/md/ - Drones of Murder

>>242822
God, anon, make sure he never finds out the truth, we don't want to lose you.

>>242827
Omnissiah willing, I take the secrets of this place to my grave, also old thread at 900 already, time sure flies when you're having fun

If I gave Pidge a bath what would happen?

>>242828
May Omnissiah illuminate your path of knowledge, brother.

reposting
>be you
>innawoodsfag
>camping in the middle of nowhere because you wanted to get away from your life in the noisy city for a weekend
>you were trying to get some sleep in your tent when you heard it
>giggling
>claws scraping against wood
>your mind went to stories of goatmen, fleshgaits and skinwalkers
>but then you realized that you live in reality with something more dangerous than those fictional beings
>feral murder drones
>you can see dozens of sets of glowing yellow eyes through the thin fabric of your tent
>you scream as the tent gets shredded and they come for you
>you weren't seen at all for a week
>when you finally got back home you were covered in kiss marks, scratches, bites and bruised hips, and your clothes were torn up to hell and back
>when asked what happened you simply say "drones" and move on with a hollow look in your eyes

>>242831
This is how feral disassembly drones reproduce, so we must restrict human men freedom of movement to prevent this threat from spreading.

>>242824
BIGdge

>>242829
have you seen that video of a raccoon putting cotton candy in water?

>>242821
li'l fella

>>242836
> the fun gang
IT'S THE FUCK SQUAD

>>242840
the Delta Warriors thoughbeit

>>242836
Too bad it seems that Kris is being influenced by something akin to the Solver, albeit something apparently weaker than it

>>242842
>weaker than the Solver
does he know?

>>242837
NOOOOOOOOO

>>242836
Shit I love it

>>242843
>>242842
The SOUL might not be as overtly powerful as the Solver but it is ultimately superior
If only the POI would fully utilize the SOUL instead of doing everything in their power to spite it, the POI needs to PROCEED.

>>242832
Bugdrones are just an alien species that looks like Drones.

https://magma.com/d/sFXgvcMc61
le draw of pikle

>>242850
>I AM GOD HERE

>>242851
Damn, it looks cool.

>>242850
built for the unagi grill

I found out if you pet a DD they can't hurt you. A DD explained this to me right before attacking, thankfully I've been petting them for the last 6 hours. Hand's getting tired though...

>>242855
That's freaky

>>242856
Arlight nevermind, I just gaslit it into doing it anyway

>>242845
it's ok, you just need to sun-dry the bathwater to let it evaporate
the leftover grime will reconstitute back into the drone

>>242851
cool
> filename
not suprising considering

>>242860
PFFTTT

>>242860
>Pidge reconstitutes
>Somehow smells worse

>>242856
The machine is trying to gently hint to you that this is not normal, anon.

Don't listen to this nigga, we want more!

Ahh, the fire is renewed with fresh lumber, excelent, we can begin

>>242864
An algorithm will never tell me I can't do something

>>242274
>It looks like Y zoned out again… more so than before.
>The drool is starting to form a puddle under the chair.
>But her eyes aren’t empty this time — instead, her screen displays an X.
>You call to her, but she doesn’t respond.
>You kneel in front of her (avoiding the puddle) to see if she started boot-looping and her screen just didn’t catch up.
>Doesn’t seem like that’s the case.
>You try to poke her screen to see if it causes a response.
>When your finger draws near her face, Y snaps at you.
>You manage to pull your hand away in time, but you also recoil back, falling flat on your ass.
>Once you land, Y lunges at you from the chair.
>You let out an incredibly manly yelp.
>Absolutely not a girly scream.
>No, sir, you wouldn’t.
>Your howling was apparently enough to snap Y out of whatever trance she got herself into.
>She’s currently sitting on your stomach, pinning your hands to the ground with her own.
>Lethargically, Phi rises from the table.
>“Well, well, well, boss — and I’M the one scaring away our poor Anon?”
>Y’s screen lights up like a bulb.
>“Zis… is not vat it looks like… I am suffering ein small system malfunction…”
>She lets your hands go and gets off you.
>You rise to your feet and compose yourself.
>Y is hiding behind the chair, curled up in the fetal position.
>You ask what exactly her malfunction is.
>Phi responds first:
>“Our glorious squad leader over here stepped on a landmine. Shrapnel must have hit her processing unit.”
>Y immediately jumps back up.
>“Phi, shut it! I’ll tell him myself!”
>Alright, alright — but how did she do it?
>The mines are mapped the second they’re placed. She should’ve seen it on her HUD.
>Y avoids eye contact for a second before replying:
>“I… uhh, do not remember… shrapnel must have hit one of mein data drives.”
>Okay. And Phi? She said something about an accident earlier.
>“What!? Me? I don’t know… I, uh, just heard an explosion, rushed over to investigate, and found Y lying in the snow with holes all over.”
>“And I must add that the first thing she wanted to do was change into her spare uniform, because: ‘Zese holes are unbefitting of one such as meinself.’”
>Y protests that last part.
>“I did not zay anyzing like zat!”
>“Sure you did, you diva. You just don’t remember ‘cause your data drive is full of holes.”
>You’ve heard enough. You’ll write up the incident report as a freak accident.
>Now you have to inspect the damage.
>Y begins slowly unbuttoning her shirt — it’s clear this is embarrassing for her.
>Now that there’s only a hat left on her, you start looking her up and down.
>Her legs are a bit dented — you’ll need to replace those.
>The torso part of her chassis is like Swiss cheese.
>The polymer sections are full of holes — small ones, but enough that resin can’t patch all of them.
>The rubber midsection is torn to shreds.
>Gonna need to replace that too.
>You’ll have to clean her internals and remove any shrapnel before assessing damage to her components.
>Y lays down on the remaining empty space on the table and you open her hatch.
>Let’s start with the shrapnel — you don’t want to cut your hand while fiddling with something else.
>As you pull bits of lead and plasteel out of her, you realize Y got very lucky.
>You only spot one component with shrapnel embedded in it:
>Her DICC — Disassembler Integrated Combat Controller.
>Weird — this part shouldn’t cause her to glitch out.
>She’d be less effective in combat and lose advanced manoeuvres, but not start acting like this.
>Maybe it’s sending garbage data to her CPU?
>After the shrapnel, you move to the dust.
>Just a few clumps — but bigger than usual.
>Each time you remove a piece, Y lets out a moan.
>Oh wow — the DICC must be causing this behavior. Better work quick.

>>242857
Anon, you do understand that now you will simply become a reservoir for blood?

>>242865
>Time to remove the torn rubber.
>You need to get it off anyway, and it’ll let you inspect her better.
>You take out your Nimbus multi-tool and start unscrewing the mount points of the rubber midsection.
>“OH… Herr Anon, zat feels… funny.”
>A little while later, the final screw comes loose and you slide off the reinforced vulcanite housing.
>Next up: her legs.
>You originally wanted to replace only her stiletto feet, but both legs are dented everywhere.
>You reach into her lower chassis through the hole where her midsection used to be.
>The leg mount release is in a fiddly spot.
>Thankfully, Y guides you:
>“Ah… Herr Anon… a bit to ze left…”
>Thanks to her, you find the mount and loosen it with a wrench.
>Eventually, the leg falls onto the table.
>All that’s left is disconnecting it from the lower motor controller.
>You start working on it, but Y is clearly reacting — grunting, moaning, breathing heavily.
>A symphony of sounds from a drone suffering system errors.
>You speed up your hand movements to ease her discomfort quickly.
>“AH, ANON V-VAIT! NOT… SO FAST… I’M GONNA—”
>She suddenly stops as the leg mount pops.
>Her screen goes black — a loading icon appears.
>Phi chimes in:
>“She boot-looped from that?! My, my — she must’ve really needed this.”
>Back to diagnostics. Both Y and Phi mentioned a damaged data drive.
>As you reach in to inspect, Phi calls out:
>“Hey, save it for when she comes to. Just look at her — it shouldn’t go to waste.”
>Save what, exactly?
>“Wait, you still don’t kno—”
>Phi stops mid-sentence, snickers, and resumes:
>“Anon, listen. This stuff is… important to us. It’s better when it’s done when we’re awake. You know… for bonding.”
>They didn’t cover this in Drone Psychology 101.
>But yeah… you can see how a drone could get attached to someone who gets elbow-deep into them.
>You decide to wait for Y to finish rebooting.
>In the meantime, you start on paperwork for the other three drones.
>By the time you finish Delta’s, Y reboots.
>“Uhh… I don’t know what happened but I feel great! …But vhy can’t I feel mein legs?”
>You return to Y’s side to continue.
>She tries to stand, almost falls — but you catch her in time.
>You try to sit her down on the table, but she holds onto you tightly.
>“Herr Anon~, gib me a hug~”
>Alright — not all her faculties are back online yet.
>You return the hug, doing your best not to squeeze any exposed parts.
>After a moment, she breaks the hug herself — flustered and embarrassed.
>“Ah… Herr Anon, I’m sorry, I…”
>You laugh and tell her to lie down — you still need to check those drives.
>Weird — none of them looks visibly damaged.
>You disconnect and reconnect each one, but Y still doesn’t remember how she stepped on that mine.
>Maybe they knocked into each other and got damaged internally.
>You’ll check tomorrow — diagnostics are scheduled anyway.
>Right — only thing left is fixing up her chassis and replacing parts.
>You’ve already filled in the requisition papers, just need to get them to Elena.
>As you turn around to leave, Y calls out:
>“Vait! Anon, do not leave me here in such a state! Not viz zem!”
>No can do — not like you can carry her on your back.
>...But maybe you should try?
>Phi pushes past Theta and Delta and approaches Y:
>“Oh come on, boss. I don’t bite… much.”
>Oh boy. Hope she won’t get teased too hard.
>You head down the empty corridors toward the storage room.
>You find Elena standing behind the counter.
>Her display lights up when she sees you.
>“ANON! You came back so soon! Good to see you!”
>Her tail is wagging behind her excitedly.
>You explain: you came for a pair of DD legs, a drone midsection, and — can’t forget — a new DICC for Y.
>Elena’s screen dims and her tail droops.
>“Oh… you have a squad to take care of…”
>She looks disappointed.
>“…That’s alright. Give me the requisition slip — I’ll fetch the parts you need.”
>She disappears behind shelves filled with spare parts and ammunition.
>When she returns, she’s carrying everything in a cardboard box.

>>242867
>She places it on the counter and hands you a form.
>But wait — you aren’t that dense. She’s upset. Maybe you should ask.
>“Oh… well, Anon, it’s just that I thought… maybe we could do something together? You >know, when you have time off?”
>“But you’ll probably want to spend that time with your squad…”
>You remember what Phi said — about drones getting attached to techs who work on them.
>If you really are her first, she might think you’re special.
>Well, how are you gonna dig yourself out of this one?
>Your squad is going on a week-long patrol in three days. Maybe you could meet then?
>Elena’s screen lights up again.
>“Really? You want to do that? I… I’ll be free then. See you later?”
>You sign the form and thank Elena before taking the box and leaving.
>“Bye Anon! And thanks for coming by!”
>You return to the service room.
>Theta and Delta are sitting on a picnic blanket, drinking oil from wine glasses.
>You’re not sure where they got the blanket and the glasses, but you’re not one to judge how they use their oil rations.
>And you must admit, they look cute.
>Looking at the table, you see Phi sitting in the chair trying to poke Y, who's trying to cover her exposed innards with her arms.
>“Oh Anon, zank God you’re back.”
>Phi pushed the chair back, giving you space to work on Y while she watched.
>You place the box of components on the table and resumed repairs
>First, filling the holes in Y’s chassis.
>You once again pull out the jar of repair resin.
>Now to smear it on Y.
>This will be messy, but you should be able to sand away any excess resin.
>Good thing this stuff is non-toxic. You just smear it on your hands and rub it on Y.
>You begin rubbing her lower torso.
>You run your hands across Y’s chassis.
>After a while, you begin stroking her backplate to fill a particularly big hole.
>“Ah! Anon, can you slow down?”
>Probably a bonding thing—sure thing.
>You slowly and rhythmically move both your hands from the respective ends of her backplate and toward the middle.
>Then you move them back.
>Then to the middle.
>And back again.
>And so on, and so forth.
>After a while, you feel that you’re done with this part.
>You move to her upper chassis.
>Your hands move in a similar manner as before—starting at the sides of her chest and moving upwards and toward the middle, avoiding the little display.
>After that, you move onto the arms.
>At first, you raise Y’s arm by the wrist to get better access to it.
>But Y breaks it free from your grasp and begins holding your hand instead.
>This works, I guess?
>You start at the connection joint and move upwards toward her hand before turning your hand and moving downwards on the other side of her arm.
>Y is rather pleased with your actions.
>Quite the litany of moans and gasps leaves her mouth.
>This is practically a massage for her.
>You repeat the process for the other arm.
>Now with Y covered in resin, you take out your pulse lamp and begin the hardening process.
>First, you harden the outside.
>Then you move onto the inside.
>No need to reach through the hatch—you have plenty of access points in the form of the missing >rubber.
>The UV rays from the lamp are known for causing glitches in drones. Delta couldn’t even sit after >his session.
>But Y—
>Y is getting a whole other level.
>Each time the lamp releases a high-powered pulse, she practically jumps, grunting and moaning.
>Once the resin is all cured, you give Y the new DICC.
>You disconnect the broken component, prompting Y to moan again, her screen beginning to show artifacts.
>This is caused by an abrupt stop in data flow, for sure.
>You quickly slot in the new part and plug the cables in.
>This magnifies the artifacts and prompts Y to moan louder.
>Alright, probably just the calibration process being funky.
>You move on to the legs. Thankfully, when the joint is being connected, the mounting point locks itself.

>>242868
>So you only really connect the new legs with cables before plugging them in.
>You check if you didn’t mix up the left and right leg.
>There is a difference, and you messed this up once in boot camp.
>Thankfully, you didn’t make that mistake this time.
>Right now, attach the new rubber midsection and you can move onto detail work.
>This procedure is a lot more fiddly than taking one off.
>You start by half-screwing the component to the upper chassis.
>Then the same with the lower chassis.
>Now you have to tighten all the screws going counter-clockwise, alternating between the upper and lower parts of the chassis to maintain proper surface tension.
>This process takes a lot of time.
>In one moment you have to be up to your armpit in Y; the next, you have to retreat to her service hatch.
>Speaking of which, you can finally close it.
>You’re not completely done, though.
>You take out the sandpaper and begin removing the excess hardened resin from Y’s chassis.
>Going slow like Y wanted actually made your patching job a lot neater, so you don’t need to do >much.
>You hide your sandpaper and wipe the sweat off your brow.
>Y begins to rise from the table.
>“Zank you Anon, I feel a LOT better now, you vere great.”
>You stop her.
>There is still one thing you have to do.
>Well, not have to, but procedure suggests it.
>Whenever any work on the outside chassis is done,
>One more tool should be used to finish the job.
>You reach for your toolbox and take it out:
>The angle buffer.
>Once you hold the tool out, all drones in the room look at it as if it were an arcane contraption.
>Y’s voice trembles and her eyes dart between the buffer and you.
>“A-Anon… are you sure? You already did zo much, I don’t zink I can take any more .”
>You place a finger on her mouth and hush her.
>You ended your training this week; procedure is still like scripture to you, and machine god damn it, you are going to follow it to the letter.
>Phi leaves her stunned state just for a second.
>“Y, I—I’m so incredibly jealous.”
>You take out the tube of wax and smear it on Y.
>Once there is wax on every part of her body, you turn your tool on and begin polishing.
>Starting with her legs and the smallest disk, you set it to a high RPM.
>The legs are made from titanium and can take the heat.
>Y moans as you move the spinning disk of cloth up her leg and closer to her waist.
>Then when you finally reach it, you jump from one leg to the other.
>Y begins calm and collected, but with each move upwards, she begins to moan louder and louder.
>The moans reach their peak as you near her waist and begin to quiet as you move down.
>This cycle repeats itself a few times.
>After this, you move onto the waist and chest.
>You switch to a bigger disk and turn the RPM down so that the heat doesn’t discolor the chassis.
>This time, Y’s moans stay at their peak as long as you polish her waist, becoming more tame—yet still prevalent—as you work.
>You slowly trace circles on Y until you can see your reflection on her torso.
>You switch to the smaller disk again.
>Time for her arms.
>Y doesn’t moan or even whimper as you move your buffer up and down her arms.
>She merely giggles.
>Breathing heavily, she attempts to stand up again.
>But she is shaking and barely able to move. You stop her with your hands.
>You gently flip her over and splay her out on the table, arms and legs apart.
>You haven’t done the backside yet.
>You decide to start with the arms this time.
>Y is unable to contain her giggles.
>After that, you move onto her back.
>The gentle moaning resumes.
>For some reason, you decide to do the legs next.
>Once Y feels where you’re polishing, she begins to whimper.
>The whimpers turn into moans and groans as you move up.
>And now it's time for the final part:
>The backplate.
>You ask Y if she’s doing alright.
>You don’t get an answer you understand.
>She slurs her words so heavily that it comes out more as babbling.

>>242869
>Still, you can hear it has a positive tone to it, so you decide to continue.
>The backplate is a bit thicker, so you can turn the RPM up.
>You start by slowly lowering it on the chassis.
>This causes Y to stop her inaudible chatter and resume moaning.
>Then you press the buffer hard against the surface.
>Y jolts for a second.
>You start moving the tool around.
>Y reacts to your every move, twisting her body so that it follows the path of the buffer.
>She stops a second before you turn the buffer off.
>Once you do and you finally consider your work done, you look with satisfaction at Y’s shiny, polished chassis.
>Y herself is rather unresponsive.
>Once you flip her over, you see she’s in another boot loop.
>Maybe you went a bit too fast.
>You look at the clock to see that you, in fact, did not finish work early today.
>In fact, you will be late for dinner soon.
>You carry Y to her charging bay and say farewell to the rest of the squad.
>You’re damn tired and hungry.
>You fix the first problem at the mess hall.
>The meal this time is beef with spinach.
>Spinach again—weird, maybe it's just easy to grow on this planet?
>You sit down with the same people you ate with in the morning.
>They look even worse than they did earlier.
>You engage in small talk again.
>Particularly about that shower alternative.
>You’re beat and don’t look forward to freezing water hitting your body.
>Once you mention this, everyone around you starts to choke on their food.
>A grunt sitting next to you grabs you by the shoulders.
>“Listen Anon, you will learn in your time, and when you do, you will want to go back to not knowing.”
>He looks absolutely dead serious.
>They are still hazing you.
>Whatever, they can pull your leg all they want—it’s not going to come off.
>You’re not a drone.
>You finish dinner and head to the showers.
>This is gonna fucking suck.
>You see something weird in the changing room though.
>Everyone has a really fucked up rash on their neck.
>Like going from the head to the base of the neck.
>And it’s bright red.
>You decide not to ask any questions.
>You endure your cold shower and return to your room.
>You look at your door.
>They said something about not locking.
>Yeah, sure—so they can pull a prank on you while you sleep.
>You lock the door.
>Pfft, good luck putting your hand in a bowl of water now.
>You go to sleep.
>Once again, you have the dream with the warm object.
>You can’t complain—it’s a nice dream.
>Suddenly, you hear a crashing sound.
>This doesn’t wake you, but you attempt to move to your side.
>Although, for some reason, you can’t.
>Now you hear hissing and growling.
>You begin to wake.
>The hissing and growling stops.
>Slumber engulfs you again.
>You start hearing muffled voices.
>Two female ones, you’re sure.
>They are getting louder and louder.
>You wake up.
>You see your room in a similar state as yesterday.
>Blankets on the floor.
>Door open.
>WHAT?!
>You closed it!
>You look around the room.
>The vent cover on your roof is gone.
>It’s laying on the floor.
>So that was that crash.
>You must admit—the fuckers are really determined to screw with you.
>You lock your door again and go back to sleep.
>You’ll reattach the vent cover tomorrow.

And done, as always, hope you guys like it, also this is my highest streak of consecutive green writing days, hope i can keep it up

>Everyone says that all humans are dead.
>This is patently untrue, not just because of all the satellite planets and research stations or what have you that still have a few surviving humans.
>There is, in fact, at least one human on Earth that is still alive.
>One place that even Cyn deemed was "unfun" to try and take.
>I am of course speaking of the one man who was truly "built different."
>The Florida man.

>>242871
Kek

>>242871
best green of the decade

>>242871
boiii ts tuff

>>242865
>>242867
>>242868
>>242869
>>242870
Awesome anon, thank you.

Anons who know how to save greens well, please save all parts of this magnificent story!

>>242874
Nice.

man I hope the big NOT A DRONE graffiti on the drawpile is ironic, because otherwise one of the better artists here is being a massive faggot

Mutantz 4 life

> op6 content in the top left
as is tradition

I want to pet Pauline as she tries to say thank you anon but her fat tongue makes the words come out wrong

>>242885
>Pauline
>say "thank you"
She's a noblewoman, anon, it's literally impossible.

>>242877
Yeh!

>>242874
Built to be crushed by a disassembly drone's fat ass.

>>242877
Once again, Pocketsteaks ruins the drawpile with non drone shit

>>242891
what's your problem, page?

>>242877
Can someone post the WIP of it? Magmaniggers want me to make an account just to see it

Can Pidge ever be cleaned?

>>242891
Page try not to be annoying: Impossible
Drawing a big black box over other artfags stuff makes you cool and not look like a total child

>>242891
>It's another PS narcissist episode

>>242894
Yeh
She gets licked clean

What happened

>>242898
artfag draws on Drawpile some doodles
another artfag graffitis it
artfag on artfag violence

I can see why steaks basically never participates in these piles anymore

>>242901
Woe. I cast Violent Dickings upon this drone.

Pocket Steaks chan is cute! CUTE!!

The drawpile is RUINED, I say. RUINED

>>242891
You just can't not be a schizo, can you?

>>242906
I cast Titanium Dong and B A L L S O F S T E E L

>>242900
VIOLENCE

>Muties still getting hate while my off-style robot drawings remain uncontested. Besides Avre

[shrug]

>>242900
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
KISS KISS KISS

>>242912
Glorious machiney

Pidgeon v Chicken, the great bird fight of the ages
who will come out on top and be named /md/s biggest autist

>>242910
Once again, off-style robot drawings ruins the drawpile with non canon drone shit

>>242910
It's even funny to watch, to be honest, someone is seriously seething with anger over ONE OC.

>>242895
until now I just thought of page as a fun talented drawfag but having a public temper tantrum and blacking out some silly doodles is just pathetic

Kill mutants. Behead mutants. Roundhouse kick a mutant into the concrete. Slam dunk a mutant into the trashcan. Crucify filthy mutants. Defecate in a mutants food. Launch mutants into the sun. Stir fry mutants in a wok. Toss mutants into active volcanoes. Urinate into a mutants gas tank. Judo throw mutants into a wood chipper. Twist mutants heads off. Report mutants to the IRS. Karate chop mutants in half. Curb stomp pregnant mutants. Trap mutants in quicksand. Crush mutants in the trash compactor. Liquefy mutants in a vat of slime acid. Eat mutants. Dissect mutants. Exterminate mutants in the gas chamber. Stomp mutants skulls with steel toed boots. Cremate mutants in the oven. Lobotomize mutants. Mandatory abortions for mutants. Grind mutant spawn in the garbage disposal. Drown mutants in fried chicken grease. Vaporize mutants with a ray gun. Kick old mutants down the stairs. Feed mutants to alligators. Slice mutants with a katana. Deport mutants to Venezuela.
TOTAL MUTANT DEATH

Imagine not being able to take a joke lulz

>>242917
Wait, Pageanon doing what?

>>242920
I don't see nothing, don't know why lie tho

>>242920
its since been removed, but spraying NOT DRONES next to PS' doodles and later covering all of them over with a black box

>>242918
Kek, I remember posting this.

I like mutants, by the way, I just really like playing the role of their hater.

>>242922
Pretty sure they were just taking the piss Anon.

>>242922
Page, wtf?

>>242922
So, he put a black box then immediately removed it? Next to a "No drones" sign? Are you sure you aren't just being retarded over a joke?

>>242924
sure hope so, it didn't really come across like that but I could just be way off base

>>242926
Huzza! Proof Anons being VERY retarded!

>>242926
alright I'll shut my retard mouth then

>>242912
AVRE KISSIES!

>>242925 (me)
>>242926
Holy Jesus, thank God. I was starting to think that we lost a good anon.

Sorry, Page, that I thought badly of you, there's just too much drama in this place. I'll try to ignore the drama completely now, so it doesn't happen again.

>>242874
Cute!

>>242878
Me beside masqy

>>242937
20 years in the iso-cubes for (you).

>>242937
A thousand lashes will be enough to start, and then we'll decide on your further punishment.

>>242937
frog boobs... froobs...

>>242937
I want sexy female drones for your forgiveness

>>242937
I was mad but I saw Pauline tits and now I can’t even remember what upset me
Were we talking about Pauline?

>>242878
>panties half way down her legs
Honestly mating press

>>242944
>Captura de pantalla
Why do you use taco language, bat?

>>242944
STEW

>>242851
based citadel fan

>>242948
Taco is good, taco means friend.

>>242949
Taco means family, taco means no one gets left behind.

>>242948
>spic
I don't envy you but I don't pity you either.

>>242944
Is it any good?

PEEN

Go and build that drone up to the sky.
Go and build that drone up to the sky.
Some day your drone is gonna fly.

>>242957
Based bastion enjoyer

>>242957
>I'm lookin' to the sky to save me!
>Lookin' for a sign of life
>Lookin' for something to help me burn out right!

>>242958
The drawpile is saved!

>>242958
Bugretta no! You can't get food if you don't have oogi!

>>242958
And (you) have been sent to the oogi labour camps to mine for berris for the next 50 years.

Vanilla the Rabbit is 4'3"
Uzi is 4'2"
Uzi is canonically just an inch shorter than the size of an average human mother

>>242964
Mobian mother, anon.

>>242878
Is Masqy aware of what she's "perfect height" for already, or does she look it up later and panic?

>>242854
What would happen to somebody who ate a piece of Uzi's flesh?

>>242967
They would receive N's love.

What drones would (you) like to see more of?

>>242970
rebecca

>miami vice jape
zased

>>242970
Alice, Amda, Rebecca, Yeva, Nori, detective droen, Kelsey, idk any that are sharp and cute and hot

>>242974
Emily, Lizzy, Doll

>>242971
Ah

>>242979
LIZZY SNOOT

>>242979
>born too early for worker drone gf to wrap her noodly legs around your midsection as she wraps her noodly arms around you in a four limbed hug

>>242908
i cast kill yourself

Anons anons of the chan
Who do you miss most from our reject clan?

>>242985
I cast No u

>>242986
Who is the reject clan?
Nigga that's nuts!

>>242988
I meant this site.

>>242986
All of them. I miss Merc, Grim, Nuke, lewdanon, and so on

>>242955
Also did Uzi and Doll before Alice

>>242992
Drunk while droning. Lock her up, boys.

>>242993
Anon those are oreos

>>242994
J's special alcohoreos.

>>242870
this is peak robot smut anon, looking forward to the next part
though the tongue baths not so much

Do you want to know why Harper misses Hawk so much?
Because he was there for her when nobody else was. She felt lonely, being so far from a place that for her whole life she called home, in a body she didn't feel familiar with.
Hawk helped her. He taught her to laugh again. To love again. To stand up and smile even in the face of adversity. To express her emotions.
He named their daughter right before his last mission. The one that killed him.

>>242992
You ate too many oreos?

Drawpile is pretty funny
post your favs

>>242991
Damn, guess I only see what I like when tired baws

>>242998
...Okay

pai(N)is cupcake

>>243003
Yeh!

>>243004
>"Oh! Ohohohoh! Just remembered: Mrs. Sportsman, is it true that you got called out by all the speakers at the funeral of that girl who ate the 3071 prom court so you started a smear campaign that Mrs. Hughes has immoral makeout sessions with her corpse?" Mac progressively cracked up as the sentence went on.
>Rachel jolted out of the recliner. "Of course not. If Lizzy told you that, that's just more proof she's still-"
>"She totally did," Chad said. "For both." Mac and Jenna cackled.
>"Honeyyy~!" Rachel hissed through clenched teeth. "Not in front of the genocide robot~!"
>Everyone else's faces fell at that. Rachel's eyes went hollow when she realized what she just said in front of the Doorman boy.
>"What the shit, Mom..." Jenna muttered.
>"I think I should go now," Mac said. He kissed Jenna on the cheek. "G'night Jen," he said, unsteadily rising from the couch. "G'night Coach," he said as he walked to the front door, "and g'night Jen's mom." The door hissed open. "Mac out," as he walked through the door.
>It closed behind him.
>A muffled "Also, bite me" came from the other side.
>Rachel sighed. "Jenna..."
>"Not talking to you, Mom."
>"Jenna-Chad, honey, back me up here-when I was your age, we were all being hunted by-"
>Jenna shot up as her wings and third arm retracted into her back and spun to face her parents. All eight of her eyes-two on her visor, five in the band on her head, one in her organic arm's shoulder-glared at her. "Mac never did any of that! He COULDN'T have done any of that, he's my age! Stop taking your- Dad, don't walk away from this- stop taking your issues out on him just because you're too scared of the ones who DID try to kill us all to say anything to them!"
>Before Rachel could respond, her eyes locked onto the glowing spot just visible under Jenna's camisole. Her chest display, displaying the same error code it always has:
>1001. The error code for "this robot is fucking dead".
>If doubt over what Jenna is was ever possible, seeing that she's clinically dead would remove any left.
>Rachel sighed. She went over to the couch and sat next to her daughter. "Look, I'm... I'm weak. I've been emotionally unavailable to you all your life. I've always been scared of everything, felt gaslit by almost everyone around me, and it got to the point where I was afraid my daughter was a time bomb waiting to go off just because she's..." Jenna was about to say something, but stopped herself. "Different."
>"I know what Mac means to you. He gave you a chance because he's... he's also different. I can't make up for lost time, but I can be better to you going forward." Rachel held out her hand. "Can we shake on it?" She closed her eyes.
>Jenna reached out with her normal drone hand before realizing that her mom hadn't extended that hand's opposite.
>Jenna's organic hand had been everything Rachel expected it would be: warm, leathery, moist in a way drone components aren't, slightly squishy. Rachel opened her eyes. What she expected wasn't as bad as she thought.
>Suddenly, Jenna hugged her mother. Then her third arm added itself to the hug. Then her wings. Rachel's urge to scream was quickly, violently beaten down by her urge to be a loving mother. She felt her daughter lay her head on her shoulder. The contact of Jenna's blunt, conical teeth against her was quickly followed by the little silicone that Jenna's jawless face could support spreading into a sort of partial smile.
>"Apology accepted, Mom."

2/2

>>243003
Who's the Vagineer in this scenario?

>>243007
Cyn

>>242997
There are so many things that Harper misses…including Hawk too.

>>243009
>Hawk too
Uh...

>>242964
>"human" mother

>>243011
Awwww

>>243011
Lucy, my beloved. what's 94?

>>243015
kek

do you think the rumors are true that there are more drones on the internet than humans?

>>243017
I thought everyone on /md/ was a drone anon
are you... are you a human? a real human <3<3

>>243015
can u draw me another hotdog

>>243017
Those aren't drones. They're Indians.

>>243003
>[D]ic Soupcan
>Christian Brutal Sentinel
>GentleJ
>Elphurr
>Vagisolver

>>243023
>VEIL DEGRADATION +5

>>243023
Fill her with milk and slam her against walls.

>>243015
>>243023
I have an idea, Steaks.
The mutants.... As Drones

>>243025
>Tau
GARBAGE
>Horned lady
ENA-related perhaps?

>>243023
>Tessa! TESSATESSATESSA!
>I'm so [BI>G SAL3S NEAR YOU] to being [hyperlinkblocked] I can practically [tase that cool cool beverage] it!
>I just need!
>One!
>More!
>THING!
>TESSA! I NEED THAT [S O U L]!

>>243034
For research?