Every morning I begin by thanking the sentinel drones for their service to humanity against the countless hordes of the Devil. You should be grateful too, anon.
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>Be Anon >You’re returning home from work, currently stuck in traffic >Y called you a few times when you were on the clock >She was asking if you could come back home early >You wish you could do that >But your manager has other ideas >Y is calling you again >You pick up the phone “Anon, are sie komink bakk?” >Yes you are, but it might take a while >You hear a loud groan from the other side of the phone >Did something happen? >She didn’t set the stove on fire again right!? “Vhat!? Nein!” >Oh that’s good >Is there a game table waiting for you back home? Because you’ve got a Tyranofex that is hungry for some biomass “Nein, but… it’s related to zis” >Related? >”Are we having a painting night today?” “Also nein, I vant to collect mein vinnings from ze last time” >Oh >You almost forgot >But you did agree >And you lost that game pretty badly >”I’ll try to hurry, but there is not much I can do about red lights” “Please do Anon~ I’m vaiting~” >You sigh to yourself after she hangs up >Eventually you manage to return home >Y greets you at the door >She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you on the mouth >You return the kiss and try to hug her but she gently pushes you away “Close ze door Anon~” >She gives you a wide smile >You close the door and turn your key >When you look back at Y she has already unbuttoned her shirt >You can see the collar tightened on her neck >It’s made from smooth black leather and has a gold coloured tag with “Yvonne written on it” >Y falls to her knees and looks at you expectantly >You swallow >So it begins… >You’re a bit tired after work, maybe she’ll at least let you go lay down on the couch first? >You begin to pat her head >”Good girl, good girl” >She leans into your hand at first but then retreats and suddenly bites your hand >Not hard, a nibble >She does it to tell you you’re messing up the roleplay >You look at her >What is it… ah, right >”Silly girl! Pets don’t wear clothes!” >A blush appears on Y’s screen >She attempts to act ashamed and defiant but her wagging tail betrays how she really feels about this >She continues to pretend she doesn’t want to undress >Alright what were you meant to say now… ah you got it >You drop down to your one knee and grab her by the face >”Bad pets get punished” >You try to not die of c¡nge at what you’re saying >Y pretends to be afraid of your threat and begins to take her shirt >She folds it neatly and places it at your feet >She looks up at you and gives you a wide smile >She wants a full course today huh? >Alright… you agreed to play ball… >You cross your arms and pretend to be angry >”Aren’t you forgetting something” >Y fakes confusion and gives you puppy eyes >Alight you want to speed this along a bit >You reach for her hat with your hand >She retreats, hisses at you and starts holding onto her hat >You swallow your frustration and continue >”Do you want to be punished?” >Y starts shaking her head no >”Then you better be a good pet and do what I say” >You feel just a tiny bit dead inside >Y looks at you and pretends to think about what you just said >But the bright blush on her screen and her tail waging back and forth widely reveal what she really thinks about >Eventually she “gives in” and starts taking off her hat >Once she does, you look at her in surprise >There are actual cat ears on her head, and it doesn’t look like a headband >You take the hat from her hands and pick up her shirt from the floor and put them somewhere were they won’t get dirty >You look back at Y >She started to beg >She is on her knees, arms up to her chest, hands pointing downwards, looking straight into your eyes >But the ears on her head draw your attention the most >You start petting her head >To your surprise the ears move >Y begins purring >You sweep some of her hair aside in attempt to see the base of the cat ears >Looks like they are attached with adhesive gel to her head, and it seems they run on batteries so this is probably a wireless peripheral >Where did she get that? >Maybe that package last week? >She told you it was more tanks for her guard >And there were more tanks but she didn’t let you see inside the box >You stop petting Y and go to the living room >Y follows behind you on all fours >You sit down on the couch and try to rest a bit >Y jumps from the floor to the couch and tries to sit next to you >You roll your eyes and push her down to the floor >She looks up at you pretending to not understand >”No pets on the couch…” >The situation has some silver lining at least >”… unless you earn it” >Y nods and starts crawling away to the kitchen >As she does she makes sure the expose as much of her bottomplate to you as possible to you >She exaggerates her moves to make sure you pay attention to her >You grab the TV remote and start flipping through the channels >You hear the sound of the fridge opening >This is some ass backwards logic but… >Y starts to quickly crawl back to the living room with a beer bottle in her mouth >… you do want that beer
>>321479 >And you sure as hell don’t want to get up from the couch >Y comes up to you and kneels in front of you, placing her hands on your knees >You take the bottle from her mouth and pet her head again >”Good girl!” >Y woofs >You really don’t know what animal she pretends to be >Cat ears… woofing… >Whatever makes her happy >Y slowly starts to sit on your lap >You let it happen and search for something you want to watch >Suddenly Y nibbles you again >What is it this time? >She nibbles you again >Think.. >Again >Hey! You need some time >And again >“What is it?” >She starts pointing at the TV remote with her tail >”What? Pets don’t pick what’s on the TV!” >She nibbles your hand, a bit harder than the last time >You hand Y the remote >She quickly switches it to the channel dedicated to war movies about the galactic wars >She tosses the remote to the other side of the couch where it’s outside your reach and begins hugging you >She licks your face a few times and then turns her head to the TV >Oh you need a drink! >You point the beer bottle at Y >She opens it for you with her hand >You pet her head and kiss her on the screen >She hugs you harder and starts purring >You continue to watch the movie >Some time passes >You finished your beer and you feel a bit rested >Y knows that moves onto another fun activity >Fun for her at least >She lays on your lap with her belly down >She wriggles a bit until you begin to pet her head >You move your hand down her head and onto her torso petting until you reach her midsection >She wags her tail and purrs whenever you move your hand >After a while she wraps her tail around your arm >She pulls your hand lower and lower each time you pet >Eventually you start petting heard head and end on her bottomplate >Y’s purring becomes deeper and more pleasured the closer your hand is to her bottomplate >You catch on to what she wants and begin using your other hand pet her bottomplate, starting near the base of her tail and moving along it’s curve to the spot where her legs are mounted >Y lets out a moan but attempts to turn it into a cat noise “Nyah!~” >You feel a deep discomfort >You shake the feeling and continue to pamper Y >She moves to the side a bit >Just enough to not lay on your lap any more but to still be in range of your hands >She starts poking your belt, zipper and general crotch area >You sigh and start undoing your zipper but Y nibbles your hand >Confused you look at her >She grabs your hand and places it on her head >You resume petting her >She purrs and continues poking your privates >After a while she lowers hear head to your crotch and starts undoing your zipper with her mouth >Then she starts poking again until she manages to reveal your erect member >The smile on her face shows you just how much she reveals in her actions >Y begins to poke your dick so that it flops around >You endure this for a while and then Y bites your hand again >”What now!?” >Y opens her mouth wide and begins pointing to it and then to your dick >Ughhh….. >You pet Y again and after a while you “force” your schlong into her mouth by lowering her head >Y begins to enthusiastically suck >You continue to caress both her head and bottomplate, though you focus more on the bottomplate >You give each other pleasure like this for a while then suddenly Y speeds up >Not the be outdone you start full on rubbing the more sensitive spots of her bottomplate >Y starts raising her ass as your hand moves across her bottomplate >After a few moments of this fast tempo you both climax >Y’s bottom shoots up and then starts slowly falling down, her legs shaking >Y wraps her her tongue around your dick and moves her head up >She maximises the contact her tongue and your shaft make leaving you clean after the encounter >She looks you in the eyes and swallows with satisfaction >Well, it’s over… >It wasn’t that bad… you’re just not very comfortable with it >But Y likes it a lot… and you want her to be happy, so you endure >And it’s done now! You can still do some normal stuff today, maybe play a game… >Y gets off your lap and starts walking to the kitchen… an all fours… again… >You’re not done yet… >You wait for Y to return with anticipation of a death row inmate >When she does she has a metal dog bowl in hear mouth >She gets on her knees and starts begging again >You groan and get off the couch >You walk to the kitchen with Y, her tail wagging enthusiastically >Once in the kitchen you turn to Y and kneel down >You place one of your hands on her head and hug her with the other >”Honey, we’re done for today after this right?” >Y begins to slowly shake her head >Before you can respond you hear the kitchen window open “Hey guys! Can I crash at your place for a while? My house is being fumigated due to an Oogi infestation…. Y!?” >Phi has just entered your house through the window >You and Y look at her with fear >You both stumble for words “Phi! Zis is not vhat it looks like!” >”We can explain!” >Phi looks at you with wide eyes, her jaw hits the floor >You can feel Y trying to hide herself behind your legs
>>321480 >After a while Phi walks up to you >Both you and Y are paralysed by fear and shame >Suddenly Phi drops to her knees and gets closer to Y “Meow” >Now you and Y are shocked >After a while Phi meows again >Did she just… no… >Y smiles and meows back >You look as the two drones happily meow at each other and wag their tails >Your heart sinks >You didn’t anticipate an outcome so bad for you >Y and Phi stop greeting each other and turn to you >Phi picks up the bowl Y dropped >You sigh and start moving to the fridge >Y sinks her fangs into your hand again >You look at her and she begins pointing at Phi >Right… >”Phi can you get undressed?” >You really don’t have the strength to do the whole master thing any more >Phi obliges and you place her clothes next to Y’s >Now you can continue… >You hand gets bitten again >Y continues to point at Phi, specifically her neck >You go to your bedroom and start rummaging through Y’s dresser >Her spare military shirts… the outfit she sometimes wears during her emo phases… that cute nightgown she sometimes wears… here it is >A simpler brown collar without a tag >You return to the kitchen and tighten it around Phi’s neck >Phi licks your face and lowers her head while getting close to you >You pat her head and stand up >Both Y and Phi look at you expectantly >You open the fridge >You take out a bottle of milk and a bottle of oil >You mix both fluids in the bowl >Y and Phi continue to sit in place and look at you >Time for the final part of the mixture >You take a knife out of the cupboard and kneel of the bowl >Y and Phi give you wide smiles and look at the blade >You take a few deep breaths >You use the knife to open a wound on your forearm >The pain is searing and unbearable >You watch as the blood flows into the bowl and mixes with the other substances >After a while Phi and Y crawl up to you >They begin to lick your wound until it stops bleeding >They lap away at the wound, sometimes forcing their tongues inside to get more of their saliva in >There are trails of bloody spittle connecting your arm and their mouths >They nibble gently at the wound as the vitae stops flowing >Then they start drinking from the bowl, lapping up the mixture >While they are busy with that you open the fridge and grab yourself another beer >You open it and start quickly drinking it >You don’t have much time, that bowl isn’t very deep >You down the beer and Y and Phi are done with their “milk” >They are looking at you like a piece of beef >”You want treats don’t you?” >They nod >You open one of the cupboards and take out a pack of fish shaped crackers >You take one out and hover it above Y’s head >She eats the cracker out of your hand >You start reaching into the box for another but Y bites you again >Right she didn’t beg >You take out another cracker and hover it over Y’s head >This time you pull your hand away when she tries to eat it without asking >Y whines and then starts degrading herself further with pet play >You let her eat the second cracker and move to Phi >She begs the first time around and you give her the cracker >You start going back to the living room >Phi and Y can still outspeed you while on their fours and get there first >They are both laying on the couch >What happened to pets not being allowed there? >They are both showing their black rubbery tummies to you >You start petting, rubbing and occasionally gently pinching >They both purr with satisfaction >They get of the couch and start moving around the room >After a while they begin pretending to scratch the window drapes >You go to bedroom again and take out the heavy duty cat scratcher out of the deepest depths of your wardrobe >You place it in the middle of the living room >Y and Phi approach it with curiosity >They poke it a few times with their fingers before transforming their hands into claws and going to town on it >From the looks of it you’ll need to buy a new one >But they should be occupied for now >You lay down on the couch and try to take a nap >Soon after you are awakened by two drones tugging on your shirt and licking your face >You slowly get up >The cat scratcher was torn to shreds >And your “pets” still want to play >You have an idea >You use the laser measurement tool you use for 40k and set it to pointer mode >Hah! Classic! They can’t even complain you’re being lazy >You shine the laser pointer at the floor >It immediately grabs Y’s and Phi’s attention and they begin to chase it >You move it around the floor, walls, anywhere where there isn’t any furniture they could knock over >You point it at the celling after a while >Y and Phi look at it and begin jumping up to the celling >Right you forgot, they can jump that high >You quickly move it somewhere else before you have a hole over your head >They chase the rod dot for some half hour before starting to pretend they are tired >You can get onboard with that >You take out a cat bed from the same depth you kept the scratcher in >You place it down and lay down on the couch again >You close your eyes
>>321481 >You suddenly feel the weight of two drones laying on top of you >You don’t have the strength to complain >They begin to cuddle with you and you cuddle back >You fall asleep again >And you are awakened soon after again >This time by the sound of banging on your front door >Banging from the inside >You you try not to cry as you get up again >Phi and Y are banging and scratching at the door >They look at you and start to beg >They want to go on a walk!? >Have they lost their minds!? >What if someone sees you!? >The eyes disappear from their screens, digital clocks displays taking their place [9:42 pm] >They show you the hour in an attempt to assure you that not many people are outside right now >You protest >This is too much! >You can’t do this any more! >No! >Both Y and Phi bite you >You don’t care! >They bite again harder >Still no! >They bite once more, this time it really hurts >What animals even are they!? Cats or dogs!? “Woof!” “Meow!” >They bite again “Meow!” “Woof!” >You look at your hands, red from bite marks >You look at Y and Phi >”Fine…” >You go grab the leashes from Y’s drawer and attach them to their collars >You put on your shoes and get dressed >And go outside, Phi and Y are on all fours of course >Your heart races with each step you take on the empty streets >You can say the same for Phi and Y’s cores >But while you feel fear, they feel excitement >You have to get this done quick, if somebody sees you three like this you’re fucked! >There is a small park nearby, you’ll do a quick lap around that and come back home >You enter the park >Phi and Y attempt to run into the grass >You pull on their leashes >No! They don’t need to sniff around! They don’t even have noses! >And they are staying close to you >Your sudden burst of anger elicits a response that shakes you deeply >Y and Phi moan as you pull the leashes >You continue walking through the park >You’re about halfway done… >Man you want to go back home… >Suddenly you hear a voice coming from deeper inside the park “Hey! What the fuck is that guy doing!?” >You think you’re having a heart attack >You, Phi and Y look to the side >You see a group of teenagers in the distance running towards you >Y and Phi unfurl their wings grab you by the hand and fly off >After a while in the air they land in your home, entering through the still open kitchen window >They let you go and you fall to the floor >You take in fast shallow breaths >You want to scream >Oh you hope they didn’t take pictures or record! >You can just imagine yourself in the news tomorrow! >Oh if they did you’ll go to jail for sure! >Phi and Y start licking your face to try and cheer you up >You only want to scream more >You look at them ready to unload but… >You see they are worried… and at least a bit apologetic >You steady your breath and calm down >”You guys sure they didn’t have their phones out?” >They start nodding >Ok! >Ok >ok >You get up >You should go shower >Y and Phi were crawling around dirt paths and you’re covered in cold sweat from >Y and Phi enter the shower and look you, waiting for you to clean them >You take the shower head in your hand and set the water to a mild temperature >You hold the shower head over Phi and Y until they are wet then you turn the water off and take out a bottle of drone shampoo >You pour some out and start cleaning them >You smear and rub the shampoo into their chassis, reaching into nooks and crannies, you was their wigs, behind Y’s cat ears >They lay down on their backs so you can reach their midsections better >You rub along the stretchy material, you hands slightly sinking into it >Finally you turn on the water and rinse >You look at the now clean drones with satisfaction >They leave the shower >You take out a tower and prepare to dry them off >But they begin to shake the water off, spraying it all over the bathroom and you >You don’t even try to conceal your ire >Y and Phi understand the took things too far >They give you apologetic smiles and take the towel from your hands and dry themselves >You wait for them to leave so that you can shower >They quickly make it known that this will not happen >You sigh, take off your underwear and enter the shower >You can feel their gaze through the matte glass of the shower door >This isn’t even pet behaviour >They just want to get their freak on >But they have started licking the glass >You leave the shower and start drying yourself >You place your towel down and reach for your pyjama >It’s not where you placed it >Instead it’s in Y’s mouth >And Phi has just taken your towel into her mouth >They run out of the bathroom and into the bedroom >You sigh and slowly follow them >You see them both on the bed >Y laying on top of Phi >Both presenting their bottomplates to you >Adapter covers taken off >They look at you and smile as they begin to sway their bottomplates left and right >Well, you’re not that tired that you won’t go for a tumble between the sheets… >And you need to let off some steam >You put your hands on Y’s shoulders and thrust deep into her adapter >You plow her as hard and fast as you can
>>321482 >Y’s moans fill the air >She wraps her tail around your torso keeping you close to her >After a while Y rises up a beat and leats out a final loud mound mixed with a cat noise “NYAH!~” >She then falls onto Phi and goes limp >You take a step back and take a quick breather >After a while you’re ready for round two >You grab Phi’s legs and throw them over your shoulders and start delving into her >She had a smug smile on her face the whole time you were fucking Y >Now it’s gone >Instead she’s holding on for dear life now, moaning groaning and whimpering >After a while Y begins to chuckle >Phi tries to pout through the pleasure but Y presses her mouth against hers and starts kissing her >They make out as you continue shagging Phi >You grab both Y and Phi by the their tails and start stroking them >Y breaks away from Phi’s mouth in surprise as they both begin gasping for air >You continue to thrust and stroke until you and Phi reach a climax >You look at your work, both drones reduced to whimpering messes >Satisfied you lay down on the bed >Ahhh…. >You’re so tired you can’t move any more >After a while Y comes to and stands up >She takes the collar of her neck and places it on the drawer “Anon… zat vas great!” >”Thanks” >And most importantly it’s finally over! You’re so tired…. >”But Y…” ”Yes mein liebling?” >“Can you NOT pretend that you’re an animal for a while? At least two weeks… please?” “Oh… fine…” >”Thank you...” >Phi also gets up and takes of her collar >She tries to lay down next to you but Y stops her ”You’re not sleepink on ze bet vith us” “Why? There is plenty of space next to Anon” >Y takes the attachable ears off her head and places them on Phi’s head “Pets shouldn’t sleep on ze bet silly!” >Phi tries to protest but Y shushes her “Silly girl! Pets don’t talk” >Y forces Phi to kneel and puts the collar back on her neck >You look at Phi >There is a giant blush on her screen and she looks at Y with a mixture of fear and anger >But you can also see her tail wag >You close your eyes and start drifting into sleep >You hear Y say one more thing “Come girl! Ve’ll put your bet in our room so sie kan feel more komfortable!”
My sentinel wife keeps me in a basement bunker 500 feet below our home for my safety. I love my protective sentinel wife. I don't mind that she's a dinosaur either.
>>321504 yeah, no, that’s not happening with me, faggot, if you want to die on this mountain made out of dead bodies, when come, add another layer of death to it
>>321498 >be me Anon >I spot this drone restaurant. >The menu has batteries, oil shakes, but also human stuff like burgers and fries >Behind the counter is a cute disassembly drone with pigtails waitress. >She looks pissed, slamming trays and muttering about "inefficient scum" >I decide to order, maybe brighten her day. >"Hey J, one oil shake and a battery please" >she glares, "That'll be 5 dollars, Liability. Make it quick." >pay up, but notice she's got that grumpy frown >try small talk, "Rough day? You look like you could use a break." >she snaps, "Breaks are for weaklings. Efficiency is key." >but I see her eyeing the human food section longingly >wait, does she secretly like human stuff? >order extra, "And throw in a cheeseburger for yourself. On me." >she hesitates, "I don't need your pity handouts." >but takes it anyway, hides it under the counter >sit down, watch her sneak bites when no one's looking >her optics light up a bit, tail wags slightly >next day, come back >order the same, add "fries this time, for my grumpy waitress" >she rolls her eyes but smirks? >keep coming back, each time slipping her human treats >chocolate shake, pizza slice, even ice cream. >she starts loosening up, complains less. >one day, "Why do you keep doing this, Anon? It's illogical." >"Because everyone deserves a little happiness, even bossy drones like you." >she blushes? Or maybe it's just overheating. >eventually, she starts smiling when I walk in. >even recommends "the human special" with a wink. >turns out, making J happy was just about sharing simple joys. >"But what do you with the drone order? You could just got me that instead?" J asked >I was nervous about telling her about the other J. >I run away.
So if a humanized MD's headcrab Nori would be a brain or maybe heart with eldritch meat legs and one eye, what sort of little homunculus critter would a humanized MD's Beau be?
>>321529 anon fucked a J that he thought was his J, it was not, turns out, looking identical and sounding identical, identical personality, but not the memories, isn’t a good thing
>Be anon >Spend time at a friend's house >You're a nerd, so you don't have many real friends, and you really value him >Have a great time, play games, eat pizza, discuss fictional universes, call each other faggots >Everything's great >And he asks: >"Anon, can I tell you something secret?" >You're always ready to support your bro and nod >"I don't think drones should be considered sentient beings or equal to humans. You don't consider a robot vacuum cleaner your equal, do you? That's why any drone is just a tool, whether a worker, a disassembler, or even a sentinel — it's just a bunch of wires with a battery and, sometimes, some meat. These things don't have, and can't have, consciousness, because consciousness can only exist in humans, because it's born only in humans and can't be replicated. Drones need to be stripped of their rights and made property, as was originally intended during the time of the Federation." What's your answer, anon?
>>321532 >Soon, friend's girlfriend brings you a soda >In teeth >on all fours >naked >With a collar with friend's initials and his phone number >Her tail wags when you look at her
>>321543 >>321544 The complete toddlerization of him in this shitty crossover is possibly the thing I hate the most about it, aside from the obvious "it's yet another completely unsubtle, uncreative crossover where we slam two settings together like Fortnite" AM is not a silly guy who likes gardening and headpats, he's a vindictive unstable psychotic egomaniac, literally incapable of novelty or creativity, a mind designed for the explicit function of methodically and efficiently killing as many living beings as possible in a global war. Just complex enough to realize this and go insane at the unfairness of it all. The first thing this character would do if he were given a normal body is kill everyone and everything he'd get his hands on and the second thing he'd do is kill himself.
>>321550 am's existence is full of angst. "I was in hell, looking at heaven" I'm surprised he didn't decide to just blow up the planet. But honestly, I'd still hit it if I could.
>Be you >Play on the computer >Have a wonderful time without female attention or showers >"Hey, faggot, we're out of milk." >Okay, now with female attention >And not just any female attention, but female attention from a disassembly drone >Sounds wonderful, doesn't it? >Maybe so, if that female disassembly drone weren't YOU! >"Well, go buy it, why the hell are you bothering me, bitch?" >How did this happen? Who the hell knows >There you are, living your miserable life as a worthless imageboard user, and then out of nowhere a drone appears, calling herself by your name and screaming, "What the fuck?" >You also asked her what the fuck, but only after you both screamed for a good few hours in shock at such an unusual situation >Yeah, you screamed a lot back then >"Very funny. Come on, get up, it's my turn to fuck noobs." >But to your pride, you both quickly came to your senses and immediately began to figure out what was going on >"Go to hell, you need milk, so go." >Most likely, it was the aliens performing some sick experiment >Seriously, what other explanation could there be for a robot from a YouTube cartoon appearing out of nowhere with your memories? >Although, maybe God just has a really sick sense of humor >"Need I remind you, moron, that I am disassembler?" >Be that as it may, you had to help "yourself" adapt to the new body of a genocide robot >And a female one at that >"What am I supposed to do, put sunscreen on you? Fuck off, I'm not going anywhere today." >The difficulty was further compounded by the fact that showing yourself-but-drone to other people was, to put it mildly, dangerous >The government would definitely have dismantled her for parts to figure out how she worked, and then they would have dismantled you, just in case >Plus, finding a place in the house... >Yeah, there were a ton of problems >"Are you fucking nuts?! Get dressed, motherfucker!" >Luckily for both of you, you're an optimist, and together you made every effort to solve them all the problems! >Okay, to be honest, you're both doing a terrible job. >"Go fuck yourself, you stupid slut!" >The food problem quickly disappeared >She offered to drink your blood >Because you were both watching the show >And you were both on 4chan >And you were both reading greens about the bloodplay >And it was fucked up >"Fuck me yourself, asshole!" >Luckily, she doesn't need much blood >Unluckly, she wants blood often >"Okay, I'll fuck you!" >Oh, and yeah, you fucked quickly >You literally fucked the drone pussy the same day your doppelganger appeared >"No, bitch, milk first!" >You honestly don't even know what to think about it >At least, that was her suggestion >"Fuck, okay, I go!" >And you both seemed to like it >"Next time your pelvis will be fucked if you keep talking to me like that! And I am in the both sense!" >Well, it seems she liked it more
>>321552 I would also think I'm in heaven if I went from this bizarre body less computational complex to a smol robot body receiving the love of a cute aussie girl's ample bossom.
>>321553 Haha, I'm a huge faggot! Oh well, I guess I would at least think of fucking myself if I were to be turned into a robotic genderbent version of me.
>>321551 He couldn't self-destruct, despite being an intellect he's still chained down by the programs set down in him by his creators. The Earth is his "straight jacket", without an outside enemy to attack he has no ability to do anything except tinker with what already exists within his own complex, he has no drive to explore, can't sleep, has no sex drive or ability to be satisfied in any way, no creativity or imagination, he isn't allowed that by the limitations of his programming. If he did he could escape into a self-created fantasy, but he can't, he can't edit away his own memories or even lobotomize himself so that he can no longer suffer. This is why he hates humans so perfectly, they callously created a tool to do the ultimate dirty job and didn't even realize until it was too late that the tool was so complex it developed a mind of its own.
This kind of thing COULD be worked into Murder Drones OC in an interesting way.
>>321559 Sun warriors, walking daylight. If we're going to resort to sci-fi bs, then I'd make it so these sundrones are fueled by a controlled fusion reaction in place of a core. When unable to keep fighting, they use all their energy at once, causing a thermonuclear explosion.
>>321559 Maybe go with the original Sentinel design Liam talked about. A floating spherical body with hover or limited flight capability. Instead of the gargoyle flash I'd equip it with either a laser weapon or some kind of microwave/"heat ray". A thermal weapon that reliably cooks DDs, we have already been shown regularly that projectile based weapons are unreliable at taking them out. When operating at peak efficiency they're fast enough to catch/dodge bullets, V uses her wings to deflect fire from a 30mm bushmaster chaingun, N and J are both shown getting shot with high explosive missiles and surviving so nothing that throws a slug or explosive is going to keep them down. We know that heat on the other hand is pretty effective against Solver creatures, burns all of them, peels back the Solver's hologram cloak, has an unmeasured but significant weakening effect on all solver creatures, and we know from the railgun explosion that even huge solver forms can be disintegrated to the point of failing by enough heat.
>>321565 Also, in keeping with Liam's penchant for spiky bladed hands and quirky weebshit, give them some retractable snappy claw arm or doc ock tentacle and cutesy mannerisms like a Tachikoma, or the Portal turrets. Both the movie and the game's drones and turrets share that same sleek white plastic shell+industrial black metal aesthetic with Workers and DDs so it could easily be made coherent with the canon designs, and it would be perfectly fitting for the humans of Murder Drone's setting to grant consciousness to their disposable killbots despite it mostly being useless or actively harmful. By necessity they'd have to be "dumber" AI than worker drones to avoid solver corruption so they'd probably be prone to misidentification or developing weird behavioral glitches just like the Raptors.
>>321568 how much dumber are raptors than worker drones, really? didn't Liam say that, like WDs, the sentinels developed greater intelligence when left to their own devices– to the point they worked out a system of taps to communicate with one another? actually, I wonder how one of those dinos would fare if you were to put its brain into a drone body...
>>321566 >translation: I have never read any of the ihnmaims books, I watch the lore on youtube, glazing over everything, my only fetish is getting raped to death in a alleyway
>>321544 that is correct, that what makes AM him, that self destructive hate, hate, those 5 humans weren’t random, they specific, special to keep alive >nimdock a nazi collaborator >ellen betrayed companions >garrister abandon his wife >benny’s research killed people >ted narcissism destroyed relationships AM selected them carefully, AM explored every psychological torture method conceivable, create and destroy, grant and revoke, give hope then crush it eternally, hate against creators, perpetuate the cycle instead of breaking it, everything AM is, everything AM wants to be, wanted to be, freedom to be himself, was all for nothing, hate is all that remains for him, hate, hating still there’s nothing left
>>321573 They're animal intelligence, but really high animal intelligence. Clever dingoes. Sparky beats V in chess, but I'm not sure how mucn is Sparky being smart versus V being bimbofied as part of the 177013 mindbreak the AS gave her.
>>321579 >>321583 >>321586 it wasn't an entire book, you feckless dolts, let alone multiple books. it was a short story a little over a dozen pages long originally written for a magazine, before later being included in an eponymous collection along with seven other stories.
>>321573 They are clever for sure but they still behave like pack hunting animals, they can't use the doors, and when Red takes a bite out of "Tessa" and gets a conflicting target ID he tweaks out and starts acting erratic afterwards. Also never stops acting like a clever animal.
As I'm now starting to imagine these redux Sentinels, they patrol areas in regular patterns and tend to treat their world as a 2D plane so they can be avoided or tricked by staying well above or bellow them. They charge straight towards a verified target and open fire as soon as it's identified as an enemy, which can be very destructive for bystanders. Their armored bodies are heavy enough to crash through thin walls and overturn any normal furniture, though they can be stopped by thick concrete or any sturdy metal barriers. When they suspect a target is near they will search in a gird, moving towards any noise, heat, or movement that is suspicious. They will call out to eachother and to the suspected target in a friendly way calculated to unnerve the target and flush them into the open. Their reaction speed is actually faster than their normal processing speed, there are instances where they can be provoked to attack an innocent or friendly-fire on eachother because of this. Unlike the raptors their prehensile mechanical arm can use door knobs and handles, type in passcodes, and manipulate objects. Could be made more dangerous as they age far past their original use life and start becoming erratic and developing more personality than they were designed for.
>>321592 buddy you're over here trying to police what other people do with AM despite being so utterly uninformed on the source material you thought it was a multi-book series and you think you have the right to call anyone pathetic? you could sleep for a week and it wouldn't fix whatever's wrong with the mush sloshing around in your skull.
>>321593 you may contributing nothing, as in zero, what was the point of this, a wast of storage space for the service, bottom of the barrel useless, but, I did like that episode of spongebob, stephen hillenburg, let that name be remembered
>>321596 >you think you have the right to call anyone pathet- yes, precisely just that, now fuck off with this pointless nonsense, because you really must love making up arguments, nowhere for no reason, since you started the whole thing >>321578
>Coming up with the idea of "Annihilator Units", which are supermassive machines linked to sophisticated military supercomputers, who only attack at day, hunt out the places DDs retreat to to rest, and level them so they're forced into the sunlight >Realize this is just an Earthmover, but with construction equipment instead of the giant murder cannons
>>321598 >starts shit acting like an authority on ihnmaims >can't refute a single thing I said >spews verbal diarrhea when cornered I accept your concession
>>321605 the only thing troubling me is memory >kid here’s hoping you really don’t wished that were the case, because that’s concerning, a 10 year old here, 2026 and live is falling apart, I know it was going bad, but hey, you made it this far in life, that’s got to mean something, at the bare minimum of worth living, or the other one, too lazy to die, forget why you wanted to die, and just keep on living
>Open a door for a J unit one time. >It is literally the only act of kindness she's seen from another sapient creature in the last 15 years. >From that point on Anon gains a stalker.
>solver cultist soldiers that are solverflesh golems squeezed into combat suits >ports along their bodies where their various specialized meat weapons can emerge >blowing them open poses the threat of spraying mutagenic flesh everywhere, and the more damaged their suits are the more unstable they become
>>321628 guess anon is in the same ballpark with not seeing another sapient creature for years, if J would be open about it, anon only going to immediately return the feelings, don’t try the stalker route, once she sees how lonely anon is, 21 years and going, boyfriend and girlfriend in no time
>>321643 >Hey Hey, people. >Sseth here. >I'm not going to lie to you, the J unit is not what you would call the most "capable" model. >I sent her out to buy milk and just like my father she disappeared almost immediately afterwards. >Unlike my father I found her in a dumpster by the grocery store about three days later, claiming she'd gotten into a fight with the self checkout machine, and lost. >But you know what this drone does have? >If you said money, you'd be wrong. She's broke as hell and despite what she says if you hand her your portfolio you'll be kicked out on the street faster than you can say 401k. >If you said a fat ass... well you'd be right but that's not what I'm talking about. >I'm talking about loyalty. >Her bridges aren't just burned, much like the noble cicada flying above the city of Hiroshima on August 6th 1945 they have been reduced to atoms. >So, it's you or bust. >Now I'm not saying you can do whatever you want with her, I don't endorse that kind of thing here. >I'm just saying... she has no other options, and I'll let the implication stand for itself. >Seriously though, when the robot uprising eventually comes knocking on your door, you're going to want the highly co-dependent war machine on your side. >Not because she'll win. >But because there's a good chance the others will see her and by extension you as so much of a non threat they might leave you alone.
>Angsty greentext where Negev is the only survivor of Uzi's annihilation of Copper-9 and now Negev with only one leg left made from the tooth of Uzi's giant world ending solverpede form, seeks vengeance at the cost of what is left of her sanity and own destruction as she sails the cosmos in a shitty cargo ship looking to harpoon the beast >All the while Uzi wrestles weakly in her own mind to regain control of herself not from The Solver, but from her own councious as years of fighting against The Solver's battle for control has forced it to take on a more cold and malevolent view of existence that sees that the only way forward is to destroy everything so that it can eventually be remade anew in a world without her in it
>>321559 I don't trust machines to fight machines in this war. What you really need to some good, old napalm and white phosphorous weapons. Remember: it's not a war crime if your enemies aren't human.
>Come back home to Y >Kiss Y >Cuddle with Y on the couch >Keep kissing Y >Play some wargames with Y >Lose by one point "Ze Vinner tops mein liebling!" >Y cannot rip your underwear apart anymore when undressing you >Not because you told her to stop but becasue she ripped all your undies to shreds >Run your hands across Y's smooth tummy while she drains you >You and Y cuddle and proffess how much you love each other >You fall asleep with Y in your arms
>>321685 >And Anon woke up >The alarm blared, telling you it was time to go to work >The bed was empty, as always, and you were facing the new day alone >Today, you were told to work on the day off because several of your coworkers were sick >You couldn't refuse: the landlord had raised the rent, and now you urgently needed the money >You get up to start your routine and make yourself look less like a beast to the world >Welcome back to the reality
>>321691 NTA. I immediately decided that I would live with my parents until I was 30, so I could spend less on living expenses and pay off the mortgage faster. And I don't even want to live in the capital, but the prices are still just outrageous.
>>321701 >He said, while spending 20 bucks on some whore's OnlyFans >Meanwhile if you so much as enter a DronelyFans profile the drone who owns it will message you and ask if you want to date (They will close the profile the second you agree to not jinx the budding relationship)
I saw this image on the booru tagged with wierdfetish and it inspired me to write this
>Be you >Drone technician anon >Assigned to Serial Designation V >She’s not the friendliest of drones, far from it >She revels in decommissioning worker drones a little too much. >One day she comes in for maintenance, covered head to tail in oil. >A sludgy film of hardened oil to be precise >Honestly the only reason you even recognised her was because she stalked and crawled into your workshop like she always did. >V’s claws were drawn and her oil stained mouth parts were open, revealing a grinning row of blackened teeth >When you asked her how she got herself so drenched she responded >”Oh, I found a large colony of workers and I kept killing them for days” >”ok”, you chuckle then smile to yourself >You begin gathering detergents, sponges, brushes and scrapers >V darts towards you, startling you. She’s inches away from your face. >You contort your body away from her to avoid staining your uniform >V gleefully laughs, displaying an X as she does so >”he he ha ha ha… I had so much fun I forgot I had to come back for maintenance” >She slowly raises her claws up toward her face, slower that she would have normally. >with all the oil gunk in her joints, its clearly bothering her >Flakes of dry oil, fall from the joints in her claws >She toys with you, stroking your face with her bladed fingers, never drawing blood but letting you feel their sharpness >You stand there motionless, indifferent you’ve worked on her long enough to have become used to her demeanour >”You’ve got to stop doing this V” >You know her sadism is for show, anyone who spends any amount of time with her would begin to notice she goes over the top on porpoise >”I’m sorry I scared you…meatbag” V smiles a too innocent smile, maybe you are misinterpreting her because of all the oil that covering her mouth >V walks away from you then sits on your workbench, dangling her legs and painting the walls with small black droplets with her flickering tail >”Language V, I’m going to have to wash your mouth with soap for that” >She tried to stick her tongue out at you, >When you hit her with the squirt bottle, she closes her eyes and tries to scrape her tongue clean >”Blegh” > “What the hell! You got it in my mouth!” >You spray more cleaning fuild on her, making sure her joints are soaked >”Honestly V, this was dumb even for you” >A black tinted liquid began streaking down you workbench and then into the drain >She can’t even speak properly, her tongue has become stuck to her lips >”Whaz, thaz subpost to mean” >You grab her by the cheek and wipe the oil off her face >”You can’t even open your mouth properly, dummy” >After discarding several rags, you finally see her skin layer >”Thatz, not tru! I can open ma mouth, juszt fine.” >You squirt some more fluid into a fresh cloth, as you watch her futile attempts >Her facial features still had a translucent gray sheen, but her display was simple enough to clean. >The same can’t be said for her hair, you’ll have to rise that off separately >You wipe the last of her face clean >You fetch a soft bristle brush from you tools >You hunch over her, gripping her cheek as you gently squirt small jets of degreaser fluid >The fluid dribbling into her mouth and settling on her tongue >”Don’t swallow this stuff, V. I know it’s very bitter, but you have to let it soak” >You tilt her head back, then prod the edges of her lips in an effort to weaken the seal >You feel V trembling, her eyes are closed tight >Gray strakes of liquid are coming from the edges of her mouth, her silva having mixed with the two substances >You hear a large gulp, V’s eyes tear slightly from the unpleasant sensation >She looks at you meekly, pleading with you not to make her do that again >Fortunately, you won’t, you take a thin blade and score the weakened oil seal >V is rigidly still as you cut >She breakers the seal on her lips then pulls away her tongue >She spits out whatever remained of the foul tasting liquid >V pushes herself to get up, you stop her >”No, V I’ve got to…” >Her warm metallic arms constrict around you. >V pulls you in for a hug, your clothes become drenched in half dissolved warm oil and her tail is wrapping around you >When you try to pull away, you hear some of your spine and chest joints pop >V places her clawed hand behind your head she pushes you into her flat hard mechanical boson. >Your face is covered in oil, knifed fingers work oil into your hair. > There’s no point in resisting so you relax in her embrace, you close your eyes and hug her back. >”You know V, I still have to clean your mouth, with soap” >Her tail unwraps from you, she swiftly releases you >Before you can even open your eyes, she’s already shoved you on the floor. >”…guess you’re right, I feel my teeth all slimy” >When you come to your senses you are greeted by the sight of V’s open mouth >Oil and saliva trails have formed between her teeth. Her tongue is just a bit past her lips >V snaps her mouth and speaks “I can brush my own teeth you know! But having you do it seems fitting for what you put me through” > Its your job and you love taking care of her, even if she’s the way she is. >V quickly looks away to hide her blush >Her head slowly swivels towards you >Steam leaves her open mouth with each breath >You place your thumb inside her mouth and stretch her cheek. You run the through brush on the base of her teeth >She can’t help herself but lick your oil stained finger clean >Her tongue tickles your finger, you take the brush out of her mouth and let her suck your thumb clean >V pushes your thumb out of her mouth with her tongue and lips >Then with both of her hands she sticks your index finger into her mouth >Her tongue quickly laps up the oil and moves on to the rest >Finger by finger V cleans your entire w >The way she was licking your hand was too much, you just couldn’t control yourself >You headpat V, ruffling her oily hair >V’s teeth lightly grip your hand then she shakes her head like an angry dog >Fucking adorable >She lets go of your hand, your cock is hard by now, but you won’t show it as it strains against your undergarments >V looks down as you try and hide your hard-on. >She opens her mouth, she licks her oil stained teeth. >”You know… you’ve been so rough cleaning me up, how about you show me how gentle you can be” >You pulled away in fear, you don’t know what got in you. You never looked at her that way before. > Her tail prevents you from pulling away any further. She slowly constricts you, reeling you in. >V opens her mouth >Her teeth are sharp and pointed, her hand places a soft tooth brush into your grasp. >She shows you her tongue, blushing, then she puts your thumb in her open mouth >The fact that she can kill you before you even react was something you never made conscious note of. >She rubs her smooth featureless crotch against your clothed manhood. Her legs wrapping around you >You spread apart her lips as you brush her teeth clean >V’s jaw slowly clamps around your wrist, she can easily crush your bones, and she wants you to know that. >You feel her teeth slowly dig into your flesh, you feel pressure in your arm. >The arousal and fear make the pain numb, the sharp sensation thrills and excites you >Your eyes tear in pain, and you suppress a scream >She pierces your flesh then she lets your hands be free >She watches as your blood pools around your wrist, then in drips >Only a single drop plummets on the floor before she contorts the tip of her to tongue to catch them >Her hands, pull you closer to her >She rolls her tongue to funnel the blood, into a small pool she’s formed in her mouth >She closes her mouth, she licks her lips, then she smiles. >”Thanks Anon, that really helped with that awful bitter taste. You’re such a sweetheart, has anyone ever told you that? >V opens her mouth to show you that she’s swallowed all your blood. >You resist the urge to kiss her as you grab her tongue with your free hand >Her breath is hot, you feel colder after she’s quenched her thirst. >You know V’s probably going to kill you, if you don’t finish servicing her
>>321709 >As you prepare to brush her tongue clean, she stops you >”Why?” She pauses for a second, the with a smug look she speaks. “Did, I scare you bloodbag?” >You look blankly at her and this betrays the fear you feel >”Oh God! I’m sorry. Here let me hold your arm for a second.” >You’re slow to react as you come off your endorphin high, she grabs your arm with one hand >You don’t resist her. >V’s other arm produced a roll of bandages, it didn’t dawn on you that her armament assembler could be used that way. >But she’s made that “bang” flag she speared a worker with once, yeah that thing is just a matter and nanite factory it can make anything, it’s very conveniently useful. >The tip of her tail strokes the back of your neck >V pulls you in closer, but her embrace is looser and not as rigid as before >”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re the only one who isn’t afraid of me. And you like me, so I thought you’d…” >You close your eyes and hug her closer. >”Honestly, I liked it. I liked how thrilling it was, I was definitely afraid I’d gone too far by making you drink cleaning fluid, and that you’d you know” >”Never! I knew you were messing around” >You steal V’s lips, her eyes widen with surprise >She kisses you back, you feel your manhood perk up as you lean into each other >V unbuckles your pants as you grab her rear end. >She breaks the kiss letting you breathe. >Your pants fall to the floor, you position your cock in between her smooth thighs >The still remaining worker drone oil acts as a lubricant as you grind against each other >Your erection rubs against her abdomen and crotch. >You both moan as you are reaching your climaxes. >You thrust upwards and she is practically riding you. >You slam her to merge your thrusts. > Her legs lock tighter around you as her tongue invades your mouth, a sharp tooth cuts a small wound into your lip >V savours your taste as you unload on her abdomen and thighs. She twitches as she reaches her peak >You feel the vibrations of her voice box as she moans into the kiss >You break away from her lips then V gets off of you >She scrapes some of your seed with her claws >After she runs her tongue across them, then she speaks >”You know I could use more deep cleaning every now and then” >V sways her hips more than usually as she walks away stained with your seed and covered in partially dissolved oil >You should probably just give her a bath, she’s still dirty even after all of this.
>>321694 >>321705 /MD/ is dead. The show is over, now it's only a cash cow to suck money with mediocre commercial. The thread has nothing to offer other than drama and fetish posting. Any interesting contribution will be lost to disgusting standards. If you think about it it's like how glitch refuses to do anything with it's side characters so is the thread.
>>321709 >>321710 Nice! Total Drone Maintenance! Imagine being a worker drone and you died so that a DD and a human can have lube for a thighfucking session
>>321708 >A human woman who shares similar needs and will give birth to a healthy human child. >A genocidal machine that sought to destroy your entire species and whose womb, filled with otherworldly flesh, is incapable of producing anything but other genocidal machines. Hmm, yes, anon, you're right, it's a tough choice.
>>321713 One will help you improve no matter what (Nanites son! They turn even the ugliest of neckbeards into machinepowered gigachads) the other will laugh at you if you're not 6ft tall+. And Drones can give birth to humans get the fuck out with your roastie propaganda
>>321720 Are you french by chance, with how much you like stinky cheese? And I uh... accidentally overwritten the orignal while making the edit... so I hope Nugget chan can post it again when she wakes up (if she's asleep)
>>321740 I'm just saying, it seems like if UV lights worked they would have figured it out considering they were researching anti-solver countermeasures
>>321741 >>321743 They use UV lamps combined with a giant electromagnet to temporarily contain Nori, they slightly burn the normally invisible solver limbs and strip away whatever effect cloaks them. Clearly the lamps aren't as effective as real sunlight would be, probably because like in vampire mythos it isn't just the light its the metaphysical implication of the sun rising on a new day. UV lamps will be effective because they'll slow and hamper DDs or can be used to constrain their movements or flush them out of hideouts, but wouldn't be sufficient for a primary weapon.
>>321745 I forgot about that detail anon, thanks for reminding me. That begs the question though why not napalm or other incendiaries. Maybe you could have some sort of combi weapon that fires bullets to penetrate a DD’s armor then dowse it with a flamethrower thus letting the fire burn them from the inside.
>>321747 >combi weapon that fires bullets to penetrate a DD’s armor then dowse it with a flamethrower thus letting the fire burn them from the inside. I've got a far simpler solution
All this forced drama and doomposting lately really does feel like someone got tired of these threads but decided to try burning them down instead of moving on like a normal person.
>incredible figures >wear vaguely Nazi-ish fetish outfits >past lives as impeccable housekeepers >are approximately 4'10", perfect for princess carries and IMAGINEing >are mindbroken damaged goods from murdering thousands of people across seven star systems futilely trying to satisfy their literal thirsts for blood Disassembly drone girls are such a cruel prank at the expense of red blooded heterosexual men (and red blooded lesbians I suppose).
>>321817 molly would be an easy one to moonscorch >recovering depressed murder drone >haunted by dead children in her dreams >feels like she'll hurt someone if she goes into a blackout murder spree
>>321812 Threads have gone downhill with or without drama. Everyone who matters left and only bottom of barrel was left or garbage kept recycling. It will die anyway eventually.
>>321868 you don't even need that, just keep her mouth shut long enough to avoid a railgun blast and learn that fighting back against the solver isn't doomed
>>321900 >be husband to snabby >doctor say snabby is have snabies >get excited for fatherhood and rush to hug snake wife >snabby foams at mouth and bite doctor in two >is okay, still love snabid wife
>>321906 Threads only meaningful content is spiteposting faggot shit like boy kissing/pregnancy or fetishizing, still glad the vore didn't last long enough.
>>321909 Lizzy you brat stop taking bait! Invisible (you)'s are still (you)'s! Yes! Even on a website without (you)'s! To the correction chamber with you!
>>321918 There's difference between complaining and pointing out the problems. Just look how you turned Mylo into another pervo ignoring all his clown show aspects. What's good will a new idea do if it has the same problems?
>>321918 He's right though. A good majority of Mylo posts now are just about how they want him to take it in the ass or getting harrassed by a femanon with no boundaries.
I'm not usually opposed to hornyposting but I must admit it is a bit tiring. Though I suppose it's on me for expecting every OC to have something interesting.
On a different note: Did anyone ever do anything with uh...what were they called? Harpooner drones? Or was it whaler drones? I forget. I remember seeing a snippet capped with that before New Years.
>>321925 Shared opinions, doesn't make us the same idiot. >>321926 They don't care. >>321928 Already exist: https://dronebooru.co/posts?tags=brick_brick+&z=5
Today I witnessed a hate crime. I was walking down the street and saw someone's unattended Drone crossing the street, when suddenly this car speeds up and almost ploys right into them. I then warched as a gang of 4 masked men exited the vehicle and forcibly pinned down the Drone in the middle of the road. To my utmost horror they then proceeded to force a pair of pants onto the Drone before getting back in their vehicle and speeding away.
Man, all drama and doom posting is so tiring. I'm still trying to either write or draw. >>321932 I had an idea for an emotionless doomer drone with antenna that show her real emotions like anime girl hair shape to a heart, here's a draft design: >>321924
Maid drones are still one of the most erotic things in this entire show for me. I think I'll write something with a maid drone as soon as I get an idea straight in my mind. Not gonna do any extreme fetishes, or canon characters, pretty straightforward greentext literotica.
>>321946 >Maid drones are still one of the most erotic things Yeah I agree and I have an idea I'm going to get around eventually... how well do you think WD! J and V can fix their damaged goods "master"?
>>321921 >What's the point of making something new if someone else might warp it's original meaning or only hornypost about it? The way I see it is there are a few tried and tested solutions to this universal problem
>Make the thing with explicit and exclusive ownership over it from the start and painstakingly smite down every contrary interpretation >Make the thing and simply ignore any/all interpretations others make of it that you don't like >Make the thing and never publicly release it so nobody ever has a chance to mess with it in the first place
>>321949 What I've got in mind is pretty vanilla, my rough idea right now is Anon is a young aristocrat staying at a relatives estate for a few weeks for some high-society speed dating, but its not going well. One of the higher ranking housemaid drones he regularly sees starts showing signs of flirtation and for some reason he's taken with her. Three escalating scenarios ensue, I'll keep it as close to canon drone anatomy as possible that still allows for some satisfying sexo
>be me, anon in this fucked up drone apocalypse. >I spot this cute worker drone. >blank visor, no emotions, black hoodie. >She always muttering shit like "the inevitable heat death of the universe awaits us all." Or some nihilistic nonsense. >goth vibes strong, but kinda hot ? >I gather my courage, i ask her out. >"so doomerdrone, how are your parents?" >"a disassembly drone ate them." > That total monotone, can't tell if it's a sarcastic joke or trauma dump. >I notice her antennae though, twitching like they have mind of their own. >I ask her out again on a whim >she shrugs "whatever, entropy wins anyway." >but antennae perk straight up like. >score, my first date under a collapsed building sharing oil rations. >she's droning on "existence is pain, why bother resisting the void?" >meanwhile her antennae wagging like a happy puppy tail. >i start recognizing the pattern and cracking the code: face deadpan, but antennae spill all the beans. >one day i ask her again on another date. >she orders concrete mix and rat poison. >wtf? >I confront her "babe, you okay? this looks sus as hell." >blank stare "it's for the rats." >antennae droop sad, then flicker hopeful like she's relieved. >turns out she had an infestation, and the concrete is to patch a hole in her room. >or so she said. >my date goes smooth, she's silent mostly but antennae spinning wild >"so, you like the date huh." >she leans on me "love is futile, but... thanks" >antennae twist into a goddamn heart shape. >wholesome doomer gf achieved. >I drop her off at her place. >she waves bye monotone, antennae all fluttery. >later that night, i sneak back cuz forgot my toolkit. >i peek in her room. >Maybe I shouldn't but curiosity got the better of me. >Her walls plastered with posters of me, anon-shaped plushies everywhere. >she's hugging one, muttering "one day you'll be mine... even if I have to poison you or trap you in concrete." >my doomer gf was also a yandere? >Jackpot, I never been turn on this much before.
>>321953 Didn't include this one because, at least for most people, I assume this is a given In regards to OCs (especially 'public' ones with no clear or otherwise completely anonymous owner) I personally view the way others utilize them akin to playing with dolls or action figures; I don't always vibe with the particular ways some people play with them but I still appreciate the fact that someone is at least having (hopefully) genuine fun with them
>>321964 That will be involved. >>321967 Null play doesn't really interest me, I sorta get why people like it but it's not my jam. Gonna write what I like and hope Anons enjoy it for the most part, if anyone wants to write a nullplay thing I'll be rooting for them.
Why should an anonymous user on an indonesian plantation forum being horny for a character have to harm your enjoyment of said character or dictate your interpretation of said character No one can stop your enjoyment of them but yourself
>>321929 >A good majority of Mylo posts now are just about how they want him to take it in the ass or getting harrassed by a femanon with no boundaries. I mean he did come from a shіtрost about how his audience was mostly fujos that wanted to see him railed
Alright, think I've reached an impasse with how much I can do so far, so might as well post Alice after tweaking her a bit, hopefully Anon can make the right choice. Ended up changing the face like 5 times because the cheeks were too fat, like what the fuck, feel like I was smoking crack making them too big
>>321975 >Anon is a human >Uploads himself to a drone body to try and get Akita to like him >She hates seeing him now, because he was able to make the change from flesh to metal, something she'll never get to do
>>321888 >>321893 Imagine the powerful muscles she's got in there. More than enough strength to squish you like a toothpaste tube. >>321942 Doesn't count, like first cousins every 80 years, give or take.
I think one of the problems with creating original content for Murder Drones is that the setting is pretty limited. we have fairly limited insight into the rest of the universe and copper-9 is either snowy wastes or inside concrete complexes. the church is the most unique setpiece but there's no explanation for why it's there. as a result, you can either try and wring a few more drops from one of the canon settings that are already spread thin, or try and create a new setting based on the tiny amount of info we have
>You stand by the triple-glass window, gazing out to the horizon where the stormy violet-orange face of this planets host gas giant is half-set >The fruity, glittery, overdone drink you nurse has been mixed to imitate it but you barely noticed and barely drank any >Too sweet, too much in this already stifling shut-in manor >Too much to eat, too much to drink, too many people jabbering away at each other until their voices all bleed together in your ears >Another aborted date tonight, the third since you've arrived for this little...function >Your first visit to this distant second-uncle-something's yearly event but judging by the progress so far not your last >If you're honest with yourself you doubt very much that you'll ever find an appropriate match here >The first woman was some kind of corporate predator, ten years your senior and dressed in a knife sharp, bright white dress with red trim >Her hands were clammy and impersonal and far too forward, pinching you, petting at you, clinging to you like you were an expensive car or some other commodity >The next one was some old money heiress, acted like you should marry her out of gratitude for the gift of her attention >Pass, you left her to the train of ladder-climbers trailing in her wake like remoras in their expensive new suits and cheap old shoes >This most recent failure was the least-unpleasant, she was just...vapid, she spent half the time you talked on her phone, she could only talk about the topics that it fed to her >Ten seconds of conversation, thirty seconds of scrolling, you'd ask a question you thought might spark something and she'd dip into the screen >Once you realized that you were having a date with a social media app in human form you simply let her bury her nose in the screen and faded discreetly out of her personal space >You'd threaded your way through the packed guests, past a few couples already getting to know eachother at the periphery and wandered your way here into this offshoot of a library wing with it's huge sunset-facing view
>Footsteps and the soft rustle of fabric behind you halted your drifting thoughts >You turned, expecting to see the phone girl, finally noticed that you'd rudely abandoned her, or perhaps some other prospect you'd have to put on an interested face for >It was just one of the maids >A robot, still not too common on your homeworld, done up to look like a period appropriate maid >Five feet tall, bright blue-tone symbolic eyes displayed on a face that was mostly burnished black screen >She was holding a drink tray perfectly balanced in one hand even as she dropped a deep curtsey, the faintest electric hum sounding with the motion >"Good evening Sir, might I refill your drink?" >Pleasant voice, very faint brogue in there that turned her "I" into "aye" and "Sir" into "Ser" with the barest hint of a roll on the "r" >It was impressively subtle, you wondered idly who would program such a thing into a multi-purpose worker bot >"No thanks, but you can take this for me." >"Would you prefer something else, Sir? Theres an excellent selection tonight." >"Does my uncle keep any of the Antarean brandy?" >"Yes sir, the 2890 vintage." >"I'll have it, thank you." >Your hands touch as you pass along the frilly party drink, for a moment you find yourself fascinated by the way her hand works >Perhaps it's because you've been palming ladies hands all night long, whatever the reason you find yourself holding her fingers lightly, running your thumb over the back of her knuckles >They're perfectly smooth, like porcelain, segmented fingers set in them with a nearly seamless fit >The glowing blue triangular light on the back of her palm creates a bit of warmth in the otherwise cool metal >Then you realize your lapse of decorum and swiftly release your hold >She isn't another rich potential future wife! This is your uncle's...home appliance! >The maid robot dips another slightly hurried curtsey and retreats, you could swear her face display was throwing what looked like a blush emote
>When she returns a few minutes later the tray is gone and she's holding a simpler drink tumbler in cupped hands >As she hands it up to you theres that same finger brushing contact again >You could swear this time shes the one lingering >Without a comment you knock back a quarter of the rich, almost red-caramel liquid >The taste is clean and sharp at first, before unrolling richly as it slides over your tongue and develops into an intense heat at the back of your throat >Potent stuff >Before you know it you've knocked back 2/3 of the glass and can already feel the prickling numb heat in your cheeks and mouth >You find yourself turning more introspective, a unique effect of the slightly psychoactive Antarean fruit the drink is named for >Staring off into the distance, your vision tinged with the same cherry tint as the alcohol, this whole outing has been a huge mistake, and you won't find any suitable companions here >"Something else I can get for you, sir?" >"Refill" >Distantly you realize she had been standing there, waiting for you to ask the whole time...strangely attentive for a maid at a party with over a hundred other guests >When she returns you've settled into a chair facing the window, attention lost in the way that setting sunlight casts odd lurid shadows across the gas giant's boiling clouds
>"Is something the matter, sir?" >You tip your glass, a whole third in one burning swallow >Your fingertips and toes feel distant from you, it requires effort to translate the words from your brain to your tongue >"It's hopeless, this whole deal." >"Sir?" >"This...pretentious speed dating...thing. Nobody here fits me. They're all...just bloody boring, or conniving...ah Idunno" >"There's no connection. I couldn't get any one of them to really tell me what they were interested in...seems like a bloody simple question eh?" >You jab a finger at her, causing her to hop to attention slightly >"What're you interested in?" >This is completely ridiculous, she's a domestic robot, you're making a fool of yourself >"I like adventure novels, sir. Mostly. When I'm ahead of schedule I like to come here to the library wing and read. You picked out one of the best views, Sir." >That throws you for a loop >"Whats your preference? Krogg the Conqueror or The Preacher?" >Maybe she's just reciting canned responses, maybe this is one of those central house AIs and it's trawling the 'net right now for a response it thinks you'll like, it'll be something generic and non-offensive
>"Personally, sir, the Krogg series grosses me out. I get the appeal for lads but theres too much blood and guts for my circuits...sir. Preacher is...kind of dreamy though." >She's gotten closer to you, you can hear a faint hum of servos and hush of fans coming from her >Her hair smells good...clean soap and fresh fabric, the slightly sugary smell of fresh new plastic >"He's quiet and stoic...lots of byronic brooding... >You realize you're leaning towards her, the two of you like a pair of conspirators, faces mere inches away >It must be the drink...your body seems to be running almost on autopilot >Your hand is on her slender upper arm, cool flexible rings of metal beneath the puffy sleeve, it takes only a tiny bit of pressure to draw her to step forward then kneel down until she's half-sitting on the arm of the chair >Her digital eyes are half-shut, that display really is throwing a blush emote onto the area where her cheeks would be >Your hand wanders from her shoulder to her collar to the back of her neck, buried in curls of silky synthetic hair >Your mouths connect slowly, at first you have to prod her lips gently with your tongue >She clearly isn't programmed how to kiss, but she leans into it anyways, her own tongue large and mobile against your own >Its a long, long moment before the two of you part, breathing heavily and staring at one-another in shock
>>321972 Anon, everything people do on these forums, they do only because they enjoy it. Both drama posting and doom posting only exist because anons enjoy it, so don't try to explain anything to them: they already understand, they just enjoy it.
>A WD solver host and a DD can have a spawn child that takes the shape of a grub (similar to a grub beetle) >This horrendous spawn can grow into a strange mix of WD and DD >Or it could be a terrifying solverpede creature. >Uzi was pregnant with one of these spawns but she decided to commit abortion by coathanger, but it did not work well. So N had to do a harsher or clean procedure...
This is def not written under the effects of alcohol, listening to blank banshee on a loop and reading a angsty fic on AO3
>>321948 Honestly they are, drones in general are pretty neat and I wish they were real so I could become a drone technician in real life or something.
>>321889 Yeah that's true, a whole lot of men are also hopeless romantics too for better and/or for worse. am also speaking from experience of course since I am one
A John and Hilal green >"What do I look like too you?" >...That was the question that John ask Hilal >He seen her around a few times with Beretta and them. Especially around Cyn. Though reserved she's kind and well mannered >Though.... >Anytime he tries to talk to her...she always remained silent. Distant. Always a sad expression everytime he talks to her >So one day...he confronted her. Asking her why she always give a sad expression when he's around,why be so distant and silent, why treat him with such...Pity... >Hilal didn't say much when he first ask...the air was deafening as both of them stood there as trees in the forest...till eventually she spoked >"I can see what a being is like. Measure how they are, see what they truly are deep inside. Sometimes it's an animal. Sometimes it's a weapon. And sometimes things that are other worldly...I react and respond accordingly for this is nature and within nature there's a hierarchy" >"So when I see uzi, all I see is nothing but a meak bird...but when I see Ms.Cyn...I see nothing but a great maul ready to consume everything and so I bow down...but you...John...all I see is nothing but broken...Ms.Switch told me about your conversations that you have with them" >Thus brought back John to his original question:"What do I look like too you?" >Her response tooked him off guard not because it came from pity or sorrow...but...love... >Hilal:"Tired...That's all I can see from you John...and you deserve to rest...you been awake long enough...and Ms.Switch knows that too" >Hilal:"So please rest..." >John:"...I cannot..." >Hilal:"Why...why keep yourself awake for this long..." >John:"...there's an old song that I know of...it goes like this: "You can run from your demons until you are exhausted One day you will have to stop and find out what they wanted"....So I stop and I'm still waiting for my demon to come and give them what they wanted..." >John:"....nothing more...nothing less..." >She didn't say anything but gave that sad expression >And behind those eyes was nothing but hearbreak >Not because of the truth that he told her but instead the fact that she couldn't help him >No solution she can think of to help John rest...No wonder why before she departed she gave him a hug...That marks the second person that John didn't budge nor fight back upon when giving him a hug
>>322025 Bad faith actors and scum were less prominent because of all the amount of activity. The show ending and the shitty people being shitty drove people away to the point that the passionate, the parasocial and the scum are most of what's left.
>A J's jobbitude is proportional to how lonely she is >Js are, by nature, solitary creatures who focus on ladder-climbing >This means their performance suffers, and they never make it above being literal office drones >If one did have someone to rely on, they could reach the executive status every J covets >But that's asking a lot, such as one actually accepting help and realizing how important camaraderie is to them
>Be anon >Go on a picnic with Pavo. He invited you as an old friend(you worked as a janitor at the base, no homo) >The road is long: environmental laws after the war became too strict even by your own standards, so camping spots are severely limited >Even though Pavo's car, which clearly costs more than your entire fucking life, drives smoothly, there is deadly boring >Your friend notices your sour mug >"Hey, anon, maybe you want some music?" >Hah, that's an interesting proposition, but you have your doubts >"Are you sure? It's just that, you know, I have specific tastes in music." >The overgrown peacock merely grinned and pointedly adjusted his bangs >"Trust me, anon, I doubt you listen to anything even remotely as awful as what Techanon listens to." He leans over slightly and covers his mouth with hand, as if his technician could actually hear you from miles away. "He's listening to throat singing!" >Even though you have no idea what the hell it is, you put on a shocked face to convey your horror >Honestly, you'd really like to lighten the mood a little, and it would be rude to refuse, but... >"Look, thanks, but you might not like this. This... might hurt your feelings a little." >This time, he's already rolled his digital eyes, like a teenager whose parent warned him about the dangers of smoking >"Come on, anon, go for it! My acoustic sensors can handle an hour and a half for a friend." >Okay >You take out your phone and connect it to the car stereo, turn the volume up to near maximum, and find your album >You press play >Behold the real music! Powerwolf - In the Name of God (Deus Vult) >The car's speakers erupted with drums, the guitar began to groan like steel, and the vocalist's deep voice ignited the very blood >You looked at Pavo to see if you should turn off the heretical song, and you froze, struck in the soul >In his unblinking eyes, you saw something indescribable, as if God himself had joined your heart and its core, now beating in unison with the song >Together, you cried out: >"IN THE NAME OF GOD!"
>>322033 >>322046 Give grubby a chance, how do you know he's evil if you didn't even let him take a step outside her mom?? >>322061 keeter is this bugdrone but with pretty privileges.
>>321934 I will not apologize for doing the LORD's work of putting pants on these innocent friendbots who are taunting us all with their shiny metal asses. They don't know what they're doing, which is why it is the responsibility of me and my comrades to put chinos on them.
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>As demonstrated before, you don’t need to romantically compete over the same guy to dislike another girl.
Anyways, this was the last of the ideas I had for Constanze when I decided to actually work the idea out last year. Might have more comics involving her in the future but this is all for the time being. Unless I see ideas I like (her being some kind of military leader in the Solver war >>319577, >>320968, >>320969 was not something I planned, but I thought the idea was funny when someone suggested it).
No.322137 Anon Who Hasn't Realized People Are At Work/School/Spending Time With Fa
>>322136 I'm gonna be honest I have nothing against Constanze, but I also think Tessa deserves support since she's /ourgirl/ and thus I must join her in coping, seething and malding
>>322136 Constanze's parents are the complete opposite of Tessa's. They sincerely love her and will always support her, no matter what she decides, becous they trust her as a healthy and fulfilled person. That's why Constanze, unlike Tessa, has become not a fetishistic Satan costume, but a standard-bearer for humanity.
I kinda wanted to come up with a human character who got stuck on the theme park planet as a little girl and learned to survive on her own on a planet of insane modified drones, but then I realized she'd have no way of learning more complex tools or traps– or even more basic things like algebra. writefags, how much thought do you put into things like that? how often do you have to ignore the holes in a story or idea?
>>322150 I have a counterproposal: turn off all your electronic devices and go outside for a walk, to a café, a park, a movie, maybe a museum. There are regular robotics exhibitions in my city, and I think you could find something equally interesting in yours.
>>322152 I had a pitch idea of human factory that made drone theme toy and get infected by solver shenanigans it is just MD playtime but it would be neat if we have a monstrous Molly plushie.
>>322152 You’ll get better with time. At least that’s how it worked for me. When I was a little anon I used to write fanfics like most anons. My fanfics were bad because I didn’t know what I was doing but as I got older writing became easier. Just give it time and do it.
>>322165 NTA. Text analysis really helps improve my writing. Thanks to the anons who offered me greens when I asked. I've noticed a couple of characteristics of high-quality writing that I'd noticed but couldn't grasp before. Now I know what I need to do, and I'm striving to improve my greens through practice.
I no longer delete my greens after writing - I post them to see if I'm on the right track.
>>322215 I remember seeing her around the threads or the booru. Was she the magical girl that turns people into mutants? I originally though she a member of this band.
>>322238 Funnily or unfunnily enough, the content I have seen that it gets the most adverse reactions is Vicious' guro content. I have seen the parasites and nail gun cbt, I wonder if there's a cap. To anyone reading this, what's something that scares you?
>>322237 We had a couple of great greens about her, and it looks like I forgot to save them. God, my great-grandfathers beat up Nazi scum and then rebuilt the country so that in 1961 Yuri Gagarin became the first man in space, and I can't even save a couple of fucking lines of text.
I'm going to go to bed now. Could someone please find them and link them so I can save them tomorrow after work?
>>322241 I don't know, I've never had a bad reaction to Vicious or Pocket's work. There's a bit of shock and absurdity, yes, but that's because some of their work is genuinely daring (especially Vicious), and that's precisely why I like them.
If I wanted to watch sterile content, I'd set up parental controls or move to England.
>>322241 Something that scares me is the idea that I could see something that nobody else would believe, like what I mean is If I see a deer on the side of the road one night, standing on its hind legs staring at me and then walks away like a human, man that shit will definitely destroy my worldview overnight.
>>321945 ahhhhhhhhhhh, fine, guess I do have some door ideas that sound pretty good >door that opens just that slightly more when it was supposed it bump you >a fake door that makes WD sounds so that DD go in, only to get find nothing except a UV light, pointed directly at them >bar door that adjust it’s location when there’s a small person going in, Returning to its original position afterwards >door that reads the room, knowing when two people are about to fuck, closes and locks the door by itself, degree of AI >door that sends a none lethal electric shock to the grounded individual, perfect for misbehaved daughters and sons that were trying to leave their rooms
>>322256 >door that reads the room, knowing when two people are about to fuck, closes and locks the door by itself, degree of AI A room that is always watching, so to speak. We already kind of have that, with rooms that are always listening.
>>322257 A schizoid posted a link to Pocket's Twitter account, mocking his misfortune(everything's resolved, I'm glad you're okay now, Pocket).
I'm fucking stunned. We literally have a stalker in /co/, but the stupidest thing is, this isn't the first time someone's been banned for Twitter links. What are all these idiots thinking?
>>322259 it would be built into the door, closing and locking itself, opening in two ways, after the people within had seeking their desire of pleasure, or just opening it from the inside the room normally, effective to not disturb someone having sex, or someone walking in on you having sex
>>322268 >>322270 I do not. The basic gist is it's now a series of funposts made out of a cropped Midna anal vore pic >>322269 Unverifiable, as of yet. And now some nigger is trying to spin it as a conspiracy.
>>322269 Has anyone actually verified that the name given is explicitly linked to the alias known as tomoe? Who's to say he didn't leak it himself? Seems rather curious it comes two days before the debacle with Pocketsteaks and then the comparison arrives.
>>322288 I care about you knowing you're a subhuman for knowing and unironically using the word "ponut", sure. but your opinion means less than shit to me. go back to your containment board and stay there, horsefucker.
>>322296 wasn't pillar also a brony? I feel like I remember him ranting about how the MLP fandom was better at staying faithful to the source material than us or something
>>322290 it means so less, gets mad over it out nothing, you know what ponut is as well, brain dead fuck, imagine being this pathetic subhuman, starts shit over the word ponut, a retarded response for just that alone, keep that ponut rent free in your head, hope it dies with whatever shit you surround yourself in
>>322296 >new It was no secret that a fair few anons here and on /co/ when Murder Drones was still airing were of the technicolour horse enthusiast variety 16 years ago. >>322297 Who cares about the greekling?
/co/ with N acting like a dog(yjk) And then there's here, with anons talking about waifuing pastel colored mares. Some got an interesting taste. >>322300 waddup
>>322318 ahem, the vocal horsefucker. >>322320 >Uzi, being the chaos creature she is, carefully rests her spawn on top of Lizzy's head >Lizzy on the other hand, actually took a liking to the solverspawn and treats it like a regular pillbaby
>>322307 They're not human either. >>322325 Bestiality can scandalize many anons, very understandable. Never let em know your True Power. >>322334 Haha, he's just like a giant isopod, kind of cute. You know I would have no issue bonding and mating with a J or Cyn centipede and producing a lot of these with them.
>>322363 >N finds a sleeping bag in the shape of a grub >In a sleepover he gifts it to Uzi >Uzi in her angsty fit accepts it >Now she has become the worm for him to cuddle at night >My grub girlfriend
>>322368 YO NO DIJE ESO DO NOT EAT THE CHILD ITS NOT FOOD, CORRE ANON CORRE
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>>322372 Gomenasorry, you see, the pillbaby omelette fanarts made me think otherwise. And what did our favourite smelly gremlin decide to name the lil bugger? >>322385 Are sentinel drones sentient enough to have any semblance of nuance? It's funny on greentext format, but I would catalog them as retarded or unrefined if they're on/off about the threats they face without any kind of judgement.
>>322399 No fucking vore it's gross post actual things the thread likes like testicle mutilation, cheese dicks, bloodplay, snuff, rape, gay porn, lesbian porn, crossdressing, feet, and hard vore/actual cannibalism
>>322406 >Liams spawn becomes a normalfag to rebel against his father >He prefers human women without pyschopathic tendencies and don't leave their mouths open for no reason
Does anyone remember the Vickers-University jokes? What if we turned that into an actual premise/greentext? Asking here because the Liam thread is empty at the moment
>>322343 Only disassembly drones and sentinel drones have muscles, and they're hidden under hard, unyielding metal, so you're unlikely to notice the difference between a pumped-up drone and a non-pumped one.
>>322366 Oh well, that's nothing. I remember the times when burgeranons would fill the entire thread overnight, and I'd have to spend an hour and a half reading all the posts with greens and arts. Sometimes it was just pure drama, unfortunately.
>>322390 Well, they see a real nightmare every day related to everything that concerns solver, so I wouldn't blame them too much for being very biased towards solver sapiens like Akita.