Hello Friends, my lovely Friends! I hope you are doing well and I hope this day is amazing for you. Today we talk about Drones, like always do, but it is nice to talk about them, is it not? Drones, and Thread related accessories. The incredible Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel overflowed with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The popular OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>247496
Reposting for visibility >>247551 >In case any of you wondered about the discrepancies between Tessa’s and Cynwalker’s “assets”
>>247539 More fruit jokes. For anyone who doesn’t know, the fandom outside of 4chan memes about Cyn being obsessed with mangos (I have no idea where it came from and why they find it so funny.) But it fit the fruit theme, so enjoy.
>>248452 What the helly? What the hellyelly? What the hellyante? In OHIO you need to be a looksmaxxed sigma with a mewingstreak and cantal tilt so you can rizz the level five gyatts and be like Patrick Bateman but look out for the Gus. Gus who? AMON- Big ChunGUS🥵🥵🥵👁️🦷👁️✋😩🤚
>>248454 For real, I just found about the “Tonal curve” and it’s like this graph that changes color tones when you move it around. Brightening it up reveals this. Holy fuck it’s like something from vita carnis
>with the hive growing and food supplies dwindling, oogis venture further and further to find food and material >these brave oogis will lay their eyes on things never before seen by their tribe >the oogi, on a scouting mission, has found an extraordinary prize >an unblemished marshmallow, nearly the size of her body >the oogi takes a bite, smiles, and rubs her belly >this great gift could feed her growing tribe for a day... or >the oogi shuffles around, her tiny optical lights looking left and right >or perhaps the oogi will keep it for herself >the oogi rolls the marshmallow into a small hollow, covering her prize with debris to hide it >little does she know, the food situation at her hive is growing desparate >when she returns empty handed, her hungry hive will deem her existence ancillary to their needs >as she waddles into her hive tired from a day of exploring, a hungry mob will devour her instead >her marshmallow prize will remain hidden, the hive devouring itself until a sustainable size is reached
What do different parts of a drone taste like to a human? And any idea ehat their neckmaterial could be? Just a recoloured rubberesque material like their waist or would it feel sturdier, due to the segments?
So, do the humans send anyone to Copper-9 like Uzi sends her kids on vacation (accompanied by J) to the Trappist system? Maybe that's how this timeline's version of Anon meets Beretta, if so.
continuation of >>247618 even more jugg and masqy. and jones.
>After having suffered through the most nerve-wracking walk he'd ever been on, juggernaut number 457 finally reunited with the juggersquad. A sense of relief washed over him upon stepping foot onto the shoddy little temporary camp his brothers had set up. >The peace and quiet that he had gotten so used to was replaced with a cacophony of deep voices, all discussing something stupid. On any other day, he'd feel a terrible, very realistic migraine coming on, but today... it felt good to see them again, which perplexed him quite a bit. Why did he feel so happy all of a sudden? >As much as he disliked his peers, he no doubt loved them just as much, if not more, as paradoxical as that may be. No matter how obnoxious they were, the companionship they provided him was simply invaluable. >His fellow juggernauts immediately paused their game of cards, looked up and cheered for his arrival, though they soon fell silent once they noticed what he had brought with him. Now was the moment of truth...
>"...Is that what I think it is, dude?" One of them asked, pointing at the little one. >"Yes. A worker drone." >Silence. >...They cheered even louder than before, a surprising reaction. N457 wiped a nonexistent bead of sweat off his forehead, while Masqy buried her face in her hands. >The squad quickly surrounded them, overwhelming the pair with chit-chat. >"Where did you find one like this?" >"Dude, give her the rifle, the rifle!" >"Is it sentient or...?" >Eventually, they forced them into crowd surfing and began chanting "ONE OF US, ONE OF US!" while N457 insisted they be careful with the newcomer. >And that's when the commander showed up to put a stop to the fun.
>JUGGERNAUT NUMBERRRRR 457! ABOUT GOD DAMN TIME! >The juggernauts carefully place Masqy back down, then drop N457 on his ass. Everyone stands at attention, even Masqy. >WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? BETTER YET, WHAT IN THE WORLD HAVE YOU BROUGHT TO SHOW AND TELL TODAY? >"She's a worker drone, sir, I saved her from a-" >"NOW, WHY OH WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT US A LIL' WD? >"She was about to die so I rescued her. That a good enough reason for you?" >DID I JUST HEAR ATTITUDE FROM YOU? SO YOU'VE GROWN A PAIR, HUH?! >"...Apologies, commander, I didn't mean to offend..." He paused for a moment, rethinking his approach, "Listen, I carried her all this way with good cause... She's different... We need to get this drone off this hellhole of a planet as soon as possible, or else she'll-" >SON, DOES MY PATENTED MOBILE JONES CANNON LOOK LIKE A SPACESHIP TO YOU? BEST I CAN DO IS GIVE HER A ONE-WAY TICKET TO THE MOON. >"Then... Then what about the green division? They could help, if anyone can relocate her, it's them!" >YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MIND TO EVEN SUGGEST THAT. I TAKE YOU IN, I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER NEED: GUNS, EXPLOSIONS, FRIENDSHIP... AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA REPAY ME BY RUNNIN' OFF TO CALEB AND KISSING HIS ASS IN HOPES OF A HANDOUT? >"What's with you and him anyways? We're all on the same side, aren't we? don't you think it's time you, uh, squashed the beef?" >THAT ASSHOLE TRIED TO GET ME EXECUTED SO MANY TIMES I LOST COUNT. HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE COMMON COURTESY TO GIVE ME A GOOD OL' RESET, JUST WENT STRAIGHT TO KILLIN'. IF HE FIGURES OUT YOU'RE ONE OF MINE... >"Then what am I supposed to, Jones? Let her go off and die on her own?! Can she at least stay with me?" >OH, SURE, KEEP HER AROUND, MAKE SURE SHE GETS VAPORIZED IN A BALL OF FIRE WHEN HELLFIRE RAINS DOWN ON US. GOOD IDEA, SON. WITH A MIND LIKE THAT, YOU MIGHT JUST BECOME THE SECOND SCIENCENAUT HERE!
>N457's eyes narrowed as he glared at the commander, not annoyed or frustrated, but infuriated by the unfair treatment. Jones had left him with no options, just what the hell was he supposed to come up with? No way he'd give her up that easily. >Jones was quick to notice his soldier's anger, approaching him and staring him down with dilated pupils. One more word out of him and N457 might've done the unthinkable and decked the bastard right in the face. >DO YOU HATE ME? >"...What?" His violent urges instantly subsided, too bemused to act them out. >I SAID, DO YOU HATE ME RIGHT NOW? DO YOU THINK OF ME AS FOE, NOT FRIEND? DO YOU WANT ME DEAD? >"I'm not doing this." The big man turned to walk away, but was immediately stopped in his tracks by Jones placing his hand on his shoulder. >SON, BELIEVE ME, I UNDERSTAND YOU... BUT YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME! THIS MAY SEEM A LITTLE HARSH, BUT... IT'S BEST IF YOU... WELL, AVOID GETTING ATTACHED TO ANYTHING FROM NOW ON. >>"Too late for that..." N457 thought to himself, before snapping out of it. Jones patted him on the shoulder. >I JUST DON'T WANT HER TO TURN TO DUST IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES, Y'KNOW? ...YOU'VE ALREADY LOST ENOUGH, SOLDIER.
>Masqy stares at N457, confused. Just who was her savior?
>exploiting Pavo's hyper-sensitive prostate for an infinite orgasm >listening to him paint the floor with his cum like a hose while he pants and drools all over the floor, desperately trying to stay conscious >Pavo's orgasm finally coming to an end as he bootloops and collapses into a pool of his own sticky cum, his fat ass high in the air
So considering Lizzy is taking Doll's body to school every day-even putting it on her left where Doll used to sit-and is almost certainly responsible for the single shrouded body at Doll's family's dining room table in the credits, what do you think is more likely to be Lizzy's reaction to running into ghost Doll: "hysterical paroxysm of remorse and confession of wrongdoing" or "thinking she's about to suffer a horrible death by J-horror ghost and wordlessly submitting to what she thinks is her fate, then being surprised and slightly disappointed when she realizes Doll's not there to kill her"?
>>248511 look man, I give the drone at the counter the bird batter, she gives me the cash– neither of us asks any questions. soon as we part ways she can bathe in the shit for all I care
>>248513 >oogi waddles outside the bunker to look for berri >wanders into the murder spire, puts the glowing green battery in her mouth because she thinks it might be food >she's spotted by Enn, who drops from the ceiling and 'tags' her 'it' because he wants to play >oogi shoots him with her tiny railgun
>>248515 >If you try to put anything in Pavo's ass without his permission, he'll just clench his cheeks >Hard >Very. Hard >Your arm will will literally fall apart into its constituent pieces from the force of his butt press, he's a fucking absolute war machine, what are you even thinking, moron?!
>>248515 >implying Pavo isn't a degenerate coomer >implying Pavo wouldn't let you sneak up behind him so he can 'accidentally' cum buckets while in public before bootlooping with his dumptruck ass in the air for more public use
I don't physically want to fuck drones, like I don't lust after them, but spiritually, I want to fuck drones. Same exact scenarios, but somehow the feeling's completely different. I suppose I yearn for drones more than I crave them.
>>248565 Wrong. >If you try to boop Phi, she will attack you >If you boop Enforsqy, she will reprimand you, then hold her hands up to her lack of nose and blush when you're not looking
>>248566 I don't physically want to fuck drones. I just want to pick one up, take it to my bed, hold it for several hours, then debate whether or not I should kill it to delete my "search history."
>>248593 >Lyla >Did you forget about her? >Now she's small, but her claws are just as sharp. >Her tail is full of anesthetic now, too, making things so much easier. >Don't worry, the scars will be hard to notice. Just let her root around in there a bit. Everything will be where it belongs when she's done. >Not like you have a choice. You'll fall asleep sooner or later.
>with their limited abilities, venturing out of the hive for an oogi is the equivalent of a human going to the zone in A Roadside Picnic >digging through unfathomable alien technologies callously thrown aside as trash to be repurposed >most die in terrible ways they cannot comprehend, but the promise of riches and berris means there is a never-ending stream of oogis seeking to strike it big >oogis whisper of a being that can grant one's any desire >and the terrible fates of those oogis who are destroyed by what they wish for
>>248606 >You were new to the colony. >Which is why you were surprised when one of the drones, "Lizzy", said her friend had a crush on you. >She'd set you up with a blind date. >Problem is you're not really into drones. >They're more like... kids made out of metal. Kind of stupid kids at that. >But a date doesn't really mean anything and you'd hate to step on mechanical toes in your first few weeks there. >So, not wanting to offend anyone, you agree to a blind date. >Which is why you are currently seated at a somewhat nice restaurant across from a... drone's corpse. >It's wearing a very pretty dress. >And its chest is torn open. >You hear a phone's camera ping as a photo is taken, and find Lizzy there. >"Anon, Doll. Doll, you totally know Anon. Well, I'll leave you two alone. Have fun~" >Before you can answer, or verify whether or not this is a prank, Lizzy is gone. >Leaving you with the corpse. >And everyone else around you... pretending like everything is normal. >...
>>248610 >When you turn back around, you feel something rest on your hand. >The corpse... has its hand on yours. >You didn't see, or hear it move. >It definitely isn't a functional drone, you can literally see its internal components and none of them are live. >But you're no technician so... you roll with it. >"Uh, hi? Hello." >The corpse doesn't answer. Obviously. It's a corpse. >And you are becoming more and more sure this is some kind of elaborate prank. >As you contemplate how to get out of this, he waiter moves up to take your order. >"Sup new guy." The waiter, a surprisingly California-esque drone says as he nods to you, then the corpse. "Sup Doll." >"Ohhh, so... you two know each other?" You ask. >He winks at you. "Small bunker. Pretty much all of us went to class together." >"Uhuh. So gonna guess you're all big on pranks." You say, deadpan. >"Oh. No. Nooooo." The waiter says in response. "No Uzi outlawed them after 'the incident'." >"The incident?" >"The incident." The waiter says with finality. "See." He points at a sign hanging nearby which lists several rules." >At the bottom of which, sure enough, is what he's talking about. >[No killing.] [No stealing.] [No shirts, no shoes, no wig, no service.][No pranks.] >That last one was bolded, and underlined. >"Haha yeah. Lots of people died." The waiter continues. "Anyway, what can I getcha?" >You know what, screw it, prank or not you're going to lean into this. >"Ladies first." You gesture to your date. >The waiter turns to Doll, and looks back to you. >"You know she's dead, right bro?" >Seeing some semblance of sanity, you grab the waiter and bring him in close. "Yes! What gives? Lizzy set me up on a date and-" >"Ohhhhhh... a daaaate." The waiter says. "I getcha. Don't worry, I'll help ya out new guy." >"What?" >Without another word the waiter moves off and returns with several candles, wine, and two salads. One made out of salad, one made out of metal chips. >And of course, by the time you look up from the meal, the corpse has moved. It now has its head in its hands, seemingly staring at you. >Once is a coincidence, twice... something is happening... >As you eat your... actually pretty decent, appetizer, the drones around you begin to filter out one by one. >Some quite obviously forced out by your waiter. >You're... not really sure what's happening. >Until the lights turn off, plunging you into darkness. >Leaving you just with the candles. >And a corpse...
>>248615 >"...Hello?" You say out into the darkness. >Nothing answers. >Then, you hear a giggle. >"Hello!" You say more insistently. >That of course does nothing to help. >It's at this point you notice the corpse is gone. >Your first instinct is to get up, and bolt for the door. >However, you've seen enough horror movies and seen enough bullshit in the war to know that's probably a dumbass and ultimately useless idea. >And, sure enough, you feel a soft hand land on your shoulder. >"Oh, there you are." You say, as calmly as possible, assuming this is going to be your waiter or someone that'll give you a "boo" then flip on the lights. >Instead, when you look up, you see red glowing eyes, and a wide, tooth filled smile. >"Ohhhh." You say. "Solver stuff. I get it. Sorry." >The creature... mutant? You're not really sure, people are still arguing about categorizations and labels for solver related phenomena. >At this point everyone's just sort of accepted you now live in a universe where physics are a suggestion and reality is a bit more fluid than our species was used to. >Seeing the creature's smile was fading, you remembered you were on a date. >Not the kind you were expecting, but hey, no reason to be impolite. >"Ah, great dress by the way?" You say. >The creature blushes, a nearby lightbulb shatters. >"Спасибо."
>>248623 It was about Pauline. She looks too much like tsuyu IMO and I think warts and boils would help make her look like a mutant. But I’m not gonna cry about how she doesn’t belong here because she deviates from the source material by a bit.
>>248628 I don’t hate pauline. She’s fine. I’m not gonna run to /co/ and complain about how you’re all furries who hate murder drones. But I like valentine because she looks creepier. And even I think she could benefit from different skin and an extra pair of arms.
>>248622 >Conversation went a bit easier after that, though you'd needed to break out your phone to translate more than once. >Your Russian was decent but not really conversational quite yet. More of a keeping in touch with your heritage, sort of thing. >And, despite yourself, you kind of enjoyed the conversation. It reminded you of your parents who had drilled the language and culture into you from birth. >Which led to a second date. >And a third. >And then several "accidental" meetups in dark maintenance hatches while you were working. >Which led to... >Heavy breathing and a liquid, ephemeral form, pressed close to your chest. >"Αпɵп..." [Anyone else feel free to take it from here I must sleep.]