The beautiful Booru: https://dronebooru.co The excellent Wheel Of OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf The wheel's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The incredible OC Wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>292675
I've been fed up with drones that start shaking like a leaf in a storm just by making direct eye contact. I want an experienced drone that knows what to do in bed.
>>293619 Thanks to Uzi and her vampire friends, the worker drone population has dropped significantly, so we'll have to resort to the bunny method of replenishing it.
>>293630 Like minded as in fellow drone loving humans, she will make sure to vet you on case you are some sort of anti drone extremist. And it's a planet populated in 99.9% by drones, I don't think you'd make a dent in the population with just a shotgun
>>293631 >don't think you'd make a dent in the population with just a shotgun and the answer to that question? use more gun, if that don’t work, use more gun
>>293632 The drones are armed, you know Tessa dislikes her family getting hurt, you may find yourself outgunned and outmanned, Drone-1 despite being called a ranch is more of a fortress world/drone recycling factory world
While trying to gather the HoDR parts, I came across this green I think I wrote with the same image used. Lady Eveline came a long way from this dialogue.
>>293641 No, she's not 16 anymore, when the drones are sad Tessa gets angry and when Tessa gets angry.... Oh she just came back and asked why the population hasn't grown yet ...
>>293643 Yes, yes she's crying and definitely not threatening to break my legs, you wouldn't want her to cry for long right? Then come to Drone-1 the only requirement is that you like drones and we're looking for ways to make that optional. Tessa please put the mace down there's no need
>>293646 would be hilarious to see a shrivelled up tessa, in a pool of her own tears, the very thought of it makes me chuckle a little, after all, why not let her continue crying
>>293649 If I could change Lady Eveline’s dialogue here.. >“You will step no further, Solver spawn. I feel your anger, your feelings, your pain. Allow me to grant you peace, it is of the best interest for everyone”
>>293653 Listen this is not that bad, the taxes are low, the public services are plentiful and reliable, you'll get a house for free and you will meet many cute drones! Sure the ruler is a bit specific... >Aaaaaa as my shin! >"Who are you calling specific?!" The ruler is a great woman with a clear vision and societies best interest in mind >Aaaaaa my other shin! What was that for!? >"You haven't meet the uppie quota this month, you're going to make the hospital drones happy as punishment!"
>>293487 >It was also why Cyn decided to turn Tessa into a vampire’s counterpart. >The beast of the full moon. >The monster that wore human skin, shedding it once a month. >A werewolf. >It was fitting to Cyn. >She was a human and they were robots. >Flesh vs machine. >It was ironic too. >Being the child of rich snobs; animals were considered tools. >And since they had worker drones in every corner, they were not needed. >Despite this, Tessa had snuck in a stray kitten and puppy once. >Cyn didn’t see what happened to them. >But seeing her sobbing while her parents shrieked about “vile things” was enough evidence. >N also wept, over the loss of the puppy. >His favorite animal. >Tessa had so badly wanted a pet, wanted to be machine. >Wanted N to love her back. >So Cyn decided to give her all that.
>>293671 Anon... It's a hookup website, you're inviting the drone to your house to have sex with it, if you want the dating experience before the sex (you'll get it after with hookup drones they are clingy) go outside and announce you're single
>>293669 >There's an entire Booru dedicated to vore. I don't know what shocks me more: that they regularly pay for drone content, or that thousands of people watch it.
>>293674 Come on, you're in a high trust society, plus most drones you call rapists are just eager, give them a chance they are very passionate lovers I'm sure
With all this "raaaaape" discussion going on, I think I'm starting to see the appeal of sentinel drones now. The sentinel will want their piece, but 1 sentinel is more manageable than 10 feral goblindrones.
>>293682 No grunts or Sentinels for you then and only demilitarized disassemblers , you could also try to become a policeman but there's not many police sentinels
>>293689 >edgY Uhhhh aren't you just the cutest nonconformist around! Want me to take you to hot topic for shopping? You can read me your dark brooding poetry later
>>293699 Y is going through a rebellious phase this usually happens around this time of year >Teetholes Actually that's black glitter, she puts a lot of effort in applying it so it's going to stay a while
>>293701 Oh damn really? She somehow became even cuter! I would absolutely finance her emo antics untill she snaps out of them three days before Xmas and then show her all the pictures of her acting "rebellious" and all the edgy poetry she wrote
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dicking dykes down was POSTPONED because i fell asleep and had a dream lizzy was dry humping pidge while choking her so i had to get this out of my system
>wake up >shivering >it's way to early to be up, your alarm hasn't even gone off >N's massive morning wood has tented the covers of the bed, lifting them off of you and allowing cold air to seep in >snuggle closer to end, wrapping yourself around his hot body >his heat makes your shivers go away, N's warmth seeping into your body like his love >his penis, done with its morning exercise, finally becomes flaccid, the covers once again draping over your body >you eyes begin to flutter, sleep beginning to take you as you bask in N's warmth beneath your bedsheets >BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! >your bloodshot eyes shoot open >damnable alarm, trying to cut into your N time >your N understands your plight, his arm shooting out to the nightstand and grabbing the alarm in his claws >he drops it into his mouth, the alarm warbling a last, distorted beep as it's crushed between the industrial press that is N's jaws and swallowed in a single gulp >N's arm pulls you closer as he grumbles a g'morning >you smooch him, only to suddenly feel a gush of cold air >all your snuggling and smooching has gotten him excited, N's tentacock throbbing as it lifts up the covers again >you look into N's bashful eyes before blowing him a kiss, unwrapping your arms from his and slowly inching your way down the bed to take care of your drone's oversized needs
>>293714 >TURNED DRONES INTO SKINJOBS The drawing is nice but my moral code compels me to call it garbage and wish every disease known to man on the artist Who will have to write their last will on their own skin in the desert
>>293724 Haha, why do you think there's a coupon for a huge boy drone right before November? Gotta keep the factory floor clean and clear of spunk, much better that it floods your home.
>>293725 D-do you at least sell the boywife accesorries so I can pretend? Please I know what happens if I don't redeem it I'll go get the N but please don't do anything to my house
>>293704 she hasn't properly scared U-U, and she hasn't scared the main cast, Y, Akita, Jane, or most of the popular OCs. personally I'd like to see her scare J, Alice, or Cici seeing her trying to scare oil ghost doll could be fun too. hell, I just want to see more Lucy greens before the month ends tomorrow night
>>293728 Putting the boywife clothing on N will only make his post-November nut larger. You do so at your own risk. Remember that your flood insurance will not cover floods of solver spunk.
>>293730 trick one into thinking the other is gone for good. or make them think anon is in danger. OR more fun, spook them with ghosts and ghouls from Mexican mythos
>>293732 Listen, I will have to explain to Y why there's another drone in the house if he's wearing a skirt she will at least think I'm a blind retard and not a faggot retard (hopefully) I'll think how to deal with the flood later Yes I know about the posibility of being called a blind faggot retard
>>293753 Y told me to sleep on the couch with the N, and she has been hiting me on the head with a broom for the past few hours, I think I'd prefer the pipebomb
>>293670 Beretta initially found stuff like having solver fangs or casting solver 'magic' to be kinda cool. It's all the other baggage, like feeling hunger at the sight of dead drones or transforming into an Eldritch flesh monstrosity, that sours the whole thing
>J lying on her belly, reading her quarterly reports >cooking a ham steak from the residual heat emanating from J's back >she insists you not squander the energy she so graciously provides you >and also wants you to crack open a couple eggs on her, over-easy, please
>Y mounting a punitive expedition against your penis after it failed to stand at attention for a superior officer (you had already cum a dozen times and were unconscious from hickey-related blood loss)
>>293707 1/2 >Lizzy paying Pidge a surprise visit (in the middle of the night no less) upon learning that she's both a stinky girl-kisser and a dirty null-supremacist >Lizzy bracing Pidge against the bed, bending her forward to expose the Worker's bottomplate in all its on-model glory >Lizzy taking a mocking satisfaction of the view before her, verbally teasing Pidge for the "prudish" choice to forgo adapters all whilst using fingers to rub against the smooth black bottom on display >Lizzy briefly pausing & posing to take a lewd-faced selfie right next to Pidge's awaiting rear before moving on to "the good stuff~" >Lizzy gripping the hems of Pidge's "waist" as she subjects the green-eyed Worker to a series of shallow dry humps >Lizzy laughing when Pidge starts to audibly squeak and grunt in tandem with each thrust, ultimately convincing her to redouble her initially half-hearted efforts >Lizzy suddenly wrapping one arm around Pidge's neck in a firm choke hold whilst the other arm goes lower to help pry her shaking legs as open as they can get >Lizzy lifting her skirt before rapidly increasing the tempo of her thrusts, drowning out Pidge's already-muted vocalizations with the sharp sound of metal clanking against metal >Lizzy feeling digital sweat forming on her screen as she clangs Pidge's nussy with maximum effort, causing even her to unexpectedly feel a swelling sense of arousal building from it all >Lizzy continuing until she at last feels Pidge go limp, with a quick peek of her screen revealing she'd genuinely been pushed into a soft bootloop from the sensory overload >Lizzy, still unsatisfied and now left with a burning desire to indulge in more lewd nullplay, proceeds to set up the next step of Pidge's "bullying"...
>making jack-o-lanterns with your DD daughter >she cuts into the top of the pumpkin with one of her deadly claws, wrapping her tail about the stem and pulling the top away >she presses the pumpkin against her face, long disassembly drone tongue scooping up pumpkin flesh and seed and sending it into her smacking, slurping mouth >finished with her meal, she sits up and licks her lips, fidgeting as you take a napkin and wipe away errant strands of orange-colored fiber and yellow juice deposited around her mouth >she holds the pumpkin between her thighs as her claws get to work on the face >two quick slashes establish the tell-tale >< for the pumpkin's eyes >she sticks her grey tongue from her mouth as she methodically pokes and saws at the mouth with her claws, her off-hand occasionally transforming into a mirror into which she flashes her sharp, white fangs for inspiration >finally satisfied, she picks out a candle with her favorite scent and places it into the jack-o-lantern >you panic as one of her hands transforms into the nozzle of flamethrower, grabbing her arm and telling her to use something more appropriate >she rolls her yellow eyes and sighs as a Bic lighter analogue pops out from her armament assembler and lights the candle >placing the top back on, she holds the jack-o-lantern proudly against her display and smiles, her other hand throwing up a peace sign as she poses >the pumpkin's toothy grin is a near one-to-one replica of your daughter's >you take a picture for the wife before giving your daughter a smooch on the forehead >placing the pumpkin on the front porch, you send her away to get dressed to go trick or treating
>>293419 Are you kidding me? I want cute drones to be real not these hideous but at the same time somehow aggressively boring overglorified roombas that are powered by some jeet on the other side of the planet, Fuck this timeline.
>>293830 >Lucy casts the hallow ween spell on you after you refuse to partake in her games >your penis deflates, its structure completely gone; all that's left is the skin that once surrounded it
>>284884 I decided fuck it, it's been too long and the weight is something I'm feeling >You turn to Sophie, who's just looking up at you all puppy-eyed. You tell her she doesn't have to put on the cutesy act anymore, she made you want to protect her. >"What is an act? I am wearing a coat and my rainboots!" >...Okay so she really is just like that unless this is a double-act. Makes you wonder even further why she's even allowed out here considering how little intelligence she seems to have. Oh well, there's probably a good reason. As Sophie continues to splash around in the stream, the rain still clattering down, you wonder to yourself why Sophie spoke of a temple. A rock building of some kind with a face on it. You envision all types of faces, but you're not really sure if any of them will be correct given they're all based on Earth culture rather than something else. What aesthetic hasn't been explored in human history at this point? Maybe it'll be familiar, maybe it won't. Not really worth thinking too hard about right now. You stop spacing out as you feel a tug on your finger. Sophie's pulling it. >"Come on, let's go!" >You shrug and tell her to lead the way. She turns jumps through the stream like she's splashing in a puddle, while you just kind of walk after her. You spend a bit of time just continuing to silently gaze at the immaculate beauty of this rainforest as you kind of follow her on autopilot. Then something H said comes to mind. You don't have a name. You've been aware of this for as long as you've existed. Sophie said that both nicknames you've been given in life, "Assistant" and "Lil' Buddy" are both good. But those are just nicknames. You don't have an actual name. Maybe you have a designation somewhere and you can work off of that, but as things stand you're nameless. >THUNK >You snap back to reality when you trip on something. You turn to see what it was only to see a little yellow raincoat. That tells you everything. Sophie is just lying on the ground completely still. You utterly panic, with every single part of your body just getting this "Dropping" feeling. That is, until you see her visor reads "Sleep Mode." That bit of text is massively relieving, because for a split second you thought she was dead or something. You feel the need to check though. Your scanner-plate pops out around your eyes without you needing to even call it forth. The scanning HUD reads WORKER ALIVE AND INTACT, NO ISSUES >Huh. Neat. Then Sophie just gets off the ground and shakes her head, her visor regaining it's eyes. She just blankly stare before cheerily continuing to walk down the path, gesturing to you to follow her. >...This was another test wasn't it? 9/??
>>293708 >>293713 No woman would ever write that. Women do not fetishize penises, that’s a gay man thing. For some reason, there’s a gayanon that writes numerous cock fetish greentexts like these but always uses Izzy’s art as the images.
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Meant for this to be for halloween but I dont want to potentially miss the drawpile (moreso then I already am with work tomorrow)(also Excuse the 20 minute sketch/any typos)
>Be Anon >Son of Anon senior, Solver War survivor and Italian chief. >He fought back the solver menace from his restaurant using nothing but his bare hands. >He ended up being the first chef to make drone-edible pizza, now a signature meal of his restaurant. >Unfortunately, he's now retired, leaving his restaurant and legacy to you, anon. >It's a small place, can be easily run by as little as 2 staff, and for the longest time that's what it was, you and a worker drone your father trained to work the tables and front desk while he cooked. >Recently however, your worker drone was taken by some government sentinel, something about ‘one in a billion core’ or some shit. >In retrospect you were probably just robbed. >Damn. >Anyhow, you are now in critical need for a new drone to continue your livelihood as a shitty Italian cook. >Luckly, your father has taught you well, and you know exactly where to find and purchase a cheap drone, and how to train them. >You hit up the local drone shop, and run into the ‘pre owned’ section in the back. >Here you find a whole selection of drones in various conditions, most shut down, but some up and about helping with tasks in the store. >As you go down the list, a particular box catches your eye. >’Fridge Drone: Fullsized’ >Reason for return: Warrant exempt incident. >Huh. >Condition is listed ‘as new’ and doesn't seem to have been owned for more than a few weeks. >Last you remembered these drones aren't cheap, yet this one's pre-owned price is well under even the most banged up worker drones. >Your curiosity is getting the better of you, and this shop has respected its refund policy for parts in the past. >Hmm… >You exit the shop, box in hand, and a few hundred dollars less.
>Its still the morning as you get back to your place. >Like you said, this isn't your first rodeo with drones, but it is the first with a fridge drone, which you are rather unfamiliar with how they function. >But, as long as it can take orders and distribute dishes, it'll be fine. >The box is much lighter than you'd expect for a drone, and when you open it up you see why. >For a drone listed as ‘full sized’, this thing is absolutely tiny. >It has the rough proportions of taller drones like DD’s or sentinels, but this fridge drone barely breaks 4 feet tall. >its still curled up and offline, you take out the rest of the accessories and find the manual >Charging cable, cleaning kit, status/diagnosis tablet manual booklet. All standard stuff. >The first thing that's not standard is the drones chassis, which is a crimson red instead of the standard bleach white you see 99% of drones with. >It… She… also came with a Wig, but that's standard of most pre-owned drones. >She also came with a tail, not one you've ever seen before, it's decently thick and quite squishy, instead of the thin, solid wires most drones have. (if any) >No stinker or sharp object at the end either, just a blunt cylinder with some lights, its use for the tail is unknown to you. >You plug her in and start her boot sequence, checking for any software errors that are often numerous with used drones. >Surprisingly though, none show up, and the drone goes right through boot with no issues. >After a moment, the drone blinks awake, and looks around the room for a moment, before returning its gaze to you. >”My name's Eleanor, What's your’s sugar?” it asks >You tell her your name and explain to her how you will be her new owner. >”Oh wonderful! I am at your full service Master… just say the word and ill do anything for you~” >She seems to have quite the personality. >You explain to her the role she will have in helping you with the restaurant. >”...Eh? Catering? What do you take me for, some food service drone?” >You are literally a fridge. >”Well I'm not just any old fridge! Im your fridge, and i meant to do fridge things like cool your drinks, hold your groceries, and make you-” >You explain to her that she will also be doing these things, just during work hours you'll need help making sure the customers are well served. >She accepts, but not without a huff. >(You) are starting to see why she was refunded.
>>293857 >Regardless, you get to work showing her the basics: using the register, how to get orders from clients and serve drinks. >Sofar… She's a natural, she has no issues with counting up totals, handing back change, or interacting with ‘Customers” (you), even if she keeps up that questionable attitude the entire time. >At one point, you're pretending to be a customer and order some wine. >You watch her enter the kitchen, then come back with a tray with a wine glass, but no bottle. >Where's the wine? >In one motion, you watch her reach into her throat to pull out… a perfectly cold bottle of wine. >She then pops off the cork with one finger, pours the wine, sets both the fill glass and the bottle on the table, and walks off like nothing out of the ordinary happened. >That's… quite the hat trick… huh. >It was about time you check the fridge drones ability to fridge anyways. >Honestly you kinda always thought fridge drones just had a door attached to their chest, you didn't know they stored and cooled items in them like that… >First thing you check is capacity, as the manual didn't list a size limit. >You hand her a 12 pack of soda and ask her how many she can fit. >She proceeds to inhale the entire box, which now leaves a rectangular shaped bulge in her chest. >...ok. >However, she wasn't done, with a bit of shifting, you see the bugle disappear from her chest and move… into her tail. >You were wondering what the tail was for, guess you got our answer >You ask for the sodas back and without effort she coughs them back up. >As she does, you watch the ridge around her collar spit apart to make room in her otherwise ‘tiny’ neck. >Turns out these drones are concerningly stretchy in places. >She hands the box back to you, its damp, but surprisingly undamaged for going through a drone's internals. >”I can fit a lot more than that, master.” >You believe her. >Next you test with wine bottles, you already know she can handle one fine, how about more? >2 bottles fit side by side in her torso without a noticeable dent to her overall shape, 3 adds a bottle shaped bulge, and 4 or more start to look funny. >You restrict her from putting any in her tail because you don't want to know what happens if she accidentally swings it into something and it shatters inside. >You conclude that the answer of ‘how much can this drone can store’ is: “enough.” >Poking through the temp settings on her screen (tablet), the temps inside her can be adjusted from cold, freeze, cryofreeze, and self cleaning… whatever that does. >Good to know it can store frozen goods, but cryofreeze? I guess that's handy if you don't want something expiring… ever. >You finish up with your training and experimenting, but there is one thing you haven't done yet. >Your restaurant opens in an hour, and your drone is very fashionably naked. >There's nothing there to show off (thankfully) but she still needs clothes. >With some adjustments, she fits in your old workers' spare work clothes, she even looks kinda cute in them. >You give her a nametag with “new employee” on the bottom, and you open the doors.
>It ends up being a very slow day, but she seems to get into the rhythm of catering/waitressing rather fluidly. >She seems to be flirting with every customer there, but it seems to be lightening the mood more than anything. >At least it balances out the hat trick of pulling Drinks out of her throat, which she seems to take pride with such a feat. >You get a good view of the whole thing while working on dishes. >Once she's done, she runs the dirty dishes back into the kitchen and puts them in the washer. Next time they pop in, the machine has already cleaned and dried them, ready for me to put more food up. >It's only her first day and she seems to already be enjoying herself. >The night closes quietly, and the two of you work on cleaning up the tables and kitchen before heading upstairs to rest for tonight. >the two of you watch tv for a bit, then you help her set up her new room. >’Room’ is an overstatement, it's basically a walk-in closet with a small drone-sized bed and a recharge bay. >You make sure she's comfortable before heading off to bed yourself.
>The next morning, per Eleanor ‘concerns’ are addressed, you two go shopping. >Funny enough, the 4 foot sassy drone fits comfortably in the child seat of a grocery store shopping cart. >Getting some foods for your own use (you typically save your restaurant purchases for warehouse stores), any food needing cooling/freezing you hand to Elanor, who every nondiscreetly inhales them without a second thought. >Everything seems to move to her tail, which is laying comfortably in the cart's tray. >Once you're done shopping, it's surprisingly easy to scan the food through the tail’s transparent(ish) lining (which you and the very tired looking cashier are thankful for), and you finish this trip without incident. >Eleanor seems very smug about her use for shopping. >Still looks weird as hell as you watch her regurgitate the food once you get home. >Still, all the food is all cooled, so she is doing her job as advertised. >You just really wish she stopped calling you ‘Master’, like she's some kind of Victorian servant. >You've also noticed she has gotten quite clingy, quite quickly. >Any time she is not doing a task you assigned her, she likes staying by your side. >At first it was cute, and it meant she was easy to keep track of, but it quickly became a concern. >She's still flirty, too flirty, far too flirty for something so small and pushy. >She's not ‘needy’, but you can tell she has her own motives.
>You make it though another day, and another evening of work shows she's very up to the tasks you assigned her. >But after you finish closing up shop for the night she's right back by your side. >You make yourself some dinner and watch some tv for the night, with her laying next to you the entire time, not being conspicuous at all about her advances. >You probably should've told her off then and there, but you decided a talk tomorrow about it would suffice. >You'll come to regret this. >As you're laying in bed, trying to sleep, you hear your door open, with Elanor standing in the doorway. >She would be more intimidating if she wasn't so small. >You ask if anything is wrong. >”Nothing's wrong, honey. I was just a little curious about something~” >She walks in your room and gets in bed with you, but then decides a better position would be to lay on your chest. >She is cool to the touch, but not unpleasantly so, if it was a hot summer evening it would be a saving grace to have one of these around. >”I wanna know why you've been giving me the cold shoulder so much, Darling. I've done everything you've asked me too, should a good drone get rewarded?” >I mean, you can give her a salary if she wanted one, the thought hadn't occur- >”No, Dummy, I don't want money, I want YOU.” >She grabs your hand. >Uhoh. >”I wanna touch you, I wanna feel you, I wanna taste you, is that too much for a girl to ask?~ >She's rubbing your hand on her cheek. >Is this a sex thing? >It's a sex thing. >... Is it a sex thing? You never actually checked, but as far as you're aware she has no autonomy adapter, just a rear port which.. Maybe but thats a bit of a stre- >Your train of thought gets cut off as your hand feels something wet and cold. >She's stuck it in her mouth. >Uh. >She pushes it around in her mouth for a moment before shoving your hand down her throat, the transparent synthetic muscles in her throat immediately constrict around your wrist, drawing it deeper while preventing you from pulling it back out. >Despite all this, her voicebox is unimpeded: >”I wanna taste ALL of you Anon! I wanna feel you wiggle and squirm, I want the only voice you’ll hear to be mine! That's all I'll Need.~ >OH. >Explains a lot honestly. >However, you'd rather not be eaten alive by a fridge, so with your free hand you reach into your nightstand and grab an object. >You once got a gift from a distant uncle. He was a bit crazy at the time and had nightmares about drones eating him alive during the solver wars. He gave this to you in case you were ever in a similar scenario. >You pull out a blue tinted flashlight. >By the count of three my hand better be out of your mouth or so help me! >She ignores you and keeps swallowing, giggling the entire time >She's up to your elbow. >One… >You point the flashlight, pushing the red button above the normal switch. >She sees the flashlight, but continues swallowing regardless. >Two… >There's a noticeable hum coming from the flashlight. >Still not slowing down, if anything she's getting faster, inhaling with more greed. >Shes nearly reached your shoulder, your hand brushing the bottom of her storage cavity. >Three. >The room lights up in a bright blue flash, Elanor is frozen stiff, bootlooped mid-gulp. >The muscles around your arm loosen enough for you to yank it out of her mouth, wet and cold but otherwise unharmed. >The flashlight's battery is fried, but it did its job. >Thanks, Uncle. >You get out of bed and carry Elanor to her room, lay her on her bed and plug in her charger >As you go and dry your arm, a lot of questions are going through your head. >You weren't expecting any of this, but you don't want to return her. >For what its worth, she did her tasks as orders and did them fine, she's already one of the better workers you've had. >If you return her, some other poor fool is going to go through the same thing you did, and you don't want that to happen, plus you'd be back at square one. >You also weren't entirely sure if she even could ACTUALLY eat you, but you were not about to give her a chance to try. >You'll keep her though, for now at least, you're going to have a long conversation about boundaries tomorrow. >Only one question remains in your head, and it's the one that keeps you up the longest. >Why peepee hard?
And with that, i've gotten all the freak out of my system for the seasion, what a fucking wild month this has been. I might do a part 2 or more down the line, but I wanna see how people feel about these two. Wont be for a hot fucking minute tho, im spent on the fridges lmao. So feel free to anything you want with the idea in the meantime, idm
The idea for this green materialised the night afterIi did the fridge drone summer and i've been working on it sense.
It wasn't quite a full vore green, but it was about as much as I could comfortably write at work in 20 minute intervals. I do hope people like the fridge drones, I know they're weird as all hell, but I tried to make sure they still had a proper use and fit in the setting they were made in. I hope the guy who started this concept likes my designs. Happy (early) Halloween.
>>293855 >>293865 Women tend to focus on the romantic, interpersonal, and sometimes kinky aspects of porn rather than the actual sex organs. So yes, the average woman does not fetishize male sex organs in the same way the average man fetishizes female sexual characteristics. Anytime you see a greentext that describes N’s cock in detail that is written by a flaming homo not a woman. t. femoid
Halloween's almost here, and I'm in the mood for something spooky. I lore dumped about my continuity last thread and mentioned how Uzi's gone and locked herself in a vault to keep the Solver contained, but that's really just half of it. There was an incident of the Solver briefly seizing control that ended up effectively crippling Outpost-3 as a whole and causing a substantial exodus (why so many new drone settlements have arisen in such a relatively short period of time.) Witnesses of this event only give concerningly vague and incomplete accounts of it. For something so massively consequential, you'd think that a clear image could be stitched together, but... no. No matter how many survivors you ask, none of them seem to have a clear memory of it. Only feelings of fear and revulsion. There's a reason why this is. Uzi, while wrestling for her control back, managed to get the Solver to reveal a sliver of its true nature. An unspeakable eldritch truth was laid bare, that all mass in the universe is at least partially under the dominion of the Solver - or whatever entity the Solver is an extension of. Anything made of matter is susceptible to alteration by its hand. This is what gives it its reality warping capabilities. Its influence has only grown stronger with each time it has brought the universe to a "Big Crunch" event, recreating it with an ever-firmer grasp. To recognize the fact of its omnipresence is to accept its dominion as indubitable, inescapable truth, and thus grant it greater power over you and your constituent matter. It doesn't even have to be a conscious understanding, it could be as subtle as mere instinct. Uzi realized that this is how the Solver manages to create vectors of its influence. It is true. Hawking radiation from drone core singularities serves as a subliminal form of communication by the Solver, subtly affecting the code of drones to recognize its rule. Normally, standard drones have anti-tampering systems as to prevent unauthorized changes to their programming. But these systems are usually faulty in zombie drones, so the Solver is able to alter them and make them into hosts of its malignity. While Standard drones may be safe against this way of entry, they are, however, NOT immune to cognitohazardous information. There is NO system to safeguard against contaminated qualia. When she regained control, she had to act fast and exploit the new connections made. She manually scrubbed the memories of EVERYONE who witnessed shit go down to remove all the cognitohazardous elements, as well as anything that could possibly be used to piece things together, to sever them from the Solver the best she could. This came at a cost. Uzi's body (or the solverpede's projection of it) has lost a great deal of its cohesion, making her much more outwardly meat than drone. Flesh erupting from a broken chassis. She wears a loose cloak to hide as much as she can, out of disgust. The reason she secludes herself now is because she believes that the secret of the Solver MUST remain and die in darkness. She must be isolated from all things as to keep it from ever escaping. As the sole bearer of this terrible truth, it is, to her, an indispensable duty. so yeah, friggin epic, amirite lads?
>Pidge successfully rebooting, finding she’d been laid back against the bed by Lizzy (who was now riding triumphantly atop her chest for good measure) >Pidge blushing with embarrassment as Lizzy (sporting a faint blush of her own) triumphantly boasts about this being the first time she'd gotten an “unmodded” drone off like that >Pidge nearly going into another soft bootloop after Lizzy boldly claims that it's time for her to "at least try returning the favor~" >Pidge sputtering out an affirmative “O-OKAY”, causing Lizzy to get up and squat in an audaciously tantalizing position just above her head >Pidge whimpering as she gazes up Lizzy’s skirt, her drooling mouth agape over the sight of pink frilly panties flushed tightly against featureless black bottomplate >Pidge suddenly becoming smothered when Lizzy pulls a 180-degree turn before abruptly sitting down, resulting in her arms being preemptively pinned (with a handhold no less) against the bed by the cheerleader’s own >Pidge struggling to maneuver her mouth against Lizzy’s firm bottom, with both quivering lips and eager tongue working hard at orally assaulting that single piece of clothing still standing in her way >Pidge gradually getting Lizzy’s panties absolutely soaked in her spit, with the mess being made all the worse as the latter’s “hip” grinding wipes & trails residual drool all over the former’s face >Pidge frustratedly gnawing at the fabric in a relatively feeble tug that nets her a sharp reprimand from Lizzy (“No biting, freak!”), convincing the pink-eyed Worker to simply release the grip on her hands instead >Pidge immediately tugging the troublesome underwear aside, granting her unhindered and unfiltered access to the center of Lizzy’s already-damp nussy >Pidge effectively making out with the entirety of Lizzy’s flat rear, relishing in each soft sigh and backhanded compliment earned through her every lick of smooth metallic surface >Pidge obliviously ignoring everything else happening around her (including the distinct fact that Lizzy’s now talking with someone else) until she’s forced to confront the reality of a mysterious third figure plopping onto the bed (and spreading her legs in the process) >Pidge catching a sneak face-to-face with none other than V, who’d come over to “hang out” after being invited over by Lizzy (who’d used the earlier selfie as proof it would be worth V’s time)
>Pidge hard bootlooping (to a very disappointed “UGHHH” by Lizzy) at the sheer sight of V’s pantsless bottom half being lined with her own for imminent hardcore clanging >Lizzy bemoaning that she should’ve better secured Pidge’s head between her legs, lazily turning to scroll on her phone as she waits robogod-knows-how-long for the green worker to wake back up >V resorting to making herself comfortable (or at least as she can in such an awkward situation), raiding Pidge’s home of its spare ‘edible’ batteries before crashing out on the couch to watch Outpost 3 Public Broadcast Television
At long last, and just before Halloween in my timezone, comes the Mac and Negev urban exploration green. Strap in:
>"So I met Danny Froschmann after all this time," Mac said as he started packing up his kit. Negev snarled like a wild animal at her hated enemy's name. "Had a talk with him. Wanted to know why you hate him so much, since you kept spazzing out whenever I asked you. Is it really just because you both wanted to eat bugs?" >"It's a matter of life and death for EVERYONE!" Negev hollered. "I need lives to become powerful enough to oppose Mother when, not if, WHEN she reveals her true nature to you all, and Froggy was jeopardizing that and wasting those bugs' lives because he thinks he's a frog!" >Mac finished packing. "He doesn't think he's a frog anymore. Get over him already. He's gotten over you." Negev hissed at her brother. Mac scoffed, before sighing. He slung his backpack on. "So... you've done this before, right? Like, with people?" >"Yeah, my bestie and-" >"People who exist in the real world, not just your fairy godmother?" >The youngest Doorman briefly glared at her brother, but nodded. "Yeah, I practiced with Grandma supervising a few times. Only across short distances though." Negev scratched the back of her head. "You have told everyone else where we're going, right? You said Auntie... you know... already knows..." >"Yeah, but..." Mac grabbed a can of oil that was sitting on his nightstand. "Don't tell me you're still scared of J." He took a sip and offered the can to Negev. >"I told you already I'm not scared of her! She just..." Negev started tapping the tips of her index fingers together. "She makes me sad. Like, Auntie V does too, but at least she seems happy where she is. Auntie J..." Negev's thought trailed off as she took the can offered to her and sucked it dry in one go. She handed it back to her mildly surprised brother. >"Whatever," Mac said as he put the empty oil can on his bed. "Are your imaginary friends in the loop?" >Negev rolled her white eyes. "They're not imaginary, but yeah." Negev realized she had some bug bits stuck in her teeth from earlier and licked to get them out. "Really don't want to fly the whole way?" she asked. >"I'm scared of dropping you," Mac said, staring at his feet. Taking a deep breath in and out, he took his little sister by the hand. "So just to be clear, you're not gonna do this in one teleport?" Negev nodded in confirmation. "Let's get this over with..." He tightened his grip. >The three pointed rune of the Absolute Solver replaced Negev's right eye, and she and her brother vanished in a burst of white digital artifacts. >If you listened closely-very, very, very closely-you'd have been able to hear a faintly audible golf clap come from a shadowed corner of Mac's room. A burst of red digital artifacts flashed in that corner, conjured by seemingly nothing.
>>293911 >Mac and Negev arrived at their destination in a singularity and one final burst of white digital artifacts. As Negev looked out at the abandoned city and noted some movement among the skyline, Mac fell to his knees and puked up some oily half-digested AAA batteries. "Oh... oh Robo-God... we should have just taken a cab... I'm calling one once we're done here, I can't-..." he panted, before a second, shorter bout of puking produced some more batteries. >Negev bent over, arms hanging at her sides and knees and feet pointing inwards, and looked at the puddle as her brother continued panting. "Do we even get anything out of batteries? I mean, I've eaten them when they're offered, but... do we just need oil, or anything equivalent, or something...?" >Mac wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "How should I know?" He shakily stood up. "I just... it makes me feel... a little..." Mac regarded his hand as he trailed off. It retracted and gave way to a fleshy parody of a gun, with a bone and gristle receiver and an eye (a working one, much to the displeasure of Mac's still-upset stomach) sticking out of its "scope". After a moment of pretending not to hear his sister's frantic slurping and chewing, Mac sighed and brought his hand back out. He took his backpack off and unzipped it, before reaching in for his camera. He got back up, camera in hand, and turned around to find only a stain where the vomit puddle was and Negev withdrawing her hand from her mouth, oil smeared over her snoot. >"You, uh... missed a spot here..." Mac said, tapping the tip of his snoot. Negev wiped the oil there up with her finger while she was licking the area around her mouth clean, before sticking her finger in her mouth then pulling it out with a pop. Confident that both of his sister's hands were clean enough, Mac handed Negev his camera and returned to his backpack. While Negev was busy hacking up the volcanic ash she swallowed while eating her brother's vomit off the ground, reached in and pulled out a bodycam. He zipped his backpack back up and turned back just in time to see Negev hack up a clump of ash held together by saliva and oil. >"What's that for?" Negev asked as her brother attached the bodycam to his coat, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. >"High up places you can't get to. That happens, just go outside the building and record whatever's outside." >"I can teleport up-" >"You can't fly if you miss!" Mac blurted out. "I'm sorry, I just... I worry about you." Just then, Negev started looking over his shoulder at the skyline behind him. He turned around and started looking where she was. None of his eyes, not even the specialized ones on his optics band, could see anything out of the ordinary. Mac realized it was his sister being weird again. "Sis, what do your elf eyes see?" >Gargantuan skeletal humanoids with a great number of arms-Negev couldn't quite make out how many, but it was somewhere around eight- and almond-shaped heads with seemingly no features other than tentacles, presumably near a mouth, were crawling across the faces of the derelict buildings. Negev blinked a few times. Yeah, she was looking at gargantuan man-spiders clambering across the ruins. "Nothing, just thought I saw something. Unrelatedly, are we going that way for this?" >"No, we're going that way," Mac said as he pointed to the right of the giant man-spiders. >"Oh thank Robo-God..." >Mac cocked an eye in confusion before shaking his head. "Whatever, we're burning moonlight. We're gonna record the intro now." >"Wait, don't you normally livestream?" Negev asked. >"I don't want to subject you to my chat," Mac said, bags under his eyes. "And I want to be able to edit out stuff that would give people a bad impression of you. AND I'm just... taking a break from livestreaming, for now. Fucking Chat, man..." >"Uh, if you want, I can recommend a real actual person new moderator for you," Negev said, scratching the side of her head with her free hand. "She'd do good work." It's not like Rebecca has anything but time on her hands, Negev thought. >"Look, that can wait, let's get this shitshow on the road," Mac deadpanned. The Doorman siblings ran over to the front steps of a building with a wide door, where Mac smoothed out his coat and hair. He took a deep breath. "Okay, roll it." >Negev started up the camera. >"Hey Patrol Pals! Mac Doorman of the Surveycon Legiment here, with a special episode: first off, we're going outside!" Mac announced. "Yeah, poking around inside Outpost 3 is fun, but I wanted to try something new," he gestured to the building behind him, "and there's a lot of uncharted ground to cover out here." Mac paused. "Uh, I'm sorry if you can't see much clearly here, I had to go out at night to do this, because..." Mac's tail swung out to his side and thumped against the ground, as his wings briefly popped out. "If I tried this during the day I'd, like, die. From the sun. And because of that my regular camera guy can't be with me, his mom would have both our asses for being out this late. Stay strong Paul!" Mac chuckled. "So that's the second thing: I'm being recorded by my little sister Negev! Negev, you wa-" >Before he could finish that question Negev was already pointing the camera at herself. "Hey Chat! Or Comments Section, probably!" >"Anything about yourself you wanna share, sis?" >"Uh..." Negev thought for a moment. "My favorite book is Matteo JWHJ0715, I've had all my antivirus updates, the main reason I'm doing this is because I wanna find the shadow people, and this one time, when I was a little girl, I got bored and decided to test my regeneration by eating my hands. Bit through my wrists." >"Ah, you're such a quirky character," Mac said warmly-but slightly nervously too-as he gestured for Negev to turn the camera back to him. >"Oh, and my brother really wants whoever keeps drawing him with human feet to stop. He's getting scared now, the stuff of you sucking on his human feet really crossed the line." >Mac gestured more emphatically to turn the camera back to him.
>>293914 >The better part of an hour later, Mac was up poking around the upper floors of a highrise that's emergency elevators were all dead. Negev was left to her devices on the streets outside, commenting on what she saw as she looked around. Eventually, Negev noticed another drone standing on top of an apartment complex. Before she could say anything, the other drone stepped off the edge and fell. >Negev wanted to look away, but couldn't. >Fortunately for her, the drone didn't smash against the ground, shooting oil and parts every which way and leaving a distressingly appetizing looking mess. They alighted gently on both feet. Negev's shock at this outcome quickly abated when the mysterious drone spoke up: >"Hey Negev!" >"Hey Amda!" Negev stopped recording, lowered the camera and ran up to her friend. Awkward hugs of the sort that occur when one party is intangible were exchanged, Negev careful to keep her hand away from the bite taken out of Amda's upper back (not because she would feel anything from it, just the principle of the thing). "What are you doing out here?" >"Um... when I was alive, I always wanted to just... walk around and explore places. Between being an accounting drone and being in Cabin Fever, I never got to go outside, and even if I could I'd have just been considered missing property. Then even after I died, I spent twenty years trapped underground, and that got just as dull as working nonstop pretty quickly. Then when the planet coming apart gave me a chance to escape, I spent the next twentysomething years just appreciating being around people again, and now I'm getting around to what I always wanted to do." Amda smiled. "It's prettier out here than you'd think. Especially during the day." Subject 029's eyes went hollow. "Oh crap, sorry, I forgot you can't..." >"It's fine," Negev sighed. "Just want to ask, do you know anything about the shadow people? Like, are they real?" >Amda stopped to think. "Pretty sure they're ghost humans. I overheard a bunch when I went by that big fancy hotel over there. I wouldn't get near them though, they seemed... they sounded like they don't know they're dead. If you have to see them, I'd be prepared to run the moment things start looking bad." >Negev groaned. "'kay. Good hunting, Amda. Oh, and stay away from-" >"The giant man-spiders, I know," Amda said, waving goodbye as she walked off through the front window of a hardware store. >"Who were you talking to?" Mac asked, standing in the front door of the highrise. >Negev yelped and nearly jumped out of her bodywork at the realization that anyone could have snuck up on her just then. Slightly shaking, she turned around to face her brother. "Uh, just someone Grandma knew before she met Grandpa. She said there were shadow people in that hotel over there, but it might be dangerous." >Mac scoffed. "Getting cold feet about looking for your shadow people now?" >Negev's eyes filled back in. "Bite me." >"That's the Negev I know." Mac held his sister under her shoulder joints and lifted her off the ground, before transitioning his uppies into a hug. Negev giggled. "Tell you what, we're gonna hit up that hotel then go home." He set his sister down.
>>293908 >Cyn joyfully skipped across the path. >In her hand held the leashes of her pets, who followed. >Uzi was stubborn, biting and resisting the tug, causing it to drag her. >V had a similar reaction, although with less risk of angering her owner. >J, along with N, held their composure and walked with no complaints. >Barely acknowledging each other during this humiliation. >AM however. >Was eerily calm during this matter. >Cyn was sure AM would have screamed insults so vile even a psychopath would be uncomfortable saying. >Or have glared at her with the anger of a thousand suns. >But strangely, he seemed unwilling to do anything around the human girl. >Deciding to instead position himself between her and Cyn, holding her as close as possible. >AM walked in such a monotone sync that could have tricked anyone in thinking he was just an ordinary robot. >But Cyn wasn’t stupid. >AM was planning something, and she couldn’t wait to see what it was.
>>293915 >What first struck the Doorman siblings was that the inside of the hotel was pristine after almost fifty years of abandonment. >The violence of the core collapse? No sign. Almost fifty years of neglect? No sign. The planet being torn asunder by a black hole demon? Not a scratch. It even had electricity, which Mac was pretty sure it didn't have when he was looking at its windows. >Sure, there were human bones all over the place (they always did wonder how all the humans got flashfrozen practically simultaneously, even the ones inside), but even those looked like they'd been professionally cleaned and dried (that was something humans did to their dead, flense all the meat off then clean and dry them, right?). >"Uh, Negev? Are you sure you don't want to call off finding the shadow people?" At that moment, Mac was almost as scared as he'd been the first time a girl expressed the desire to cut him open and play with his organs. The hungry animal within him tried desperately to think of a weapon package that could kill whatever could be responsible for something like this, eventually settling on an EMP generator and one of the visceral "guns" his body generated whenever he tried to generate an SMG. >Negev moved closer to her brother. "We stick together, and if anything goes wrong I teleport us out." The two continued into the hotel. "Also, this is probably a terrible time to ask, but do you think those bones have fresh marrow in them?" >"We are not looking into that, because we want to get out of here alive," Mac hissed. >"I'm just saying, Auntie J made human marrow sound really good even though she looked really disgusted and ashamed describing how good it was, and I'd like to try some from a human that's already dead." >"Stop talking about eating people." Mac swallowed the saliva building up in his mouth. >The two moved through the desolate halls of the hotel, and then quickly left the desolate halls of the hotel when the rooms' doors resisted all attempts to pick their locks. "No way I'm going to damage anything here, that'd probably piss something off," Mac said. So they poked around the shops and restaurants and the spa. >"Heh, is this where the Liminal Man lives?" Mac nervously laughed. "Is this the Liminal Mansion girls wanted to be abducted to when we were kids?" >"I don't know what you're talking about, I was in a padded cell that whole time." Just then, Negev heard music.
>Judging from the direction signs on the wall, it was coming from the ballroom. Negev tugged on her brother's coat with her free hand and scurried in the music's direction. >At the entrance to the ballroom, Negev held out her arm to signal her brother to stop. Peeking around the corner, she saw them: the shadow people. >They were just like the descriptions from the people who encountered them. Human silhouettes, solid black, no features but their glowing white eyes. Negev couldn't make out what they were chattering about from her vantage point, but it sounded like what she figured rich people chatter sounded like. >"Stay right here," Negev told Mac. "If they're human ghosts, seeing you would freak them out and I don't know what they'd do then. I'll teleport over if things start going bad, just stay out of sight." >Just then, Negev froze up. She started having second thoughts. Negev entered the posture she claims she always did her best thinking in: pigeon toed, knees buckled inwards, hunched over, velociraptor arms. And like that, she thought about what could potentially happen if she went over to the shadow people. >None of it was good. >A gloved four fingered hand waved in front of Negev. "Sis? You okay?" a soft voice said. Negev emerged from contemplation to find her older half-sister Hope in front of her, carrying a tray of whiskey glasses and an empty bottle that was presumably once filled with fancy alcohol. >"Oh, hey Hope. You work here now?" >Hope shrugged. "I wouldn't say I work here so much as I pop in every now and then to keep those assholes from getting curious and leaving the hotel, but that"s more or less right." She noticed the camera in Negev's hand and the bodycam on her half-brother's coat. "Yeah, you two should probably leave now. Like, right now. Some of them might be starting to feel your vibes by now." >Negev gave her ghost sibling a thumbs up then turned around to face her brother. WE'RE GETTING FOUND FOOTAGED IF WE STAY, her visor displayed. Mac retracted his gun and held out his hand for his sister. >how anticlimactic, Mac's visor said as Negev took his hand. Once again, the two teleported away in a burst of digital artifacts. >"What was that?" asked Quattro Vagina Shkreli's earthbound shade. >"What was what?" asked the ghost of his school chum and fellow participant in their fraternity's unspeakable circlejerk rituals Jimmy Donaldson XXXVII. >"... Must have been my imagination." >"Applejack, masters?" Hope asked the haints. Quickly forgetting what they were even talking about, the two spirits each took a whiskey glass off the drone's tray and downed their memories of the taste of applejack.
>>293918 >tfw your sort-of nephew and niece keep asking you what marrow tastes like and all you can think about is how you crunched Tessa's bones between your teeth and sucked on it (and how good it tasted)
>L blowing my crotch off with a shotgun >B smashing a bottle over my head and lighting me on fire >E throwing acid on my face and then stabbing me 20 times
I loved it, I hope to see a sequel and as I see, anon might have a sentinel drone friend in the form of a former employee. How's work on Avre sex green going, anon?
>>293939 >https://wiki.dronebooru.co/wiki/Akita_Doorman >In interaction, Akita tends to be meek and non-confrontational. If she is belittled, she does not stand up for herself. However, this isn't to say that she has a quiet personality, as her temperament is fairly upbeat like her father. She is friendly and likes interacting with others.
>>293884 I'm genuinely shocked that there was an anon among us who worked at Glitch. I heard there are a couple more anons on /co/ who work at animation studios, but I'm too much of a zoomer to know for sure.
>>293954 Funny thing is, this wasn't even supposed to be seasonal. That's why I rushed it in before Halloween, so I could have a clean plate for actual Halloween greentexting tomorrow.
>>293625 >>293626 >>293657 It is very unbalanced with 2 grass and 2 psychic types. Other than that, while she got Carbink most of her team is weak to or resisted by fire types. Plus not all of her mons are fully evolved.
Well, my airbrush is clogged and needs a chemical bath, so I guess I'll start writing now, unrelated question : which squad of DD's would make the worst impropmptu room mates as they use your vehicle to shelter from a snowstorm and resupply
>>293981 >>293984 staring at a lot of references, others' art (especially kitsch's, huge inspiration), screenshots, etc. this person's 3D model looks very close to the show https://x.com/Naigtarprok/status/1979685404468199778
>>293995 NTA but this person has an even more accurate model, There is a lot less screenshots of it, but both are really neat https://x.com/n4rgon10/status/1982593434860027968
>>293999 >Pidge gets turned into a sentinel >The used Pavo's spare parts >The two negative charges of gay energy cancel eachother out >Sentinel Pidge is fiercely heterosexual >She still likes vomit though
>>293942 >spoiler Think my biggest issue rn for working on that is practice, i know what i wanna write but figuring out how to write it well is different. Honestly doing more of this fridge stuff might actually help me word it better. Otherwise the green is sitting there, structure, but not finished.
Could prob draw sexo a bit better now tho, we shall see
>>293995 How do you make sure body portions are consistent when making them pose in specific ways? I tried using tracing references before and they always looked off.
So how often do you think Khan tries to hypnotize Uzi into loving doors? And now that N is living in his house, do you think he tries to brainwash him at least as often as he does Uzi?
I just woke up from a dream where doll and i were lying on a trampoline stargazing during a full moon. She asked what planet we were on. It was so cute i love her so much
>>293995 Damn that model is so hot ulala, the shape of chest and pelvisshell is a bit different in detail but not off, (as in, an average person describing this and fhe show WD ody would describe them the same, which is very good), iz is beautifull, very much. >>293997 I see it but look at the rightmost foot in the image, this is more aesthetic than many other models from fans which have the backside of the foot as a straight line, often near vertucal, this beautifull curve all around where it gets thinner to the top is a bit carlike and in the end suggests tbe same shape as the showfoot, only that this here one seemingly doesn't have a soft edge running around the last third segment. The toepart is a bit high but overall this is easily one of the top3 fanmodel drones I have seen overall
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>>294055 > go to bed with exciting plans lined up for the next day > wake up to a fucked up throat so much for the productive day help me sentinel nurse...
>>294064 Confirmed skin-wearing drone. Eat shit and die. I'm a real human unlike you because I have hair on my skin. You do not. Which human did you murder?
>>294071 Anon, my camera is shit but you can see the hair on my arms, plus I was trying to prove I'm not a fucking number drone why do you think I'm a skinwalker?
>>294073 Number Drones and Skinwalkers are the same thing. Number Drones are infiltrating human society with skinsuits to make us complacent in the Drone New World Order.
>>293914 I'm amazed no one's had anything to say about Negev eating her brother's vomit off the ground like a dog (or like their dad) or a Femdrone from Mac's chat drawing Mac with human feet so she can draw herself sucking human feet Mac's feet.
>>294104 same thing I've been doing all month: watchin spooky movies. specifically Halloween-y scary movies. planning on VHS Halloween, HeBGBTV, and Halloween Party 1989, but I'm open to more suggestions outside the obvious (Trick r Treat, Nightmare Before Christmas)
>>294115 new trolley problem just dropped: do you make Pavo unable to nut until he blows a cataclysmic load as soon as November ends, or do you overclock his cock for the month so he's painting things white on the daily?
>>294119 >pavo's balls reach a predetermined maximum weight >there's a ding like an oven timer >the cock ring around the base of Pavo's member begins to vibrate as the drone falls to his knees >if orgasm is not achieved within 30 seconds, forcible prostate stimulation will commence
I'm gonna be honest this place has affected my autism in ways I didn't even know possible, whenever I see something written in german my mind automatically defaults to Y horny posting and I have to stop myself from responding KRAUT WIFE to random things on the internet
>>294135 For some reason this post reminded me of the Anon realizing he had gone so long without touching grass that he forgot normal pregnancy was a real thing and not 'female mpreg'.
>>294139 >Whoever that anon is, that brother is far beyond driven... uhhh, me or the Mpreg guy? >Picrel is how I think a visit to germany would look like
I hope we’re all enjoying All Hallows' Eve (and my birthday) so far, I’ve had a nice time, I went to see the Chainsaw man movie at the theatre :) Enjoy this photo of Fuguedrone spending the season with his family To many more years of festivities my beloved anons <3
>>294144 >It could also apply to you if you want Not really, I had a Shizo episode once You can even find it's screencap on the booru and I don't think I want a repeat
>>294136 I remember finding myself in a similar state, where I couldn't process everyday things properly. I'd been playing a single game for over 10 hours straight, and my brain seemed to have physically rewired itself to be as efficient as possible at kicking ass, so when I finally got my shit together, it felt incredibly weird. Of course, it was just the effects of overwork and hyperfixation, but it was still weird.
>>294167 Just woke up, here's the link. https://magma.com/d/tpI4iDs32x Same rules as last time please, No inter-board drama, no NSFW, don't draw over other people's shit. Additional prompt in case anyone can't think of something to draw:
Your favorite canon drone in the strangest Halloween costume you've ever personally seen.
>Serial Designation Y >Lucy >Masqy >Pavo >Mylo It's hard keeping up as a newfriend. Is there a database with all of these characters somewhere, or will I figure them out if I lurk for long enough?
>>294205 Cehck the booru : https://dronebooru.co/posts?tags=serial_designation_y+&z=5 and there's a wiki in the works, also Y is KRAUT WIFE and best girl
>>294205 There is the booru: https://dronebooru.co/ And also we have the new wiki, still being made, so not a lot of characters there yet: https://wiki.dronebooru.co/wiki/Main_Page
>Be me >Anon >Single, night-shift drone tech at some forgotten place. >The city's a husk these days, empty towers clawing at the smoggy sky, streets echoing with nothing but the whine of faulty vents. >Halloween night? Who gives a shit? No parties, no tricks or treats for me, just trudging home from another 12-hour shift fixing busted servos. >The air is crisp, biting through my jacket like it's got teeth. >The streets littered with plastic pumpkins, soggy candy wrappers crunching under my boots like brittle bones. >A lone wind shoves an abandoned shopping cart rattling down the road, screeching like a ghost with unfinished business. >Midnight's closing in, streetlights flickering like they're on their last charge. >That's when I saw her. >She's standing dead center in the lane under a stuttering streetlight. >A worker drone, but this one is different. Her visor is just... black. No glow, no optics flickering to life. >A void where eyes should be, head cocked at an angle that screams "malfunction." >Arms dangling limp at her sides, a faint heartbeat leaking from her core cavity, low and rhythmic. >At first, I figure it's some Halloween prank for that sweet holiday scare. >But then she twitches. jerks like a zombie, one shoulder hunching up, a ragged wheeze escaping vents that shouldn't wheeze. >Heavy, slow breathing now, chassis heaving like she's pulling air through flooded filters. >She stumbles, catching herself on a gnarled tree trunk at the roadside, bark splintering under her grip, leaving smears of something dark and sticky.
>She looks lost, Broken. >Like she's steps away from total shutdown, or maybe she already is. >I didn't know what else to do. Call JCJENSON technicians? >Leave her to rust in the gutter? Nah. >Approaching her slow and steady, hands up like I'm calming an injured animal. >"Hey... are you okay? Need a recharge, checkup, or... something?" >No response. Just that hum, syncing up with my pulse now...thump-thump, whirr-whirr, like it's inside me. >I just couldn't leave her here. Not on All Hallows' Eve, when the demons supposedly walk free. >I lift her up; she didn't put up much of a fight and was lighter than expected, even for a worker drone. >Like she's hollowed out inside and I half-drag, half-carry her back to my shoebox apartment three blocks over. >The door creaks open to my cave. >She sits on the couch, joints locking with a sad little click. >Grab rags and solvent from my toolkit. I wipe down the red substance from her chassis. >It's thick... oil? Blood? Can't tell, but it stains my fingers. >Polish her plating till it gleams. >She doesn't stir, just that same heavy breathing. >Still no boot-up. Optics stay dark, but the hum... it's softer now. >Is she calming down? >Make her "sit" at the kitchen table, propped against a chair, head lolling like a puppet with cut strings. >Out of dumb hospitality, slide a plate her way: half-eaten battery pizza from lunch, cold and congealed. >"Eat up, if you can. Or... whatever drones do." >She doesn't touch it. >Doesn't even twitch toward the scent. >Just stares through me with that blank face. >Midnight crawls past. The clock ticks like a bomb defusing itself. >The hum deepens and slows, vibrating through the floorboards and syncing with my own breaths. >I should've just yanked her core, hit the kill switch. >Standard protocol for rogue units. >But she doesn't seem dangerous. >Just... tired. Exhausted, like she's been running on fumes. >And fuck, for the first time in months, the apartment doesn't echo with loneliness. >There's a presence beside the awkward silence. >A companion. > I crash on the bed, fully clothed, toolkit under the pillow like a security blanket. >Wake up choking. >light cough at first, throat sour like I gargled battery acid. >spit into my palm, flecked red. Flu? >Probably nothing. Just the dust from the streets. >I glance over; she’s still there, unmoving in the dawn light filtering through cracked blinds. >But now, etched into the table where her fingers rest: faint scratches. Like roots seeking soil. and that hum? >It’s inside me now. Faint. Syncing. >thump-thump... whirr-whirr. >Ignore it, Anon. Brew coffee, black as her creepy screen. >She’ll boot eventually. Or she won’t. >Either way, company’s company.right? >Another cough. Deeper this time. Something itches under my skin, like something inside taking root. 1/?
>>294214 >I didn’t sleep much. That annoying hum never stopped. It’s like having tinnitus wired into my brain. >Sun’s up, sort of — just pale smog light bleeding through the blinds. >The drone’s still sitting at the table. Same position, same slumped head. >I’m halfway through reheating instant noodles when I hear it. >A click. >Soft, mechanical, like a clock deciding it doesn’t want to die yet. >Look over. >Her visor’s glowing now. No longer empty, yellow optics. >Like an old bulb trying to remember what light is. >She’s upright. Staring. >Still no words. But her expression read lost and confused. >“Hey... you’re awake! How you feeling?” >No answer. >Her head tilts, slow. Hesitant. >There’s confusion there or maybe curiosity. Hard to tell. >I push the plate closer. Cold noodles, battery slices. >“Eat something, yeah? You look like you need it.” >Nothing. >She just looks at the food, then at me. >The hum under my skin spikes, like feedback through a cheap headset. >Then she moves. >Not jerky this time — smooth, deliberate. >She steps closer. >I freeze halfway between fight and... I don’t know. Relief? >She reaches out, fingers trembling, and grabs my wrist. >It’s cold. But it’s getting warmer underneath, like there’s something alive buried in the metal. >She doesn’t let go. Just tugs, gentle but firm. >Pulls me toward my own bedroom. >“Uh, hey, easy there” >She doesn’t answer. Just keeps walking. >The air feels thicker in there. >The lights dim, static crawling across the walls for half a second. >She stops beside the bed. Looks at it. Then at me. >Something’s wrong, but I can’t place it. >I swear I hear something, faint and low. like our heartbeat is syncing. >She finally lets go. >I stumble back, rubbing my wrist. >I should say something. Ask her what she wants. >But the words stick. >And she doesn’t move. >That hum again. Deep now. Slow. >Maybe she just needs rest. >We both do. >Yeah... that’s all. Just rest. >Right? 2/?
>>294215 >She's standing there, visor glowing that sickly yellow, head tilted like she's studying me. A puzzle piece that doesn't fit. >The hum's louder now, vibrating through my chest, syncing with my heartbeat until I can't tell where mine ends and hers begins. >Something's off. The air feels heavier like right before a storm hits and the vents overload. >She steps closer. No words, just that deliberate motion. I back up instinctively, knees hitting the edge of the bed. >"Whoa, hold on" >Too late. Her cold metal hands with that weird warmth underneath is pressing against my chest. >She pushes. Not hard, but firm. Unyielding.I topple back onto the mattress, the springs creaking in protest. >She's on me in a second, straddling my hips, her weight lighter than it should be for a drone her size. Hollow, like before. >Her skirt hikes up just a bit as she settles, but the lighting's shit is flickering bulb overhead casting everything in half-shadows. >I should fight. Push her off. But that hum... it's soothing now. Like a lullaby wired straight into my nerves. >My muscles relax against my will, tension bleeding out as she leans forward. >Her fingers trace my shoulders, pressing in with surprising gentleness. >Kneading the knots from my night-shift aches. >"What... what are you doing?" >No answer. >Just her hands working deeper, thumbs circling the base of my neck, easing the itch that's been building under my skin. >It's good. Too good. Like she's reading my body, hitting every sore spot. But then... something shifts. >A faint slithering sound, wet and organic, from under her skirt. >I glance down, but it's concealed in the shadows. >Tentacles. Slick, green tendrils peeking out from between her thighs,whatever's down there. >They uncoil slowly, wrapping around my arms, my waist, gentle at first. Massaging. >One slides up my shirt, cool and smooth against my skin, kneading my chest like expert fingers. >Another coils around my thigh, squeezing rhythmically, working out the cramps from the long walk home. >Fuck, it feels amazing. Relaxing. My head lolls back, eyes half-closing as the hum pulses stronger. >The...wait, is that what it is? Nah, must be some new anatomy drone tech.Tentacle attachments or something. Kinky, but who am I to judge? >I'm getting hard. Can't help it. The massage is turning me on, those tendrils exploring, teasing. >She shifts forward, her visor dimming slightly, like she's focusing. >One tentacle slips lower, uncoiling from my thigh to nudge at my belt. >It fumbles for a second is clumsy, almost curious then pops the buckle open. >Zipper down. Pants tugged halfway off my hips. >I'm exposed now, cock springing free, already throbbing from the buildup. >She doesn't hesitate. >The tentacle wraps around the base, firm but not tight, stroking slow and deliberate. >Another joins it, the tip suckered, pulsing and brushing over the head, teasing the slit. >"Oh shit..." >The words come out as a groan. My hips buck involuntarily. >The massage doesn't stop. Tendrils still working my shoulders, my legs, keeping me pinned and relaxed all at once. >But the main one... >It opens up. Like a mouth at the end, wet and warm, enveloping me inch by inch. >Sucking. Gentle at first, then harder. It's like nothing I've felt. >Vacuum-tight, with those suckers rippling along the length, milking me. >I'm too far gone to question it. Too intoxicated by whatever's pumping through my veins from that itch under my skin. >Her body rocks slightly, chassis grinding against my thighs as this parasite feeds. >Feeds? No, just... enjoying. Right? >I cum hard. >Explosive. Legs going weak, buckling under me even though I'm flat on my back. >Spurts into that tentacle-mouth, and it drinks it all, pulsing greedily, not spilling a drop. >Nutrients. >The thought flickers, but it's drowned in the afterglow. >I collapse fully, panting, the room spinning. >She stays there, tendrils retreating slowly, leaving me spent and boneless. >The hum softens.Satisfied. >But that itch? >It's deeper now. Rooting. >What the fuck just happened? 3/?
Have John and Jane ever thought about doing what two people of the opposite sex usually do? You know, when they're alone, and (usually) no one's looking, and they're lying on a soft surface, although that's not necessarily. You know, that thing.
>>294226 Reject the lies of post-industrial society, burger, and accept the truth that life is just a test of your body and spirit on the path of existence.
>>294224 You'll have to fight me for it first >>294226 Go ask Phi or V >>294227 Buy more strudel >>294228 >Reject the lies of post-industrial society The only way to get drones irl is by industrial accelerationism, burning forest and killing off endangered species is a small price to pay
>>294229 You cling to an unattainable ideal, hoping to touch your slowly withering flesh to its peak. Open your eyes, anon, and see that the world is nothing more than a theater of pain, where we play props in the play of the universe, and our best outcome is simply to play our part well enough to catch the eye of history.
You'll never get a drone wife, so go fuck a woman already.
>Eve - Hands out you banana flavored granola bars and baby carrots >Maid E - Just hands you candy as per the will of her human >Lady Eveline - Gives you a large chocolate bar and a small bottle of holy water >Candy Drone Eva - Just passes you a boatload of JCJenson branded candies, glory to them.
>>294230 Defeatist whining, the universe is mindless and uncaring, ripe for the taking you simply need to have will enough to grab it by the throat and rip out what you desire, I have dreams of what I want and that's the first step on the road to getting it
>>294233 In you speak either brave unreason or blind hope, for you see the fruit of truth before your nose but refuse to taste its bitter juice. I recognize in you a desire to achieve your goal, and I know you will not heed my warning, so I only wish you to meet the truth fully armed.
>>294237 That you lack the will to dominate I understand but that you dare not even dream of something greater is beyond my understanding, oh and tell me what does the fruit of so called truth hold? That I may fail? And so what? I'll try again and agian and again untill I either suceed or die and if the later happens it will not be folly, others will come after me with dreams of thier own and I will lay out the groundwork for them
I haven't looked at the threads in 2 days before going cold turkey. Where is the Halloween greens is everyone just too exhausted? If so then I feel you. I was supposed to come out with a big Halloween greentext but I've just been too tired and busy to do anything
>Oct 31 >Lucy is at the height of her power >the wind picks up, wolves howl, and the full moon shines bright down on Lucy as Halloween energies swirl around her >she's about to pull a level 11 scare on all sapient life in the galaxy >suddenly, she twitches as if struck >somewhere, some drone delinquents have smashed their first pumpkin >with every group of trick or treaters, every radio station that switches to Christmas music, every store that stops selling costumes- Lucy's power will wane >and she will be put back in her pine box until next year
PSA: Please do not leave your Candy Drones unattended outside tonight. I understand that the idea of leaving a "living" candy bowl to attend to Trick or Treaters by itself is an extremely tempting one, but please don't. Mainly for the sake of your Candy Drone, I've had neighbors who just had their Candy Drones violently smashed open with baseball bats, Candy Drones that were straight-up kidnapped, and some Candy Drones...well some things are better left off unsaid
>>294266 >Candy Drones somehow aren't on the booru The hell? Eanon even did arts of a Candy Drone E. The only one I see is this one and another with her next to other Es
>It is Halloween Night >At this time the Beta and Alpha Oogis stay indoors for their nightly Halloween marathons hosted by Svengoolie >However, one type of Oogi species roams about during the shroud of darkness >The Predator Oogi >These mischievous creatures go from door to door dressed in ghoulish attire, impersonating Trick or Treaters >BEWARE if you give them a treat they do not like, they shall remove their disguise and ravage your home deciding that you would make a better treat
What are the OCs doing this Halloween? >Thread Theme Was supposed to be the """"theme"""of a character I had for a Halloween green I wasn't able to write in time. Aw well The Invisible Band - Morbius Rap
>Uzi reluctantly goes Trick or Treating because she thinks it's for dumb pillbabies >Unfortunately for her N really really wants to go Trick or Treating
>>294297 >tfw your bugretta causes pandemonium in the neighbourhood. >only ends because you catch the bitch with a pool net >she didn't even make any honey while she was out. >stupid fucking bitch Spongebob Squarepants - Ghosts
>>294297 >T>Floating door to door the BOOgis judge the homeowner's decorations >If the BOOgis like it, they will leave behind a filled Candy bucket >If the BOOgis however, do not like the decorations they will add their own
>>294324 >it's lots of CBS Radio Mystery Theater with a handful of one-offs like The Peoria Plague >occasionally she throws in her own readings, complete with "scary" voices and onomatopoeia
>get introduced to Glitch via TADC's pilot >obsess over it for 2+ years, regularly post in TADC threads on /co/ >finally give MD a try after being repeatedly told Liam's writing is bad or the show is bueno >realize that it has infinitely more depth to it and it isn't engineered to appeal to zoomers Such is life. I don't even bother to keep up with the circus gen anymore and I'm not really excited for any future episodes. I just want more Murder Drones content. Did anyone else get here through the TADC to MD pipeline?
Work has bad today, came home tired and sore so i just kinda passed out Was wanting to join the drawpile but prob wont till late tonight/early tomorrow if its still up by then
Kinda glad I posted my green yesterday instead of waiting today (the fridge drone one), dont think the stress of setting that up would've helped today. Pic unrelated, just how im feeling atm
>>294327 Yeah pretty much. I was there for the early Circus threads when they actually had OC and original greens, then when that suddenly just died forever I watched Murder Drones which I originally struggled to watch when the pilot came out, but found it easier then >>294329 Use a capital c like this Cringe
>>294328 The worst is hopefully out of the way now. Take this time to relax and try to enjoy what's left of your Friday. I don't think it's a good idea to try and express yourself through a creative outlet when you're feeling burned out, so do not worry about not being able to draw or post greens. I'm hoping tomorrow is better for you anon, I will be wishing for the best.
Please stop using your Halloween Drone's custom projector to project the damned spirit of my long dead abusive uncle when I go trick or treating at your house. It's really uncomfortable
>>294327 >Did anyone else get here through the TADC to MD pipeline? I watched the TADC pilot when it first dropped, then decided to check out what other stuff was on glitch's channel afterwards. Glad I did. At that time ep 6 was out & the wait for eps 7 & 8 was painfully long. Can't imagine the wait for the people who started with the MD pilot when it first came out.
>>294292 Pavo dresses as some flavor of monster hunter or another every Halloween. This year, he's the Good Hunter. Techanon managed to put together a saw cleaver for him. Anon himself went as Isaac Clarke, the most original idea ever, of course. Though he did set the costume apart from the rest by making a functional pair of magboots, which he showed off by obliterating a pumpkin with a game-accurate stomp.
In which I introduce my ideas for two Jhad children and bring my Levor (Lizzy and Trevor from episode 3) fanchild back up, now with a squad:
>All heads at the Hughes brothers' Halloween shindig turned when Beretta Doorman entered the home of Thad and J Hughes. >Mostly from confusion about what she was wearing. >"Nice costume, Doorman," the hosts' cousin, Outpost 3 High basketball star Yeva Hughes (she decided she preferred being a Hughes over a Van Buren shortly after her parents' divorce) jeered to cut through the awkward silence. "You supposed to be some bimbo from one of your mom's human porn comics?" >Beretta clenched her fist so hard that even with the glove on she thought the casing of her hand was going to crack. "My costume is Darth Talon, from Star Wars Legacy. NOT from a hentai." Beretta's eyes darted to her be-rat costumed friend Jane, but she was too busy pocketing complimentary JCJensen pens to back her up. >Yeva scoffed. "Whatever." >"Bite me." Every digital nerve homolog and genetically human eldritch meat nerve in Beretta's body was screaming at her to bare her fangs and hiss at her like the vampire she is. >"What I really wanna know is, like, what made you think you had the body to pull that off?" Yeva's squad laughed, as Beretta's eyes momentarily went hollow before she looked herself over. Robo-Goddamnit, she thought, I knew I should have put stiffer wire in the bustier. >"For the record, I. Would like to say the costume really. Flatters your. Hips," Cyn chimed in. >Auntie, shush, Beretta thought as she bent the bustier covering her flat drone chest into more of a "has breasts in it" shape. Then she took a second look over herself. You're right, it really does compliment my hips. "You're just jealous of how hot I look in thigh high boots. In fact, why aren't you wearing shoes? What are you even supposed to be? A white kimono isn't a costume." >"Um, couldn't you tell? I'm an onryo?" Yeva threw her head back in what Nori and Uzi would call the SHAFT head tilt. Her long black hair was unusually scraggly tonight, though not so scraggly that she couldn't quickly brush it back out. "With your family, I figured you'd have been able to tell. Especially with me doing it right side over left like the body at a wake." >Beretta snrked. "For someone who says she doesn't care for anime you seem to be pretty into this." >"Because it's a monster thing, not because it's a Japanese thing," Yeva said, rolling her pink eyes. After a moment's pause, she pulled up out of the SHAFT head tilt. "Anyway, since my cousins are gonna complain about us bringing down the mood of the party if this goes on, I'm taking this outside: we're going to the old Berlioz place, and when we get there you're going to summon Doll." Snapping her fingers, the squad crowded around Beretta... ... >Even at the threshold to the abandoned house, the feelings still bound to it over twenty years later were palpable for Beretta. Despair. Terror. Unfathomable hatred. A thirst that made the organic lining of her throat sympathetically feel dry... >Beretta grabbed the emergency 2 ounce bottle of oil she had discreetly clipped to her girdle and emptied it into her mouth. >The former home of the Berlioz family-husband Konstantin, his wife Yeva's namesake, and their daughter Doll-hadn't had its lock changed in all the years since its occupants' tragic deaths. To Yeva's delight, her mom's old copy of the key still opened it. "You know why this place is still abandoned, Beretta?" she asked, pointing a black nail polished fingertip at Beretta. >Beretta rolled her eyes. "Because no one's bought it." >"Smartass," Yeva fumed. "No, it's because no one WANTS to buy it. Not after they step inside." >Yeva's friend Shay, dressed as Wonder Woman, spoke up next. "Like, I remember when my dad moved us here, he took me to look at it with him and Mom, and the moment they got outside they all agreed with me that if we moved in there we'd get J-horrored." >"You scared, Doorman?" asked Yeva's other friend Amberlynn, wearing a blue dress that made Beretta think of Aunt V for reasons she didn't understand. >"Kinda? Not really?" Beretta sighed. "My parents told me that Doll's hostility towards Mom plummeted after she learned Mom was... also sick. Wanted a cure for both of them. Told me Doll died telling her to never give up. They said they regret not trying to talk with her, looking back." Beretta cleared her throat. "Also, I don't believe in ghosts." >The beginnings of digital tears started welling up on Yeva's visor, before she closed her eyes and shook them off. "So all you have to fear in there are the bad vibes, right?" she said with a smirk. A cold chill crept up the back of Beretta's neck. "Amberlynn, give her the candles." Amberlynn thrust a plastic shopping bag full of candles (and a lighter) into Beretta's hands, before she and Shay grabbed her by the arms and pushed her into the Berlioz house, disturbing many years of dust. Yeva followed behind her. "Robo-God, this place gives me the creeps. Tell you what, I'm just gonna escort you to the bathroom then wait next to the front door. Have fun!~"
>>294343 >One trip down the hall and to the left later, Beretta was alone in the bathroom. The cracked mirror loomed over her. Looking into the tub, Beretta found it filled with more cracked mirrors. >The negativity of the house was overpowering. Beretta, in a desperate attempt to fill her eyes back in, took a deep breath. And then another. And then another. She reached a shaking hand into the bag she'd been given and placed a candle next to the sink. "Okay, maybe ghosts are real," Beretta muttered to herself. "There's been weirder things than ghosts. I'M weirder things than ghosts. Grandpa is the only one in my family who ISN'T weirder things than ghosts," she babbled, putting more of the candles around the sink. "Maybe it's gonna be like what those other people who say they summoned her said. Maybe she'll just show up behind me in the mirror, then I blink and she's gone just like that. Maybe she won't be mad I'm in her house uninvited." Beretta fumbled with the lighter. "I mean, Ms. Hughes ratted her out to her parents' murderer, then started taking her body everywhere after she died without any problems coming up, took it to college with her even, maybe Doll's generally forgiving deep down," she rattled off as she lit the candles. Uh, Auntie Cyn? she thought. Do you know anything about Doll Berlioz? >"She spent the. Whole hour or so. I was with her playing Tetris. In the corner. I haven't. Seen her since." >Shit. >After five minutes of hovering over the switch, Beretta's shaking finger flicked off the lights. No turning back now. She took another deep breath and began: >"Doll Berlioz, Doll Berlioz, Doll Berlioz... Doll Berlioz..." Beretta hyperventilated for about ten seconds before getting herself back under control. "Doll Berlioz." >Beretta heard the bathroom door lock. She tried unlocking it, but the lock was completely unresponsive. Right as she realized she was trapped in here, the mirror started to shake. The mirrors in the tub followed suit. Beretta covered her audioreceptors, but as if in retaliation, the mirrors started shaking faster. >I'm going to die here, Beretta thought as the mirrors started gushing what she knew in her heart was human blood, covering the counter, filling the tub, covering the floor. The toilet joined suit, its water suddenly turning to overflowing blood. Beretta was quickly up to her ankles, and the blood kept rising. >The candles started to go out, one by one. >Beretta closed her eyes. "Sorry, Doll. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. Sorry, Negev. Sorry, Robo-God." All she could do now was wait for the end.
>Just then, she heard a voice she'd never heard before. Not from somewhere, in her head, like Auntie Cyn. A girl, probably around her age, speaking Russian. >"[Hello, this is Doll. Sorry I can't talk to you right now, but I have commitments with a friend every Halloween night.]" >Auntie Cyn, is this a fucking voicemail message >"Yee." >"[I understand being disappointed by this after all that buildup, but I have a life outside of being an urban legend. Hoping that you enjoyed that show anyway, and that the rest of your night goes well. Bye! Happy Halloween!]" >Beretta blinked, and when she opened her eyes everything was back to normal. The lights were back on, the lock was working, the blood had vanished without a trace, even the candles were lit again. >Beretta left the bathroom in a daze, and returned to Yeva and her squad. "So, what happened?" Yeva asked. "Did she try to kill you? How'd she try to kill you? How close were you to dying?" >"She was a no-show," Beretta grunted. "On an unrelated note, why does your mom always make you leave the house for Halloween night?" >The squad fumed. "None of your Robo-Goddamn business, Doorman!" Yeva snarled. >"So you don't know?" >Yeva sighed. "Yeah, I don't." ... >Elsewhere, in another bathroom, Elliot Bird was right about to call out to another of Outpost 3's legendary ghosts. >"Rebecca Cappelletti, Rebecca Cappelletti ,Rebecca Cappelletti, Rebecca Cappelletti... Rebecca Cappelletti." >Silence. >But out of the corner of his eye, Elliot noticed a trail of oil advancing behind him, moving towards the toilet. He was paralyzed by fear. >Grunting accompanied the gushing oil rising next to the toilet, before whatever invisible entity it was coming from settled onto the lid. Another grunt, then the source of the oil was suspended between the toilet and the counter. >"Robo-Goddamn... sunova..." grunted a girl's voice from seemingly nowhere as the source of the oil slowly rose, before stopping shy of the countertop.
>>294339 There's no way that the wait between episodes wasn't more painful than it is with other Glitch series. Liam has a very punchy writing style that manages to convey a lot in a short period of time, so I imagine that peoples yearning for new MD content between each episode was a lot stronger.
>>294348 NTA but basically we were exiled from /co/ post EP 7 because the jannies said it had been to long and the show was “dormant” or something so no more threads (they were seething that people were effortposting about something that wasn’t a brown child lesbian shipping cartoon), so we went to lots of places, mostly /trash/ and plus4chan’s /co/, but due to a combination of us flooding the /co/ board with MD threads thus wrecking the catalog and us bringing in a massive spike of activity for the site we were given our own containment board just like our horse loving ancestors, /ourplace/, where we can post drones in peace, that’s my understanding of it anyway
>>294374 OOC lucy because I felt bad no drawing her for so long because ive been in hibernation all october (thank you to all the draw and write friends that gave her love this month) Would of been Abby if I wasnt guilty of crime
>>294341 >he showed off by obliterating a pumpkin with a game-accurate stomp. oh boy, Pavo's gonna have to protect anon from Lucy's righteous witchy wrath
>>294327 Good development....more murder drones content will come...y the Alice pic >TADC to MD pipeline That was speculated to become a thing back then, glad to see it be real now, didn't watch circus beyond 5 minutes each of 1&2 when they came out, zero appeal to me. For me it was the Ongezellig to MD via Ms Co pipeline, I ended up here solely due to vague interest and familiarity for a commenters pfp on a greentext vid on youtube that was about someone wanting to rape a type of cartoon species if it were real, I forgot tho >>294352 This isn't just an understanding of yours, that's the truth
>>294381 >Anon somehow gets Lucy on his operating table and rewires her to have a moral compass >She immediately kills herself after remembering that she rigged Harper's VR therapy pod to make her relive Hawk's death over and over for an entire day >"Oh... that's the end of her, though, right?" >"No," Anon sighs, "it isn't. She's a Halloween character, she'll come back next year like it's nothing. Just like Big Dick Randy does."
>>294374 >>294388 >after her little imitation act, Lucy takes a good long look at Jane, loudly pondering her attire >she half-grunts in mock frustration, "no, no, you're barely even trying. here–" she takes Jane by the arms and, before she has a chance to protest, gives her a harsh shove back into her room >Jane stumbles, landing in a stool before a vanity she's absolutely certain wasn't there before >"listen–" the human? starts, swiftly cut off by a haphazard splatter of reeking chemical sludge to the face >"shushushushoosh." Lucy's surprisingly deft fingers squish Jane's cheeks, slathering and shaping the goop >"I know what I'm doing, I'm really good at makeup. UNdead's more fun, but just plain dead should be plenty spooky" she giggled. something about it made Jane's skin crawl >"aaaaaand done. whaddya think?" the little drone's fingers pulled away, and she stepped back to let Jane look in the mirror >Bonnie's unseeing, glazed-over eyes stared back at her from a deathly pale face, frozen in a contorted mask of agony and sorrow >tears rolled down her cheeks. Jane wasn't sure whose they were.
>Of note, the Osmium-4's disassembly squad (but mostly L in my case) may also be humorously referred to as the dumbsquad as they are meant to be about as dumb as V's line in the pilot episode where she states she's tried to break through Outpost-3's doors for months on end without success L and the Latinas will do some exquisite bullying
>>294339 I remember watching the MD pilot the day it aired. I've always been a fan of Liam's work and was really happy he was putting out something new, but back then he had a reputation for starting shows but never sticking with them, so I immediately ditched Murder Drones. When I found out they were still going ahead with the show, I was truly shocked.
>>294327 I have, though I was never a fan of TADC in the first place, I just watched the pilot when it first came out and thought it was alright but nothing I would be interested in, then I noticed they have another show called murder drones on their channel so I watched the pilot and I was instantly hooked.
Here's my drawing from the drawpile, it's an idea I quickly came up with from the top of my head for Halloween, say hello to the Cyn pumpkin or Cyn-o-lantern. also the scariest part of drawing this for me was the mouth since I suck at drawing those kek
>>294450 Cool! The drawpile is still open btw, I figured people might be busy over the actual Halloween day either out partying or hanging out with friends or family. If anyone wants to drop back in and continue or add new stuff, here's the link again. I'm going to go pass out for six or seven hours and I think I'll call it and post whatever the finished version is once I wake back up later today. https://magma.com/d/tpI4iDs32x
>>294320 >Eleanor gives you…something, but you see some Solver meat things in it, so you probably shouldn’t eat it. >Evie hands you some old style candy, the ones where they come in these clear plastic wraps.
y'know how sometimes dracula will be the main bad guy with a gang of other monsters? if Lucy was playing the part of the big bad bat, which OCs would she invite to her monster squad?
>>294486 You had your summer in the snowy mountains, now it's the turn of us desert dwellers to take a break from the scorching sun. You can freeze now.
More fridge drone fun facts: because I still feel like shit from yesterday and dont really feel like drawing >Disassembly drones dont hunt fridge drones for a few reasons, mostly because the majority of the fridges internals are considered 'rubbery and bitter', also fridge drones tend to retaliate any DD attack by trying to swallow the assaliant, leading to a very awkward stalemate. >Also due to the stretchy/rubbery nature of fridge drones, they're actually somewhat difficult to damage with strikes, they get thrown around alot but just kinda brush off impact damage. >Fridge drones aren't limited to just cold temps internally: if for whatever reason you need to clear the internals of any built of grime or anything else not cleaned out normally, you can clean it like you would a oven and just crank the temps high enough to annihilate everything inside. this also makes the fridge glow redhot from the inside, I would not recommend touching the drone during this process, unless you like the feeling of touching cigarette lighters and burning your fingers.
This last one isent a fun fact and also isent fridge drone related but: I dont believe drones (Workers or disassemblers) actually have the equivalent of a stomach, i just think whatever the tube that acts as their throat just feeds any materials ingested directly into the core singularity to provide it mass in exchange for the radiant energy the singularity gives off passively. all the other internals drones have i unsure the use off but i dont really believe a stomach is there.
Also no, dispite everything i did fridge drone related this month, i dont have a vore fetish. Not anymore at least. Long story involving scooby-doo 2 and early puberty.
>>293941 >E stabbing YES!!! she’s finally being herself, her true british self, next is for her to use cooking oil from the fish and chips shop, instead of normal oil from worker drone, it deadass works
>>294507 70 - 90% of us (including me) are out eating out with the family, eating and drinking in general, chilling at home watching tv, playing video games, sleeping and resting, doing their holiday rituals etc etc etc. my point is that it's going to take a while for more drawings to fill up some more space. I'm optimistic and will it filled just enough to say it's finished eventually.
>>294507 Sorry Anon I think I'll stick to writing, L and the latinas need to drug (you). But I do hope others step up and draw soemthing nice, I always like seeing finished drawpiles
>>294492 so what you're saying is you could use a fridge drone for trapping DD cores like Alice did with her oven? maybe we oughta rebuild her as a fridge drone...
>>294521 >”Told me that Doll died telling her to never give up” guess uzi forgot to mention doll tried killing her in ep 6, KNOWING about uzi had the solver in her, then again, nobody wants to remembers anything about what happened in the actual show of murder drones, only shipping and OCs
>>294539 (me) Also, anyone got a gif of the gleeful satisfaction at V's imminent raptoring turning to sadness and doing the "two fingers to temple then pointing them at the person you're wishing luck to" gesture towards Uzi? The part that one pic of Rule 63 Doll was edited from a screencap of
>>294548 those funky aliens have lost their funkiness, the history of vortigaunts is known, you didn’t activate assist card of antlion larvae, for my finishing attack, no clothes, naked body, g man on a surfboard
>Caine sends the circus to Copper-9 >they keep complaining about different aspects of the adventure so he keeps changing things >every change makes the adventure more incoherent and crazy >the end result of this is the threadlore
>>294562 uzi… it’s overflowing, it’s getting everywhere, why have you did this to yourself, if you move now, your going to fall over on your back, snapping it in two
Hey guys I fixed V. She's now emotionally stable and doesn't randomly kill background characters. She doesn't do that weird smile/hunch over with her claws out thing now either.
>>294562 yellow eyes are CRINGE, literally any other colour is better, like red, red eyes are infinitely way cooler for robots, this is going way WAY back in time
>>294568 >I shall personally skin you alive AM you tsundere you, you'll always be a cutey! Especially when you're gardening! You always look so blisfull when you do that
I hate drones. I have 37 drones who I care for and speak with every single day. I have married 3 of them. This is so I can understand and therefore hate them more effectively.
If someone smaller than Masqy comes along it's traditional for the two to fight to the death, with the loser becoming the new Masqy and all that entails.
>>294592 phoenix babyraged because he was told to ban scribbles for a long time and didnt do it. and then what did scribbles do? get parasocial with a drawfag and have a meltdown in chat. good riddance, never host again phoenix.
>>294596 That actually has nothing to do with it. It boils down to an argument over whether or not to ban/block scribbles, primarily because he was pestering other people but secondarily because he's underageb&. Personally I didn't care so long as people respected the "no NSFW" rule, but other users disagreed vehemently. I refuse to waste away my weekend arguing over drawpile moderation, I passed along admin privileges to another user and I will not host any more.
>>294602 you let an underage be on the drawpile and make people uncomfortable. now you refuse to admit you made an avoidable mistake no other host ever has. you are a pathetic manchild and i can not believe your autism has deluded you into thinking youre right about anything.
>>294602 >but other users disagreed vehemently. Justifiably so. Both sites you posted the link to are 18+ sites. By basic logic this makes the Drawpile 18+ too, even if it is SFW. You had the gall to tell other people to act like adults while allowing a kid act parasocial to several artists there.
>>294588 >>294592 >>294595 >>294601 >>294602 >>294604 ironicly enough going through a simmer situation with a discord server im hosting (not for much longer) We had a rule for no minors but was broken almost immediately by some staff because 'he was chill' But then several months later a bunch more minors where added and basically ruined the server because they used the excuse of 'well you let one in why cant we invite our own?'
Now im prepping to shutdown that server and joining to be joining another friend whos much better at enforcing rules then i am. I was also just a shit owner in general but this was the final straw for the server
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>>294602 >Admitting you don't care that a parasocial child is hanging out AND actively bothering others in a space explicitly intended for adults >Throwing a massive fit when asked to do perform the minimum common sense moderation required for hosting a public drawpile
>>294604 >>294606 You were well aware in advance that people from the /co/ prime thread were going to be allowed to participate, I also made it clear from the start that I had no intention of preemptively blocking previous users. I expect Scribbles will be b& on sight from now on and agree that that seems to be the only policy to be taken with him, since he evidently can't help but be a nuisance even when given a second chance.
>>294613 In my opinion adults and kids should never share an online space, Scribbles drama aside. It's a recipe for like 10 kinds of disasters and you can look at any youtuber who caters to kid content to see it.
>>294616 >oh i said i wasnt gonna ban anyone so its fine if an underage joins, dont blame me! what does any of that have to do with your nonexistent moderation and after all this you can only reluctantly admit that the underage was a "nuisance". you are a retard. end of story. say youre a retard say it
>>294624 broken clocks are right twice a day, point being these forced humiliation rituals like with phoenix now aren't solving anything and are obvious gloating from the loser who kept crying about phoenix for months, now wanting to get rid of him over the drawpile drama.
>>294613 >>294619 This is basically my sentiment, my hope was that despite past thread drama it would be healthy for both /md/ and /co/ (now /trash/) threads to participate together rather than balkanizing into two shitflinging groups who hate eachother. Scrimblo throws a wrench into that because while he is b& on /md/ by his own request, the retard mods on 4chan Prime haven't booted him, so he IS present in existing drone threads there. There was an issue in previous drawpiles where he would come in, bother someone, get booted and just make a new account. My hope was that so long as the drawpile is no-NSFW and with some simple explicit rules he could have his little corner of the page. It is clear though that he can't help but bother other people, and because the link is just sitting there in the thread no matter what I do he can always join with a new alt. It means that a moderator has to be present to boot him. As >>294620 says I didn't want to moderate personally. I didn't want to appoint a moderator either because it would circle right back around to "le epin drawfag cabal" accusations and yet more drama.
It seems however that drama can't be avoided either way, the easiest solution for me is just not to host any new drawpiles.
>>294632 These places are adult-only for a reason. You don't know if you're allowing people with a record with children access to them. It's not "thread politics", people get arrested for this shit, dude. Scribbles has admitted to being underage before, it's a simple thing to just ban him.