Drones should be so real, Friends. They should be real, just imagine having a cute little Drone to pat their head, and to be hugged. The outstanding Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel exploded with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The booming OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>242824
>It's Disabled Pride Month, anon! >The one month you can be an autistic retard without shame! >We're proud of you, too. >It has to be real hard going about life with so many mental disabilities. >Want a juice box? >Dino nuggies? >Anything for our special needs boy for his special month! >Oh, we could get you a hugbox!
>>243760 >What did he say? >Hang on, let me look it up. >... >... >Good job. You completely ruined this month for us. >We were going to glue a bike helmet onto your head in public, get you handicap plates... >Call ourselves your handlers and try to get you a job at a recycling plant... >People will jack off to ANYTHING, huh? >Disgusting. Perverts ruin everything. >Anyway, we're gonna rewatch all of House. >Since you're not a special retard this month, you're back on cushion duty. >Get comfy, faggot.
>>243760 Please tell me this isn't a real thing. Please tell me that there aren't people in this world who get off to fantasies of being condescending to the differently-brainulated about fucking chicken nuggets. The femanon stuff that goes flying around here may be weird and edgy, but this is just CRRRIIINGE.
>>243774 No, it's way worse than the post I made when I momentarily forgot those people exist. Not even sure how to describe it. I'm sure digging around in the /trash/ for autism kinks would give an answer, and I'm equally sure you don't want said answer.
>>243779 Anon, the only difference between us and any other living organism is that we simply CAN REALIZE this fucked up thing. All other living beings do the same shit, but without reflection.
I just wanted to make a post where U-U reference the latest pride month and call you a retard, and now everyone knows that there's a fetish for characters with Autism Speaks underwear telling autistic people to jack off to them so that they don't risk breeding.
>be you >inter-system cargo hauler >hauling a few dozen tons of top tier drone oil between systems >get an alarm from my computer >[UNKNOWN HUMANOIDS ON HULL] >check the cameras on the hull >fucking murder drones are using a mining laser to melt a hole into your airlock >damnit
>>243788 >Mining laser >A few dozen tons of top tier drone oil >Laser >Oil Thank God there is no oxidizer in a vacuum, otherwise the explosion would be huge. But if your ship has shit engines that use oxygen, then yeah, you're fucked.
Being brief and honest, I find it very amusing how people tend to react when it comes to the nugget content when a while ago there was stuff that was objectively worse done for spite or hatred.
I don't have any malice towards it, just straight up passion. As long the drive of creation exists. I'll draw or write whatever my mind comes up.
Simply I don't have that much of an interest on OC content, just want to explore more on the canon characters, doesn't matter if it's OOC at that point
>>243796 I have nothing against nugget Uzi but I really feel like you'd get more mileage out of just doing the same thing with OC's. It's way too out of character for N to the point you've already said you're doing an AU anyway. Just my two cents. Still love your content... for the artistic value.
>>243796 >how people tend to react when it comes to the nugget content I noticed that only on /co/ people were telling you to stop or insulting you for this content, and that was concrete idiot(yeah, pillar, fuck you). All the other anons were fine with Uzi nuggets because it was just for lulz, and we know that.
So it's okay anon, don't pay attention to idiots, you make good content.
>>243796 I just don't like the abject cruelty. Not like I'm gonna subject you to my terrible opinions though, since you're just an artfag doing what you want.
>>243796 >Simply I don't have that much of an interest on OC content, just want to explore more on the canon characters, doesn't matter if it's OOC at that point Which is based and ideal You shouldn't seriously worry about it, most of it seems sensationalist or sarcastic. It is objectively weird but not outstanding given these threads and as I get it it isn't too far fetched between N and Uzi. Show N wouldn't nugget her forcefully but I can see it being a thing after he gets talked into it
>>243818 J is my job. My jobber. My wife for life. The CEO of my household. And for the low price of showing her genuine affection I can get her fat, sweaty ass parked on my face each and every night.
>>243819 >it's secretly also Uzi's warped, ass-backwards attempt to make herself be fine with being an abomination now, by having N treat her original body like it's a toy/garbage/a piece of meat
>>243798 Yeh, I understand you. It is not for everyone, I think I would describe it in this way. "What if N just stood the way he was at the start of the pilot episode" >>243800 Kek >>243801 Ehhh, honestly. I don't like doing that kind of horrible things to people's OC if they don't like that type of content, I don't read much OC content, that isn't things that I'm very familiar with (O-6). >>243802 It's strange how they overreact to it while there are... some threads on the catalog that say otherwise, but eh. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust >>243804 Yeh, that's kind of the joke, it is horrible. But I try to give a lil bit of cushion comedy or comfort
>"Cyn?" >[hand on your chin], [gentle, loving strokes], "Yes, anon dearest?" >"Can you put the milf on?" >she smiles, wicked fangs glinting in the light >"Okee. Just promise you won't peek." >you nod and close your eyes as Cyn autism stumbles her way to her closet >you hear the squeal of the door hinge, the sound of tearing flesh, and the anguished wail of a mother and her daughter as one living skinsuit is swapped for another >then silence broken only by the patter of human feet on hard floor as Cyhn makes her way back to you >you feel a presence, much heftier than before as a more mature milf rump is deposited straight onto your lap, your boner instantly springing up between her fat cheeks >[giggle] "You can open your eyes now." >you can, but you won't, not yet >instead your hands glide up her wide hips, pausing to pinch her tubby tummy before reaching up and cupping the pair of cantaloupe-sized milf milkers and rolling her wide nipples between your fingers >you open your eyes to see Cyn has unnaturally twisted her neck around, the milf-clad monstrosity staring into you with heart-shaped optics shining in hollowed-out sockets >her arms crack as they unjoint to hug you close, even as she remains sitting in your lap, pulling you close for a kiss >two tongues- one drone, one human- invade your mouth and tag team your tongue as Cyn lightly bounces her fat butt on your lap, lubricant dripping from her folds and soaking you in warm spurts >[happy sigh] "You really know how to make an Old God feel young again."
>>243849 Forgot to mention when I drew this: >>243845 I figured the other personalities inside Uzi (Doll, Tessa, Rebecca) can speak through her inner mouth and that the eye colors change depending on whomever is speaking.
>>243851 >Rebecca Uzi didn't eat/assimilate Rebecca, she wouldn't be in there. Only episode 4 kid we know for sure would be in there is Darren. Sam might be in there too. Also definitely in there: the prom court, everyone who died in episode 2 (e.g. the detective), Tessa's parents, everyone at the gala.
Molly's Playhouse got an actual anime adaptation over in Tokyo-9 I heard it's well made and well liked over there Apparently it's like if sailor moon had a baby with DBZ with Molly being a magical girl that can level mountains I don't know why they made Molli her daughter, that's just weird
>>243862 How much terror and anguish would they feel if I knocked them up? Do you think Cyn would mentally torment them by saying that it's just as much her baby as theirs?
>>243863 >Cyn losing herself Anon, there never was a "real" Cyn. The zombie drone we call Cyn never had enough time to develop a real personality before becoming the Solver's Puppet. We call her Cyn out of convenience, but she's only ever been The Absolute Solver.
>>243864 >if sailor moon had a baby with DBZ with Molly being a magical girl that can level mountains so Pretty Cure then. I'd watch the hell out of Mahou Shoujo Whimsical Warrior Molly fistfight monsters of the week
>>243867 >this shit again? Get fucked. You're the one making waves here by trotting out shit that's been debunked a billion times over and speaking of it like it's a proven fact.
>>243872 You're pulled this shit before on /co/ and you've always gotten blown the fuck out every time you did. Did you forget, or were you hoping everyone else would forget?
>>243873 I remember you sperging out like this about Cyn in the past, hence "this shit again?" I haven't touched the co threads in months and rarely posted even when I was still paying attention to them.
>>243864 >I don't know why they made Molli her daughter. There's a meme video out there of Molli accidentally calling Molly mom in public. It's pretty popular.
>>243883 >>243880 I'm one of mollis technicians and technically molly is mollis mother We just took some of mollys old backup codes and plugged it into a pillbaby that became molli Its basically a egg donation/sperm donation deal
I don't think anybody actually loves V. Fans show tons of enthusiasm for J but outside of porn, V only really gets attention from yuritrannies who ship her with Lizzy.
>come home >walk into V peeling the wings off a housefly while giggling >she notices you >she quickly throws the fly into her mouth and swallows before greeting you like nothing just happened
How do we feel about the idea of Post-Good End-era V being a spinster sentinel mom who's into crochet (which she most frequently uses to make little hats and scarves and clothes and whatnot for her "dingo babies")?
>>243891 >shuts out N >kills her peers without mercy >teams up with the bad bitch Lizzy, even then it's just surface level, with each of them plotting to betray one another during prom >shows no remorse for any of the atrocities she's personally dealt >literally a different personality in between each episode >J working in a cold desolate spire by the end of the series >the interpersonal relationships V has attempted to make by then is on par with J's situation There's just not too much to love nor too much to work with. V is too much woman for anyone handle with at least 10 human lifetimes of shit to unpack on top of a BPD demon lurking underneath the surface with an MP5K bead lined to the back of your dome.
>Had a test yesterday at Uni >Didn't really study for it >Whenever I didn't know the anwser for a question I just picked anwser "E" >Got a passing grade Thank you E, I will now buy you a ton of a bananas
Image:175153126718.png(3.16MB, 1748x2480)somethings are better left unsaid but in other news i think we should head torwards a pantsless society or something do ppl really read file names.png
>Rocket is mocked in the hallways of the Central Tech School District 8.
>His grades are in the red zone. Too many F. Maintenance drones ignore his repair tickets.
>Hexa tries to cheer him up, but he lashes out one day: "You don't get it! You’re not the one falling apart!"
>Alone and desperate, he scrolls through a corrupted old server… a pop-up ad flickers to life:
>"Zinnia: Making Your Wish Come True™ – [Click to Install]"
>Yellow smoke bursts from his screen. >Zinnia materializes like those old humans genies movies with glowing yellow eyes.
>She yawns: "Finally. Someone's miserable enough to summon me."
>She Offers him three wishes, “no refunds, no takebacks, and no user manual.”
>Rocket wishes to be smart. >His data processing improves. He starts acing tests, impressing teachers. >But something feels off — he answers before questions finish, he felt like playing 4d chess with a bunch of checkers noobs.
>He wishes to be strong to stop bullies. >His wire muscles mutate, reinforced with a thicker metal skin. >He accidentally slams a bully into a locker too hard—cracking walls. >Hexa is terrified. "What did you do to yourself?" >Rocket realizes he’s becoming unrecognizable, a monster.
>He confronts Zinnia, furious. >"You tricked me!"
>"You just suck at wishing, darling."
>She offers a solution: "Only one wish left. Use it to solve all your problems."
>In a moment of emotional collapse, he whispers: "I wish to solve all my problems."
>Zinnia grinned. Her visor glow brighter with three arrow symbol.
>"A beautiful wish... for assimilation."
>He's being dragged to the code, absorbed into Zinnia.
>Hexa finds only an empty husk and a pop ad:
>"Zinnia: Making Your Wish Come True™ – [Click to Install]"
>N always strived to be as friendly as possible, but this one human survivor made him deeply uncomfortable >He spent much of his time stalking N, which was no easy feat for anyone across the entire galaxy >Despite clearly having no job, this man clearly spent a lot of time working out >N truly became afraid when he dressed up as Vegeta for Halloween only to find this man at the party dressed as Piccolo >He spent the entire party talking about "medicine" and sang "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye at the karaoke, all the while making unflinching eye contact with N >N became afraid to leave his house (nest?) over the following year until Uzi dragged him to another Halloween party >N reluctantly obliged, and needing a quick costume, he dressed up as Joaquin Phoenix's Joker >Unfortunately that man was there >He was dressed as some kind of security guard character named "Jackie Sullivan" and he spoke with a highly stereotypical Irish accent >When N made his way to the bathroom, he followed >As soon as N unzipped his pants at the urinal, he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and a voice in a bad Irish accent said: "Get those fucking rags off."
You just know Nori still gets tripped up every now and then by the loss of her depth perception even after being a headcrab for the better part of twenty years, and loudly complains when she is.
>>244006 imagine being a scientist, working on robots for 103 years, only for it to turn up as a disappointment and kills everyone, like how (you)r mother sees you
>>244006 if they don't like it, they can live in the human vassal colony on Copper-9's big moon >>244014 on paper they're "equal", but they sure do have a lot of sway with the authorities, and they get those bullshit ""military service"" tax breaks
>>244016 >the human vassal colony on Copper-9's big moon >the closest place "God-Empress" Uzi comes to actually ruling >meaning, everyone who lives there gets emailed the various successive drafts of her fanfics for proofreading
>>243993 Is this about the social level in society? It looks cool. I would swap the humans and disassembly drones, and put worker drones before the humans, because I noticed that in many greens it was shown that humans are massively oppressed in favor of DD. And yes, mutants are at the bottom, because the abomination has no rights except the right to die. >Sentinel Drones >Disassembly Drones >Humans >Worker Drones >Mutants
>>243995 On 4chan, most of the users are men, so all anons are initially considered men.
And yes, your style looks like a man's. It's not bad, you have a really nice and cute style, but when you look at it, you think that it was drawn by a guy. I don't know how to explain it, it's just a fact that there is can often determine the gender of the artist by the style of drawing.
Thank god we have the remnants of the Federation, BOXON, Nanotrasen, Wayland-Yuttani and Tri-Taycheon who value human lives and don't treat them like shit like the Union!
>>244016 Mao said "The rifle gives birth to power," and sentinel drones, one might say, are the same rifle. They continue to serve as the main military units of humanity, and do not allow disassembly drones to run wild, so I am agree.
As an example: Pavo destroyed an underground blood bar by acting together with the police.
So from what we see of them and of their writings, 31st century humans are (were?) just as silly as their creations. But bow did humanity get so silly between now and then?
>>244034 >You pay tribute to the Union Stopped reading right there. They just want to control us because we are human-centric. Don't get uppity or WMDs are on the table. >you're no better than they are.
>ACTUAL living wages for humans. >Free and human-safe healtcare system. >Values human culture and history and tries to preserve it. >Actual democratic representation for humans. Need I go on?
>>244018 I think it would really depend on where in the Union you live, in a more human/WD populated region you’d probably see humans/WDs higher than DDs, with the opposite in DD heavily regions, with the exception of large cities, where DDs, despite their high population, would mostly be shoved down to the lower sublevels, with a smaller number of the ‘good ones’ on the midlevels and an even smaller number on the upper levels, mostly filling niche roles related to either sex or violence, like security or exotic dancers
DDs are the drone equivalent of niggers, kill kill and kill, but when anything puts up a fight, they get scrambled like an egg, and folded like an omelette, with salt on top
>>244021 >when you look at it, you think that it was drawn by a guy. NTA but it is interesting that you can get a good guess at if something was drawn by a man or a woman just by looking at how something was drawn Women tend to draw things with a soft and rounded art style, a dead giveaway for if a woman drew something is if they give everyone little round button noses and ever present blushes Men tend to draw things with sharper lines and details, if i had to describe it I would call it blocky TLDR judging off of art style Steaks is a femoid
>>244044 Since drones, both workers and disassembly, are the main labor force, they will be distributed as much as possible throughout the Union, including in megacities, but of course, I would also try to live with other humans than with genocidal machines, but I doubt that housing in areas for humans will be cheap.
>>244066 The murder drones can fly to the factory sector and then fly back to their subterranean vertical hyperfavelas, the WDs can work at mcdronalds up top, if I see a plastic vampire on my hab level I’m calling the police
>>244077 that was his first mistake, he should have called papa johns for additional assistance, pizza places always arrived quicker than the police do, essentially making you a temporarily stand user
>>244079 Is that what those little yellow foil packets they have at the front counter of the liquor store are supposed to be for? That's retarded. Same snake oil, different made-up malady. They've been peddling those for decades and exactly what they supposedly do just changes from day to day.
>>244091 the kills are surprisingly graphic for what's ostensibly a kids show. sometimes the mooks explode like the bad guys in Fist of the North Star except with confetti
>>244071 I like to think that when the different groups of Liquidators meet they more or less respect each other, after all they're the ones cleaning up the messes no one else wants to
>>244098 but it's a kids show! like yeah it's cool but do children really need to see Molly in a frilly dress pulling a strand of infinite handkerchiefs out of a DD until its guts come out along with it?
>>244091 Nobody actually dies on that show Anon, if you watch close in the next episode the Sentinel is in the background in handcuffs and a comically large bandage over her core.
>>244097 It's like employees of different waste management companies meeting. They all have different equipment and uniforms and answer to different bosses, but they're doing the same terrible job.
hey (You), intern! Molli's not making us enough money, what do we make her do so that every run-of-the-mill nobody like yourself will burn most of his minimum wage paycheck for her?
>>244108 Local my ass that's from the Osmium system That place is barely in civilized space, hell I'm pretty sure that system never even had any drones before or after the war and got off scott free
>It was inevitable >At some level, in some forgotten rational part of the mind buried under layer upon layer of hope and denial, they had always known >It was a losing battle they fought >The fuel would eventually run out >The ammunition factories would fall silent as lead and brass grew scarcer and scarcer >There would be fewer filters for their masks to replace the spent ones >No more replacement armor or uniforms, and then no more patches to repair what they had >When it all ended, they just sat there >Hungry >Thirsty >Dirty >Tired
>Spent
>The disassembly drones didn't seem interested in attacking them anymore >They prowled about the streets on the surface, seemingly unconcerned >No, not prowled >Wandered >Aimlessly >As the planet's crust began to buckle beneath them, the disassembly drones came and sat near their former foes >The liquidators stared at them >Neither side had much to say
>Agon's position remains unknown. Most sightings are hundreds of miles apart and the reports are separated only by a few dozen minutes. How he gets around that quickly is anyone's guess. >It's not all doom and gloom, though. We've managed to ping Agon, or to be more precise, the drone it's grown over. >N456 may be nonvocal, but there's a chance his capacity for thought has been left intact. That thought is both sickening and reassuring. >If he's conscious, he's thinking, and if he's thinking, then perhaps he could provide us with valuable intel. Since he's been pinged, he knows someone wants to hear what he has to say. >After 4 and a half hours of waiting, N456 presumably finds an opening and manages to send out a string of encrypted messages. >They read as follows:
>"Thank you for reaching out. I've been wanting to get this out for so long now." >"I have no eyes. I have no mouth. I have no face. And yet, I can see." >"My vision is blurry, but it becomes so clear at times. I wish I was blind." >"I cannot converse. I cannot warn. I cannot ward them off. Yet I retain the ability to make sound. What good is it if I can't even form a single word?" >"I am of no use like this, I might as well be mute. Yes, I should be mute. I don't want anyone to hear my cries, but I can't help myself. I should be mute." >"I like to think I'm wrapped in a cocoon. But that's not true. This is just what I am now. It is a part of me and I am a part of it. It hates me." >"It's filthy tendrils poke at my brain to silence me whenever. Oddly enough, it hasn't stopped me yet." >"My time runs thin. If it is help you seek, then I apologize profusely. There is nothing I can provide you with. I only know that I know nothing." >"Please understand. Please. I'm sorry."
>>244128 They took robot sex ed, asked a question that hadn't been covered by the teacher's bone-dry discussion of wireplay and codesharing, and then had a moment sort of like this Family Guy WHAT YOU HAVE BOTH!!
>>244128 >>244130 >Uzi "updates" all the DDs to have working genitals just to fulfill her sick fantasies from watching too much hentai >Years later, she is mortified by the reality that her children can do all the sick twisted things she did with N
>>244130 >"Yes, Ms. Doorman?" >"So if your pharyngeal jaw gets stuck in your partner's mouth while immorally making out, how do you get it unstuck?" >"... Drones don't have pharyngeal jaws, Beretta." >"I do." >"That's because your family are abominations in the eyes of Robo-God. Except your grandpa." >"Bite me." >"Haven't heard that one before."
>Excuse me ma'am. But i ordered a coffee not a Strawberry milkshake. >That’s weird. I was sure i was making coffee. Previously >Achoo, who programmed sneezing?
>>244111 It's honestly a good place to rehabilitate them, systems like that wouldn't have DD trauma and would give them the needed help required without the discrimination typical of more civilized systems
my DD fuckbuddy was blowing me and then she... she burped on my dick. and it got me harder. god help me why? am I into this? is this who I am, the burpjob guy? fucking kill me
>>244017 >The human colony on the moon started as a base for human spies >The first expedition was sent to investigate the ruins of CFL and uncover the origin of the so-called "Supreme Empress" >All but one of the original squad died in CFL the sole survivor being Asenath's father
>>244076 Not really, their heads are smoothly 'barrelshaped', meaning partially vertical sides and flatter top (tho the voluminous WD helmet and full DD hair compensates for that), not to forget the complicated snootwave and shape, the line there isn't just texture
i work at one of the murder drone rehab centers and my gid we need to keep all Ns out of public reach these little faggots are too cute and innocent for their own good hell i think we should be screening the female staff members because i caught one feeding them rocks for some reason hell these little gaybaits are the ones to break out of their enclosures out of all the types of murder drones and all they do is find someone to cuddle
>>244171 I bet Cyn made a DD Tessa with the memories of the real Tessa as a joke and sent her to war.
Imagine how she would feel knowing she was involved in starting the Solver War. She would literally be like Molly: an alcoholic drone using drugs to forget what she did.
This is a message, probably our last message, from Europa. We put up a good fight, but we're running out of bullets and plasma cartridges. More importantly food is becoming scarce. The heat generator will keep burning. It has to for all of our sakes. Faith and control failed to save us not only from the Storm but also from the Solver. We will fight to the last. We will die but it will be on our feet, not on our backs or in bunkers like those gutless politicians! We are Europans! We will fight and die! For our children and our childrens children! THE CITY WILL SURVIVE!
>>244170 Oh, fuck, don't lie! Those bastards are not kind or nice at all! I fucking saw a feral DD N tear apart a group of poor worker drones in seconds. The dudes were just going about their business, and that bastard just jumped out of the shadows and shredded them all, and then smiled at me with all his fucking sharp teeth. I ran then like never before in my life, and only God knows how horribly I would have died if he had decided to chase me.
>>244192 YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS FELLA IS SO CUTE, JUST LOOK AT HIM I WANT HIM TO COOK ME MEALS, TO TELL ME I HAVE A GREAT DAY AT THE JOB, TO WAKE ME UP EVERY MORNING, RUFFLE HIS HAIR AND KISS HIM FOR HOURS WITH NO END
HIS SUIT, SO ELEGANT AND FORMAL, HE'S ALWAYS WILLING TO HELP YOU WHATEVER YOU NEED
I NEED TO BE SHOT IN THE SKULL, THE PAIN IS SO BAD. WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR YEARS TO HAVE DRONES ITS HAPPENING BUT STILL FAR AWAY
FUCK THIS EARTH BURN IT ALL TEAR IT ALL NEED DRONES NEED BUTLER N
>>244193 >I NEED TO BE SHOT IN THE SKULL but if you paint the wall with your brains you won't be able to think about N anymore or look at pictures of him butling
>>244182 The Brain is a receiver, and the soul is the actual self. When the meat body dies, the soul has no way to write memories or interact with the material world.
>>244052 >Men tend to draw things with sharper lines and details, if i had to describe it I would call it blocky In that case, let's say if you saw an image drawn by Liam but didn't know it who Liam was, could you be able to tell if it was drawn by a guy or not?
>>244209 >"If it weren't for the mission, I'd burn you, bastard, on the spot, but I hope you haven't forgotten how to fight after end of the war." >"I don't get an ounce of pleasure standing next to a traitorous scum like you either, but as long as I'm alive, not anyone creation of the Arch-enemy will touch you."
>>244222 Anon, ignore people who claim they can Sherlock Holmes their way into detailed informatiom about anonymous posters through their acute attention to detail and deep knowledge of how X, Y, and Z correlate to A, B, and C, with some consultation of Omicron and Phi. These people are modern day phrenologists.
I see drones walking miserably to and from their dead end jobs at black companies and it hurts my heart. is there anything I can do to make their day a little less dismal?
>>244263 Tessa spent the better part of a century as Cyn's clinger-on. She's well beyond screwed up. If getting murdered by N's cock is how she gets her jollies we should count ourselves lucky.
you guys buying anything in JCJ's Esteemed Summer Sale this year? I've kinda been eyeing this one drone built to resemble a ball-joint doll. she's got these neat faux clockwork bits that peek through, too
>Not Quite So Fun Nightly OC Fact: Beretta has been giving Jane daily wellness check because she doesn't want her best friend to further death spiral into a self-destructive wastoid. >Definitely Not Fun OC Fact: the longer Jane stays sober, the more clearly she can hear [THE VOICES] again.
>>244293 Did I ever write that greentext about Jane being forced to learn she's a mutant by funny tail Cyn, or did I just imagine doing it really hard?
>>244366 She's not actually sad, she's just indifferent all the time. She's happiest when she feels something, getting attention/affection, that's why she breaks herself so often
Also she will tie fireworks to herself and light them.
Ghost Emily awkwardly, without outright saying anything sexual because she's still a good Robo-Christian girl, trying to proposition a boy who can see her to neckfuck her head (it doesn't count as sex, just like butt stuff doesn't!)
one /md/ character escapes containment and somehow becomes wildly popular on social media, to the point of getting content from every side of the fandom– with all that entails. who do you choose to escape?
>>244377 >Mac gulps down his meds >the ghost is still there, smiling wider than before >the meds don't make her go away >it just makes him drowsy >and susceptible to suggestion >Emily gags as his disassembly dong forces it's way up her neck hole, the rest of her body pushing her head down on his cock
It's the most wonderful time of the year. The time where we stuff disassembly drone girls (and boys) with greasy food and cold beer and encourage them to wear even skimpier outfits than normal.
>that special episode of Molly's Playhouse where they talk about firework safety >the production company got a real worker drone to blow his fingers off with an M80 >Molly's screams and panicked first aid are entirely unscripted
>>244433 >"It's okay, Molly, it's in the script, he'll be fi... oh, fuck... Okay, we'll use CGI in some shots, and we'll send him back to the factory, they'll fix him." >"But boss, this is going to cost us a lot." >"Fuck, Greg, I don't give a shit how much this is going to cost, if Molly doesn't calm down, the investors will rip my arms off!"
>>244440 enough that the heads of the small studio that would eventually create her show took out mortgages and loans and maxxed out credit cards to put a pilot together– a majority of the cost coming from Molly's creation. it was their last shot at bringing their passion to life so they took a massive gamble, fortunately it paid off
>Our house was a squat, rectangular thing, its walls patched with salvaged metal and its windows fogged with years of grit. It wasn’t much, but it was ours until it wasn’t.
>I'm Zephaniah Haskett, a father, a wiry man with graying hair strands and a perpetual squint. I work as a low-level attorney for the colony’s labor disputes, i spent my days arguing for workers’ rights against the corporate overseers of JCJenson.
>His voice carried a quiet grit, the kind that made you believe he could win any case, even when the odds were stacked against him. He’d come home each evening, his briefcase stuffed with legal pads, and slump into the kitchen chair, muttering about “the system” while sipping synthetic coffee.
>"Eldora Haskett", my wife and a mother, she worked as a data clerk at the colony’s central archive, her fingers stained from handling old tapes. She had an endearing smile that cut through the hum of the house’s overworked heater, and her hair was always tied back in a practical bun. Eldora was the family’s anchor, >She’d hum old Earth tunes while cooking protein paste dinners, her eyes distant, dreaming of a life beyond the colony’s gray sprawl.
>And finally our daughter, "Winnifred Haskett", was eleven, all knees and elbows, with a mop of chestnut curls she refused to brush. Winnifred or Winnie for short had a knack for sketching the jagged ruins outside their settlement, she likes drawing and i don't know any child her age who doesn't. She was quiet but fierce, the kind of kid who will stick to her beliefs even if they were wrong.
>Her best friend wasn’t human, though it was "Tansy", the family’s drone maid. We didn't like giving a chore machine a name but if Winnie is happy then it's fine. Tansy was programmed for domestic tasks, she’d been with someone else before Winnie was born, bought secondhand from a sale. Tansy was more than a maid; she was like the aunt Winnie never had, always ready with a quip or a bedtime story about Earth’s oceans, which she’d never seen and will never see it. Tansy’s optics glowed a soft amber, and when Winnie hugged her, the drone’s metal frame felt like home. The Hasketts weren’t rich, but they were steady. >Zephaniah’s cases paid the bills, Eldora’s job kept the lights on, and >Winnie’s innocence brightens the mood. Tansy kept the house running and clean, her servos whirring as she swept dust from the floors or patched leaks in the walls. They were a unit, flawed but whole, until the case that broke them. Zephaniah had taken on a high-profile lawsuit against >JCJenson, representing a group of miners exposed to toxic leaks.
>He’d called it his “big shot,” a chance to stick it to the corporation and secure a better life for his family. Nights grew longer; he’d stay up poring over documents, muttering about depositions and evidence. Eldora warned him it was too risky, that JCJenson’s lawyers were predatory sharks, but Zephaniah’s stubborn streak wouldn’t bend. “This is for us,” he’d say, squeezing Winnie’s shoulder. “For you.” The trial came and went like a storm.
>Zephaniah lost. Badly. The courtroom footage, leaked on the colony’s net, showed him faltering, his arguments dismantled by >JCJenson’s legal team. The miners got nothing, and Zephaniah was slapped with a countersuit for defamation. The fines were crippling—half their savings gone in a single ruling. Worse, the stress fractured what little held the Hasketts together. Eldora’s patience snapped. Arguments erupted in the kitchen, sharp and venomous, while Winnie hid in her room, covering her ears with a blanket to drown out the shouting. Tansy would sit with her, >“It’ll pass, kid,” Tansy would say, but even her warbly voice sounded uncertain. The divorce came swiftly. Eldora filed, citing “irreconcilable differences” and Zephaniah’s recklessness. The court, still stinging from his loss, sided with her. Eldora got custody of Winnie, the house, and most of their assets. Zephaniah was ordered to pay alimony and child support, sums that left him renting a one-room hab-unit across the district. But the cruelest cut was Tansy. JCJenson, claiming “repossession rights” over unregistered drones, seized Tansy as collateral for Zephaniah’s fines. Winnie sobbed as corporate techs dragged the drone away, her amber optics flickering in protest. “I’ll be back, Winnie,” Tansy called, her voice glitching. “Promise.” But the techs’ truck vanished into the haze. >Zephaniah stood outside the house one last time, He looked at Winnie through the window, his eyes hollow. “I’ll fix this,” he mouthed, but she turned away, clutching her sketchbook. Eldora locked the door. The Hasketts were no more.
>>244457 >Zephaniah Haskett’s new home was a coffin of an apartment in the underbelly of Copper-9’s worker district. The single-room hab-unit reeked of stale beer and burnt wiring, its walls stained with streaks of rust from a leaking vent. A flickering holo-bulb cast jagged shadows over the clutter: empty cans, crumpled legal pads, and a cracked photo frame holding a picture of Eldora, Winnie, and himself from the better days.
>Zephaniah sat slumped in a wobbly chair, a half-empty bottle of cheap synth-brew in his hand, his eyes bloodshot and distant. The man who’d once argued cases with fire in his voice was gone. >Now, he drown his sorrows in alcohol and regret. The divorce had gutted him. Losing Winnie was a knife to the chest, JCJenson’s lawyers had stripped him bare, leaving him with a paycheck that vanished into alimony and fines. His legal practice was a joke now.
>No one want to hire a fool who’d fumbled a case against the corporation. >Zephaniah spent his days staring at the ceiling, replaying the trial, and his nights drowning in whatever swill he could afford. >Eldora was the target of his rage. She’d taken everything,Winnie, the house, his pride. He blamed her for pushing him to take the case, for not believing in him, for turning Winnie against him. The photo on his table mocked him: Eldora’s smile, Winnie’s curls, his own naive grin. With a snarl, he hurled his redact. >"Fuck, I'm out of beers... I'll just buy it online." >A pop-up ad got him curious and desperate. >"Zinnia: Making Your Wish Come True™ – [Click to Install]" >"Fuck it, i got no money for you scammer anyway." >"click." >A yellow smoke starts emitting from the monitor and Zeph takes a few steps back. >"Yawn, oh a human. How's earth?" >"I'm Zinnia, the solver genie. Here to solve all of your problems."
>"Zephaniah or Zeph for short." >"Alright, Zeph,Jeff,Jeffrey. What is your first wish?"
>>244458 >"So,What’s your first wish?" >He didn’t hesitate. “Wealth,” he rasped, his voice raw from booze and bitterness. “I want enough money to bury this shithole planet. To live like a JCJenson execs, with everything I deserve.” Zinnia’s smile widened, sharp and unreadable. “Done,” she said, with a snapping of her fingers. The room shimmered, and the world outside shifted. By morning, Zephaniah’s bank account was bloated with credits—millions, untraceable, funneled through some shadowy corporate loophole. His coffin of an apartment was gone, replaced by a sleek penthouse in Copper-9’s elite district, all chrome and glass.
>He bought tailored suits, real leather boots, and vats of top-shelf synth-brew that didn’t taste like vomit. He threw parties for strangers, their faces blurring into a haze of laughter and clinking glasses. He rented a hover-limo, cruising over the worker district’s rust-choked streets, tossing credits out the window just to watch scavengers scrabble in the dirt.
>The luxury was a drug, and Zeph was addicted, his days a whirlwind of excess. But in the quiet moments, alone with his wealth, the ache for Winnie and the rage for Eldora still burned.
>Weeks later, sprawled on a velvet couch in his penthouse, Zephaniah stared at the cracked photo frame he’d kept. Eldora’s smile, Winnie’s curls, his own ghost. The wealth hadn’t filled that hole. it had only made it bigger. >"Stop smiling, i know you're mocking me."
>Zinnia appeared without warning, her voice a teasing lilt. “One wish down, Zephy. >Got another in you?”
>His jaw tightened, memories flooding back. >Eldora’s cold stare in court, her voice calling him a failure. Echoes of "I told you so...". >The way she’d locked him out of Winnie’s life. Rage coiled in his chest, dark and vicious. He leaned forward, his words low and deliberate, spitting out his second wish.
>Zinnia’s grinned, and she vanished with a trail of three yellow arrows symbols.
>Hours later, a delivery crate arrived at the penthouse, escorted by a JCJenson drone with no markings.
>Zephaniah pried it open, and his breath caught. Inside was a Worker Drone, its casing sleek but scuffed, its optics glowing a dim, flickering blue. But the voice—Eldora’s voice, trembling with panic—came from its speakers. “Zephaniah? What… what’s happening? Why am I… like this?”
>He froze, his pulse racing. It was her. Eldora, trapped in a drone’s body, her consciousness bound to circuits and servos. >Zinnia’s doing, no doubt. He tested it, his voice shaking with something between awe and cruelty. “Stand up.” The drone’s limbs jerked, obeying instantly, though Eldora’s voice sobbed, >“No, stop, I don’t want to” >Her protests meant nothing; her body complied, bound to his commands. >Zephaniah’s lips curled into a smile, cold and jagged. She’d taken everything from him. >Now, she was his to break.
>Day 1:Zeph pierced a metallic rod to Eldora’s calvis. Is my dick too big for you?
>Day 2:he took Winnie sport bat for her coming 15 birthday with spikes and starts beating her repeatedly
>Day 3: He took a water hose but he didn't use the water. He use it to whipped her mercilessly.
>Day 4: Eldora’s body is longer functional. She is dead in a sense.
>>244463 The sweet freaking "human is actually a robot in a skinsuit" reveal the whole story was about setting up had happened. Tessa had served her single narrative purpose and was discarded.
>>244468 Please understand, he had to squeeze the core plot beats of at least fifteen episodes into seven after he realized he didn't actually have the drive and attention span for multiple seasons.
>>244509 Have you ever considered doing a PREDATOR/PREY thing with this clearly far more appealing to (You) setting? Sever its now-nominal connection to MD and make it an original setting?
>>244509 Buddy, you're taking tiny background lore bits and trying to stretch and twist it into the Siege of Vraks. Some point along the way it stopped being about Murder Drones.
>"Get pregnant. Get pregnant. Get pregnant." >"Babe stop saying." >"I'm trying to be encouraging." >"Your a robot. Also a woman. You'd be the one getting pregnant, not me." >"I'm encouraging myself."
>>244511 He isn't sperging. You always get pissy when someone gives you this advice, you said yourself you find the md setting boring and prefer OC, nothing wrong with such preferences, but don't act insulted and cause arguments every thread with this shit. Other artists are also able to build independent stories or use the Vicker thread to still share them with us, why can't you?
>>244513 No it was way older, iirc from /co/ around spring 2024 when people wanted to separate their stories so they killed off Jane which caused a ton of drama
>>244533 >bleeding >blue paint around her mouth >bonnies tit is also blue Something suspicious going around these women Abby was forced into it only somewhat against her will
>>244532 >Bonnie's boob and belly fat jigging as she hops up and down to make the flag wave >even the countless pairs of yellow eyes watching the human base stop and stare and record for posterity
>>244538 >abby having to paint Bs boob, and stomach, all the while B smugly looks at her and mocks her for blushing >big hug after getting paint on her work clothes and boob paint on her face >abby screaming into a pillow later still blushing about it
>luv drone girls with cute tummies >luv drone hags >don't care for V even though she's a hag (chronologically, since she's a vampire) with a cute tummy Hmm.
>Fun Evening OC Facts: In the Post-Good End period, there has been some degree of networking among the children of the disassembly drones. >The girls were surprised by how many of them were named Tessa, but attempts to investigate further just prompted wretched weeping from their weirdly hot vampire parent.
>>244614 Remember, despite Jane's killcount and betrayal, Eye's burnt-in trauma too deep to unseat, and John's scary God complex, this is truly what they all are. A stinky robofucker girl with zero game, a suicidal human in a paper-thin drone disguise, and The Gay One.
>>244617 These little extra expression marks suit her so well and look pretty/hot...also generally well done art with complete blackground and alt design, makes her eyes stand our, even has a little reflection on the curved glass of the snoo >>244629 >>244630 Yes WE all do, except for the faggots among us >>244631 Canon (was Canon before D**rman spawn came down to CFL)
>>244635 Ufufuf huhuhuuu I need to hear that laughter rn please Alice's laughing scenes arr so giddy unhinged aand hot as is imagine that context then 😖🎇💥🎇💥💥⚡⚡⚡⚡🧡🤍🖤
>>244663 >Bonnie's lover isn't a scumbag who sacrifices the entire platoon to save her own hide >Abby doesn't have to turn into an undying abomination they'll both probably still die, but it'd be better for both of them
>>244668 both mutate due to the butterfly effect of jane not existing or something and end up eternally locked in eachother’s embrace this is actually terribly uncomfortable for them and frankly quite annoying to deal with but they do appreciate the symbolic romantic subtext
there's this drone with longass hair like that chick from the ring and she keeps sneaking her way into my apartment somehow, saying she's "haunting me" dumbass thinks she's a ghost when I can clearly touch her
>>244678 I wonder >Jane doesnt remember because she doesnt want to/cant bring herself to >Jane doesn't remember due to how long its been (several centuries) >Jane doesn't remember due to intense long substance abuse >mix of all