The Drones, they are an amazing living being that can be an amazing friend... Probably. The Beautiful Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel with many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The spectacular OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>264932
>>265905 >anon: “this is how I practice smacking your momma ass!” >holly isn’t sure how to feel, let alone deal with the situation >but the bongos smacks do feel nice, so it’s not all bad
>>265910 >"Wait, what do you mean I have to wash dishes and make beds? I thought all drone owners were massive perverts! Where's the upskirting? The sneaky plate fondling? The passionate declarations of forbidden love between man and machine? I want my money back!"
>>265910 >>265912 >Emily dreams of becoming a maid for a rich human family >Emily's only point of reference regarding how humans '''supposedly''' treated domestic drones is pre-solver, human-on-drone pornography >Emily refuses to believe the horror stories that N & V claim to be the "authentic" butler/maid drone experience
>>265912 >want my money back! how that does that work in this situation, your a object to humans, emily, but that doesn’t mean your going to get miss treated by having your head smashed in for no reason, I’d be like destroying a PS5 or a xbox one, if anything, your in the safest position predicament
>one male!U-U claims that his cock is bigger >instant fight followed by them sheepishly asking you to measure for them >take their long, fat, musky tentacocks in hand and dutifully measure them >tell them that they're the same size >instant fight, stopped only by one of them claiming his balls are bigger >get out the scale, lifting their hefty nutsacks onto the measuring platform >they're the same weight >another fight, the two sweaty drones wrestling across your floor until one claims he can cum more >they grab the measuring cups from the cupboard >both of them are trying to edge as long as possible to maximize their output, slowly stroking their cocks to the precipice before letting their throbbing, aching members left >(you) walk into the room and the two of them lose control when they see the blush on your face >two measuring cups are filled to overflowing, their thick baby batter dripping on the floor with sticky slaps >their contest ruined and their balls empty, the two drone boys finally settle down for breakfast
>>265921 >edge as long as possible to maximize their output they both feel what the other one is doing, god, that would be torture for either of them, one male!U-U jerking it and edging it for hours, only for the other one to be spazzing out in the living room
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>>265943 The male drones have learned to turn heterosexual men into faggots, which only exacerbates the already deviant behavior of human men and radicalizes the female drones.
>>265939 >"Hey, clone?" >"What is it, clod?" >"What is anon, anyways?" >"He's a human, dolt!" >"No dumbass, I mean, what is anon? Is anon a-" male!U- makes a crude gesture involving his finger penetrating a hole made by his other hand, "or is anon a-" he takes two rigid fingers and bounces them off one another. >"Well obviously anon's a-" -U rubs his chin in his hand, "uhh," he scratches his optical bulbs. "Yeah what is anon?" >"You want to go find out? There's no breakfast yet, anon must still be sleeping." >the two wordlessly nod, pushing and fighting only slightly over who takes the lead as the two tiptoe up the staircase >the old, wooden farmhouse steps creak and groan beneath the considerable weight of sentient murder machinery, the two drone boys shushing and quietly cursing one another's inability to stay quiet >the two plant their boot at the top of the stairs at the same time, still arguing over who would get there first, before coming to a silence >nothing but the distrubed farmhouse dust settling in the morning light >male!-U makes a zipper motion over his mouth while glaring at his clone, his counterpart performing a silent shushing with his finger in front of his lips before the two tread on >both grab the handle to anon's door at the same time, counting down before opening the master bedroom with a drawn out creak >the two tense, pausing, optical bulbs flickering yellow in the darkness of the room >despite their racket, their target remains unaware, sleeping in a bed much too large for a single occupant >slowly, surely, tiptoe by tiptoe, male!U-U reach the foot of anon's bed >a silent conversation takes place, hand gestures and pointed glances towards the figure beneath the covers- curiosity finally emboldening the drones to cooperation >male!U- reaches for the covers, grabbing two fistfuls before looking at his clone >male!-U readies his hands, prepared to pull anon's pajama pants off >two distinct swooshes of air sound in the blackened room >male!-U stares, anon's pajama pants in his hands as his clone struggles to unwrap himself from the comforter he'd pulled away. "That's not right..." >male!U- huffs, "What's not right?" he stage whispers before tossing the covers aside. "Huh? But humans don't-- they can't be--" >"Be me," anon suddenly speaks, the two drones' displays losing color in fright >"Laying under my bed covers," anon continues, eyelids remaining closed >"W-what the fuck?" male!U- shivers, looking for the covers he had tossed aside, only for them to reappear above anon as if nothing had happened >"Male!U-U are on either side of me, holding me tight." >"N-no," male!-U sputters, blinking, only to find himself wrapped around anon's side, looking at his brother's frightened display across anon's chest >"The two boy drones are snoring in their sleep," a grin forms on anon's face, "and they don't remember anything." >male!U-U's optical bulbs flicker off, one by one, their displays filled with imminent popups about entering sleep mode, eldritch code flickering across as the two lose responsiveness, snoring as they cuddle anon from either side
>light enters the bedroom, male!U- squinting as optics whirr to life, sensory input coming online >male!-U yawns, heartily sucking in the morning farm air as he rubs his bulbs with a finger and thumb >their morning routines halt when the two look into each other's display, frowning >sometime this morning anon hand untangled from the two of them, no doubt preparing breakfast- the scent of cooking bacon wafting in from the kitchen below >in their sleep, the two boy drones hand wrapped their arms and tails around each other >morning wood subroutines had activated, impressive disassembly dongs coming to full length, rubbing and frotting one another >two sticky, embarrassing lines of pre connected each drone's cocktip to the other's chest >both male!U-U push against one another in a flurry of insults, sending them both careening from opposite sides of the bed in a crash >"Faggot!" male!U- spits, wiping pre from his chest light >"Queer!" male!-U growls, pointing accusingly at his clone >"Boys," anon calls from below, "breakfast's ready!" >the two glare at one another for another moment, before bolting to the door, the two drones making a ruckus as they race down a dusty staircase to the kitchen below >in their haste, they didn't notice the pair of drone footsteps imprinted in the dust of the stairs, evidence of their prior activities unmade in the swirling dust of their flight >in the kitchen, anon smiles and whispers >"Be me,"
>>265963 this is one of many reasons why people stay vigilant of anon, it even makes freak the hell out, this right here? is only tame in comparison to the other stuff he’s done, makes jax and solver look like monks of pure patience and goodwill
>>265973 >do (you) plan to buy the comic? No. >What is something that would change your mind? I'd change my mind if I got a free drone wife in exchange for buying the comic.
I’ve only ever saw a peacock once in person when I was a kid, at the zoo on a field trip with school, fear had not been a thing for younger me, so younger me fed it a french fries crisp, peacock ate it, then left, one of the few memories I remember from my childhood
>>265981 >pavo eating fries out of your hand while his fat butt and peacock tail wiggle >when the fries are gone he licks the salt from your ticklish palm with his big drone tongue
>>265978 >She dashed through the halls of the office in its evening light. >The path to freedom illuminated every so often by the ceiling bulbs that were quickly blowing out one by one behind her. >It wasn't far behind. A horrible beast in a coat of yellow and black had been chasing her ever since the day was over. >But still she barrelled on round the corner as fast as her little worker legs could carry her, despite the warnings of joint wear. >Soon enough her salvation was in sight. The big and bold letters that read 'EXIT' lay before her. It was just one more sprint and she was home free. >Then came an oil-curdling roar. >It approached rapidly. Its unnatural curvature, the lumbering limbs and razor teeth. The mottled patches of rot dotted about its skin that was peeling off at the seems. >She didn't waste any time. >She ran. >She tripped. >It caught up. >She screamed. >And screamed as it dragged her away to crunch on her plasteel chassis. >"AHHHHH!" >E finally woke up from the horrible nightmare that had been plaguing her for the week. >She shrill screams of terror startled her boss awake too, much to their annoyance as the poor girl finally managed to calm down. >"Same dream?" >She practically shivered. >"Y-ye." >One body shuffled over and enveloped another in a comforting hug that the disassembler gladly accepted by burying her face into the crool of her boss' neck. >"Don't worry. There's no such thing as mutant bananas. And if there were, I wouldn't let any of them eat you." >Finally the tension left her frame after a few minutes of cuddling, and the ensuing strokes of her hair saw the two of them get back to a comfortable sleeping position. >"Thanks boss...yer the best."
>"No problem, babe." >As her human dozed back off again and she found herself on the precipice of hitting standby mode once more, she hesitantly kept her optics on. For just a moment. Just to check the corners and the ceiling and what have you. >And when nothing came but the rhythm of your heartbeat running in time with her core... >There was that sweet peace she enjoyed so much.
>>265982 >sheer amount of willpower is takes to not squeal out of happiness >the feeling of an animal eating out of your hand, licking the paw afterwards
>>266008 >Mac greentext where he's forced to take a life >This heavily effects Mac since he's never killed anyone before let alone ever bothered to use any of his natural DD stuff
>>266005 he also derailed entire threads, wrote a spite green about Pavo raping a child to death, went on schizophrenic rants, and made a fucking powerpoint about how there was a secret cabal of drawfags conspiring to harass him
>>266003 >They're very drawn to children and, once a child is found, the Moblin will immediately imprint upon them, refusing to leave their side. >While this worries some parents, it should be noted that Moblins are universally helpful and protective of kids. >Should the child ever be threatened, the Moblin is known to use its small, bladed hands to... remove the threat. Enthusiastically. >There has been no record of a Moblin hurting a child, even when force is used.
>>266005 Doesn't matter. If he made cool shit then he would've been cool, but Pillar was a massive ass to everyone, falseflagged, derailed entire threads, and went on strange tangents about secret societies and how he was assaulted at a young age. He needs actual help and I hope he gets it
>>266022 Clanker? No no, it's like when you growin' crops and you strip the soil of its nutrients and goodness and then you can't grow nothin'. You gotta rotate your racist slurs. Now I know it's hard 'cause 'clanka' just rolls off the tongue the way oil rolls off a clanker's lips, but we cannot let that be a crutch.
>>266024 >The Florida Man fired his gun, screaming at what he assumed to be Martian invaders in their evil flying death machine >Unfortunately for him it was not in fact two Martianitos coming to probe him, instead it was two asshole "Mexican" Drones known as SD-U-U >"¡Mira al obeso floridano!" >Snickered one SD-U-U to the other >"I'd be he'd fry nice and crispy..." >Raising their water guns from underneath the dash, they pumped and fired them onto the screaming Floridan >No water came out of that spout, instead it was hot boiling cooking oil that the SD-U-U's had ransacked from the nearby Wendy's after tossing an alligator through the Drive-thru window
>>266042 I'm just going to assume whomever posts him is some kind of threadshitter because I can't imagine anyone else giving a flying fuck about random e-celebs
Had a rough idea for how to revive T.A.M.M.F.K, I liked the idea the other Anon had with him slowly losing his "humanity" by starting off as a normal Drone and then turning fully into the weird spider thing at the end. Not sure if I'll write it, but just writing this down incase something happens >T's story takes place years before the events of the Gala Massacre >Drones are still mostly AI however with the turning of the age flesh-cores are introduced >As a result reports of strange mutations start to flood in, dangerous Drones that are nothing more than failed vessels for a being beyond our reality >Even stranger is reports of fully AI Drones aka the older models acting strange almost human, too human >Wanting to keep this under wraps JCJenson partners with the government to form a group specialized in taking care of these rogue Drones >The Drone Reclaimation Bureau also known as the DRB >These agents are dispatched to take care of or capture these rogue variables for study >There are both human and Drone agents, they're certainly no Sentinel Drones, but they do use experimental technologies which can be considered primitive to our current day DD, but the one thing they're good at is stealth tech >T is an older model Worker Drone who tries to prove himself capable of being an agent, eventually he gets his chance whether his superiors like it or not, unfortunately for him this action will lead him down a road to ruin as he becomes their guinea pig to toy with more dangerous technology
>>266045 Mainly posting this because I like the idea of the Drone Reclamation Bureau, feel like it could help expand the lore on Zombie Drones especially the mysterious tape