/md/ - Murder Drones

>>345510
Have you managed to save for retirement?

>>345513
In her belly there are at least five planets with all their inhabitants.

>>345516
They are all in literally hell.

>>345515
tags: planet_vore, hammerspace

I tried putting some colorful clothes on M(ime) but as soon as they were on the color drained completely out of them until they were black and white

Anon your Jife has jobbed so hard she shrunk and became a joblin

>>345513
Anon, how long have you been drawing? Your style reminds me a lot of Grimahlnik, the old drawfag.

>>345513
Cute, not sexy cute just cute cute. I lost my favorite minecraft sword named after an admin that got banned for talking to kids. I mean he got what he deserved but I'm a bit upset because those swords got renamed after he was banned and mine didn't get renamed and it was rare because of that.

>>345528
Ah well: such is life. Out of curiosity how did you lose it anyways? Died with it? Stolen?

>>345530
>>345529
Dropped it mid flight over the ocean, the dolphins probably moved it. I guess they'll put it to good use.

>>345526
I've been drawing since I could hold a pencil! But I've been working on my art seriously since 2021. So about 5 years. Still a long ways to go though

Repostin >>345212
Sorry I always tend to post updates and art at the dead of night on a Sunday, I'm gonna be drawing both Buck and Miri soon(tm), if I'm lucky I might have a very rough sketch done tonight, if not then probably tomorrow night.

>>345532
Oh well, it’s obvious, your work shows experience.

>>345534
Aw thank you! That's nice to hear when I'm always criticizing myself haha

>>345536
Not strawberryanon but good work anon

>>345538(me)
>>345536
By the way if this seems crispy it's just because I couldn't upload the proper resolution here. The more readable version is on upload cue for the booru.

>>345536
>>345540
>Damn, the longest cap of any green i made.
It might take me a while to continue it. I don’t really have the motivation right now. I already have the beginning and the ending planned out, but I always struggle with the middle that connects them.
For now, I’d rather focus on some self-contained greentext ideas, like Patch!Cyn meeting a Parasiteless! Solara.

I gave uppies to a drone once, ONCE! AND NOW EVERY TIME I GO OUT IN PUBLIC I GUVE UPPIES TO AT LEAST TWENTY DRONES BEFORE I CAN DO ANYTHING!

>>345543
Just wear a badge that says "I am a skinjob". That repels any drones real quick.

Btw is blackhand gonna do an April Fools event again, kinda like from last year?

>>345545
My bet is that he'll implement a filter that autotranslates everything into vrilspeak

>>345537
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TkJdPOSIgt4rh5XixAWp1PNUyKUbjNHy/view?usp=sharing

>>345541
Yo, Elf and my main man Hastur are playing Minecraft?

Since Uzi will just respawn them, punishing murggers for their crimes by forcing them to watch SWAP.avi

I have given Y a jar of Nuln Oil paint and told her not to drink it
Now that I planted the seed, it is inevitable that she drinks it

>>345550
>Y drinks the liquid skill
>Becomes competent

>>345552
>Posting vore bait
Fag

>>345552
Reminds me of the X-COM: UFO Defense map.

>>345555
>The first anons thought when they see Earth, their homeworld, is a vore bite
It's over, trillions must burn in a nuclear fire.

Did we die for a bit?

>>345558
Yeah lost the server for about five minutes, Error 500, a little sluggish to re-load too.

>>345551
There's a qualitative difference between rending and maiming in a Satanic blood rage, and shitting and puking into a distended butthole then eating the puke/shit combo.

>>345564
May Lord bless the Union's education system!

>>345565
Kek, I wil wait.

>you bought a V model worker drone before the war started
>you were lonely and wanted company
>during the war she almost killed you after becoming a murder drone but a plot hole, a literal tear in space time, saved you and threw you years into the future after the war ended
how does your reunion with your V go?

>>345569
Chant it

>>345570
Normally tessa makes sure her drones get uppies
This time she gets uppies

bought a second hand deep fryer drone from JcJonald's for dirt cheap. she's in good nick but apparently because of some productivity monitoring system she has to be full of hot oil at all times. did I fuck up?

Solverpede Beretta being really protective of her Solver sapien brother Mac since he's too soft and squishy to fight off Femanons, only flee and/or hide from them: how cute is this?

>>344151
>As you follow Switch through the hallways towards the orientation, she suddenly stops and you almost face plant into her metal posterior.
>”What did Harper tell you about me?” She says as she keeps looking forward.
“Whuh?”
>Switch turns around and peers down at you. “I watched the two of you talk for a solid minute through the window and none of you noticed me. What did she say about me?”
>Spying a bit too much, aren’t you? You should probably tell her the truth.
“She told me your previous technicians were assigned to you for about six months.”
>She raises her digital eyebrow. You don’t know if that’s good or bad.
“She told me that you’re emotionally disturbed. That you really want a friend.”
“…she also said you fought in the war. Before you were what you are now.”
>If you thought that her gaze earlier today was soul-piercing, you now feel like she’s imagining tearing you apart molecule by molecule.
“She also said that you lost someone during the war.”
>Switch steps closer to you. She stares at you, very tensed up for a drone, and you stare back. You must assert some dominance over her before she smashes your skull it.
>That doesn’t happen fortunately. She just narrows her eyes at you. “Harper knows barely anything I went through.” She turns around and continues walking. “Neither do you.”
>The two of you continue walking without saying anything to one another.

>The orientation is pretty average. History about the Sentinel Drone program, some technical details, what to do and not to do, etc. Most of the stuff was either dull or boring to keep track of.
>There were other technicians and Sentinel Drones. Probably assigned to the newbie technicians just like you. Some of them looked like brand-new Sentinel Drones, you can feel the newbie energy oozing off them, while others looked like veterans and knew what they were doing.
>They were all asking questions, you included. But Switch? She said nothing. She was just staring in silence the entire time, standing right next to you like a tree, looking around the room in disdain. Some of the technicians and SDs felt off put by her presence as they kept giving her nervous glances.
>After about 2 hours, the seminar ends. Tomorrow’s gonna be another one which will focus on basic technical work on SDs and that’s what you’ll be doing for a few weeks.
>The SDs were asked to lead their technicians to their individual workshops where they get routine examinations and repairs. The moment you enter the workshop you notice a few things.
>There’s a metal slab in the middle of the room with one of these surgeon lamps above it. Right next to it is a large table with many drawers with various tools. On top of the table is a high-tech looking terminal and some tools you don’t recognize.
>On the other side, you notice something that’s not workshop-esque. It’s a small wooden desk with very few items on it. There’s just two books, what looks like a diary, 3 music CDs and 2 film DVDs. Laying on the desk is a very ornately decorated rapier with gemstones. Just above the desk is a blue flag nailed to the wall with a big white N on it with two triangles on the top left and bottom right.
“Ooh! Shiny!”
>You approach the rapier and reach out for it but Switch, with unnatural haste, slaps your hand away. “Don’t touch that. It’s expensive.”
“Jeez I just got curious! What even is all this anyway.”
>”Memorabilia from my previous occupation. All I have left after everything else was destroyed.”
“That sounds rough. What’s up with the flag?”
>”The organization I worked for before coming here. Doesn’t matter anyone, they’re all dead.”
“Oh. Really rough.”
>As you look around the room more seeing how it’s barren even for a workshop, you notice something secluded in the corner. A small table, small enough that you must crouch to use it. On it are a bunch of herbs and flowers, small papers written in Chinese, a cup with what looks like incense sticks.
>On an even smaller pedestal is a framed picture. There’s a Worker Drone in there that looks like Switch with the same hairstyle but acid green eyes. She’s holding the camera and is kissing…that’s not human. She’s kissing some sort of alien on its cheek. It’s blue with blue fur and dark eyes. It has antennae on its head that looks like a moth’s except bigger.
>An altar. This is a worship altar. What the hell?
“What…what is that?”
>”A shrine dedicated to the person Harper mentioned.”
“Who is she? And why does he look like…that? Not human?”
>”I will not talk about him. Enough for today. Go back to your room.”
“Listen, I really wanna know why he looks like that! Are aliens---”
>”Now.” Switch says in a tone that makes you feel fear and not just annoyance from her attitude. You’re hitting on a bunch of personal topics so you excuse yourself and leave the workshop. Switch stays behind.
>Now that’s got you curious and wondering. Who was that and was it an alien? You simply must know. You know it’s bad to get into people’s personal stuff but since you’re stuck with her, you might as well squeeze out what you can out of her through sheet grit. And some annoyance.