/md/ - Murder Drones

>>231280
Need more snootimages

>>231281
>>231280
Image of V snoot and tummy and Alice midesction

>>231279
Oh no you don't

>>230998
ah shit, it grew legs

>>231292

Dear anon-who-wrote-Pavo-NNN
You have a lewd Pavo green cooking to be posted for fag month, don't you?

How's your day?

Fact: Oogiposting is more on-topic than mutantslop.

>>231317

Did you know that Abby isn't even a real /md/ OC? Some schizo furfag infiltrated the booru and uploaded dozens of pictures of his waifu that he commission whores for thousands of dollars a year and no one thought to raise concern about it.

wearing anons shirt

>>231304
Ever play V Rising?

>>231327
Silence, Deci-ue-vuer

>>231332
>Molly watching from the window

>>231312
Salamanders when.

>>231367

N's good boy aura is enough to protect nearby disassembly drones from sunlight. Rubbing his nut into their skin in lieu of can provide protection even when he isn't around.

>>231376

>>231371
God I love Alice's expressions so much
She's after Khan/teacher among the 'oldest' drones we see, but after doll probably has vest dexterity and is incredibly giddy/lively/insane often enough, if such excellent aging isn't attractive then I don't know what is.
Experienced mind in a peak body🧡🤍🖤⚡✨😩🔥

>>231389
Kekekekek
Voodoogi?

>>231392
wife mentioned

Joblins have the same Death call as Hamsters do:

throughout their life their see a trail leading to their unequally gruesome death and they follow it like a soldier to war.

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/n8qj1s/how_did_your_hamster_die_because_apparently_these/

>>231400
>reddit
You have to go back.

>>231309
You are genuinely unhinged. There is no excuse for this new crop of OCs to be Humans instead of Worker Drones.

>>231405
>The tell-tale drone

>>231406
>There is no excuse for this new crop of OCs to be Humans instead of Worker Drones.
Because the anon didnt want to make them worker drones and wanted to make human OCs?
Seems like a good enough excuse to me.

>>231411
I am him. I don't samefag. That is the first post I have made on mutant OCs in this thread. The last post I made in the last thread was the update of my greentext.

>She can see all your posts seething
>And she loves them
>Just another poor complaining about their noble betters
>Its no wonder she is so smug

>>231414
>I am him. I don't samefag.

>>231418
>>231418
>i just think mutants are cool
Good news: there's canonical mutants. All of those mutants are zombie drones though. Vore Satan doesn't turn humans into animal people, it turns them into puddles of bloody meat goo with bones sticking out of them that are presumably alive and in mute, immobile, unimaginable agony.
>drones that saw humans as monsters
Drones saw humans as gods.

>>231413
That has nothing to do with Murder Drones anymore then and shouldn't be in the main thread. It should be what is segregated from the main thread, not canon discussion.
>>231415
What does this even have to do with Murder Drones?

>>231425
Lizzy got the butt (WD pelvis)

>>231362
Why are you scared of dronetongue?

>>231362
>Nonmouthheadlocated-orifice
Does this count?

>>231418
>>231423
>monsters
>gods
Pagan gods, AKA Gnostic demons. Embodiments of nature's unconditional reward of cruelty. The apex predator.

>>231439
Cute and would act for her
Sometimes I wanna forget she helped Doll knock all the other candidates down, it'd be a shame for one of the very few survivors (eith such admittedly oretty looks) to be evil
And I need more Lizzy images

>Pavo goes in for a routine checkup a few days after the fujobot was taken out
>It generally takes about a month before it shows up again
>Everyone at the base is just glad it's so weirdly obsessed, as it's the only DD who routinely slips through the planet's security net and could do serious damage were its goals not so stupid
>"Alright, routine maintenance, I'm going to make sure all your innards are where they belong. No jokes."
>Pavo bites back the one about not minding if a few are rearranged, lying on the table as Anon slips an apparatus on his head
>Drones could be forced into sleep mode using overrides, even remotely in cases, but for security reasons, Sentinel Drones could only be forced into sleep with special devices designed to be as inconvenient as possible
>Anon flips it on and Pavo feels himself drifting into that strange blue abyss he sees in his darkest dreams, marked with the black antilights he knows as his fellow cores
>The technician gets to work, no doubt poking into his body and checking his wires, servos... core...
>He could only wonder what dream he'd have this time- never a nightmare, but what would his imagination come up with today?

>Pavo slowly starts to drift out of the abyssal sea, finding himself on the table again
>"Huh? Done already? That was qui-"
>He's silenced as Anon's face fills his field of view and he feels a pair of human lips pressed to his
>A tongue forces its way into his mouth, across his metal teeth, then past, touching his own, larger tongue
>His arms are pinned by a considerably weaker pair of human arms, his resistance not enough to push away the clearly affected Anon as he... gave Pavo exactly what he had been hoping for for so long
>He wants to call out to Anon, to tell this dream to stop teasing him like this, force himself awake, but he can't bring himself to do so
>His cool blue eyes roll to the top of his display as he gives up and lets it happen, accepts whatever his mind's giving him
>The dream Anon finally stops, placing a hand on Pavo's cheek as his other traces his hand with its fingers, and his vision starts to cloud
>Again, he sinks into that fathomless ocean.

>When he wakes up, for real, everything's as it was, Anon pulling the sleeper off his head
>"Maintenance is complete... though your core temperature did spike at one point. Do you feel okay? Anything strange?"
>"Y-yeah... just had a dream," Pavo says, his face lighting up with blush lines
>"I'll hope I wasn't in it- I was, wasn't I."
>Pavo looks away, blush lines rising a few pixels, and Anon frowns even harder
>"...Whatever, your homoerotic fantasies are your own. You're all set."
>Normally, Pavo would stay and shoot the shit with Anon, but after that dream...
>"I'll be on my way. See you later, Anon?"
>"Sure. Have a good one."
>The door shuts behind the powerwalking peacock as he absconds from the abnormally awkward atmosphere
>Anon tidies up his workplace quietly and heads back to his nearby quarters, straight to the bathroom to wash his hands
>He looks himself in the mirror, before opening it and grabbing a small bottle of mouthwash, dumping half its contents into his mouth and spitting out half of it in his attempt to swish it around
>Somehow, Pavo hadn't realized what happened back there. Good.
>Anon just needed to quiet the gay little voice in his head before it got too loud and made him do something dumb. Dumber than what he just did.
>It wasn't time yet. Maybe if this war ended and there was anything left of both of them afterward, then maybe...
>Lightyears away, a newly-restored backup DD suddenly feels a pain in her chest, like she'd just missed something very important.

>>231426
>Go infest the canon only thread
I love how this line says everything that needs to be said for me.

>>231443
>>231415
This is a vampire that makes keybug mutant servants I think I read. There is literally no excuse for this to not be a Worker Drone.

>quiet
>it was so… quiet
>Valentine sat atop her throne of bone, flesh, and skulls, in the manor she had committed the most heinous of familicideto earn. She had spilt the blood of her whole family to finally make it all hers, and she was immensely annoyingly bored.
>She now had all the freedom and power she ever craved, and she spent 90% of her day on her self made throne sipping wine and pondering.
>Her Manor before was a lot of things, irritating, annoying, no one treating her the way she was supposed to be treated and bowing to her every movement.
>But it was never quiet, not like this. It was constantly filled with the sound of music and people, parties that never seemed to end. It was among many reasons the rest of her family never had time for her, Valentine never seemed to like to participate in the galas anyway.
>She wasnt much of a people person in the way “Others” like to be people persons, she was outgoing sure but people didnt seem to like what she did or how she acted. Just another reason she was so above the rest of them.
>Now, there is no one. It was just her in this empty room sitting, staring. There *were* the servants, but she didnt really count them. They make noise sure but she had long gotten used to the sound of buzzing insects to the point it hardly registered to her as noise.
>She picked up a random skull from her throne with some effort, almost having to play Tug of War with the mutated flesh of her chair for it. She began to study it slowly, noticing every small detail.
>She wondered who this person was, what they wanted, what they dreamt of, what they thought as she sucked the life out of them. Were they thinking of a loved one, the abyss, their god?
>She licked the skull for hints of blood as she pondered, and kept waiting, it was as if she was waiting for the skull to talk back to her for some company.
>Perhaps she just needed to perform a ritual, communion might help her understand more.
>She wandered her halls for the ritual chamber of the manor she had located in the basement, dragging her hand against the wall noticing every groove and detail, occasionally rubbing against some flesh that reacted to her touch and jolted away from her.
>Down there she got to work, pulling a mischievous little servant she had locked in a cage and cracked his neck open to begin drawing a crude circle with strange runes and symbols she hardly understood but felt were right, as if knowledge was locked away somewhere deep in her mind.
>She began to pray, then she began to wait. She waited more and more, until nothing but more quiet filled her mind. The higher being she prayed to seemed to work in.. VERY mysterious ways, her blessings often being subtle to Valentine.
>She sat there for a moment waiting for illumination until the boredom and quiet overtook her, and with one long sigh she got back up and wandered her manor a little more.
>She wandered her way into her trophy room, an ever expanding museum of collected junk, jewellery, artifacts, ritual items, paintings, skeletons, whatever interested her. The Servants built for her a rather large pile of collected items in the middle of the room she liked to lay upon to feel the sheer wealth she had amassed.
>She hovered to the top of the pile and laid down, soaking in the hill of treasure that lay below her. She snapped her fingers and She had Blood wine delivered straight to her at the top of the hill of gold to which she began to drink from on her back, letting some dribble carelessly onto her wealth. All of this, and she still felt basically nothing.
>It was great, sure, and it certainly cemented her as an insanely important person of status, but there was no one to rub this wealths face in.
>So she laid there, grabbing a handful of coins every so often and letting it slide down her hands like sand in a desert. The clinks of the yellow metal clanging against each other did little to help the quiet of the manor.
>She quickly left this as well, not before throwing an expensive piece of gem coated tableware against a nearby wall.
>she left this room as well and quietly strolled around the manor, more hunched over then before.
>The little servants knew she was in a mood and not to bother her, lest a swift quick to the face and splat against a nearby wall would end their life.
>Which is why it was so strange one of them dared to approach her in her current state, buzzing wildly as if it had something to tell her. Valentine resisted the urge to immediately crush the creature, but gave a look to let it know its time was limited.

>>231460
>It continued to buzz frantically and tug at her dress, which was a sign to her it had spotted some nearby food for her to eat, or maybe it wanted to show it something it had made for her, whatever it is it was at least interesting enough for her to follow it. Perhaps her pursuing the most noble game of the hunt would quiet her thoughts.
>It led her outside of the Manor, and Manor grounds to a nearby small town. Inside was a person looking for any supplies it could muster. Jokes on them, Valentine had the place picked clean ages ago for things to add to her collection of stuff she owned.
>She did however leave plenty of the more worthless trinkets and bobbles and shiny things to entice would-be treasure hunters, which this prey seemed more than interested in.
>This was it, the energy she was missing before, she felt electricity rush back into her veins. It was still quiet, but her mind was hyper focused on her prey now, and what she would do to him.
>Her favorite part was the game, she wanted it to feel dread before she attacked. She would first make it aware something was wrong, the buzzing of flies filling the air most of all.
>Then, the noises, a giggle here, a shadow along the wall there, sometimes if she really wanted
She’d set up small traps and scares for it to discover such as trip wires or the corpses of dead friends dangling.
>She didnt have any corpses on hand, but she really wished she did, she was starving now anyways.
>The prey was freaking out by now and getting ready to run out of town now, looking all over frantically for a sign of the threat it had no idea loomed just behind him now.
>The poor fool barely had a chance to react before Valentine grabbed him from behind and dragged him back into the shadows with her, and sunk her teeth deep into his throat tearing it apart guzzling all the blood from his throat she could.
>This was it, Noise had returned to her life, A thousand gals were in the man's eyes as she witnessed the light slowly flickering.
>there he was now, bleeding before her, slowly dying. And Valentine stared, and stared more, the adrenaline left as quickly as it appeared and with her hunger satiated she felt
>Nothing really. The quiet returned. While this was quite possibly the most important day for her prey, this was nothing more than 2am for her.
>She looked at the Prey trying his best to cover his heavily bleeding throat, Valentine wondered how it even was still alive.
>She sighed right before she stuck him in the neck with her stinger nose to inject him with a poison that paralyzed and coagulated his blood, she did not wish for him to waste all that blood just yet.
>It was quiet when she exited the building, it was quiet when she entered the town square utterly devoid of the life she remembered once was there, and it was quiet as she dragged the man back to her manor.
>She now sat back on her throne hours later, returning to the quiet of her room, now with a new Skull she was staring at to feel every groove and detail before letting slip uncaringly from her hand and shatter on the ground.
>Even that made no sound for her.

I wanna clang Y...

>>231460
>>231461
Where's the drones?

>>231446
Oh baby

>>231463
Every servant is an instance of a heavily mutated keybug, so I count at least a dozen or more drones in this green.

Do you think someone will make a cheap ass bad horror movie if the Molly show enters the public domain?

>>231472
I did

>somebody post mutants.
>cue oilrig/oilrig disciple/pillarite seething about it and concern trolling.
>if someone bites the bait instead of calling him a faggot and moving on, proceed to go on a several post back-and-forth argument that results in 0 minds being changed and nothing contributed to the thread from his side.
>if nobody replies, proceed to samefag, falseflag, and shidpost to try and eek out some form of "gotcha!"
>mutie content gets posted anyways either out of spite or because the creator dgaf.
>the cycle repeats.
STOP THE WORLD I WANNA GET OFF

🔥
Need to try copy the Vickermans style

>>231489
Why don't you go play Nuclear Throne? That seems to better align with your interests than Murder Drones.

>>231488
>>231490
It is indeed, but I have not drawn this.
Only thing I made was a 30min draw/2 hour linecolouring remake of the second concept art he made for Alice. It has glaring issues if compared side by side especially in the face, but was really fun

>>231494(me)
Original and reference for comparison
thanks again fir whoever made this cleaned up variant of her

>>231487
I hope you realize that beyond the thin veneer of "sophistication" that your manner of speech provides, you're basically just saying you're worked up over the fact that drawfags aren't catering to YOUR preferences specifically.
Take a long look at yourself in the mirror before taking a cold shower my guy. You're only going to embarrass yourself further down this train of thought.

Going to bed now. Y'all better have posted drones when I wake up

Well, I'm going to sleep early. Enjoy your drama

>>231503
Goodnight

>>231502
Blystal was Rape 150+ Time...

>>231506
they cancel each other out
which leaves him only as
a fag