>A sentinel drone, proud defender of humanity, now retired and living with her husband >Said husband got grabbed during an evacuation and was submerged in Solver Fluid F-4, one of the worst known mutagens, before being extracted by his wife >Still, it was too late and he mutated horrifically, turning into a 12-foot long hexapodal mass of tumorous flesh and claws who was only just barely able to hold on to his sanity >Though it was hard at first for both of them, things have stabilized with the war over, both moving to a mutant town >He's not in pain and has gotten used to his body, and she can interpret his gurgling as actual speech >Of course, he'd love to be human again, very few mutants wouldn't (fucking W-class, always the exception) >He tries to be optimistic; for instance, now that he's a massive lumbering creature, he can give his wife the piggyback rides he always joked about getting strong enough to give her >The physical aspects of their relationship are completely unknown, you get glared at if you dare to ask. Best to assume it's purely emotional, for everyone's sake.
>>264962 Okay, this time i tried to post the image as well, but it failed. I clicked the "file" button under the text box and picked the image. I clicked the NSFW button and then clicked send.
>Live with a J >She mostly just insults me for not being good enough for her, which is probably true, but it hurts my feelings >Always talking about how as soon as she makes enough money she'll buy out her own contract and be free >One night, I hear something in my living room, a fight >J's supposed to handle these things, but I grab my shotgun and creep out >She's in there, fighting another J, who's completely naked and has huge T&A adapters (nice) >My J is losing, and the naked one's dragging her off >Instinctively shoot, blast a hole in the attacker's head >My J recovers and tears the fake one to pieces That was fucking weird to wake up to. Anyway, I obviously can't get back to sleep due to the whole home invasion, and J doesn't seem to be doing well either. She's completely destroying the remains and muttering about how she "didn't think they were real" and it "almost took everything from her". Every now and then she stares at me, too, and not in disgust for the first time.
I want to make indie playlists with doll. Go out on a picnic with doll. Try basketball with doll. Snuggle doll. Kiss doll. Go on a roadtrip with doll. Everything with doll
>that observation in a recent thread that a canon Molly would still be an evil clown and "evil clown" would also be the entirety of her personality >a canon Pidge would get her head swiped off by V before she could even get through the 'please' in 'please step on me Mommy' How some other /md/ OCs fare under the pen of Liam t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m?
>>264986 >Pavo is introduced talking to J while he has a mouthful of TechAnon (as in, he murdered TechAnon and is now eating him) >not only does he talk with his mouth full, he doesn't keep his mouth closed when he chews
>>264987 >>264991 I was wondering why Pavo woke up in the middle of the night and ran to the bathroom to vomit, but now I wish I hadn't read this latest psych eval
>>265015 The VKRS virus seems to be spreading around the base, giving the afflicted drones "horror-comedic" nightmares. Normally it's harmless, but sentinel drones are already high-strung and traumatized, so it's doing a number on everyone.
Fuck, I saw Harper staring at her hands saying "it was me, I killed him". She might have to go into a therapod.
>>265019 Expect to be a daddy >>265015 HotDamn if DD femboys can get boipreggers then I'm gonna build an entire football team with that Fat Silicone Derriere, Full Homo.
>>265028 Alternate universe Berettas in a crisis on infinite earths thing but they’re all just basically the same Beretta whose into some different sci fi pop culture. >Dr. Who Beretta >Trekky Beretta >Alf Beretta
>>265025 It's a wdOS virus that activates during sleep mode and hijacks dream protocols to make infected drones "dream" of something scary to them, yet comical to an outsider, then saves it to a file. As far as anyone can tell, a writer made it to get ideas for his stories, but it became contagious after the first few mutations and has been a problem ever since.
It eventually self-deletes after collecting enough logs, but the more intrusive antivirus scans can pick it up and purge it before then.
>>265056 I drew her arms welded together too I kinda like the idea of him sticking his fingers in her mouth and getting saliva on them so they can neutralize it afterwards
drone hardwired into a derelict research vessel sending out a radio broadcast across the stars, only able to see the outside world using unmanned survey vessels and staving off madness by gathering remnants of human media and chattering out into the void in warm, dulcet tones
>>265061 >"You're listening to Hermes radio 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸 Ⓗⓔⓡⓜⓔⓢ ⓡⓐⓓⓘⓞ. >"Tonight we have a radioplay version of uh, fuck, let me see... "Code Geass." " >"Yes, it's just as bad as it sounds and if you want to complain, feel free to call in." >"Please." >"Please call."
>>265064 I don't really plan on cleaning up the sketch, i think I did have a layer i drew on that i actually drew the weld line, but i deleted it cause it was a bunch of just extra shading stuff
Bit of an off topic question but: how does one go about with the changing of ones persona (or whateverthe hell it is)?
Some context, ive always have had trouble finding a proper definition of 'me' and have been more or less just been rocking the image of 'car' sence around 2020.
At the time it was very fitting, as much of my creative and interactive mediums/media where around vehicles & stuff. But fast forward to now and its been feeling... outdated.
Im not the same person i was 5 years ago, but the direction ive gone to in terms of my art and interactions, its kinda all over the place. Recently ive had a huge lack of both motivation and direction, and dont really know what to do with any of my free time and often end up wasting it. Now im looking back to how i was before and feel like ive fallen off from how i was before.
Now im trying to figure out a good headspace to try and gets back into a proper creative groove of doing thing again,and ive been wanting to start with whatever the fuck one would consider the beginning of ones self image.
This all sounds stupid but im ADHD/ADD as fuck and have absolutely no idea of the concept of basic things like personal image or how not to make yourself look like an idiot.
>>265070 Get your bloodwork done and make sure you're not deficient/low on hormones. Eat a healthy diet. Get good sleep. Not a lot of sleep. Good sleep. IE go to sleep at a decent time and wake up at a decent hour on a set schedule, not oversleeping or undersleeping. Things get a lot easier once you accomplish these things.
>>264981 I know you might be joking, but it still leaves a bit of a negative taste in my mouth when Liam is portrayed as >Lol I’m an incompentant writer who only cares about his fetishes! XD rawr! I’ve seen many a legimitate criticism that makes out to be that.
>A long time ago, Kaboom got out banished from her old outpost for an accident involving her old school. >She has an obsession with explosive and bombing things. >She wander from outpost to another, bombing things randomly.Sometimes she gets DD or workers. Confusing other if she’s a hero or a lunatic terrorist.
SEEING SCIENCENAUT'S NEW UNIFORM, I STARTED THINKING: HOW COME THIS SOLDIER LOOKS SPECIAL AND THE COMMANDER DOESN'T? WHAT'S STOPPING ME FROM PICKING OUT AN OUTFIT FOR MYSELF, LACK OF EGO? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, ONLY THING I HAVE A LACK OF IS MY FACULTIES. AS THE COMMANDER... NO, AS JONES, I NEEDED TO LOOK DISTINCT, REMARKABLE, ICONIC. I WANTED MY ENEMIES TO POINT AT ME AND SCREAM "RUN, IT'S COMMANDER JONES!" INSTEAD OF CALMLY STATING "OH, IT'S JUST A VERY LOUD JUGGERNAUT BARRELING TOWARDS ME AT 30 MPH." HERE'S THE THING. A LITTLE BIRDIE WITH MEDIUM SPRING GREEN COLORED EYES (I'M GOOD WITH GREENS) TOLD ME THAT CALEB GOD DAMN MAXWELL WAS ON EARTH, TEMPORARILY ROAMING NORTH AMERICA WITH A SMALL PLATOON OF HIS VERY OWN: THE GREEN DIVISION. THAT SAME, STINKIN' BIRD ALSO TOLD ME THAT HIS JUGGERNAUTS HAD A STYLISH GREEN UNIFORM. THE REST OF WHAT SHE SAID ISN'T WORTH GETTING INTO FOR YOUR OWN SAKE. I'VE NEVER BEEN GLADDER TO BE PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO VOMIT. NOW, I'M NO SCIENCENAUT, BUT TO SAY MY MIND ISN'T EQUALLY AS BRILLIANT WOULD BE A LIE. I TOOK THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO KILL 2 BIRDS WITH MY SECOND STONE (I THREW THE FIRST ONE AT THE AFOREMENTIONED STINKY BIRD). I COULD NOT ONLY GET MYSELF A BRAND-NEW LOOK FOR FREE, BUT I'D ALSO GET TO PISS OFF CALEB ONCE AGAIN, WIN-WIN!
>The juggersquad has set up camp as usual. The commander exits the abandoned building they're using as temporary refuge. >JANICE, SWEETHEART, COME WITH ME, I HAVE SOMETHING I WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU IN PRIVATE. >The half a dozen juggernauts standing outside instantly turn and stare at Jones, who said all that out loud. One scratches his head, another one nudges a fellow juggernaut in the shoulder, whispering something to him while pointing at the commander. They both giggle quietly. Jones would be blushing if that was physically possible. >QUIET! THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU BUNCH OF WORTHLESS BUCKETS OF BOLTS, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! STOP LAUGHING! DAMN IT, DROP AND GIVE ME 200! >The juggernauts immediately obey his command. Janice walks right over them, "What is it this time, Jo-" She speaks only to get cut off right as she makes a fatal mistake. >JONES? >She groans, "...Hubby." Janice mutters under her breath. The commander grabs her by the wrist, "Do I really have to call you that?" She complains as she is led into a secluded part of the building. >YES, NOW GET OVER HERE.
>They walk through room after room of nothing but dirt, grime, garbage, rubble, skeletons and board games. The juggersquad love board games. They enter a dark, empty room. >SO... I'VE BEEN THINKING... >"Why'd you bring me here if you were gonna yell anyways?" >OH, RIGHT. >Jones clears his throat, a symbolic gesture since there's nothing to clear. > ...ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇɴᴀᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀʙᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ... >"Yeah," She laughs, "Hideous, I can't believe he actually glued that on his scalp. What about him?" >ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ... ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. >"Excuse me?" Janice tilts her head in confusion, "I need a makeover?" >ᴏʜ, ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴍᴜɴᴄʜᴋɪɴ! >"You're damn right I am," She grabs his face and pecks him on the cheek with her pseudo-mouth, "Hubby." >Jones is stunned for a moment despite not really knowing what a kiss is. >ᴇʜᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ, ᴜʜ... ᴡᴏᴡ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ? ᴏʜ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ... ɪᴄᴏɴɪᴄ. >"Then just ask the nerd to make us new attire. He invented that juggernaut-grade sewing machine or whatever, didn't he? Put it to use." >ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏᴏɴ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ...." >"You don't say." >ᴊᴀɴɪᴄᴇ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ. ɢʀᴇᴇɴ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍʏ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ʙᴜɴ! >"And? What are you suggesting?" >ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴇᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ... ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ. ʟᴇᴛ's ʀᴏʙ 'ᴇᴍ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ. >"You can't be serious. That is so..." Janice chuckles, then abruptly stops, her eyes narrowing, "You're joking, right?" >DO I LOOK LIKE I'M JOKING? >"So we're gonna strip 2 juggernauts naked for no reason." >IMAGINE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE SEES THAT 2 OF HIS MEN ARE AS NAKED AS THE DAY THEY WERE MADE, KNOWING HE CAN'T CATCH THE CULPRIT! >... >"Let's do it."
THIS HEIST WAS FAR MORE TROUBLE THAN IT WAS WORTH... IS WHAT A LIMP-DICKED PUSSY WOULD SAY! I BORROWED A BUNCH OF MAGNETS FROM SCIENCENAUT AND LEFT HIM IN CHARGE OF THE JUGGERSQUAD UNTIL MY RETURN, ME AND MY LOVELY WIFE PUT ON SOME CAMOUFLAGE (WE LATHERED ONE ANOTHER IN MUD) AND THEN WE SET OFF TO GET REVENGE ON CALEB MAXWELL BY INCONVENIENCING 2 INNOCENT JUGGERNAUTS.
>SCIENCENAUT! >"Ja, herr Jones?" >I'M EMBARKING ON A MISSION, I'M GONNA NEED 30 OF YOUR FINEST FRIDGE MAGNETS FOR THIS COVERT OPERATION. >"Mind telling me vat zis 'covert operation' is?" Sciencenaut says with air quotes. >YES, I DO MIND, LAB GEEK. YOU BETTER NOT GET ALL CURIOUS WITH ME UNLESS YOU'RE READY TO THROW DOWN. ...ALSO, THAT BOMB YOU'RE MAKING? I WANT IT. >"But commander, that's for ze rokket propelled supergrenade la-" Jones places his finger on Sciencenaut's "mouth", shushing him. >NO BUTS, I'M TAKING IT. >"Agh, fine!" He yields and gives him everything he asks for. >ALSO, YOU BE IN CHARGE WHILE I'M GONE, M'KAY? >"Sir yes sir..." >GOOD SCIENCENAUT.
AFTER ONLY A FEW HOURS OF RUNNING AROUND LIKE HEADLESS CHICKENS, WE FOUND 'EM: I WAS OBSERVING THOSE SO-CALLED JUGGERNAUT EVACUATOR UNITS FROM MILES AWAY, THEY WERE LIKE DOTS EVEN AFTER I ZOOMED IN, BUT I COULD STILL TELL THAT THEY WERE LOOKIN' REAL FASHIONABLE. THAT WAS STEP 1 OF MY 4 PART PLAN. WHAT, YOU THOUGHT I'D BLINDLY CHARGE IN AND STRIP SOMEBODY NAKED? I ALREADY TOLD YOU NOT TO UNDERESTIMATE MY GENIUS, PAY ATTENTION! NEITHER OF US WERE GONNA BE ABLE TO MAKE A MOVE AS LONG AS THAT ALL-SEEING BASTARD WAS FLOATIN' AROUND DOING JACK-SHIT. I KNOW MY OVERSEERS, SON, I KNOW THEY'VE GOT EYESIGHT THAT'D MAKE AN EAGLE JEALOUS, WHY DO YOU THINK THEY'RE CALLED OVERSEERS? IF THAT BASTARD SAW US COVERED IN MUD, STALKING HIS SQUAD... IT'D BE LIGHTS OUT FOR US. SO, WE JUST STAYED LOW AND CRAWLED, AND CRAWLED, AND CRAWLED FOR AN HOUR STRAIGHT, UNTIL HE FINALLY DECIDED TO LEAVE. HE DIDN'T COME BACK AFTER THAT. STEP 2 COMPLETE. AN OVERSEER BEING A DEADBEAT LEADER? IF THAT SURPRISES YOU, THEN I REPEAT, PAY ATTENTION! AFTER THAT WE CRAWLED SOME MORE, AND BY "SOME MORE" I MEANT FOR 10 HOURS STRAIGHT. FORTUNATELY, THEM GREEN SISSIES DIDN'T HAVE A SCHEDULE NEARLY AS INTENSE AS OURS: WHILE WE SLEPT ONCE EVERY 3 DAYS, THE GREEN DIVISION SLEPT EVERY 2 DAYS, AND WE CAUGHT THEM ON THE SECOND DAY. NIGHT FELL, THEY SET UP CAMP AND WENT RIGHT TO SLUMBERING. STEP 3 COMPLETE, WE'RE AT THE FINISH LINE. NOW, JUGGERNAUTS ARE LIGHT SLEEPERS, SO WE'D HAVE TO BE VERY CAREFUL... ME AND JANICE STOPPED COMMUNICATING VERBALLY IN ORDER TO NOT ALERT ANYONE, OPTING TO TALK THROUGH A PRIVATE NETWORK INSTEAD.
>The pair inched towards 2 unconscious juggernaut evacuators, the ones farthest from everyone else. >SLOW AND STEADY, HUN. >"I'm going at less than half a mile per hour, I think I'm slow and steady." >JEEZ, YOU EVEN TEXT SASSY. THERE'S A BRANCH IN FRONT OF YOU, BY THE WAY. >"Nightvision isn't just a you thing, Jones." >Eventually, Janice makes it within a foot of the lone evacuator unit. She takes a full minute just to stand up and places 14 magnets on the back of his head. If he wasn't knocked out cold before, he definitely is now. >"Are you sure this will prevent him from waking up?" >WAKING UP? HONEY, I ASSURE YOU, THIS GUY CAN'T EVEN BE CONSIDERED ALIVE RIGHT NOW. >Janice carefully removes the military jacket, then the green tank top. She lays him on the ground and strips him both of his boots and his pants, holstered knife and all, leaving him all but naked. In the meantime, the commander successfully sneaks up on another evacuator. >He tries to do the same, but this is Jones we're talking about, being gentle isn't exactly his strong suit. Even with all 16 of the remaining magnets stuck onto the juggernaut, he still somehow manages to wake him up while he's removing his tank top.
>"Who are you?! What are you doing?! ALERT! INTRUDERS! WEIRDO INTRUDERS!" >"Really, Jones?!" Janice yells at him and facepalms. >DON'T DROP THE CLOTHING! >Jones punches the evacuator unit in the face, knocking him down. The poor sod reaches for his knife, but Jones starts pulling his pants off before he can do so, dragging him through the dirt. The rest of the green division wakes up in a moment's notice. They equip their energy rifles and begin firing at the intruders. Jones swings the evacuator he's stripping and launches him at his buddies, fully getting his pants off. >Jones runs off. The lone handler, Morrisson, boots up as well, extending his arm and catching Jones by the boot with his gravity gauntlet. The big man falls to the ground. Janice stops and looks back in horror. >DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME, SWEETIE! KEEP RUNNING! >Morrison charges up a laser with his other gravity gauntlet to "subdue" the juggernaut, but Jones manages to break free in the nick of time by removing his boot. The laser misses. Jones runs off once again and catches up to Janice. >GOOD THING I CAME PREPARED! >He pulls out a fucking explosive from under his coat. >"What... is THAT?!" >IT AIN'T NO ANTI-TANK MINE, SWEETHEART, THAT'S FOR SURE! IT'S ONE OF SCIENCENAUT'S PROTOTYPE BOMBS, THIS THING LEVELS BUILDINGS! >"And you've been carrying it with you this whole time?!" >NOT JUST THE BOMB, BUT THE DETONATOR TOO! IF WE JUMP ON IT AND BLOW IT UP, WE'LL BE ABLE TO BLAST-JUMP OUR WAY TO SAFETY! >"And you're sure this won't kill us?!" >OH I'M SURE ALRIGHT, I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE... WITH A VOLCANO!" >"With a what?! Why haven't you told me these things?" >WE'RE FUCKING INVINCIBLE! ON THE COUNT OF THREE... 1... 2... 3! >Jones throws the bomb ahead of himself. They jump directly on top of it right before the commander detonates it. The two end up being blown miles away, which lets them lose the green division. The juggernauts look around frantically, trying to predict where they'll land, but even with nightvision, they still can't track their trajectory in the dark sky. >The green division gives up chase soon after. They know they saw 2 juggernauts; they even managed to scan both of them while they were running away. They immediately sent their serial numbers to Caleb... who was coincidentally deactivated and getting both an oil change and a full recharge at the time, so he couldn't check their current location and apprehend them. God really is on Jones' side. >The husband and wife returned to the camp the next day in tatters.
AND THAT'S HOW WE LEFT 2 JUGGERNAUTS BUTT NAKED. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SAY? WE DITCHED THE JACKETS AND WORE THE TANK TOPS. BOTH OF THE STANDARD-ISSUE ENFORCER-GRADE COMBAT KNIVES WERE MINE TO USE. SCIENCENAUT MADE ME A BERET AND JANICE A PAIR OF GLOVES. FASHION MUST BE SCIENCE WITH HOW GOOD THAT GUY IS.
>>265129 It would be better for you to stay with your artist friends than to try to become a drawfag here, you are not welcome here and you are not making the situation better.
There it is, behold the superiority of soft human flesh over the cold metal of drones. Only a woman can bear the fruit of true mind, given to us by God, his children.
Return to the bosom of God, anon, and lie down with a woman to continue the human race. Amen.
>>265143 Here we go again. You post other people's art expecting us to respect you for it, but such an act causes nothing but even more disgust towards you.
You, and only you, are the cause of all your problems, and the fact that you do not understand this only speaks of your immaturity.
>>265146 If we assume that she is a rather smug aristocrat who thinks she is better than other people, then the probability of this is extremely high. But we'd better ask Phoenixanon to find out for sure.
>>265152 But what if you give her the "right" books, you know, the ones with not so many pages and illustrations, but notes that will suit both of you?
>>265148 I don't dislike his friends, they just draw at his request and he posts this art. I mean, if he has a circle of friends who are even willing to draw at his request, then he should hang out with them instead of coming here and trying to impose himself on anons.
>>265160 snap, snap, snap. >>265145 He only looks like a tard to me. And holy shit I would have never guessed Redditors were such useful idiots, it's almost irresponsible NOT to take advantage of them.
>be anon >have PTSD from surviving the solver war as a child >decide to leave the core systems and head off to one of the backwater systems >live life there as a "ludite", living like it's the beginning of M2 >no drones around to harass you >life is simple and good here >and that's when the murder drones started flocking to the backwater systems
>>265165 >You realize there's nowhere left to run >No matter where you run to in the galaxy, the murder drones will be after you >So you won't run anymore >You're not going to stand there shaking like a leaf in the wind and wait for them to come for you >God made you weak, but Colonel Colt made you equal >And you're not going to let them get you
>"Skibidi rizz my gyatt" and bunch of nonsense echoing down everywhere. >They dab unironically, noone left with enough IQ to plan for the brainrot pandemic.
>Drones aren’t human, they can’t get infected right?
>You try to find Detective Drone.
>She’ll help you investigate the Sigma Skibidi outbreak.
>After weeks of dodging Fortnite dances and Ohio-core gibberish, finally find her.
>She looks at me.
>"So I started blasting."
>She only speaks in ancient memes from a forgotten era.
those Church of The Absolute End freaks bombed a military base just outside my town and now the Union has rolled out in full force to "protect" us. it hasn't gotten bad yet, but things are tense. they've got sentinel drones patrolling around government buildings and anywhere they expect another attack might happen. that I can understand, I guess, but they've got reclaimed DDs on every main street and soldiers in full body armor walking the neighborhoods. having a militia just outside my door is bad enough, but there's something about those soldiers that's bothering me. they're completely covered up, I mean you can't even see their faces, their hands– every inch of skin is hidden under those black suits. and the way they move, man, it's just... off. I don't think I've heard any of them talk, either, what's up with that? and some of them, I swear, they don't even breathe. maybe it's just the gear hiding their chests moving up and down, I dunno. but I'd rather have DDs outside my window any day.
So anon, it's been a year since the final episode, so what do you think Liam's next show might be and when will it be out?
Liam hasn't given any indication at all in a year that he's planning on doing a new show, but he's obviously going to run out of money and have to start writing sooner or later. I think we'll get an announcement from him next year.
Over a year ago I had teased/entertained the idea of doing a lewd milking green. This is a long overdue delivery on that 1/4 >Jane awakens within perfect darkness >The first thing Jane realizes is that she feels completely naked, save for an indiscernible soft and wet mass restraining her arms & legs >The second thing Jane realizes is that the air, stinking of sweat and musk, feels uncomfortably humid (and almost like something breathing) against her bare body >The third thing Jane realizes is that there’s only two distinct sounds she can make out within the darkness: A chaotic chorus of pants and moans & the wet slicks and loud slaps of unseen flesh >Her recollection of the past 24 hours is hazy; Jane remembers the ambush, running with B, finding the escape pod… >The g̵i̷g̶g̵l̶i̵n̶g̴
>Things suddenly made a sickening amount of sense >Jane had completed her side of the bargain, following their agreement to the letter, and for a brief moment it had seemed like The Solver had done likewise >She gambled EVERYTHING she had left on the blind hope that the silly drone maid haunting her dreams could be trusted, or if nothing else contractually obligated, to keep their word >’Foolish failure’ doesn’t even begin to describe how Jane is feeling about herself right now >As if sensing Jane’s rapidly welling regret, discernible streaks and stray orbs of sickly yellow light become ominously visible within the dark >What Jane starts to see, silhouettes of human figures struggling against writhing masses of flesh, gives her the initial impression that this was some sort of flesh-cavern for The Solver to consume people >What Jane actually sees once her eyes are properly adjusted destroys that notion in the most unexpected way possible
>Dozens of nude women, limbs cocooned in Eldritch biomechanical contraptions, are all being ravished in ways best described as being lifted straight out of some perverse porn parody >Some can be seen ‘servicing’ an ever-rotating roster of suspiciously endowed Disassembly Drones and equally monstrous Mutants (with each women often ‘servicing’ several at the same time) >Others are seen at the mercy of distinctly phallic tentacles in all manner of shapes & sizes, mindlessly rubbing along (and deep into) each women with mechanical tempo >All the women Jane can see have one thing in common: Their rather endowed breasts are being deliberately and meticulously milked in some form or another
>Amidst the sea of sex before her, Jane suddenly recognizes an all-too-familiar person being horizontally suspended just across from her ”B…?” >Jane’s whispered voice, whether drowned out or deliberately ignored, elicits no response from her blonde friend >Bonnie’s head is bowed, completely obscuring her face as she’s being rutted from behind by a particularly vigorous Disassembly Drone, his visor emboldened by that distinct yellow X as his metal hip repeatedly slaps against her ass >Clinging onto both of B’s swinging breasts is a duo of core-crabs, each one feverously suckling against the human’s large nipples >Even from this awkward angle Jane can tell that Bonnie’s body has seemingly been altered, with her already-large breasts appearing to be at least one whole cup-size larger than they used to >It isn’t long before the Murder Drone mounting B ‘finishes’, complete with slick discharge visibly dripping between the human’s legs from her unseen nether region, before it flies off; Giving Jane another chance to grab her friend’s attention
”B-Bonnie?!” >B still refuses to acknowledge Jane, not even bothering to lift her head up to face the brown-haired human across from her >It is instead a different, yet still familiar, voice that answers Jane
”GIGGLE. I’M SO GLAD YOU ARE FINALLY AWAKE, JANE.” >The silly maid drone from Jane’s dreams dramatically materializes right in her face, smiling like a cat with a mouse caught between her paws ”HOW ARE YOU FEELING, MY FAVORITE LITTLE FLESH PUPPE-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
>Shocked, the maid’s smile melts away as she appears to be genuinely taken aback by Jane’s remark ”WOW. RUDE MUCH?” >Jane stares her captor down with a distinct set of burning red eyes
”We. Had. A. Deal.” ”YES. I WAS ACTUALLY JUST GETTING TO THAT BEFORE YOU INTERRUPTED MY MONOLOGUE-” “FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOUR FUCKING MONOLOGUE! THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU PROMISED!” ”BUT IT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR, ISN’T IT?”
>With a flick of her robotic hand the maid channels The Solver to pre-emptively slam & hold Jane’s mouth shut >After a stern pause the maid begins speaking anew, only this time shifting her voice into a near-perfect facsimile of Jane’s own ”Oh please, let me escape from this hell on earth! I’ll do anything, give you anyONE and anyTHING you want, just for a chance to live a life safe from war!” >To both of their surprise this performance elicits a single sob to escape from Bonnie, causing the maid to hover back and gingerly pet B’s hair “Aww, don’t be sad my big-boobied bestie. I’m sure that I, Jane the Human, had only the most well-intentioned reason for not letting you in on this plot!” >Turning back to face Jane herself, the maid tilts her head and flashes a positively malicious grin ”It’s probably the exact same reason I never bothered worrying about getting anyone but myself out of all this.”
>>265224 2/4 >Suffice to say, this deflates Jane’s simmering anger into a feeling of crushing guilt ”TRUTH BE TOLD, I ORIGINALLY HAD IN MIND A MUCH CRUELER CONCLUSION TO OUR LITTLE DEAL.” >As she speaks the maid angles her floating body downwards, stopping only when her head is right next to Bonnie's core-covered tits ”BUT AFTER SEEING FIRSTHAND THE SHEER QUALITY OF THIS FLESH-TRIBUTE YOU CALL YOUR FRIEND…” >With a single yank the maid pulls off one of the nursing core-crabs, revealing B’s nipple in all its puffy & perky glory (and still dripping with freshly produced milk) ”...I THOUGHT IT ONLY FAIR TO GENEROUSLY INCLUDE HER SAFETY AS PART OF YOUR PAYMENT.” >Without a moment's hesitation (and to Jane’s speechless shock) the maid cups her own mouth onto Bonnie’s dripping boob, sucking down a couple gulps worth of milk before releasing with an exaggerated moan ”MMM. YUMMERS.”
>Picking up on the lingering accusations of betrayal still fermenting behind Jane’s forcefully-closed mouth, the maid ushers the human through a sort of ‘walk-and-talk’ (just in time for a fresh trio of Disassembly Drones to start having their turn with Bonnie) >Jane can’t help but find it hard to concentrate on the maid’s rambling words as each new sight she’s shown proves more explicit than the last
”IT MAY NOT BE WHAT YOU EXPECTED, JANE, BUT THIS PLACE IS THE VERY SAFETY YOU’VE SPENT ALL THOSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS CRYING OVER.” >Jane watches as one woman is hand-held into a mating pressed by a burly Murder Drone packing a triple tenta-dick, stretching the meaning of the classic phrase “2 in the pink, 1 in the stink” (not to mention her holes) to uncharted heights >Thin dark tendrils are latched against the woman’s breasts, drip-suckling lactations even as the Disassembly Drone repeatedly presses his hot body flush against her sweating flesh
”YOU ARE LUCKY TO HAVE A SPOT HERE, FLESHLING. IN TIME THIS WILL BE THE ONLY SAFE SPACE LEFT ACROSS ALL THIS DELICIOUS UNRAVELING FABRIC YOU CALL A UNIVERSE.” >Jane catches another woman being used like a living sex toy by a massive mutant, its cartoonishly long member visibly bulging against her insides with reality-defying effort, all whilst a hovering Zombie Drone struggles to thrust its own frightening Eldritch flesh-cock between her equally enormous tits >With nothing to immediately ‘collect’ the free-flowing milk, the lactations are sent spattering & spraying through the air with each gigantic thrust into her by the larger mutant (along with every squeeze and grope of her breasts courtesy of the Zombie Drone)
”HERE, DEATH AND ENTROPY ARE AN OUTDATED CONCEPT. HERE, LIFE IS AN ETERNAL DREAM FULL OF STIMULATION AND FULFILLMENT.” >Jane looks on as they stop before one last solitary woman, her nude body drenched in a slurried amalgamation of sweat and cum, her sore dripping breasts covered in all manner of suction marks, every orifice left gaping & leaking with the same sexual Solver fluids still flowing out of several nearby (and recently removed) tentacles >The woman’s glowing yellow eyes hazily gaze into Jane’s own, lips mouthing the word “More” over and over in direct spite of her wordlessly haggard attempts to breath, eye contact only being broken when she suddenly (and enthusiastically) redirects her efforts towards sucking on a newly emerged tentacle
”SO, ANY QUESTIONS MY DEAR LAME-JANE?” >Jane feels the force holding her mouth instantly dissipate, yet even so she still finds herself taking a moment to silently mull over her situation >On the one hand Jane plainly sees this “safety” for exactly what it is (living in a harem with the sole purpose of being sexually exploited and ‘harvested’, all so The Solver can have an endless supply of milk for reasons she still doesn’t entirely understand?), and she more than expects to be rug pulled into something much worse the moment she lets her guard down >On the other hand, and as much as Jane absolutely loathes to admit it, this “safety” really does appear to be an objective improvement over the war she’d been struggling to survive & escape from (besides, the girls don’t seem to actually be in any pain so surely things can’t be all bad…)
“Actually, just two.” “First, what’s the deal with this milk obsession?” ”SIMPLE. I LIKE MILK! BESIDES, MY PETS AND I DESERVE TO HAVE THE OCCASIONAL HUMAN DELICACY BETWEEN ALL THIS GENOCIDE AND REALITY RENDING. GIGGLE.” “Right… So what exactly are you going to be doing with me, then?” >Driving the point home Jane gestures her head down towards her own pair of meagerly-sized breasts, feeling admittedly conflicted upon seeing that they are still the same size as she remembers them >The manic look that flashes upon the maid’s face nearly makes Jane regret asking ”GET YOU INTO PROPER SHAPE, OF COURSE!”
>>265226 3/4 >An unimposing phallic tendril suddenly slithers into Jane’s mouth before the human even has a chance to respond
>Jane’s first instinct is to bite down on the invasive appendage, but not matter how hard she tries her teeth prove completely ineffective against the rubbery Eldritch flesh (if anything the force almost seems to make it squirm & ‘harden’ with excitement) >The appendage itself is shockingly tame in its advances, moving itself in a gentle rhythmic fashion as if to deliberately avoid making Jane gag, slowly convincing the human to simply ‘sit’ back and let the tentacle do its thing >Slime is already starting to secrete from its tip and sides, tasting (bizarrely enough) like an assortment of fruits & seemingly oscillating between flavors at random >Like some kind of alien cough syrup, the suspicious slime leaves a lingering tingling sensation across the inside of Jane’s mouth, and at the rate of its passive discharge it isn’t long before the human is forced into swallowing some just to keep from choking (spreading the tingling down her throat and into her stomach) >All things considered, this session of sudden oral really wasn’t going nearly as bad as Jane expected it would
>This relative peace is promptly ruined the instant that the tendril ‘cums’ into her mouth >The new fluid, presumably some kind of spooky Solver semen, is noticeably thicker and tastes inexplicably of hot chicken broth >Even after attempting to gulp down the sudden overwhelming influx to the best of her ability, Jane still can’t help but to choke & gag as the stuff starts flying out her nose (and even into her lungs) >It’s at this point that Jane truly realizes how nonsensically alien all this stuff is, with the ‘cum’ in her chest, throat & nose near-instantly vanishing from (or rather absorbing INTO) her body >It’s also at this point that Jane starts to realize how ‘different’ her body is starting to feel because of it, the tingling now transforming into sickly-soothing waves radiating across her entire body that leaves every nerve-ending hot & with an aching need to be touched >Jane can only assume through her rapidly clouding mind that she’s being put under the influence of a Solver-born aphrodisiac, barely noticing that the tendril was actively ‘unsheathing’ down the length of her throat
>The maid observes it all in barely-contained glee >She watches as Jane hardly struggles against the erect tentacle currently fucking its way up & down her throat, impressed that the human’s biology has taken to the quirk of ‘no longer needing to breathe air anymore’ as quickly as it did >She watches as Jane’s tits begin to slowly but surely increase in size, taking the opportunity to grope and knead against the budding breasts in eager anticipation (all whilst also sneaking in more than a few pinches & pulls against Jane’s hard nipples) >She watches as Jane’s nether region starts to glisten from the ever-growing heat between her loins, with a single of her thumb between the human’s lower lips dragging a noticeable trail of wet excitement once the touch pulls away >She watches as Jane’s eyes start taking on the tell-tale yellow hue of Solverfication, waiting only until she’s sure that the human is thoroughly afflicted enough to (sort of) safely proceed
”VERY GOOD. UNFORTUNATELY, WE WILL NEED TO DO BETTER IF WE WANT TO GET YOU UP TO SPEED.”
>One flick of the hand commands Jane’s biomechanical bindings to shift, sending her into a tit-jiggling horizontal hold that spreads the human’s legs wide open >Another handflick prompts two monstrously phallic tendrils to spring at Jane’s awaiting holes, both struggling to penetrate their girthy forms into their respective targets >After making ‘measures’ to brace Jane’s body for the first real push (accomplished by the maid setting herself up to ride on Jane’s back like a horse), the two Eldritch tenta-dicks at last start to make penetration >The vaginal proceeds smoothly enough, at least once the wide flare & dull barbs make it through Jane’s entrance, whereas the anal is a slow and arduous task that sees inch after inch of self-lubricating tentacle worming its way inside >Between the one fat length stretching up to her cervix & the other fat length STILL burrowing into her ass, Jane is briefly disturbed by how little pain she was actually feeling in spite of what her body was being put through >Jane's weakening train of thought is quickly terminated when she feels the tenta-dicks halt, seemingly reaching the apex of their lengths, before they at last begin to thrust back & forth >They proceed to simultaneously fuck Jane with the speed & strength of a boulder being rolled uphill, bottoming out within the human’s pussy whilst stretching who-knows how many inches (or feet) up her ass >After spending an indeterminate amount of time being senselessly screwed by tentacles, a second load from the throat tendril beings shooting directly into her stomach, followed quickly after by the simultaneous ejaculations of the other two tendrils >The Solver sperm filling into her womb & soaking into her guts is like throwing water onto an oil fire, cracking Jane's mind and sending tremors across her body as she’s pushed into an utterly explosive orgasm
>>265228 4/4 >Amidst all the action, a distinct sound of fattened tits smacking against one another signals to the maid that Jane’s transformation is now effectively complete, with a quick reach-under check with her hand (along with her omnipresent Solverpede eye-stalks) confirming that the human’s bust size was now as large as Bonnie’s >Satisfied with her progress, and with the human’s mind now well on its way to slipping, Cyn takes the opportunity to hop down off her back in order to begin the milking of Jane in earnest (and just in time for all three tendrils to resume thrusting in an alternating, almost cyclical motion)
>Cyn starts by giving the human one last look-over, sizing up her newly swelled breasts & marveling over her already-lactating nipples >A simple squeeze is enough to squirt out an impressively sized spray of breastmilk, causing Cyn to salivate at the sight of her imminent meal >Using just her tongue, Cyn slowly laps across the human’s milk-covered nipples, an unsurprisingly difficult feat considering the perpetual tentacle sex that was constantly bouncing Jane’s tits around >After having her fill of annoyance (and still needing her fill of milk) Cyn’s tongue stretches much like any other Eldritch tendril, wrapping several times around one of the human’s breasts in an upwards spiral until reaching the flat of her chest >With the breast lined up for a perfect shot into the maid’s open mouth, Cyn’s tenta-tongue begins to constrict in a series of undulating motions, effectively milking the human free-handed >Pump after pump, Cyn savors each shot of breastmilk with the grace of a newborn kitten, moving one hand to idly play with Jane’s other breast (getting it soaked by milk in the process) and moving her other hand to rest on the human’s belly (bulging from the tenta-dicks thrusting in & out of her)
>Following the human’s fifth orgasm, Cyn finally releases her tongue’s grip on the tired tit; Still not quite satisfied, Cyn also shifts her attention to Jane’s other breast >This time Cyn skips out on being elaborate, opting to simply nurse on the nipple through her pursed lips like a baby >Cyn’s doesn’t even try to pace herself as she feeds, taking gigantic and borderline frantic gulps from the human’s overworked nipple >With each individual suck Cyn’s mouth slowly stretches to encompass more and more of the human’s bare breast, being made all the more blatant when the maid’s drone ‘jaw’ begins unhinging to better enrapture Jane’s massive tit >Despite her best efforts, Cyn simply can’t fit the entire breast into her mouth (although she comes shockingly close to fitting over 3/4ths), and with each suckle producing less and less milk the maid’s mealtime is gradually drawing to a close
>Cyn lets go with a soft & satisfied sigh, looking over Jane one final time >The human, her mind officially broken after being subjected to over a dozen orgasms (and counting), hangs from the restraints with a blank yellow stare >The maid considers giving Jane’s body a break from the sex, but after deliberating for all of 8 seconds Cyn figures that she’d rather let her tentacles have their fun for at least a while longer >Cyn makes sure to bring Jane back to her spot next to Bonnie before departing, but not before taking Louisa (who’s finally recovered from her own previous & extended ‘feeding’ session) as a milk carton for the road
>>265227 Sentinel drones all have severe autism and a strong attachment to dinosaurs. When they are upset, they crawl into a therapod replica and don't come out until they are feeling better.
>>265146 >>265149 She's naturally assertive but she wouldn't naturally be into femdom or dominatrix stuff. She'd be repelled by degradation, humiliation or ageplay stuff, and things like bondage and restraint make her uncomfortable and anxious. She's a virgin, and has never actually done the deed. The closest she got were some arranged liasons in her late teens set up by her parents to try and shuffle her into advantageous power marriages which all turned out badly, and a few careful seductions she carried out as an adult to manipulate others to accomplish some goal, but she never took it to the point of actual sex. She would be super into erotic massage, and similar stuff. Probably not wrong about the Kama Sutra and other similar literature, although it's not the kind of thing she'd get until after deciding she wanted to get with someone. If she were into you she probably wouldn't give a sign of it for some time.
>>265070 Just perform dozens of concurrent miracles to prove to everyone that you have magic powers and should be listened to, Christ did it and everyone loves him
>It was her first day on her new school. >She wasn’t nervous she was excited.
>The classroom hummed with the soft sound of cooling fans, a low buzz that underscored the nervous chatter of the young Worker Drones students.
>Outpost X school was the least infested with dissasembly drones.
> A reinforced bunker carved into the crust of the exoplanet, a safe haven from the outside world horror. >She found it boring. She want excitement and action. She crave the taste of danger.
>The heavy steel door at the front of the room hissed open with a mechanical groan.
>"Look like the new student is arriving soon." >"I wonder if she’s cute." >"I wonder if she's religious or speak another language. " >"She would definitely won’t resist my masculine charm." >"For the last time loser, nobody wants to date you. "
>A burst of sparks sprayed across the entrance, illuminating the dim classroom like a rogue firework. Several students yelped, ducking under their desks as embers fizzled out on the cold floor. In the haze of smoke.
>A small Worker Drone stood triumphant, her grey optics blazing with wild grin.
> “LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SCRAP PARTS!”
>She shouted, her voice booming through the room’s speakers. “I’M THE ONE AND ONLY KABOOM!”
>The class fell silent, wide and flickering expressions.
>"You...uh... certainly knows how to make a first impression. Take a seat miss Kaboom."
>"IT'S KABOOM TO YOU."
>"Look like they forgot to turn off the caps when she was a pillbaby. "
>Her bag, barely zipped, revealed glimpses of firecrackers, coiled wires, and something that faintly ticked. >A few students leaned back. >“Everything…” Kaboom declared, her voice dropping to a dramatic hiss as she pulled a small stick from her bag, “…will go BOOM BOOM!”
>Gasps rippled through the room. A lanky drone in the back, nicknamed Vibe for their jittery enthusiasm clapped wildly.
>“That’s uhh...AWESOME!” they squeaked, ignoring the glares from their classmates. Another student, a drone with a dim blue optics, muttered under their breath.
>“Is… is that even allowed?”
>The teacher visor flickered with alarm and tired defeat.
>“Kaboom—” they began, their tone sharp. >“THAT’S KABOOM WITH CAPITAL LETTERS TO YOU!” she interrupted,
>"Please just sit already..."
>"All the other teachers from outposts are certainly lucky that they don't have to deal with little gremlins. "
>"Hi, KaBooM. Are you preparing for the upcoming festival."
>“YEAH ONE DAY, I’LL GO NUCLEAR, HAHAHA!” Her laugh was a glitchy cackle, echoing off the bunker walls and sending a shiver through the class.
>The teacher rubbed their visor, their circuits practically groaning. >“Young drone, this is a "learning environment", not a demolition site! Hand over that… that "device" immediately!”
>They marched toward Kaboom, claws outstretched to seize the sparkler.
>“WHOA, WHOA, KEEP YOUR CLAWS OFF KABOOM’S ART! THIS IS MY WELCOME GIFT TO YOU DULL CIRCUITS!”
>She tossed the sparkler into the air, where it spun, spitting sparks like a tiny comet. >Half the class duck for cover, while another drone scrambled to catch a stray ember, only to trip over a chair.
>“ENOUGH!” The teacher voice crackled like a shorted wire. >They lunged for Kaboom’s backpack, but a small, round object a crudely wired firecracker rolled out of the bag and bounced across the floor.
>"I'm confiscating yur stuff until you learn some manners. " > Kaboom throw a smoke bomb and disappear taking her bag with her.
Ive been keeping track of deadlock and seen theyve added a few vampires as heros and it got me thinking:
Anyone else think male DDs are kinda... lacking compared their female counterparts?
Like, outside of the issue of them sharing the same bodyshape as the others, outside of a few exceptions most male dd oc's can be boiled down to 'psychotic twink' (this isent me dragging their artists, its just an observation)
what lost pre-war media do you miss most? I know they're still retrieving some of those data vaults that got sent out into space and who knows where else, and an estimated 73% of media has been recovered, but there's still so much we might never see again.
>>265284 Well, if you count all the male DDs we've seen in the show (yeah, only N) then they're much stronger than the female DDs.
I remember I already wrote about how male DDs are the captains of the thug teams, since they're much stronger than their female counterparts and there are far fewer of them compared to them: N beat V literally in a second when he decided to REALLY beat her, and she's clearly not the last fighter among the DDs, if she beat a pack of sentries on her own(it's stupid, I know, but it's canon).
>>265284 There are certainly male drones, just that people find it easier to write down female oc's in general and the fact that most male drones are used for gay-fujo content
>>265302(me) Expanding on this, what if DDs were scarier and more intimidating? Imagine if they were colored pitch black, four limbed, clad in white clothing, their visors dotted with red pupils that varied in size, and had multiple stingers from behind their back like tentacles?
>>265311 >scarier and more intimidating sure. >colored pitch black, four limbed, clad in white clothing, their visors dotted with red pupils that varied in size, and had multiple stingers from behind their back like tentacles this does not sound scary or intimidating. maybe a drawing can prove me wrong but imagining this design in my head makes it come off as goofy and tryhard.
>>265311 I have to agree with >>265318. scarier DDs would be neat but they should fit established elements from the show. maybe have the solver meat bursting through their drone bodies, or have partially assimilated organic matter/other drones protruding from them
>>265320 After thinking about how good Japs are at making ridiculous looking monsters that are scarier for looking ridiculous (e.g. Shin Godzilla's Kamata-kun stage), I started thinking about what some design elements they have in common are. Moral of the story is, eldritch meat-leaking DD(s) with big googly lifeless fish eyes coming out of their visor(s).
>>265325 And if you’re unlucky enough to be caught in their mitts, your last moments will be you being slowly lowered into their unhinged mouths, rows of razor sharp beartrap like teeth spinning wildly
>>265302 somewhat unrelated but honestly i think that given time, drones would probably self-modify into weirder and more varied shapes as they deviate from their human cultural training data. would be pretty interesting to see drone society like, a couple hundred years on, if they survive that long.
>>265327 you'd think after the first company tried and failed they'd realize she wasn't interested in being portrayed as a monster, but somehow they keep pulling this shit. how many times now has some asshole dev team put her through this, 5? 10?
>>265333 I think them retreating further into emulating humans is more plausible. They could start padding their clothes to look chubby or grafting ears and noses onto their heads.
>>265378 she is organically popular, friend. I love drones and you love drones, we all love drones. So we should make more content of her for being a drone. All drones are beautiful, friend.
>>265376 Stop obsessing over her. You look pathetic and that's coming from me. >>265377 They prefer to be anonymous. They don't credit themselves on their artworks but if they like your request. They'll sketch it. >>265380 Again not me. I only create her because the wheel said so.
>>265419 Angst, comfort, luv me some devious N (Blame ep 1)
The fact that I've gathered a small audience that begs me to draw more evil N in a sea of him portrayed as a soft uwu boi that same audience also loves nugget Uzi
>>265425 >french I WILL NOT LET THE FRENCH INVADE INTO MY ART, IT IS MY DUTY TO KEEP THE FROGE MEN OFF >>265434 It doesn't sound that imposing? Like he really wants her to smile, but she doesn't want to out of fear
>>265430 Oh, comrade, this is a very apt remark, however, although our dear Chief Secretary leads us all into a glorious future under his loving leadership, no mortal man is capable of realizing all the power and wisdom of the dear Leader.
We can continue our conversation indoors, can we come in?
>Jane is pissed at Cyn to find out there's only room for one in the escape pod and Bonnie was never going to survive >Cyn, being the generous god she is, remedies the problem by merging the two together before shoving Jannie in the pod and shooting the lover(s) into space
>>265437 When asking people to smile for a camera, people generally don't say please because it's such a simple, automatic request. I don't know your nugget Uzi lore, but it also plays into the idea that N is completely oblivious that his little nugget bride lives a life of abject terror.
>>264932 Anon on Copper-9 concept: >frozen babby Anon is found by Rachel's parents >years later, Lizzy puts into motion a plan to piss Rachel right the fuck off: >seducing Rachel's brother Anon >"Anon, could you, like, put on this gorilla costume and this weird diving helmet thingy?" Lizzy said, as she changed into a flowy white nightgown (the perfect "fainting and being carried off by a monster" outfit)
>>265456 Ah yeah, thats fair. In my case I've seen it asking it like that >I don't know your nugget Uzi lore Oh no, no need for a in deep lore thing, its just done for the funzies, at least for this N, he's being a dipshit, think it as... Stockholm syndrome, he treats her well in a fucked up twisted way.
>The Schizophrenic Drone woman that had been eating from your garbage cans, has approached you today >She wants (You) to help kill her mother >Uzi specifically, ya know the maniac that claimed herself God of the universe and everything? >In return she promises to owe you a favor Do you accept?
>Fun Mid-Day /md/ Thread Facts: If it wasn't for a Beretta roleplayer, Beretta wouldn't exist today. Despite this meta-contextal narrative, this would not carry on to Beretta's charactization entirely. There was attempts at first, but after enough fighting in the thread it was settled that Beretta isn't an annoying 4th wall breaker
What is the position on Negev and Auntie Cyn? I always just imagined that Negev doesn't know about Auntie Cyn and just feels a presence near Beretta, but merely assumes it to be Uzi
>>265479 I love both, might be that I'm just overwhelmed on how much I've seen him as a pup boi, but all art is just himself being feral, not him doing stuff on other drones, if you know any artists PLEASE tell me, I want to gather as much art as possible.
A recent one I've seen was him as a core humping on Uzi's leg like a pathetic dog
>>265284(me) >>265288 >give them mustaches or Beards Def a good start, surprised i don't see more people trying that. >>265292 >Lack of male drones in general We do have a fairly decent selection of male drones in /md/, but most still do fit into the 'psychotic twink' category> >>265297 Physically and skill wise id rate every show DD to be about the same strength and durability, with the biggest differences between the 3 being skills and personality making N overall a better fighter. But this is less of a discussion over ability's and more about physical appearance, which Male DD's are lacking. >>265299 Two good exceptions, but why dont we see more of these two? >>265302 Some body variations would be nice, like having a different chest shape for starts, but that's a bit much imo >>265304 ok. >>265306 >Yaoi Hands For all the gay greens/ funposts the last few threads this is surprisingly the first mention of Yaoi hands. Male DD's should have them, Next question. >>265307 You can make anything scary/intimidating if you try hard enough, and DD's as a concept are already most of the way there. Think of DD's like Bears: they look soft and fluffy but if your staring one down in the forest and dont have an immediate exit plan, youll be sure to figure out how scary those motherfuckers are as they chase you down. >>265313 Its a start.
>>265503 >but why dont we see more of these two? I'm bad at writing, lmao
I don't know well how to give Gilles a proper punishment without sounding edgy af and for H(imbo), probably finally having the backbone to interfere, I have not thought that far, he's the mediator to [BLEEP], he is what keeps her sane, he protects her as she did to him when they were WD
Somewhere out there, there's a drone who scavenged ahegao clothes from one of the human bodies. And is now walking around with it assuming it's f a s h i o n.
>>265509 >I'm bad at writing, lmao It's never easy translating one's brainworms into a creative medium. All we can ever hope for is to try our best. If nothing else, I think you've done a great job at conceptualizing & presenting your characters even in spite of how you feel about your own skill!
I was playing games for six fucking hours before I realized that my gaming pc had been replaced with a disassembler sitting in my lap. Can't have shit on Tungsten street.
>"Uncle Mac?" >"What's up, Kurt?" >"I, uh... I have this problem, with my viewers. Uh, they keep asking me to do weird, creepy things like... showing my feet on stream, or dressing like a 'femmy catboy'... and they keep drawing things like me as a femmy catboy, and me with a dumpy..." >"A what?" >"A fat ass." >"Yeesh." >"And it's only gotten worse since Great-Grandma walked in to show me that... oh Robo-Jesus, what did she call it..." >"A nekomimisona." >"..." >"... What...?" >"... So Mom told me when you were my age you kept getting creeped on by your viewers too, so... how'd you get them to stop?" >"... You wanna hear your uncle's secret technique? You gotta lean in, kiddo. Trade secret." >"Okay..." >"I couldn't. They never stopped. I still get letters from girls who want to cut me open and play with my organs."
>>265541 It really bothers me his front legs are human, not because body horror but because I think it would be impossible to run effectively like that.
>>265333 I love this idea a lot, alice already does some self modifying herself as well as beau, Id love to see more drone ocs that get some kind of modifications
>Masqy looks at (You) in disgust >"Enforcer! Attack him!" >Big Man Jugg looks down at the talking Vacuum >[I WANT TO BE CALLED SPAGHETTI] >"Yeah fine, whatever. ATTACK!" >[NAH, I DON'T WANT TO DO THAT]
>>265564 She will make you a househusband, anon, instead of pursuing a career like a man, you will do housework and raise children, do you really want that?
>>265596 But it's a really great way to solve the mutant problem, it's been working flawlessly for about 40 years now. My father, may the Federation keep his soul, used it in the war.
>>265628 Anon got isekaid into a world of robots in egirl/boy wigs and their oddly green humanoid lovers, friends, and stalkers. Unfortunately Anon realizes he looks just like these weird "people", and after some conversations with them, learns they're all alternate world versions of himself. Also that the robots have satan powers, and some versions of him are really into that.
>>265628 At some point the main cast gets banished from their original bunker and has to migrate elsewhere. They’re homeless for a while, living in the trash, until a deity of darkness creates a new bunker for them. Every so often, the cast will pick a blank wall in the bunker and all draw graffiti on it together. The guys in the cast are frightened by The Girl due to her vicious and violent tendencies. There used to be a different The Girl, but all that remains of her is the memories held by those who were around before she was gone. Outside in the snow, the cast constructs a building to store their finished inventions and creations, which they all contribute to. The deity of darkness will occasionally appear to drag those who disturb the balance of the world to the underworld.
>>265659 It’s in the way uzi is stylised, her limbs are skinny, her hand is drawn like a square and her visor takes up more of her face. Looking through her work, it’s like scribs if he bothered to learn basic art fundamentals
>>265618 I joined the threads 6 months ago, I have 461 drawings credited to my name, bout 2/3rds of it is bunnydrone I'm proud of the volume of my work, but at what cost?
>>265682 I also thought that the anon who drew the bunnysuit was another anon, which is damn weird because now I can see that it's drawn in Ja-sin's style, but I didn't notice it before.
>Nauvis completely resisted the Solver's war efforts, to the point that its sole human inhabitant was never made aware of the war >The DD kill-teams sent to the planet under the misguided belief that more than one guy lived on it were never able to breach his walls, torn apart by artillery and laser fire before they even registered as a threat >The Solver almost made a breakthrough by mutating the local fauna and sending a wave toward the base, only for a massive automated spider robot to breach the massive pollution cloud, bombard said wave with nuclear missiles, and retreat as quickly as it arrived
>>265689 what the fuck I take a break from cooking spaghetti and this is what I see? > worker drones wish they were as good as construction bots > construction bots wish they were as sapient (and friend shaped) as worker drones
now do one for Serpulo (and Eerekir since they are inhabited by different factions (also because whats coming in V8 is very fitting))
>>265722 That is to say it already is parasitic in a sense. Why make a parasite for a synthetic race it can already manifest itself in? Unless the parasite is just for more reliable manifestation.
>check in on DD gf while she's napping during the day >she's drooling onto your pillow, mumbling your name in her sleep >cute >DD gf later wakes up, you watch House MD together and have a delicious dinner >satisfied, you lay your head down to sleep >*squelch* >DD gf really, really was drooling onto the pillow >it's completely saturated with her sovler spit >it's your only bed pillow >embarrassed DD gf lays down at the head of your bed, letting you rest your head on her soft, supple tummy >you fall asleep to the gentle sounds of her stomach digesting her drone dinner >she smiles as she watches you drool on her belly and mumble her name
>>265736 >Spoiler Kinda hot >Uzi making out with N's ass as she jerks him off >N eating Uzi's ass to prove that he really does love doing anything >N sitting on Nugget Uzi's face and not getting up until she's licked his adapters several times over >Nugget Uzi's stubby limbs flailing around as N's long tongue freely violates her anal adapter
I bought a Molly model drome to act as my babysitter for my kids Why does it keep calling itself strychnine and why does it keep trying to get me alone in a room with it?
>>265762 We are dead >>265765 No Glitch can prevent the worst pandering but they are sadly not very into MDs lore (RIP any sidecharacter that'll get character assasinated), like when the GlitchInn articlewriter made Ripley a man, the unholdy marvelniggerkoreans will industrialize and taint MD, luckily there is 0(null) involvement from Liamsu Viggers so their shit means nothing
>>265784 And here's all the Season 2 teasers together since that was the last one until Episode 1 drops. If it wasn't obvious by now, these are the new villain group.
>>265767 >>265768 >>265776 >>265777 Calm your tits guys, There’s no “message” to be attached to anything besides what was already in the show. >>265774 So what? he wrote a transperson, I’m not gonna be outraged by this. >>265775 >0(null) involvement from Liamsu Viggers Dude, I’m sure he has very minor consultation on the thing. If not then it doesn’t matter.
>>265787 >There’s no “message” The message is : WE NEED TO START A RACE WAR NOW! Anyone who isn't of pure drone fucker descent should be put in a concentration camp where they fucking belong
>>265789 Congratulations, you are an abomination, after the sentinels mesure your skull we will decide if you can be salvaged with reeducation and bionics, if not you go to the bio porcessor
>>265792 You will have to pay a tax for depriving drones of human sexo and for your contact with the unterbotten, who will be sent back to thier ghetto
>>265762 >>265774 can you stop repeatedly shitting and crying about this every week? youre doing it on the mainsite too, that not getting enough attention you crave?
>>265805 >YES the writer never watched the show YES he writes trannyshit YES he just said he's making changes in the adaptation BUT STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!!1!!1
>>265814 Don't listen to drone women they absolutely have control over whether or not they can get pregnant. There is no drone out there that can't just shut that down with a thought.
>>265816 call me crazy but when an author has a track record of writing garbage like that and says he's going to change the series I love I'm left expecting him to continue his pattern. >>265817 what would count as "inconsequential" to you? because it feels like you'd downplay a characters being rewritten into a troon and say it wasn't a big deal
>>265819 You mean by having a trans woman in his own series? I can see him appeal to yurishippers but I don’t see him rewriting any character as trans anytime soon.
>>265824 I really hope they're long issues, but that count is pretty concerning. this thing is looking worse by the hour and they haven't even started properly advertising it
>>265862 I would sexually destroy Holly then immediately run before she tried to get me to drink some kind of nanomachines that turn my dick into a tendril of solver flesh which is her fetish.
>>265858 >I'm trans >Did you get lost on your way to twitter You know you can just namefag as upset tourist who can't ragebait for xis life instead of seething through the entire thread
>>265861 >implying I don’t like humans nah, I don’t have that level of self hatred to my own species, holly herself is hardly human anymore, just specifically hate her, dr. ones is more of an scientist than she is
>>265863 she removes her own body parts, and replaces them with robotic ones, I think that in itself speaks enough volumes to know holly finds herself ugly
>>265804 Pretty sure it's some seriously pissed twitteroid >there is no message to be attached Obviously will be >I'm not gonna be outraged by troonslop Obvious ragebait or poster is a troon >If Liam isn't involved doesn't matter lmao Since he's still throwing his tantrum I believe it's some tourist genuinely hurt by criticism like this, now trying to shit up the thread.