/md/ - Murder Drones

Why do we still advertise the booru when they can't even bother to advertise us back?

>>347368
do you have the stupid?

>>347349
buni

Easter?
Where's Westler then, huh?

Masqy's clone

>>347358
Looks cool. It's best to move this to a new thread; some anons don't read the final posts.

>>347372
You're never gonna match Aliceanon's autism, man.

>>347368
Kys nigger

We need drones in playboy bunny costumes!
Drone boys and girls!

Easter Princesses but they're drones.

The price of drone pil rose to $15.99 9/10 a gallon! This is fucking bullshit!

>>347377
Awww

>>347371
does he have 7 minutes to spare?

>>347381
new buffanon?

>>347385
nope, this is old af but im drawin her rn

>>347386
good to hear youre still around

>>347388
i like the gal's gun

>>347388
Swell. Look forward to the finished trio.

>>347380
>>347388
Based

>>347389
Thanks, I've always struggled to come up with a consistent design for it but I think now I'm zeroing in on something I prefer.

>>347394
Those eggs look suspect to me...

>>347386
Nice to see you, can't wait for more Ivory

>>347393
>BDSM OOGI
This is a horror, but I must admit I want to see a version that you put effort into, the outfit is creative

Sentimomma Ivory will raise a Big Guy 4 u

>>347395
Does he sound like Brock

>>347386
Yee
Don't let the alcohol win too bad

>>347394
Why are you looking at me like that

>>347394
> sweating
where did those eggs come from Akita
where did they come from

>>347395
she is just far away and he is close to the camera
right?

>>347393
> someone sat on Uzi so she's extra short now

>>347394
Delicious!

>>347393
don't listen to them, we still love you berryboy

>>347388
Sir Phoenix, why hast thou forsaken the iconic spade shaped tail in thine sentinel drawings of newe?

>>347395
The bastard looks pretty brutal, a true son of his father.

>>347398
It's literally her job as a mother.

>>347394
Just noticed Keet has long hair in this

>Be me Anon.
>I’m sitting with Emily in the library as she quietly reads a Christian book.
>"So, Anon..."
>"Since you arrived, you just been sitting quietly and just watched me read."
>"Are you gonna read something? It's been... like a half an hour already."
>"I mean-I, don't misunderstand, I love having you around and all..."
>"But, well, um..."
>"But this is a l-library."
>"Do you want to read or just hangout?"
>"Oh, so you really came for a book."
>"So, what book are you looking for?"
>"Something specific like holding hands with a drones tutorial or romance..."
>"I don't know what came over me, forget what i said and robo-god please forgive me for my sinful thoughts."
>...
>"Anon? "
>"You actually want a book on dating?!"
>Emily blushed a little and smiled gently.
>"Oh, sorry, it's just that... That was a little surprising coming from you for all people. "
>"Let me check quickly... maybe over in this section... ?"
>"Forgive me for asking Anon but..."
>"With being the only human alive, why would you find drones attractive?"
>...
>"A drone too cute and special for you to ignore, you say...?"
>"Wow, Anon... That's amazing news!"
>"Well, I'm glad you finally found some drones to love."
>"You know I've always prayed to robo-god for you to be happy..."
>"May I know the name of the lucky one? "
>You refuse to give their name but you said they have a special blue hair.
>"Oh Rebecca...?"
>"W-Well, she sure is a pretty cute, it's just... "
>"Nothing! I mean... I have to go."
>"H-Here's your b-book, Anon!"
>"It's l-late already and as a good drone. I should be heading home sooner than later"
>"THANKS, BYE!"
>Before Anon try explaining himself that he was talking about her, Emily rushed to the exit.
>He noticed what it look like...tears on her visor?
>"AAAAHH"
>"I'M SO STUPID!"
>"WHY WOULD THE MOST WONDERFUL BEING AND ROBO-GOD GIFT ITSELF EVEN NOTICE ME?"
>"I'M JUST..."
>"I'm... Just... the final girl."
>"The only one left after all options has been exhausted."

>>347407
If we take N and his team, then male drones are noticeably higher than female drones, this even applies to worker drones, so it's canon.

>>347408
It isn't completely gone, I just made it asymmetrical so that it attaches to the acid cannister the same way as a show accurate DD stinger does.
It brings K's design closer in to canon accurate without totally sacrificing the unique shape.

>>347409
inherited the hips from his mom and the shoulders from hi dad
a true sentinel drone right there

>Femdrone's wiki page says that she's 5'4"
>DDs can't even reach the height of a teenage girl and they tower over WDs
If Femdrone really is 5'4 then she's gigantic by WD standards.

>>347416
He looks like an extremely impressive fighting unit. He will kill many murder drones in his long life.

>>347397
Another day, too tired and eepy.
>>347406
So, what did you bring for Strawberry Drone’s birthday or were you too busy hunting easter eggs?

>>347417
N is 5'4".

>>347411
fluffy keeter...

>>347424
>"So... What's been keeping you up?" she asks, "Don't tell me you're nervous too."
>"I dunno." the juggernaut shrugs.
>"Are you... um, worried about something?"
>"I told you, I don't know." 457 pauses and fidgets with his collar, trying to rationalize his thoughts, "Maybe I am, maybe not. Well, drone-somnia isn't a thing as far as I know, so that can't be it, right?" he forces out a chuckle.
>Masqy doesn't laugh. She stares off into the distance, "So you're worried then." She has an idea of what the enforcer's thinking about right now, but is she ready to hear it from him? "...Probably." she tacks on that word at the end to deescalate the conversation.
>Jugg shoots her a glance, "Yeah."
>"Huh?"

>N457 averts his gaze once more, embarrassed with what he just blurted out. This drone stares death in the eyes on a daily basis, yet this little lady has him out of his depth. He's never had to choose his words this wisely before, even when face to face with a furious Jones.
>...Jones. Oh, what he'd give to get chewed out and beaten up by him right now, it'd be less of a hardship than this. This nearly 7 foot tall automaton is shaking in his boots at the thought of spilling his feelings.
>Masqy breaks the silence, derailing the juggernaut's train of thought, "...Thanks."
>"What?"
>"I said... uh... I appreciate that you're..." she stops, feeling a bit flustered. He eagerly waits for her to finish, ecstatic that he's not the one going first.
>"That you're worried about me." She raises her voice slightly, taking on a more confident tone. He's always wanted to hear this, but now that the time has come... he can't accept it, his walls can't come down so suddenly.
>"Hey, I never said-" Juggernaut No. 457 bites the tongue he doesn't have. No, there'd be no point in that. He needs to be honest, not dismissive.
>"...Just doing my job."
>The two sit in silence, a thousand thoughts running through both their minds.
>The juggernaut makes up his mind first. He's strong, real strong, strong enough to say what needs to be said. He doesn't want to do it, he can't, he's nervous, he feels like he's sweating, though he has no sweat glands.
>What is he supposed to do? Should he let this opportunity pass him by? He doesn't want that, now's the right time and place. They have privacy, they're bored, they're...

>"Y'know... I've noticed the way you've been looking at me lately." the enforcer begins.
>"Huh, wha-?!" Masqys eyes widen as a subtle blush spreads across her visor. She didn't think he'd actually say something.
>"You've been eyeing me up and down, haven't you, little lady?" his eyes seem different, they display an expression he's never worn. He looks smug, cocky, even... and aroused.
>"I... uh... I-" she stumbles over her words. She's dreamed of this day, or, well, night, for so long... but now that it's here, she has no idea what to do.
>"Be honest." he gets closer, "Do you like me?"
>Masqy feels like she's been set ablaze. Her whole body is hot with either shame, or something else entirely. She wants to speak, but the words won't come out.
>Masqy clears her throat, "...Y-yeah."
>"How much?" he doesn't miss a beat, crawling even closer. Masqy's pushed onto her back as her partner intrudes on what little personal space she has.
>She stares up at the large figure draped in shadows, quietly whimpering.
>"I like you too." he says, leaning in close, as if he's about to kiss her with the mouth he doesn't have, "...A lot."
>Jugg caresses the side of Masqy's fluffy bob, his hot breath fogging up her visor.
>"And neither of us can sleep, so..." he plays with her hair, twirling around his finger.
>Her breathing quickens, her mouth is left agape. Since when were those hands capable of anything other than violence?!

>>347425
>"...Please." she mutters. The juggernaut's eyes shrink into tiny red pupils. He knows exactly what this one word means, it's the go-ahead he's been waiting for.
>"If you insist."
>Jugg slips his hand under her sweater, feeling the soft, rubbery stomach, before moving up to her sensitive chest. An alert temporarily replaces one of her eyes as Masqy overheats.
>She places her hands on his thick forearm, holding onto it for dear life. His touch causes her to grip even tighter.
>Her breath hitches. She lets go, frantically pulling at his coat. Masqy tears it open with hysterical strength, revealing the the juggernaut's bare chest.
>Masqy runs her hand across the battle-scarred chassis, feeling the scratches on the surface. She can't help but make noise at the mere texture.
>Masqy stops at the core. She puts her palm on the hatch, feeling the metal warm up. It stings, it almost burns, but she doesn't want to remove her hand.

>The little drone's gentle touch is unlike anything 457's ever felt before. It elicits a low groan from him, a sound that surprises both of them, "You're such a tease..." he slowly tears off her sweater.
>Only now does the little drone realize what she's gotten herself into. This beastly... drone, if you can even call it that, is about to ravage her fragile body, ruin her! ...The thought alone drives her crazy.
>"Now he reaches for her skirt. It's happening. They're about to have the night of a lifetime...
>NOT ON MY WATCH! I'M PUTTING A STOP TO THIS TOMFOOLERY!
>Jones appears, or, to be more precise, has been sitting inside the tent this whole time. Nobody noticed him because he's Commander Jones. He leaps off the chair... Wait, since when has there been a chair in the tent?
>HOLY JESUS. HOOOLY JESUS! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, SOLDIER?! YOU CAN'T FUCK THAT LIL' ASS DRONE!
>"You... Since... What? How long have you been here?!" N457 is screaming internally.
>I KNEW YOU HAD A FEW SCREWS LOOSE, BUT THIS? THIS IS NASTY EVEN FOR YOU! EVER HEARD OF DICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!?
>"Be quiet, man!" jugg shushes his own commander, "You're gonna wake everyone up!"
>OH, AND YOU POUNDING THAT POOR WORKER DRONE INTO THE EARTH WOULDN'T? WE'D FEEL THE GOD DAMN SEISMIC WAVES!
>"Relax, relax!" Juggernaut No. 457 stands up, holding his arms up like he's surrendering.
>CAN IT, 457! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, MORE THAN ENOUGH! I'M GONNA HAVE TO GET SCIENCENAUT TO EXPUNGE THIS FOOTAGE FROM MY MEMORY FILES, WHAT A SICKENING SIGHT!
>"Could we have, uh, a little privacy... Mr. Jones?" Masqy humbly asks.
>WHO TAUGHT THIS VIXEN HOW TO TALK BACK!? YOU WANT ONE OF MY MEN DIGGIN' DEEP IN YOUR GUTS, DO YA'?!
>He pushes N457 out of way and gets all up in Masqy's face.
>I WANNA DIG IN YOUR GUTS TOO... AND PULL 'EM OUT! YOU WANNA GET STRANGLED WITH YOUR OWN NOODLE-SIZED INTESTINES, HUH?! I'LL SMASH YOU, IN THE LITERAL WAY!
>"I don't... wanna get smashed." She whines, trembling in fear.
>NOT ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU OR THE ONLY THING GOING UP THAT LITTLE ORIFICE OF YOURS TONIGHT IS MY BIG. JUGGERNAUT. FOOT! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!
>She doesn't respond.
>I SAID, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
>"B-but you said not another word..."
>DOOOOOOO.... IIIII.... MAAAAAAKE... MYSELF.... CLEEEEEEEEAR?!
>"...Sir yes sir."
>GOOD.
>Jones looks at the worker drone, a sad, pathetic little thing. He feels a shred of remorse for it, so much so that he... apologizes!
>...OH, I'M SORRY, LITTLE SPROCKET, YOUR SO-CALLED LOVER HAS WORKED HIS CHARMS AND GOTTEN ME RILED UP TOO. OH YES, I'M IN HEAT, AS IN BURNING WITH FIERY RAGE!
>WHY, I JUST WANT TO SLAM MY FIST INTO HIS FACE OVER AND OVER. THAT'S THE ONLY TYPE OF POUNDING I ENCOURAGE.

>>347426
>The commander carefully inspects the sad, little, miniscule, tiny, itty bitty, wimpy little tin can.
>GOOD GRIEF, LOOK AT THE STATE OF HER.
>He picks her up with one hand.
>YOU SMUDGED UP HER VISOR, YOU DAMN BRUTE.
>Jones rubs Masqy's visor with his shirt.
>DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO TREAT A LADY? TSK, TSK, TSK.
>I KNOW THE ONLY WOMAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN THE VICINITY OF IS JANICE, BUT JANICE IS... MY SECOND HALF, MY EQUAL.
>SAME CAN'T BE SAID FOR ANY OTHER FEMALE. THEY'RE DELICATE FLOWERS, YOU ARE THEIR SOIL AND LOVE IS THEIR NUTRIENTS.
>He shakes masqy around as he monologues.
>WHEN YOU PICK FLOWERS, MAKE SURE IT'S NOT A WEED! YOU GIVE THE WRONG WOMAN AN INCH, SHE'S GONNA TAKE A MILE, AND THIS ITTY BITTY WORKER DRONE HAS NO NEED FOR 12 MILES!
>The commander idly taps Masqy against his temple as he thinks.
>HERE'S ANOTHER ONE. IF YOU POUR A GALLON OF WATER ON A FLOWER, IT'S GONNA DROWN. SAME WILL HAPPEN TO HER IF YOU PUT A GALLON OF... POINT IS, SHE CAN'T HANDLE YOUR LOVING. IT'S THE BIRDS AND THE BEES, NOT THE RABBIT AND THE BEAR!
>DON'T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE DRONES OF ALL KINDS, BUT CLEARLY THERE'S DIFFERENT CALIBERS OF DRONE, AND YOUR HIGH CALIBER ROUND IS GONNA PIERCE RIGHT THROUGH THAT... YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING.
>Jones turns around and begins to walk away, Masqy in hand.
>"What're you doing?!" N457 dares to yell at THE Jones himself.
>I'M TAKING HER AWAY FROM YOU, THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. SHE'S GONNA KEEP HANDLERNAUT COMPANY, THE MAN CAN'T SLEEP IN FEAR OF MURDER DRONES!
>"S-sir...? Why Handlernaut?" the little sprocket asks.
>BEING A SPEC OPS UNIT WITH HANDLER TECH MUST'VE MADE HIM QUITE THE VALUABLE TARGET. HANDLERNAUT NEEDS A TEDDY BEAR AND YOU'RE THE PERFECT SIZE.
>"Put... Put her down!" jugg yells again.
>HEY! DON'T YOU GET SMART WITH ME, YOU DEVIANT! YOU'RE LUCKY I LET YOU KEEP THIS THING IN THE FIRST PLACE!
>Jones neatly places Masqy on the chair he somehow brought into the tent when no one was looking.
>The chair turns into a miniature Handlernaut, lifts Masqy up and walks away, "Yipee!"
>That was Handlernaut. That was a Handlerchair.
>Now everyone's awake and staring at the unfortunate son of a gun that got cockblocked by Jones.
>"No.. No! NOOOO!"

>Juggernaut number 457 wakes up. Huh, so he fell asleep after all.

>>347427
Vat Vuck

>>347431
Back to the non-euclidean geometrical 16-bit dimension you came from.