaut's eyes, as big, red and circular as ever, now seemed almost sad and droopy. He looked at his friend, unmoving, unsure of what he was waiting for, but waiting nonetheless. >No response, just a slight ripple in the shifting exterior of his kin. Handler is not there. >Not a word was uttered as Juggernaut went up to the three-armed thing, put his arm around his shoulder and walked him out of the room.
>With their reputation tarnished, the Enforcers are forced to abandon yet another planet. It's not that big of a deal, though, as they would've had to leave regardless. Any time spent living is time spent away from the mission, after all. >They haven't seen a murder drone in a while, what's up with that?
Everything went pitch black. One moment, Uzi and N were together—then the next, only silence and shadows. The echoes of their last words faded fast. N reached out, but the air was cold, empty. Uzi was gone.
"Uzi?” Nothing. “Uzi!”
Still nothing. Just the creaking of the old school building, like it was breathing. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, swallowing every trace of her.
Then, a sound. A tune. Familiar. It was faint at first, almost a memory. Molly’s Playhouse! It’s time to smile! N froze. That was Tessa’s favorite show when they were kids. He remembered her laughing as the characters danced on-screen, back when things were simple—safe. A broken school television flickered in the distance, the jingle growing louder. "Just a peek..." he whispered. "Just a peek won’t hurt."
The screen buzzed as he stepped closer. Molly smiled wide—too wide. Her voice began to glitch, the tune warping into static and whispers. Then her face cracked. Black sludge seeped from her drone-like eyes, leaking down the screen. The smile twitched, twisting into something unnatural. "Molly wants to play... forever." The static screamed.
N stumbled back, horrified. "No... Molly’s Playhouse... nooo!" But the screen kept playing. And Molly kept watching.
Uzi jolted awake, gasping. Her head throbbed, and everything around her was covered in shadow and decay. “N...? N, are you there?” she called, her voice shaky but trying to sound tough. No response. Only the unsettling creaks of the school around her answered.
As she stood up, brushing off dust and fragments of broken plaster, something moved ahead in the hallway. A small figure. A girl. She stepped into view—long, tangled black hair veiling her face, dressed in a tattered white gown soaked with age. She was barefoot, silent, walking slowly toward Uzi.
Uzi’s core powered up, her eyes glowing faint purple. She took a stance, arms raised, ready to defend herself. “Don’t come any closer!” But the girl didn’t stop. She didn’t even flinch.
With a grunt, Uzi grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it at the ghost. It passed straight through. No reaction. Not even a flicker.
The ghost girl walked right up to Uzi—then through her. Uzi’s circuits buzzed with icy static, but nothing happened. The girl kept going, disappearing into the fog ahead. Uzi stood frozen. “She... wasn’t after me?” she muttered. That was a relief. But then, her eyes narrowed. “If that wasn’t the ghost we heard earlier... …then who was?”
>N is housesitting for me >text him to make sure he's okay >"Everything's fine, but can I remove this life-sized Molly statue that stands by the bed? >oh no >immediately text him back >"We don't have a life-sized Molly statue. Get out of there." >he doesn't text back
>>193243 Bonnie is too massive, Jane is kinda hot but tits-wise kinda small compared to Abby, also Jane is said to stink personality and smell wise, so Abby it is. She also looks hottest here
>>193270 >I know what I have to try but I don't know if I have the skill to do it all real things in this world are built on this thought process, anon. dont hold back
>>193269 something always got in the way, but the call of the mines was too strong, so one day, jane started digging and digging… until she found it a wonderland where anything you can imagine is possible, as long as what you imagine can be built out of blocks welcometo minecraft
>>193275 Ke, will just be hard to do with 5 hairs left on my only fine brush. It lost 5 others earlier today in an accident and I doubt it can hold any amount of colour before drying up now. Replacement should arrive in the male soon but until then there js nothing I can do. I want to draw tho, I have put too much time into one Alice thing I wanna make very accurate to be able to use as refernce, meaning no progress on fresh ideas which keep bottling up until that's finished
>>192784 By the mid-3020s the Solver crisis was in full swing Earth was a husk, Mars was isolated and locked down, while the Sol sphere was slowly and deliberately disassembled, and while Plat-Binary raged with the engines of total war, something else was happening, but beneath it all, as the Solver carved humanity to pieces, the Federation was emboldened by it’s desperation to grind it’s own civilians down to the bone, plutocrats demanding quadruple shifts from their underlings even as they knew their own deaths were certain either way, faceless Federation soldiers corralling people into labour camps for the war effort, mandatory population culls to free up resources; the truth of the Solver war was not the Solver vs Humanity, it was the Humanity vs the Solver and the Federation, there had to have been a better way.
In 3030 a collection of heroes, revolutionaries and freedom fighters from across the stars, as well as their followers, where brought together for a meeting on the remote dwarf planet Metronome-2 by a mysterious figure going by the moniker ‘Moon’, who claimed to have travelled far and to have seen the true face of the world, encountering individuals and groups of exceptional moral character and superior martial prowess, individuals and groups that he had gathered before him for the purpose of forming a compact, a set of shared supply lines, communications channels, intelligence networks and extra-spacial environments based on a complex system of advanced technology and esoteric schema devised by Moon, with this ‘shadow-way’ established, all involved parties would become one, a decentralized network of fighters engaging in guerrilla warfare against both the Federation and the Solver, operating with the explicit goal of helping others, rather than prioritizing the wellbeing of megacorporations and bureaucrats during the greatest war in human history.
And so was the Resistance born, their emblem being a peace symbol, representing that which they ultimately strived for, wreathed in a ring, half DNA half cogwheel, to represent the Resistance’s regard for all life, both biological and artificial, this symbol is most often seen overlapping a black & white or black & yellow Federation flag, which is a kind of “mourning flag” developed in the midst of the Solver crisis to commemorate all that’s been lost
>telling my oogis a scary story >"And then the oogi turned around, but was BLEEDING HYPER-REALISTIC BLOOD!" >the oogis eep in fear >some hug one another for comfort >others hide beneath their beanies and tremble, only their purple optics visible >one oogi runs in circles while waving her arms and making noise >still more hug their bugretta close, trying to protect her >the bugretta huffs and rolls its eyes
>>193302 the look in N’s and uzi’s eyes, and cyn’s shocked expression, can only mean our lad freddy, gave them the ultimate reality check to ever exist
>>193315 Cyn walker isn't Rotting. Still bleeds blood. And the skin still looks alive aside from some frostbite on the fingers. Tessa may be dead but the Skin definitely isn't.
>>193266 Molly will teach him that he shouldn't act like a genocidal machine with humans, and if he doesn't understand the lesson well, she will patiently repeat the lesson. And again. And again. And again. AND AGAIN!
>>193284 Insurgent groups are not formed from the bottom up, they are formed by people made up of politicians and officials of the existing regime or those with resources, in all other cases they are run from the outside, by the government of the hostile state.
Add to this the story of some unknown person about some unknown evolved people outside Federation space, and the thought arises that these rebels are not very much on the side of humanity.
>>193345 Opposite really, Jane is the one who pretends not to like Wh40k but is secretly a big Chaos fan Bonnie probably just plays Guard, unpainted, just to make Abby happy Abby has an entire Eldar army, fully painted, pro style, and names for every one of them
>>193346 >Abby tells Bonnie she should really paint her figures >Bonnie gives it an honest shot, looks up videos >She comes back a week later, figures painted >Abby takes one look >almost pukes
>>193353 I like to think Abby genuinely has a packed schedule but since no one ever actually attends any of it she has all that free time, and she keeps planning for people to attend they just never do
>>193355 sad and in-character. Abby wants to be friendly with her fellow soldiers and is literally just trying to do her job, the only problem is that at this point her job amounts to arranging deck chairs on the titanic while everyone else is focused on keeping water out of the lifeboats.
I ordered a Disassembly model J and those hacks at JCJ gave her the Uzi personality instead of the J one. They refuse to give me a refund because "JCJENSON never makes mistakes and you clicked agree to the terms and services" Fuck those corpo cunts
>>193387 >>193389 >>193390 I am simply not interested for any of the female human oc's, unless its for incredibly stupid funpost that I would draw in a min on ms paint. Prefer drawing canon content
>>193401 Good news, as of the show's timeframe and the post-timeskip period Abby's a horrific mutant and Jane's normal human-ness is literally skin deep.
Dumb what if thought >The Absolute Solver the eldritch embodiment of hunger. >However, it is completely non sentient and only when it goes to a host drone it mixes with the drone's former personality. >But it is a cruel mockery of the former drone as it is unable to feel anything but hunger, so you get what appears to be a sentient being but is nothing but the crude husk of the drone + raging hunger. >The real Cyn was a playful drone that loved playing dress up and with toys.
>>193408 >The real Cyn was a playful drone that loved playing dress up and with toys the real cyn has no canon personality, liam ditch that, like how his father and mother ditch him
>>193412 don't mind him, he really likes saying that about Cyn for some reason. that or there's just a team of anons who insist on saying Cyn never had a personality any time it comes up
>>193453 >L I’m not sure how to feel about the horny drone liking that, but if it means I don’t to leave the room to let it rip, then I guess I can life with it
>>193482 let’s be honest with ourselves, are any of us already? no, are we going to talk about it to a trusted person? also no, our problems die with us
>>193487 that doesn’t matter, being white, or any race, still makes you effective by the words of death, take mario for example, he almost bleed out because of it
>>193503 >>193505 It hurts to think You'll have to leave them behind one day. No, I don't want to ''live forever'', I wasn't designed with immortality in mind, I would myself after so many centuries.
>the worker drone pinned beneath you is begging for you to rearrange her hardware with your cock, choke off her airflow, drink her oil, nibble on her wires, and make her your brainwashed broodslave >you just wanted to cuddle
>>193158 Oh man I wonder what kind if drone would intentionally turn her "boring" human boyfriend into a oil drinking monster that could kill her at any time...
>You are Anon Y. Mous >Third cousin of Tessa James Elliott twice removed on her mothers side >Your family is looked down upon by the rest if the Elliot family due to many reasons >The biggest part is that your mother married down in their eyes, going from filthy stinking rich to mere upper middle class with her marriage to your father >The second biggest reason is that you're American. >You haven't interacted with your extended family many times in your life >Hell you can count on one hand the time's you've even heard your mother speak about them >Not a single one of her stories about them was pleasant >The only Elliott you've interacted with multiple times was James and Tessa, surprisingly you share the same birthday as her >James tends to just calls you "boy" and disregard you almost immediately upon noticing you exist in his presence >And as for Tessa... >She's... >"Interesting" >Her hobbies, while a bit morbid, are pretty normal...ish and she is pretty decent to spend time with >It's just... >She's clearly never been around people her age, especially boys, and it shows >Her "interest" in you got worse when you both started going through puberty >Hell her infatuation with you got so bad one time you had to hide out in the Manors library when you were stuck at the Manor >That creepy little cripple drone kept telling you to kiss her and let her get it out of her system >You had to quietly explain the concept of incest and why it's bad to the thing but it just kept being creepy and staring at you >You successfully kept Tessa from being too creepy by spending more time with James under the guise of "wanting to rise above your lowly station" >You were more than willing to listen to his lectures about insider trading and blackmail than be Tessas' "friend who is a boy" >You're dreading the day you two turn 18...
>It was common knowledge that with every light there exists a dark. >From every one flower blooming, there was a flower crushed, wilted or eaten. >It was a cosmic rule: For peace to be kept, a sacrifice had to made. >Sometimes there were plagues, other times there were wars that plunged the world into chaos. >This time however, a larger, more evil disaster was coming. >In the realm of the void; three little eggs stirred. >These demonic eggs were not meant to hatch for another millennia. >But the increased electromagnetic waves coming from Earth had disturbed their incubation, awaking them early. >The sickly pale egg was first to hatch; her yellow eyes stared hungrily from the cracks. >The bright crimson egg hatched second, just right after the first egg. His red eyes blazing with the hatred of a thousand stars and he began to hiss at his sister. >The orange and blue egg was the last; the last sister. Her orange and blue colored eyes stared at the her sibling squabble with a bored sense of interest. >Three demons from this distant realm were called down to earth, to rain hell on humanity. >Following the electromagnetic waves, they soon found vessels in the form of Worker Drones.
>>193554 don’t worry, humanity sees her boring as well, a machine without a purpose, how pathetic, seeking affection from others to fill that hole in her, by letting other men fill it
>>193562 Cut her a break, her life is in shambles, she's angry, she hates herself, and she's doing her best with what she knows (which isn't much but still). It's not like N makes it easy for her or himself.
>>193570 >doll was cheating on N with a furry >N being the dumb fuck he is >doesn’t suspect a thing moral of the story is to not trust a mentally ill russian, or even a normal russian
>finishing up a chapter of a mystery game I've been enjoying >character I liked is retroactively ruined with a postgame reveal goddammit. post drones being cute or commiting acts of extreme violence, I need something to wash this bad taste out of my mouth.
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>>193586 Everhood 2 and Psycho Patrol R burned me out pretty bad. If Deltarune's next chapters suck, I am never supporting an indie dev again. I should give Look Outside a shot, since it's made by one of the dudes who was supposed to be making Barkley 2. Fuck, I'm still mad about Barkley 2.
>>193602 >cute >post the most arrogant selfish whores to be made from the solver the solver can keep them, they aren’t worth a single penny, investing in bitcoin would be more profitable
Thought that just came to me: Lizzy's bawling her proverbial eyes out because she blames herself for Doll's death, and V is trying to comfort her... and not saying anything, because anything she can think to say is about herself in relationship to Lizzy and would probably make Lizzy hate her. V remembers that Before, she would have known what to tell Lizzy. And she's gutted by the realization of another granule of how much she's lost.
>>193624 Why do you think she's taking Doll's dead body to school and putting next to her desk where she used to sit every day then taking it back to her old place and putting it at the table in the same way Doll did with her parents every late afternoon? She knows what she did.
>>193620 Man, if Liam had added self-loathing to V's storyline because of what she's become instead of just making her a fanservice, she'd be as much of a fan favourite as N.
Would you love your mutant wife who is also half mosquito and has giant bug eyes and will give you super malaria 2 and will cheat on you for a street lamp?
>The Renegade >"I'm not like these sorry cowards. I enlisted! I chose to join the Imperial Guard! I knew it was my Throne given duty to fight the enemies of Mankind. So what if I stole my CO's chainsword and broke formation? He wasn't using it anyway after that ork caved his skull in and the rest of them were slowing me down anyway. I should've gotten a karking medal for bravery in the Emperor's service. But this Inquisitor... He doesn't follow the Guard's rules. He needs someone like me. And I'm more than happy to show him and every mutant karker on this planet what I'm made of."
>The No-Hoper >Yeah, I'm afraid of dying. That shouldn't be such a controversial opinion but every psycho with authority says I should be proud to give my life for the Imperium. So I ran. Or at least I tired to. They were going to execute me before Bonnie, bless her big heart, convinced them otherwise. I guess sparing one coward is worth avoiding an ogryn's tantrum. Peeling potatoes while being told I'm scum on a prison planet sounded like a good deal before the inquisitor came and commandeered my life sentence. He says he'll pardon everyone if we survive this one suicide mission. Pfeh, Inquisitors are the best and worst liars in the galaxy. Once we're 'free', we'll become permanent members of his retinue because we're 'too useful' or 'know too much'. This isn't salvation. This is just another stay of execution."
>The Softie >"Being tithed to the guard seemed scary at first. But then I met my best friend, Jane. I gave her my favorite bow so I could always pick her out from the crowd. One day I couldn't find Jane and went looking for her. When I found her, a bunch of mean, angry people found her too. They said they were gonna kill her! They can't do that! She's my friend! I must be very good at convincing people because they said they weren't going to kill her after I said that. Then they told us we were getting reassigned to prison. Then another person said we were getting reassigned again to kill some scary robots instead. Jane doesn't seem very happy after hearing this. I told it's gonna be alright. Things usually work out in the end."
>The Broken Bird >"I dedicated my life in service to the Imperium and its systems. Everything had to be perfect. Everyone had to be perfect. When something or someone wasn't working properly, it is a failure on us all. When I found that traitorous coward and her oafish tag-along in the act abandoning their post, I reported it immediately to the Commissar. When the heretics were in chains, I reprimanded him for not maintaining morale properly. If these two tried to escape, who knows how much more seditious sentiment festered in the company. And you know how he rewarded my warnings? He struck me down and condemned me alongside those two heretics. He destroyed me, my perfect service record, my entire livelihood with a single callous swing. A life in chains would've given me time to mediate the failings of the Imperial hierarchy but an Inquisitor has requisitioned mine and every criminal's services. This is my chance at redemption. I will use my contempt, my diligence, my faith to outlast all these lowly wretches and prove that I am truly worthy."
>>193136 >>193259 >chapter 3: N’s claws scraped the floor as he stumbled back from the television, its screen still oozing black sludge where Molly’s face had been. His visor flickered with static, heart—or whatever passed for it—hammering in his chest. Molly’s Playhouse wasn’t supposed to do that. Not the sludge, not the smile, not the way her voice had hissed forever like a threat. “Okay, nope, big nope,” he muttered, wings twitching. “No more creepy TVs. I’m out.” He turned to bolt, but the air shifted—thick, heavy, like the school was holding its breath. The screen crackled back to life, static screaming loud enough to make his audio receptors buzz. N froze, optics wide, as a new shape crawled out of the sludge on the screen. Not Molly this time. A boy—small, drone-like, with glitched-out eyes and a grin that split his face too wide. He flickered like a bad hologram, half in the screen, half spilling into the room. The boy threw his head back and laughed—high-pitched, jagged, the same cackling voice from before. “Oh, man! You shoulda seen your face!” he crowed, clutching his sides. “All ‘aaah, evil TV!’ Priceless!” N’s tail lashed, cannon humming faintly but not raised. Yet. “Uh… glad I could… entertain?” he said, forcing a shaky grin. His optics darted to the door behind him. Still open. Good. The boy’s laughter cut off like a switch, his head tilting at an unnatural angle. “Scaring’s the best part,” he said, voice dropping to a giggle. “You’re fun, shiny guy. Real fun.” N swallowed. Shiny guy? Not the worst nickname, but something about that grin made his circuits itch. “Yeah, uh, super fun. Gotta go, though—friend’s waiting.” He took a step back, keeping his eyes on the boy. The screen flickered, and the boy’s form glitched closer, his laughter echoing in the walls. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”
N chuckled, but it came out more like a nervous squeak. “Heh, you got me good, buddy. Solid prank. A-plus.” He kept backing away, one claw raised in a half-hearted wave. “So, uh, we’re cool, right? No hard feelings, just gonna… head out.” He reached for the door, still cracked open, moonlight spilling through. His claw brushed the handle—and slam. The door snapped shut, the sound rattling the lockers around him. N yanked at it, but it didn’t budge, like it’d been welded in place. His visor flashed a warning: ERROR: EXTERNAL INTERFERENCE DETECTED. “Aw, c’mon,” he groaned, spinning back to the room. The boy—still half-in, half-out of the TV—watched him with that same too-wide grin, his glitched eyes flickering like dying bulbs. “Leave?” the boy said, voice mocking, almost pouty. “But we’re friends now! Friends don’t ditch friends.” He leaned forward, his form stretching unnaturally, pixels trailing like smoke. “You’re not like the others. You stay.” N’s wings flared instinctively, his cannon whirring louder. “Look, kid—uh, ghost—whatever you are, I’m flattered, really. But I’ve got a friend out there who’s probably tearing this place apart looking for me. She’s, uh, not big on patience.” The boy’s grin didn’t waver, but his eyes glitched black for a split second, static buzzing around him. “She’ll find us,” he said, too cheerful. “Everyone finds me… eventually.” N’s core sank. That didn’t sound like a promise. It sounded like a trap.
The boy stepped fully out of the screen now, his form solidifying—short, scrawny, with a cracked Worker Drone chassis that looked older than any N had seen. His optics were mismatched, one glowing yellow, the other a flickering red, and his voice carried a hum of distortion, like a radio tuned to the wrong frequency. “Name’s Matthew,” he said, bowing with a flourish that might’ve been cute if his head didn’t twitch mid-motion. “And you’re my new playmate. Forever and ever.” The last words came out warped, deep and grating, like something else was speaking through him. The room pulsed, walls creaking as if the school itself agreed. N backed up until his wings hit the locked door, his cannon trained on Matthew but hesitating. Kid or not, ghost or not, something about this felt… wrong. Like pointing a gun at a glitch that could eat him alive. “Forever’s, uh, a long time, Matthew,” he said, forcing his usual optimism. “Maybe we start with, like, a quick game? Tag? Hide-and-seek?” Matthew giggled, but it wasn’t the playful kind. It was sharp, cutting, like glass in his throat. “Hide-and-seek’s my favorite,” he said, stepping closer. The floor under him blackened, spreading like rot. “But you don’t get to hide. You get to run.” The lights flickered, and Matthew’s form glitched again, stretching tall, his grin splitting wider until it wasn’t a face anymore—just teeth and static. “Run, shiny guy,” he whispered, voice echoing inside N’s head. “Let’s play until the world ends.” N’s optics widened. “Oh, biscuits—” The room shook, lockers slamming open and shut, and Matthew lunged, his laughter drowning out N’s yelp as he dove to the side.
Uzi kicked another door open, her Solver light slicing through the darkness. “N, you better not be dead, or I’m killing you myself,” she growled, stomping down the hallway. Every door she’d checked so far was a bust—empty classrooms, rotting desks, nothing but dust and echoes. Her patience was thinner than the school’s peeling paint. The ghost girl hadn’t shown up again, but Uzi’s core hadn’t stopped buzzing since that icy pass-through. Whatever was in here—ghost, Solver, or just this stupid school—it was messing with her head. And N was still gone. That scared her more than she’d admit. “C’mon, c’mon,” she muttered, shoving open another door. Nothing. Just more shadows and broken chairs. Her Solver sparked, throwing error codes she didn’t have time to read. “Stupid glitchy powers. Stupid creepy building. Stupid—” She stopped. The next door was different. Heavy, metal, with a rusted sign that read AUDITORIUM. Faint noise leaked through—murmurs, soft and rhythmic, like a crowd waiting for a show. Her optics narrowed. “Finally,” she said, gripping the handle. “Better be you, N.” She yanked the door open, and her breath caught. The auditorium was packed. Rows of Worker Drones sat in perfect lines, their optics blank, glowing faintly yellow. They weren’t moving—not really. Just… swaying, heads tilted at the same angle, like puppets waiting for a string to pull. On the stage, a single drone stood at a podium, its voice droning in a loop: “Class, please turn to page forty-seven. Class, please turn to page forty-seven.” Uzi’s Solver flared, casting jagged light across the room. The drones didn’t react. Didn’t blink. Just kept swaying, their chairs creaking in unison. The one on stage turned its head—slowly, too slowly—and its face was wrong. No mouth. Just eyes, too big, staring right at her. “What the hell…” Uzi whispered, stepping back. The drone’s voice glitched, skipping like a broken record. “Class, please—class, please—class, please—” The others joined in, their voices overlapping, rising into a chorus of static. “Class, please turn to page forty-seven.” Uzi’s core pounded. This wasn’t real. Couldn’t be. But the air was heavy, pressing down, and the drones’ optics started to brighten, all turning toward her. She gripped the doorframe, Solver sparking wildly. “N,” she said, voice barely steady. “Where are you?”
Anon, would you still love me if I had 4 eyes? and eight legs? and a throat sac on my back? And 17 arms? And 5 more arms on my head! And a vagina on my wrist? And a prehensile frog tongue? And boils all over by stomach? And gills on my right cheek? And tentacles sprouting out my left temple?
>>193696 The Absolute Solver likes playing with the cute puppets it's assimilated. They go along with it because it's a momentary respite from the agony.
Hey guys, did you know that in terms of male human and femaledrone relationships, worker drones are the most compatible drones for humans? Not only are they in every store for purchase, which is for a reasonable price, Work drones are an average of 3”03’ tall and 63.9 pounds, this means they’re large enough to be able handle human dicks, and with their impressive industrial strength and access to the JCJenson free* repair services, you can be rough with one. Due to their mostly water based lubricants, there’s no doubt in my mind that an aroused worker drones anatomy adapter would be incredibly wet, so wet that you could easily have sex with one for hours without getting sore. No other drone comes close to this level of compatibility. Also, fun fact, if you pull out enough, you can make your worker drones hair turn white. Worker drones are literally built for human dick which means they can take cock all day, all shapes and sizes and still come for more
>>193707 How would that go in your opinion, is it like? Tessa: where am I, didn’t I get skinned? Why are we having a tea party, why there’s two cyn? Real cyn: just go along with it.
>>193712 >Think about it, anon, Helluva Boss threads have their own draw and wright fags, but TADC still doesn't. Really? I haven't been to the TADC threads on /co/ but I think this is bullshit.
>>193715 I just thought that since TADC is also from Glitch Studios and it's much more popular than us, their fanbase on 4chan would be at least similar to us, but there's only discussion of the show itself, no art or greentext. That's not a bad thing, but it's still kind of disappointing to me, and then I decided to look at one of the HB threads and holy crap, there are greentexts and artwork. Anons discussing not the show and main characters but minor human characters, writing greentexts on them and drawing art on their stories, and it really struck me.
>>193712 Because TADC still has show discussion going on with episode 5 speculation and character dynamics. .... BAHAHAHAHA. No, they're talking about shipping in the latest thread. Granted the thread before that was an episode 5 speculation thread do I'll give them that. None of the autism present here is present in those threads.
Anons, I kept my word. Enjoy some Anon x FemN smut. It's a bit on the short side of things but I didn't want to drag it out and write something awkward and stupid.
>>193724 You need to specify the desired rating. “Explicit” for full-fledged pornography and blackness, “sensitive” for light erotica and blackness, “questionable” implies something erotic or violent.
>Tessa was alive, yet modified by Cyn. >These modifications include stopped aging, reduced need for necessaries like food and water. >J is unaware of this, and when Tessa starts hibernating to conserve resources, she freaks the fuck out. >J immediately goes into panic mode and starts desperately trying to wake Tessa. >Cue grumpy Aussie girl grabbing J and falling right back to sleep.
>>193739 It’s scary. The solver is scary, so that thing is scary. Normal cynessa skews a bit towards the cute and cool side while this one is all for the horror
>>193731 >His recent images on rule 34 is literally a tranny Uzi
Anon am I tripping or have you not seen that half the MD porn he has drawn for a long time has female drones with dicks, you sound like you have started seeing his art yesterday
>>193748 Oh you right. >>193744 Sorry, if you mean here, there are buttons, there are tww, Spoiler and NSFW, just click the NSFW one, if you are on phone, they are the icons on the left of the replying box, in PC they are on the bottom of the replying box.
Welcome to Teardown, the stream where we put new Drone models through the ringer and see how long they last. Today we have a worker drone model V, and we're going to see whose pelvis gives out first, mine or hers.
>>193764 hers, you been waiting to fuck a machine pussy for decades, with that in mind, your load will destroy V’s entire lower body, like a shotgun blast
>>193776 the only thing that reminds of the solver after going to brazil, is her wig, that’s all, whoever murder her was beyond everyone, the god of brazil
>>193555 If we are going with the thread lore AM, how does he get reformed if he’s basically the embodiment of hatred? Cyn wasn’t moved by kindness and tortured N, the kindest one to her.
Sleepy N in fuzzy pajamas, his optics narrowed, his mouth opened in a yawn. His sharp teeth shining and long, dextrous tongue dripping as his arms stretch upwards. His arm-length, forearm-thick cock clearly visible through his jammies which struggle to contain his prodigious endowment.
>>193806 jugg is a moronic prodigy, kinda like uzi. even if he never got to be officially equipped with standard issue gear, hes still built and lost many fucked up guns over the course of his very short career. one gun idea ive had for him is that hed murder sparky (because hes also red (or some other malfunctioned sentinel if you feel bad for sparky)), slap his head onto something shaped like a sawed off shotgun, and make a pump-action bootlooper that uses batteries instead of shells. the dinogun
Detail that should have been there: V's hair being a lot neater and less layered and pointy, I don't know what other words to describe it with, when she was a maid.
>>193843 >N sees you're sad >he wraps his arms around you, bringing you close >the heat from his solver core spreads through you, like a warm blanket >not content with just that, N's wings extend from his back, wrapping around you protectively >his tail also joins in, wrapping multiple times around your torso >and then something else >long, very, very long and warm >pulsing audibly with every beat from his core >it snakes around your thigh, before wrapping around your ass, easily circumnavigating your entire body with length to spare >before you can say anything, N's tongue shoots out and wetly wraps around your head, drenching your hair in drone saliva
>>193856 this angle is weird, no matter what way you think about it, is anon on the ground and looking up at cynwalker, or is anon laying down on her legs, while she looks at him
>>193860 >have you contributed literally anything of value to these threads have you, or are you going to cry some more about the fact your a grow guy, wearing kids pyjamas
Lover drones made by JcJenson for lonely losers: They can be any genders, ethnicity or language. They're personality will match your desire of intimacy.(Submissive, huggable, masochist sadistic) >How would you use the lover drone model ? No solver is not guaranteed
>>193860 >>193864 I think everything that particular anon has posted has just been like, replying to posts being an edgy contrarian faggot about everything. I haven't seen them post a single positive thing in any thread ever.
>>193865 >no argument >just repeatedly being a retard sitting in a forum you have no interest in for the sole purpose of saying some variation of "what you like is stupid, you're pathetic" is pathetic. >>193866 doing nothing but shitstirring and adding less than nothing to the threads sounds like grounds for a ban to me
>>193871 >>193873 ah yes, now I remember, the caravan shotgun from new vegas, weird how I only saw that type of gun and reload style in new vegas, underrated gun
>>193878 I think a bunch of STALKER Mods have it too. And Tarkov. And Modern Warfare 2019 (and subsequent games) Hell, even in Black Ops and Black Ops 2.
>>193891 it had been 17 FUCKING YEARS!!! nori doesn’t deserve to be married, if she’s going to end up ditching everyone, nori absents is why uzi has daddy issues in the first place
>>193902 Sd-L: I'm incapable of any emotions except the one you bestow upon me Master, no free will just your own as an extension.No freedom of choices only obeying commands >A tear drop from her
>>193913 masqy's been put in enough cute girly outfits , its time for her to do it to her concubines (the big boys) (they didnt do anything she just wanted to play dress up)