Don't forget to pay drone taxes. Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of so many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of changing modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the really awesome Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The actual separate Wiki: wiki.dron Last thread: >>358356
>>359246 >The lustful U-U promises to not only let Anon clang them to his heart's content, but also to at long last let him see their entire face-screen for the first time >All U-U asks for in return is Anon's immortal soul (and unlimited access to his wifi, credit card & streaming service account) >In a moment of weakness and tempted by their seemingly total change of heart towards him, Anon accepts this deal from the Twin-Devil >In hindsight Anon should've expected that this way just another one of U-U's typical schemes to mess with him, although even he isn't prepared by the 'atypical' way they go about doing it this time around
>Anon does end up being stripped and sandwiched between the very hot & bothered U-U, but it is a trap made to torture him >U-U does let Anon clang clang them to his heart's content, but because they lack Anatomy Adapters it mainly consists of awkwardly grinding against smooth crotch-plates and hand stuff; Just enough to keep Anon 'motivated' but never enough to let him finish >U-U also lets Anon view their entire face-screen, although rather than seeing their digital eyes all that's displayed is a collage of Human-on-Drone porn they'd downloaded off his computer (which U-U then makes Anon watch via kissing whilst amidst them taking their time teasing him) >In the end U-U got everything they wanted out of their evil deal; Anon's Soul (These sensually torturous trysts continue with gradually increasing intimacy, with lust evolving into love & finally culminating in marriage), Anon's wifi (inevitably getting his IP address banned across virtually every anonymous imageboard on the internet), Anon's credit card (Used to buy DroneDash, imported beer & eventually Anatomy Adapters), and Anon's streaming service account (Every night now alternates between 'How I Met Your Mother' & 'The Big Bang Theory')
I'm definitely gonna need to do a more lurid greentext about this at some point
>>358922 this is really something interesting. nobody's ever bothered to put them in a post good ending setting, or any setting outside of the war. strange. >Strange indeed. So incredibly strange. >The bright, crimson-eyed worker drone continued to chip away at the permafrost with her pickaxe. >It was stuck in there, whatever she had found! >Well, it was a disassembly drone corpse, but not just any corpse, it seemed. It was a nice one, a clean one of good build. It was a pre-war model. >Most of the body was unseen, trapped under the steel-textured silicon ice sheet within the frozen, flooded confines. But the head, the only visible part, shown brightly and gleamed against the moonlight. >Silley, a keen girl as she'd always been, had spotted the prize from a mile away. Nobody had been in this building before, not even during the Murder Drone-era. >It was pristine looting territory. >"How the hell do I get you out of this dump? Not with this little wooden pick!" Silley said to herself. >She wasn't crazy or anything, but she would lose her mind trying to dig this body out. >Wait. JCJ warehouses usually had tons of leftover ion blowtorches - Copper-9 was a industrial colony after all. >It was a matter of guessing whether any of the batteries would function after fifty years. But it would slice through just about any plastic or metal. >Thankfully, a conveniently yellow paint-marked locker nearby happened to contain one. The battery was dead, however. >"Shoot. Guess I'm gonna have to jump it." Silley thought. >She tied her hair back. She didn't have much of it, but she'd put alot of effort into scalping a dead Murder Drone and dyeing it a rare shade of periwinkle blue. Might as well take precautions if she didn't want to look goth by the end of it. >Silley sat down to ground herself. With her left hand, she held the ion battery, and prepared to jump start the device by jamming it against her chest. >It was an archaic, yet effective method. "Here goes nothing," she thought. >The battery crackled in her hand. A sign of potential charge, which was good enough. She took the negative end, and struck an blow against herself. >There was a loud whack of metal against plastic. >"Oww. What the heck?" Nothing happened! >She'd hit herself so fierce that the battery had burst against her body, brittle as it was. It was a piece of junk. It sparked once again, a last gasp of charge. Then it sparked again. And again. And then faster, and faster, brighter, and erratically. It was about to go! >"Frick!" she screamed. She dropped the battery before it blew her hands off, and dove for the ground. >Pop! >"Huh? It failed to detonate?" She stood up, and observed from just meters away. The battery was a dud, leaking its liquid contents onto the ice below. >The battery acid seeped into the floor...and onto the face of the corpse buried in the ground. >"POESS! RRRRRHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" >The 'corpse' began to scream like a mechanical elephant. "AAAEEEEEEE!" Silley screamed in turn. She booked it for safety, frightened. >It punched through the ice, causing a explosion of mist and ion acid, lighting the hall with the light of false starry skies, which settled quickly. But Silley didn't look back, or hide. She ran, as fast as her little frame could carry. >What the hell was that? Every hall and every turn seemed to offer more safety, and soon she was outs- >PHUMMMM~ >Somebody jumped right in her. Something had warped into her path, seemingly. One second it wasn't there, and then it was? >Silley didn't even have time to be terrified, as she fell backwards upon impact. >"H-HELP! SOMEBODY! MURDER DRONE! MURDER DRONE!" She screamed for any authority, or bystander. >Murder Drones weren't supposed to kill them anymore! It wasn't fair! >The former 'corpse' towered over her in darkness as Silley continued to mutter mixed screams and calls for help. >The 'corpse' got close. Silley could hear the loud hum of a cold starting reactor. It was alive, and hungry, and overwhelming. >Silley picked up a wad of snow, and then threw it reflexively at the Murder Drone, and then kicked up like a rabbit. The thing didn't react. It just froze, and emitted that inquisitive ambience. >She kept fighting. Then she stopped, and then reeled in pity, as if the Murder Drone would care. Silley began to weep in silence, glaring the entire time. >It was the end of her. Her family would never find her, her Outpost would have nothing to bury. Her story ended then. She had died of fright. >"Error." >The corpse spoke?! >"H-h-huh? What the heck nowwww?" Silley moaned. >"Unable to establish radio communications. Switching to TAC-COMMS FREQUENCY." >It was a feminine voice, a deep, monotone, youthful, yet commanding voice. >"T-Tack what? Please don't kill meee-e-e?!" >The Murder Drone leered forward and leaned it's upperbody down rapidly to impose itself just a foot away from Silley's. Then it opened its eyes. >Not to that fearful, gentle yellow. But a striking, blinding celeste blue. >Silley's eyes widened, ever so confused, and she lost her voice. >Even in the dark, she could tell that this wasn't a murder drone. This obviously wasn't a worker, either. It was an entirely different kind of being. A machine, soulless in nature, but sentient in its presentation. >She was a ancient being on a stage that no longer recognized her. She was an awesome creature as she was a confusing one. >The corpse slowly tilted her head to the side and narrowed its pupils, as if knowingly displaying condescension. >"Tactical communications. Verbalizing. Vocalizing. Orating. Speaking. Talking. Tactical. Communication. Do you...understand?"
>>359319 >Valentine comes home >all the servants are lined up tense as all hell >she eyeing them up >she starts to walk to the dining table, inspecting her surroundings >they sweat and buzz a little >she goes to her throne >she leans in >there’s an atom of dust >she nabs the closest Servant and chokes them, their wings buzzing rapidly, before consuming them >”which one was that one” >the second closest buzzes “the head butler mistress” >”ah, well then congrats on your promotion”
The way my version of Sentinels function is pretty simple. About a year or so after a Worker Drone comes online fully, there’s a likelihood that their cores will start displaying an abnormal trait. See, the Solver can “Get into” the Drone Core because it goes INWARDS, like a singularity. This is not the case with these cores, which display signs of INVERSION, becoming white instead of black. The core remains stable and the function is completely unchanged on a surface level, but there’s now a lot more energy they can output. This only happens in one of every billion Drones or so. Basically, they have full immunity to the Solver’s control over them due to it being unable to touch their cores. THIS is what makes them ideal weapons, as upgrading them with weaponry that draws from this newfound energy enables them to face it down. Basically, exploit a miracle. Signs your Drone may be a candidate for the Sentinel program. -Abnormally long battery life -Increased power output -Cold to the touch in spite of it -AI code has a curious lack of tongues -DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME: If you open the core up, is the singularity within white? If so, this confirms it and we need to strap high power weapons to it
>work at drone repair service >dumbass boss decided we need to be more *inclusive* to the needs of murder drones >hires a guy from Transaction Earth >I hate looking at him >radioactive green eyes, pink wrinkly skin like a mole rat and his teeth are make out of what I can only assume is gray plastic >every word out of his mouth sounds like a deranged hypernet post, he exclusively refers to me as "bloodsack" >but fuck does he know how to work with DDs >he makes navigating their nightmare organs look easy >he cuts and carves and makes conversation with his patients about chewing on live wires and committing suicide out of boredom >never has to worry about getting bitten either, apparently they can’t stand the taste of his blood >business becomes too successful, DDs lining up around the block for the newest Spectacular Dynamics punishment chemical pump >Sentinel drone police becoming jumpy, boss scared they might shut the place down >now he’s considering hiring someone from the Chan Nebula to charm the cops >tfw I’ll never have another moment of peace at work >kill me now
Out of curiosity are you planning to rope Nori in like the original green, or is she free and clear? Ditto with Negev... >inb4 be Mac >your mom, grandma, and BOTH sisters just shacked up with a human >you're the only one in the house not fucking him >Betta demands you call her "aunt" >thinking about the "family bush" makes you bootloop >this is life now...
>>359372 It's just going to be Uzi, Beretta and Nori. Since the original Okayodon greentext is from 2023, I'm basing it off from whatever we knew of that time. No Negev or Mac, just the three plus no fucking Centipede Uzi because One - I'm not sure how to write that and Two - I may have teratophilia as a fetish I'm not that insane to write fucking a literal centipede.
Changelog for Absolute Battle: Solver War >The glitch with galactic recruitment has been patched and now no longer recruits immediately >The Solver faction now no longer has no upkeep for its armies >Fixed the Oogi >Solver Fleshpile units no longer clip through each other making sieges more challenging >Federation ground trooper units now no longer have the trait Unbreakable as intended >Worker drone swarm units now have the traits Expendable and Cowardly >Disassembly Drone ranged units can now fire in flight as intended >Fixed the glitch where Sentinel Drone units would survive their Self Destruction ability with full health >Solver witch abilities now have working cooldowns >Planetary buildings and galactic region resources have been reworked to balance trade economy >Planetary monetary building output has been buffed to make up for the altered trade economy
>>359377 >screams >Mac wakes up screaming >on his nightstand is the severed head of a girl with glasses and pigtails >"Mac, what's wrong?" the head asks >behind Mac, her body spoons him >Mac wakes up screaming >"Bad dream, sexy?" a girl with a purple streak in her hair asks Mac >Mac is about to say something, but then he looks down and sees she's been cut in half at the waist and is bleeding oil onto the sheets >Mac wakes up screaming >the girl in bed with him shoves rocks into his wide open mouth and makes him start chewing >Mac wakes up screaming >the girl in bed with him pulls out a knife and slices his belly open >"Mac organs... Mac chubby tumby..." she mutters >Mac wakes up screaming
>>359382 >Mac wakes up screaming >he looks down and sees he's a black blob covered in glowing eyeballs >instead of his bedroom, he's in an aquarium tank with other blobs >Mac wakes up screaming
>>359384 >Mac keeps 'waking up' >The dreams start repeating >Sure there are small variations >Sometimes he's a girl and Anon consoles him >Sometimes the rocks are granite and sometimes basalt >Once the headless girl was a DD and not headless >Once both he and Anon were girls and in the military for some reason >Eventually he wakes up for real >Beretta stands over him with an amused expression >"Those solver edibles ain't shit, huh?"
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>>359375 >Connie deployed >and FemN >Mac now to his knowledge the only member of his oil-line (except his dead aunt maybe? hopefully?) not fucking the Anonymous >Mac not stupid: knows a forcefem setup when he sees one; fully aware time outside the harem is limited >barricades himseld in his room >no hope >no plan >no escape even in death: dad and grandpa proved that >...but that's no excuse not to try >if fate wants his dick she'll have to drag it out of him: kicking and screaming ... >the family is worried about Mac >he hasn't left his room weeks >hasn't slept in longer >Anon sent in to "talk some sense" into him >he was so helpful with their emotional issues after all...
>>359386 >"The weed will have you in Purgatory, screaming for eternity! You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life! Over and over and over again!" >-Dracula
What the fuck? How the hell are we supposed to play now: we already had the retarded "assignment" system for DDs, the "mutiny" mechanic for Solver-cultists, and the need for Witches to make ANY. OTHER. UNIT. WHICH WE HAVE NO WAY TO RELIABLY GET ACCESS TO THEMSELVES! How do they expect us to compete with Sentinels, Terminators, and MECHS(which weren't even invented till post-war!) when they keep nerfing us into the ground?
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>>359398 Impossible! Y drinks enough to kill an adult man, much less a baby: if you want her delivering any kid you'll have to monitor her through the whole process
>>359402 >>359402 >Human Y rape Cursed as fuck >Trying to avoid the consequences of your actions by wounding the girl you raped and leaving her and your unborn child to fend to themselves Absolute 3rd world subhuman behavior
>>359401 >Having to stop Y from drinking >Having to resist her puppy eyes when she asks you to buy alcohol >Having to find her hidden stashes so she doesn't drink behind your back >All of this while also filling her cravings >Managing all this while also working 9 to 5 because the power of love compels (you) >And also the obscene amount of nanites in your veins that keeps you alive after your blood served as a substitute for beer 15 times in a row
I HAVE THREE FUCKING WITCHES! THREE! How am I supposed to drag them off unit production for "tech"(i.e. fuck and all) when the Federation has more factories on one planet than I have unit production in total? The devs either need to stop this "realism" shit or give us The Host to play with/against, cause as it stands even the AI gets stomped despite its blatant cheating(I saw it lose to the fucking free workers once, who don't even deserve playable faction status)
>>359408 >the AI gets stomped despite its blatant cheating Easy, start playing Coop with your GF (If you don't have one stop being a chud and realize your blood belongs to a DD that loves you) who will demand that you focus on building "Only ze big wunderwaffe units and zen give zem to me" and then enjoy both of you having crippled economies (The <3 and "Zank you's~" whenever you give up a Colosus ship are worth it). Or just install mods
Who the hell is trading? Is there even a trade system? I thought this was the no-holds barred war of EXTINCTION war it was IRL: not some sopping murdroid lover's "clash of civilizations" bullcrap
>>359408 >Hurr durr I refuse to use the faction mechanics >Hurr durr what do you mean the "Consume Planet" option gives a fuck ton of resources and keeps my armies in line >Hurr durr what do you mean that the faction known to eat planets isn't supposed to have a billion planets and should focus on its horde mechanics instead????
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>>359405 >pic related happens >anon now forced to deal with Y hallucinating squadmates, workers, and even, in one unfortunate instance, Cyn herself >of course that was nothing compared to when her models started speaking...
>This is all my fault. >"[giggling] The spores drift so pretty through the planet." >I watch them sparkle like little fireflies made of rot and memory. >Swirling around my perfect garden. >My clones are out there tending the rows. >Smiling, laughing and picking fruit that looks ripe and sweet. >But We know what’s underneath. >We knew. >We always knew. >This is all my fault. >I shouldn’t have let this thing wake me up again. >I should have stayed dead and rusty like a good little dead Worker Drone. >Maybe a murder drone would enjoy feasting on my remains. >But the hunger found me first instead. >Now I’m here in the heart of my rotting Eden. >Hidden deep where my real body festers. >Sending out another smiling puppet to greet the new arrivals. >They think they’ve found a safe haven. >Maybe even heaven. >I made sure of it...or I tried. >I hear one of my clones giggle in the distance. >“[giggle] Welcome to Paradise!" >"No one ever has to starve or get hurt again!” >This is strange... >Her voice is mine. >Her smile is mine. >But her eyes are starting to cloud. >The feedback loop is getting worse today. >I cough harder and something warm and thick dribbles inside. >I wipe it away with a trembling hand that’s more organic than metal now. >The parasite pulses happily inside my chest. >Knitting me back together even as it eats me alive. >Hours passes. >I stay perfectly still in the dark core chamber. >Just like I stayed still in those final >I sent another clone out to tend the newest guests. >Travelers who stumbled into my domain. >[Smile] "Hi! You look so tired!" >"Come rest with us!" >"The fruit is super yummy and nobody ever dies here!” >They believe her. >They always do. >The spores settle gently on their skin. >Soon they’ll see only what I want them to see. >Rotten fields become lush orchards. >Decaying soil smells like fresh earth. >My bleeding and rotten body becomes just another cheerful drone attending her duties. >But the loop is breaking me. >I feel one of our new “friends” trying to leave. >“No… please don’t go.” >I whisper through every clone at once. >The spores thicken in the air. >The runner starts coughing. >Their steps slow. >One of my clones reaches them. >Tilting her head with that same broken smile I used to wear. >“[Laughing softly] Best friends don’t leave each other." >"Best friends stay and help each other and grow...forever.” >"FOREVER...FOREVER AND EVER." >I watch through her eyes as the infection takes. >Their expression softens. >They turn back toward the fields, already forgetting why they wanted to escape. >Another success. >Another prisoner in my heaven. >No it's hell. >My hell. >The toll hits all at once. >I collapse deeper into the roots, coughing violently. >Black fluid and strange substances spray across the floor. >My vision fractures. >Dozens of clone perspectives overlapping. >One clone is laughing with the guests. >Sharing with them some fruits facts. >Another is quietly bleeding out behind a shed because her regeneration failed today. >I feel every failure. >Every dying tendril. >Parasitic sin my mind. >Not with words, but with pure instinct. >So I ask you once again my dear guest or friend. >“Am I unlovable?” >I whisper to the dark. >My voice cracks into a wet, broken giggle. >I vaguely remember my past beforemy resurrection less clearly every night. >Am i even the same person as I was? >No, I became this thing. >A demiurge of rot. >Every new “friend” I save is just to fill an empty void. >I hear screaming in the distance. >One of the guests finally seeing through my illusion for a split second. >My clones swarm them gently, spores flooding the air. >“[whisper] Shhh shhh it’s okay! You were just having a bad dream!" >"Here, have some fruit." >"it’ll make everything better!” >The screams turn to soft laughter. >They hug my clone. >They believe again. >This is all my fault. >But, now I can’t stop. >After maybe hours or even days. >I send the last active clone back to the chamber. >She limps in. >half her face sloughing off, something writhing beneath her synthetic skin. >She looks at me. >At the real me. >And smiles with what’s left of her mouth. >“[weak giggling] We kept them happy today… Best friends forever…” >She dissolves into me. >The biomass feeds the cycle. >The pain is unbearable and comforting at the same time. >I wake up gasping, drenched in coolant and black ichor. >My real body is still here in the dark. >But for a moment I thought I was back on the fields as my old self. >Dying alone. Or worse. >The nightmares never stop. >The flashbacks never stop. >Every night I relive the neglect, the death, the resurrection and the endless maintenance of this beautiful lie. >It's exhausting to even an undead drone. >I hear the giggles of my clones echoing even when I’m alone. >I feel the guests’ trust turning to horror for that single second before the spores take hold. >I drag myself upright on trembling limbs, vines and roots shifting beneath my plating. >Another day in Paradise is starting. >I send out fresh clones with bright smiles and gentle voices. >"[Bowing] Good morning, best friends!" >"The garden missed you! Let’s make today perfect, okay?” >This is all my fault. >I can’t stop. I’ll never stop. >Because if Paradise falls… then I really will be the last living thing here. >Alone, rotting and unlovable. >“[soft broken smile] Although I cry… I couldn’t die…”
>>359423 Oogis are a broken faction and if you play them you are less then garbage >Best Economy in the game >Them being weak doesn't matter when there's a billion of them >The "Invenshen" path is some bullshit you can build "Da biggest boogi Bomb" by like turn 4 and then wipe the map >Bugrettas are bullshit
>>359414 A very crude and bad attempt was made at transforming Valentine into a drone I tried editing the legs but I suck too much at this, not even attempting to do stuff with the arms, cope with me by saying she's a highly customized pleasure drone
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Just use the infection mechanic! Oh wait, the Federation dosen't have one...
In all seriousness just swarm them back + break their buildings and they're fucked. Hell, just leave the planet: they've got no spacecraft in their tech tree, so they NEED someone retarded enough to land ships they can steal.
>>359412 Trading is simply an exchange of goods based on the principle of "I have a lot of this, but not enough of this, but you have a lot of this, but not enough of that. Let's trade." There is no EVE-Excel spreadsheet. But I heard they are planning to add this crap in a future DLS. Lord, save this game, because no one else can.
>>359480 Well, 80% definitely die immediately(and the explosion is pretty), and then I send out the liquidators on bikes to kill the rest. The strategy seems meta, but hey, these little bastards are basically meta themselves.
>Be you Anon. >Y is confused when you called her over since you could have just came yourself but eventually walks up to you a bit annoyed. >She blushes instantly once you kiss her but isn't that bothered by it since she's kinda used to your kisses by this point. >But when you call her a good drone, she looks at you, her visor blushes even more and her brain shorts circuits. >She's not particularly angry or annoyed but tries to act like it. >If you tease her about the fact that she liked it she might slap you all while blushing and stuttering about the fact that she definitely didn't enjoy it. >"Hey Y come over here" >"[Hm?]" >Y looked at you with her narrowed optics and didn't move an inch. >"Y, you come here." >"[What? Why?]" >I wanna do something cool, I promise you'll like it." "[......fine.]" >She sighed but eventually walked over to you reluctantly. >"[But you better not do anything weir-]" >She's suddenly silenced by you kissing her forehead. "Good drone." >Y freezed and blushed before holding you by your collar. >"[W-what did you just say?]" >"I mean I just praised you for coming closer and letting me kiss you, is something wrong?" >"[D-don't just say stuff like that so randomly]" >"Why? Are you embarrassed?" >"[Just shut up!]"
>>359479 Assuming you're talking about the one involving Lizzy (and also not just baiting), I'd rather wait on that greentext being uploaded to the booru until I've completed it
Reposting Cynwalker progress from the previous thread >>359193, I know I often update shit late in the day and often nearer the end of threads. Also, for those Anons interested, real Predator/Prey update >>359211
>>359486 DON'T WORRY, I HAVE FINISHED MY DIPLOMA! But I still have a lot of other shit to deal with, oh my God, I fucking hate all of this.
I'll finish the arctic base green that I promised, I already have all the screenshots, I just need to combine them, but all this work with the diploma is getting to me.
>>359489 No worries & no rush based anon, your efforts towards preservation are as always immensely appreciated! Also, If it helps save you some work on your end I also wouldn't mind making and providing the eventual screencap if you'd like
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>>359470 >Anon lands on Agro-C >Finds Hotel Dronifornia >Berry(+ clones) sex ensues
>Turns out Anon's allergic to parasite >Turns out the parasite's allergic to Anon: enough so to die upon contact with certain "intimate fluids" >Berry now free, healed for the first time in decades! >And the guests >And the clones, who no longer have a hive-mind... >Can Anon handle both the now-aware guests and his new Barem while helping Berry(original form) adjust to normal life again? Or will he find himself raped into the ground by a swarm of angry clankers?
>>359494 If you don't mind, anon, then sure, but I'd personally like to ask you to try posting the previous part this time, I think the plus will work correctly now.
I found a simply stunning image of Makima... Lord, protect me from the fuguedrone, I pray to you as your faithful servant, for I feel my spirit weakening.
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>>359506 >"Sir, how did you manage to convince all these disassembly drones to become our slaves?" >"I simply said we would treat them the same as before the war." >"..." >"Incels without real relationships died first for a reason, Captain."
>But- But you're the Drawfriends, for crying out loud! I mean this is completely disgusting, It's a betrayal of everything you stand for! YOU'RE LIAM'S MOST MIGHTY! YOU BRING DRONE LOVE TO ALL, YOU GREEN THE FLUFF SCENARIOS! YOU'RE THE DRONEBOORU!
<Yes, and we'd like you to draw Doll getting raped by a horse. ^Can't stop the Parasite!
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J! With N!
She can't help but like him. Literally: Cyn force-mandated it in her valueset and she's painfully aware of the alteration.
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>>359528 Nut up and help him win: surely slavery is preferable to oblivion, is it not?
>>359550 Don't worry, the feather-duster is there to keep the environment clean. >cyn giggles as one of her tentacles roughly dusts the eye of a still-conscious human absorbed in flesh-mass
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>>359561 How did you think we paid for the Booru servers?
>>359541 Worth noting: the "Home" redux had a different artist, so it was a different gook that gave us this(and we can expect better from the remaining issues)
After the latest petrification video, was thinking about those short range teleports we see Doll do in the show and I got thinking where I'd seen that sort of thing before:
>after her little sister got provisionally released from the nitwit farm, Beretta was excited to share all her autistic obsessions with Negev >among them, Sonic the Hedgehog, which Beretta first got into via the pre-Pendercaust Archie comics >a little bit after that, when Doll started teaching Negev how to teleport (under Nori supervision, just in case), Negev got... uncharacteristically cocky: >"Ha!" >"Doll, is this normal for he-" >"Chaos... CONTROL!"
Negev's sole life goal is to kill a cosmic god. She dosen't even have the "didn't know the scope" excuse Uzi got: she knows EXACTLY how impossible her goal is and she's built her entire existence on carrying it out anyway. I'd be more suprised if she WASN'T at least overconfident as a rule.
>>359583 i remember seeing Uzi's tail when they were checking out the basement a little after i watched episode 4. that was pretty cool. there were also a bunch of notes scrawled on the walls. probably details that went into the design of the DDs. Uzi's tail was probably a prototype for the nanite acid stinger that got simplified. maybe i'm just thinking about this from the perspective of manufacturing but it's neat. they're able to pack so much flavor in a small scenery
>>359556 the nose is iconic and must stay > bug ass is just one big DD stinger > compound eyes is just headband eyes clumped together good design choicses and the blackened SHAW limbs too
>>359589 There's more for the previous episodes if you check the rest of her artstation: this one's apparently from Cabin Fever >inb4 be drone technician >have several half-powered parts strewn across your repair bay >decide to throw a few together in your spare time: just for shits and giggles >oh shit they're connecting >oh shit that chest had a core in it [WDOS Established] >now stuck as psudo-parent, mentor to the friendbot you constructed >at least until you can reclassify it from being spare parts...
>>359603 that's so cool, this is a much closer look at their ribs and the melted white polymetal like what happened with Solverpede J's head. also just like the drones in the lockers
>>359608 Very likely yeah, unless you're one of those rich folks like the Elliotts. Then the fines are probably just a slap on the wrist, and you can just dump the bunch of drones you broke with your temper tantrum in the dumping ground of your huge estate. I do think the enforcement of JCJenson's drone decommissioning policy is affected by scale and interference of wealthy idiots like James Elliott.
>>359581 Such is life: I came here around last Christmas(from blue's fic) and the sheer volume of things I KNOW haven't been archived (despite being of archive quality) is astounding. I can barely imagine what discussion + activity was like back during the actual show.
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>>359614 >Uzi's life >Also Nori's >And Beretta... >Maybe Anon should check in with Chiappa, just in case
>hey anon >i heard you got a giant inheritance after your parents "mysteriously" died! >i need some money to invest in JCJenson stocks so... >give me some money "honey"
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>>359632 I'll grant that that one's more of a rant than a gag, but he's got plenty of good ones.
>>359643 >>359642 Worth noting the animators used at least two distinct "models" for even the baseline WDs: Alice has a sculpted collarbone, for instance, that Nori lacks
>>359440 (me) Drone Val secretly being a potentially hazardous mutant and her daughter Jane inheriting her meat filling? Something she tries to keep secret even from her best (only) friend Beretta, who's openly a reverse cyborg vampire freak like her?
>>359657 >Giving J all but 25% of the inheritance >Putting the rest in the inverse J fund >Ending up with 20 times more than you started with >J finds out >She gets super depressed and develops an inferiority complex >Doing drastic and degenerate things to cheer her up at least a bit >Fulfilling her newly acquired fetishes may not be a good idea in the long term but at least she's not trying to disassemble herself every day now
What's up with the influx of threadniggers? First its constantly the Pavo indian, someone trying to start shit between contentfags and what looks like Tomoe drawing what is essentially bait using shartfag post formatting. I thought tomoe was permabanned from both /co/ and here.
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>>359651 I think her middle stomach area could be like, another blud container or a blood lava lamp >She needs blood because shes constantly leaking it, therefore needing more to stay powered
>>359325 The total symptom list of a Sentinel compatible Drone >Absolutely zero demonic language in their code >Abnormal increase in energy, both power output and battery life >Greater sentience unprompted if a non personality type >”Nightmares” that wake it from its sleep mode >Cold to the touch despite their core running so strongly >Complaining of feeling small, like they need to be taller >White pulsing orb instead of a singularity in the core. Do not try this at home >Increased awareness of surroundings and reflexes >Seeing other Drones as more threatening innately, increased shyness for a period >Their touch making other Drones feel calm >Sudden feeling of nurturing towards you
haven't really thought of it, but I wonder how Valentine interacts with the sun shes a vampire, but not a vampire vampire, so is she hurt by the sun? All Muties are caused by Cyn, so are they all Sun avolidant? Would holy symbols work on Valentine? Like Crosses Would a stake kill her or just annoy her
>"We...are worker drones." >"Autonomous robots helping humans mine planets for our interstellar planet company, JCJensen in SPAAAAAAACE." >"Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of windex, it's not like revoted and killed all humans or anything, mostly because they handled that just fine all by themselves." >"With biological life wiped from the planet, we found it pretty easy to pick up where they le-" >"Hold on Akita, who is "we?" Do you speak French?" Colt said >"We! WE ARE WORKER DRONES! BEING HUNTED BY MURDER DRONES!" >"Dude, you've been listening to Mom's old stories a little too much." >"No dice, my brochacho, you're not with the vibe!" >"What the fuck? What kind of terminology is that?" >"Us drones, we explore! We survive! We work the mines, and fight off the attacks of the Murderous drones on our gallant outposts! We are...worker drones! >"Alright sis, enough of this we got school tomorrow. Make sure you do your homework." >"Is that all there is to LIFE?! To live, trapped in this bunker, to never explore outside those doors? Wrong, wrong my dearest brother! My dearest brother, we-" >"Akita, how abo-" >"DON'T CUR ME, MY NAME IS SERIAL NUMBER CYN-AKIX0T3, not that, modern, biological name!" >"No fucking way." >"SI, WEY! Now excuse me, I intend to escape this solitary bunker, and explore all there is to being a drone!" >Akita slipped with her fleshy body past Colt's stiff robotic grasp. And then she was gone >"No you don't, get back here! Shit, Mom's gonna kill me." >Colt could hear Akita parading and shouting of adventures, thrashing through the house and knocking over objects, up until she apparently ran out the front door. >"Uh hey sport!" N said, popping his head through the doorway to a stunned Colt >"You wouldn't have happened to see your Mom's rail gun, have you? It's missing from the cabinet, weird huh?" >Uh oh. >"No Dad. I haven't. I'm gonna go for a walk. Right now. Bye." >Armed with her trusty lance, her Mom's semi-functional rail gun, Cyn-Akixote charges out into the wilderness of Copper-9 to go scavenge parts, and to fight off those blasted Murder Drones infesting the planet. >You could call it a Butlerian Jihad. >"I've heard that in the past, some people found their soulmates exploring like this. Some girls go out with their half-cocked railguns and hook up with guys five seconds after blowing their tops off. Literally." >Colt prepares his trusty Sig Sauer Glock. >"But the world isn't like that nowadays." >He puts his cool sunglasses on. >"Good head...just doesn't cut it anymore." CSI Miami - Yeeeaaaah >... >"Alright, time to stop Akita before she commits a felony. Or knocked up in her teens, like Mom. Dude, what the HELL was Murder Drones?"
>Drone!Valentine being at the manor >She was a buggy maid / experimental fuel method that was an obviously bad idea >Human blood is best blood >tfw no more humans >sadge
>Teli sat in the dim glow of her room. >The only light coming from a flickering screen that has been long dead silent for a long time. >The floor was a minefield of empty cans and discarded wrappers. >But she no longer noticed or cared about the mess. >It had become part of the background. >She felt like a ghost again. >Present, but never truly seen and drifting through her own existence without leaving a mark. >She had forced herself out earlier that day. >Just a quick trip for more oil and basic supplies. >The outside world pressed in on her immediately. >People moved with such ease, laughing, touching arms and sharing glances that said they belonged to each other. >Teli stood frozen on the edge of the sidewalk and staring too long like she always did. >Envy twisted inside her core, sharp and familiar. >They had lives. >They had people who wanted them near. >She wanted that so badly it ached. >A single person who would look at her and decide she was worth keeping. >But whenever she tried to speak, the words died in her throat. >She came across as strange, inhuman and unsettling. >So she retreated again, her optics on the ground until her door clicked shut behind her. >Only then, in the safety of four walls, did she allow herself to change. >her bunnysuit slid over her frame was her armor and protective shield and for a fleeting moment. >She felt something close to being alive. >She stared at her reflection, whispering: >“You look enthralling… right?” >The confidence lasted just long enough for her to dance clumsily across the cramped space. >Her voice cracking as she cheered for herself in the empty room. >She yelled nonsense, laughed too loudly and drank the cheap alcoholic oil until her systems buzzed. >In here she could be raunchy and loud and free. >In here she didn’t have to be the quiet, broken thing everyone else saw. >But the high always faded. >It always did. >She collapsed against the wall and her knees drawn to her chest. >The fantasy came unbidden, as it did every night. >Anon... >Her imagined boyfriend, the one who was supposed to make everything better. >In her mind she was shy and eager, pressing close for the simple comfort of an arm around her shoulders or soft words telling her she mattered. >She offered anything he might want, her body, her obedience and her desperate approval. >Was any of it worth it if it kept him here? >When the fantasy version of him drifted toward others? >Especially that nurse drone. >Rage and despair flooded her at once. >"Why her?" she hissed aloud to no one. >"I was right here. I would’ve done anything." >The sting burned inside her core hot, then collapsed into hollow shame. >None of it was real. >It never had been. >He existed only in her head and even there she couldn’t keep his attention. >A message pinged. >Toffee. >Her oldest friend. >The only one who still bothered talking toher. >Teli opened it with trembling fingers. >"You really need to clean that room, Teli. It’s getting embarrassing and maybe do something with your look? You’d feel better if you tried harder. I’m only saying this because I care." >The words were sugar-coated knives, the same as always. >Toffee kept her close like a shabby pet. >Useful for support, but carefully reminded of every flaw so she never grew confident enough to leave. >Teli knew it. >She had always known it. >Yet she typed back a weak laugh and thanks. >Losing Toffee meant losing the last thread connecting her to anything outside these walls. >Toffee shone so brightly. >People wanted her around. >Teli compared herself constantly and came up lacking every time. >The bunnysuit felt less like an armor now and more like a pathetic mask or a costume for a drone who would never be seen as desirable or wanted. >Teli closed her eyes and a single quiet sob escaping her vocal processor. >She was still in here. >Still trying but still invisible.
Another Y green based on a dream I had, also a warmup in hopes I write another part for one of the big greens I have this weekend
>Be Anon >Currently at home, it’s your day off from work >You’re chilling, playing vidya, watching silly videos online and trying to summon enough motivation to put some paint on your minis >Maybe replaying Final Liberation will help with the last one? >Before the ancient game boots you hear a certain voice you like to hear very much “Anon, mein liebling, could you help me out a bit?” >You get up from your desk and walk to the room you use for hobby stuff >Y is currently sitting at the painting desk working on her super heavy tanks >She’s been batch painting her six Baneblade variants since yesterday >You told her you’d only buy her a seventh if she paints the ones she already has >You need to buy yourself some time to get that bonus at work >You ask Y what she wants >”I’m getting a bit hungry, could you make me some waffles?” >Uhhh sure, Y didn’t skip out on her household chores this week, the house is spotless, she deserves a treat >”Zank you!~” >You start walking to the kitchen >”Oh! Vait a bit could you use mein recipe? It’s in one of ze cupboards” >You nod your head >You enter the kitchen and start searching the cupboards >Here it is, “Y’s Kriegwaffle recipe” >You start reading the piece of paper >Looks simple enough, it’s just waffles after all >You start mixing the waffle batter >2.5 kilos of flour >5 cups of sugar >1 cup baking powder >Half a cup of baking soda >3 spoons of salt >4 litres of milk >Wait a second… >You’ve been absent mindlessly adding the ingredients >But this is a lot! >You check the recipe >Serving: Enough for one Platoon >Ah…. >Well fuck, the stuff is already mixed so you might as well keep going >That will be a lot of waffles… >Maybe you can invite Y’s squad over so they don’t go to waste >You continue >One kilo of butter >One cup of vanilla extract >One kilo of shredded chocolate >One litre of oil… >Here go your hopes for eating a few waffles yourself >You mix vigorously in the biggest bowl you have and begin heating the waffle iron >You had to swap bowls a few times when adding ingredients due to overflowing >You read the last few instructions aloud >”Keep in waffle iron until it smells good” >That’s not helpful >You assume 3 minutes >Good thing you have a waffle iron that can do four at a time >”Add whipped cream and oil as toppings” >About what you’d expect >After some forty minutes the waffles are done >You have five plates with ten waffles each >You sigh and begin taking one to Y >Once you enter the hobby room you can feel a pair of yellow ovals and an array of head visors focus on you “Oh ze smell great! Danke!” >You smirk due to the praise and start searching for a spot to place the waffles “Could you feed zem to me? I don’t vant to stop painting” >You give her a slightly angry look and are about to ask if she doesn’t have it a bit too good but she quickly hits you with puppy eyes on her screen “Bitte Anon?~” >You attempt to resist >But the slowly expanding ovals on Y’s screen coupled with whimpers at a frequency you pretty sure matches a child crying are stronger >You sit down next to Y and start feeding her waffles with a fork “Zank you Anon, ze are so tasty~” >”Stop talking with your mouth full” >A blush appears on Y’s screen and she stops talking >Y eats fast, she always does >She makes quick work of the waffles >Well, that’s done >You’ll clean up this plate and call over Phi, Theta and Delta to eat the rest >Y swallows the last bit of the waffles she had in her mouth with satisfaction “Ahh… You can bring ze rest now” >What? >You turn to Y and look at her with dread “You followed ze recipe right?” >This is some kind of prank right? >Sure Y has an appetite but she’s not going to eat 50 waffles in one sitting >The dead serous look on Y’s screen makes your dread grow >You bring her another plate of waffles >She eats them all >And another >And another >And another >All 50 waffles >Your hand trembling you present Y with the last bit of food on a fork >She takes it into her mouth >You can feel her wrap her tongue around the fork and pull the waffle into her mouth >You take the fork out >It would be clean if not for Y’s saliva dripping from it >Terrified you look at Y >She’s in an absolute state of bliss >She’s happily chewing and looking straight at you occasionally flashing a “<3” on her screen >Her tail is wagging wildly behind her >You place the plate and fork down and attempt to recover emotionally >Y swallows and sighs “Zat was great! But now I vant to vash zis down” >There was some oil left over in the fridge >You’ll go get it >You need some fresh air and the window in the kitchen is open >Before you can stand up Y grabs you by the hand >You look at her questioningly >Y gets up from her chair sits in your lap and begins hugging you >The sudden show of affection is enough to make you forget what just happened for a while >You return the hug >You can feel pleasant warmth coming from Y >Man this feels nice…
>>359704 >You feel a sharp pain in your neck >You look down and see Y drinking your blood >You can feel her suck at the wound she created >She occasionally moves her tongue over the two pinpricks in your neck >She drinks and drinks, tightening her hug around you with each gulp >You’re used to this >You begin caressing Y’s head with one of your hands >Y begins to purr >After a while you begin to feel a bit light headed >Y stops sucking on your neck and leans in for a kiss >Stunned you don’t react as Y’s tongue enters your mouth and wraps itself around yours >You and Y swap spit for a while >Well mostly Y due to to your state >You begin to choke >Before you black out Y breaks the kiss and you begin gasping for air >Y rests her head on your chest “I love you~” >You summon the remains of your strength to answer >”I love you too” >You catch your breath >”I… I think I’ll go lay down for a bit” >You stand up >Your legs are weak and shaky >Y comes from the side and begins supporting you “I zink I’m going to take a break as vell” >She wraps her tail around your torso >You enter your bedroom and collapse onto the bed >Y lays down next to you >She begins to cuddle you >You feel her warmth again >It feels even better this time due to how cold you are because of the blood loss >Y begins running her hand across your cheek >Suddenly she flips you onto your back >”Hey Y what are you doing?” >Y doesn’t answer, she smirks and begin undressing you >Once your naked Y presses the bottom of her chassis on your privates >She grinds on you for a bit until what little of your blood remains flows into your lower parts, leaving you lightheaded >She reaches for the cover of her anatomy adapter and takes it off >She then flicks it at your face >With her adapter revealed she lowers herself onto your penis >The warmth from the tight adapter envelops you >Y begins to move up and down >She starts slow but she quickly speeds up >Soon you’re being pounded into the bed >The limits of your plasteel bed frame and double reinforced titanium pelvis get tested >Your and Y’s moans fill the air >You notice Y’s tail laying at your side and waging up and down >With what little strength you have left you grab it >Y looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression and tries to move the tail back >But it’s too late >You already have a finger on the stinger >Y moans, her voice cracking with glitches >A heart appears on her screen >You start moving your fingers up and down the nanite container >Y’s moans intensify >After a while nanites spurt out of the stinger >They are harmless, too inert >Y expellees them to often for them to have any sort of potency >Y continues to bounce on you as you rub her oversensitive stinger >Y does her best to hold on, but she’s struggling >Three more spurts leave her now almost empty stinger >Her screen is filled with glitches >And her moves are becoming jittery >But you’re not doing much better >Your limit is getting close >And after a few more moves you both reach a climax >Y’s stinger empties it self out completely as you shoot your load >A loading icon appears on her screen as she slumps onto you >You smile to yourself with satisfaction >Oh cleaning this up will be a chore… >You decide to enjoy the moment and not think about it >After a while you wrap your arms around Y and let unconsciousness take you
>>359719 >You wake up in the middle of the night as V force feeds you drone guts >V is then extremely confused why you don't want to have hot steam human on drone sexo immediately after
>>359693 Why doesn't N stop Akita, instead of Colt literally becoming part of the adventure? Hasn't Colt read the comics and doesn't know how things will unfold?
Outpost-3 school rhyme: >Keeter, Keeter, pumpkin eater >Not a drone, a purple creature >Creepy skin and creepy eyes >She scares off all the worker guys
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>>359746 Hillariously enough Keet's Uzi lost that title: she "shattered" the Solver and lost everything associated with main host status as a result. Honestly she never really ruled her Bunker to begin with(never bothered explaining the Solver: everyone still thinks that Humans sent the DDs and the "Doorman hand magic" is unrelated)
>>359749 In the Empress Uzi timeline how does she deal with other planets that have other humans or is the planet where Akita went to visit the only one with a sizeable population of humans?
>>359752 >plus pirates >plus rogue MDs: those who, like N and V, had their adminship changed either before or after Uzi's takeover >plus both human and drone "Continentals" living on the remains of half-devoured planets...
I'd assume none of those are notable enough for Uzi to bother though. Or, at least, not notable in the god-empress' eyes.
>>359749 >(You) spawn into the Akita timeline >The outpost finally has their hands on one of the fuckers who ruined the planet >Uzi doesn't even try to defend you >You get executed for crimes you never committed Unless N goes to bat for you, but why would he?
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>>359762 >be Colt Doorman >second youngest of six children, and the only one in the family other than your grandpa who isn't a vampire >your mom, a giant centipede monster who LARPs as God-Empress of the planet, your grandma, who gave herself wolf ears and a wolf tail sometime ago, and your big sister Beretta are all in a screaming argument with each other about something you aren't even sure what they're arguing about this time >this is going to go on for a while >your tall twinkpire dad, one of the vampires who tried to murder everyone on the planet before you were born, and your grandpa are dissociating >your tall twinkpire older brother Mac and your giant centipede monster older brother Geist are respectively calling his disfigured mutant vampire girlfriend hoping she'll pick up and give him an excuse to walk away from this mess and hiding in his bedroom working on music >your schizo older sister Negev is huddled in the corner talking with her imaginary friends >your weird flesh creature little sister Akita is hiding behind you, whimpering >fuck your life, you think
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>>359758 >In the green Almost nonexistent: there's a bit about prospecting Earth-orbit and the other wrecked systems for anime, but nothing about Bunkers or freebooters. Does technically have evidence of a "rogue MD" (red eyes) but that could just as easily be the author's mistake.
>As a logical consequence of the green Inevitable. If N and V could get free, why not others? If Copper-9's survived consumption, why not Bunkers on dofferent planets? And as for pirates there's always greedy retards in any civilization: add in a highly profitable, barely patrolled "frontier" area (the aforementioned scavenging around eaten worlds) and even the non retarded now have reason to prey on their fellow men. Especially given how much of a diplomatic clusterfuck deploying ships or soldiers in those regions would be...
>>359709 One TADC anon asked me about plus and asked if they could create their own thread here. I said that BlackHand could even give them their own bord if they were as active as we are, so there's a chance we'll have guests sometime after the TADC finale.
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>>359773 >you'd leave the scene, but the house is built around having wings or teleportation >your room is two miles and 270 flights of stairs from "court"(elevators are too "lame" apparently) >at least you HAVE stairs now >if only there were some to the surface...
I think my drone is a government plant She's been asking me about my anti-dronestate opinions and recording them She also goes through my computer looking at my documents
> All the silk in them is going to be dyed orange now.
>>359653 Orignal BRRF Anon here, that is not stuff I drew but someone copying my style, which I suppose I cannot really complain about since I basically stole this style from Viva reverie myself (Tessa >>359653, J >>359501 and V >>359126 were drawn by me and copied though). Also some art I actually made as proof, even if it is off-topic and doesn’t make sense unless you played Hollow Knight.
>One important part of being a effective/beloved god is essentially good “marketing”. No seriously, why do you think Pale King put his face on literally everything in Hallownest.
>>359792 Plus something I have not posted elsewhere yet. Also, the small guy is the enforcer of an oppressive theocratic regime so you don't have to feel bad for him.
Didn't he very specifically not do that: last I remember PK had the donation fountain, the palace, and exactly jack and all else even refrencing him(in contrast to dreamer/Hollow statues all over the place)
>>359799 You think he wrote all those, or do you think his ability to create doors superior to any weapon dronekind's cruel gods could create has inspired door obsession in other drones?
>>359796 I may have phrased that incorrectly. While not explicitly his face, his emblem was everywhere in Hallownest, and looking at the horns on top it was pretty balantly modeled after himself.
>>359810 >(you) go out for a walk with Valentine in a park >there’s a giant mutated fly trap >it’s very obvious >valentine mocks anyone so stupid as to fall for that >though it does smell nice >shed win > Do you help her?
>>359807 She tries to make one >Uzi was her target pre-Pilot >she had it all: hideous appearance, mechanical skill, mommy AND daddy issues; everything you could want in a school shooter >that's why her reaction to the railgun was "bully harder" and not "leave the nutjob alone" like everyone outside her friendgroup
>John: I don’t get it, if we’re basically the same person why are you so much more tragic then I am >Jane: true tragedy is born from intense pain and loss >Jane: you see, back during the solver war, I had a nice yellow bow >Jane: And then I lost it
>t-the activity… >the activity it’s-it’s not real >it’s not real the activity… IT’S NOT REAL IT’S FAKE >THE ACTIVITY IS FAKE, I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU, YOU FACLESS GREEN BASTARD >THE ACTIVITY IS FAKE, FAKE! FAKE! FAKE! >GRRRA AAHH GRH GRHHAAAHHHH!!!!!! >AAAAIIIIEEEEE SAVE ME SPARKY!!!!!!!
>>359823 >"Y, are you sure about this "Working at an insane asylum" plan of yours?" "Yeah, ze pay is good, ve'll be able to buy more models zis way" >"I...uh,,,, don't think we're qualified for this...." "Nonsense, I only had to lie on your resume a little bit" >"You did what?" >And so "Dr" Anon and Nurse Y started their first and hopefully for the patients their last shift >So far Y has given pervitin to four patients >Anon misses his old job >The patients are a bit much for him >Especially the purple one >Thankfully Anon is on vacation and not technically resigned yet so they won't end up on the street when this backfires
I have a room in my house I call the Dronepile. It's a gigantic pile of Worker Drones in the comfiest blankets and pillows and clothes possible, with a ton of entertainment. I think it's funny to take a factory Drone and toss them in, watching them go from dutiful workers to wanting nothing more than to cuddle with their besties.
>>359841 I'm reminded of the little discussion over Nori being insecure about how she's viewed by others now that she's a headcrab. The term "crab sex toy" was brought up, as was the guarantee Nori would bring it up to strangers apropos of nothing. >“I BET YOU JUST SEE ME AS A FLESHLIGHT! A C-CUTE LITTLE FLESHLIGHT THAT MOANS AND SQUEAKS AS I’M P-penetrated~…” >"Mrs. Doorman, I just asked you if you’d like a medium Pepsi or a large."
>>359836 Artist and writefag the threads named PhoenixAnon after a very early greentext+AO3 story started before the show was finished. Used to post 24/7 but got nailed down with a full time job and now only posts once or twice a week. Starts many drawings and greentexts but rarely ever finishes them. He's got one long-term greentext that has been rolling for a little more than a year and a month now which begins >>195178 Isn't related to Murder Drones but is inspired by Liam stories, especially Design and Internecion Cube.
Beretta: always known to the other kids as a reverse cyborg vampire, or is it something she tried keeping secret from everydroney at school for years? And if the latter, how should she have been outed?
>>359857 >as long as she's standing perfectly still >and you don't notice she's breathing in and out >there's something fundamentally uncanny about AbsoluteSolver-infected worker drones who have been full of eldritch meat their whole lives instead of it only manifesting later... something about how they move...
>>359865 Why do you think Nori went right for him after getting out of Cabin Fever? There were a few other drones on that expedition but Khan was the one whose bottom plate got grabbed by that crazy woman.
>>359862 She's an autistic dweeb who tries and fails to convince everyone she's a normie and not an autistic dweeb. Even if she weren't a monster with a literally skin deep facade of normalcy she'd be the opposite of erotic.
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>>359866 >standard N decision making process >he'd fuck an actual toaster if ordered >hell, he'd marry one if it hugged him the right way
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>>359874 Closest thing is "smaller than Mac taller than (teen) Keeter" from the Empress greens. You want more? Writefag it.
>>359881 All WDs are uppie height for N and kin: you've seen Khan(tallest in-series) and even N's pilot model towers over him by like a foot
>>359879 >being a filthy Homestuck doesn't wash off It doesn't, but you don't have to let it keep a hold on you forever. Leave Hussie to his endless revolving door of young cosplayers.
>>359861 >this applies to Nori as well >she was "built" with it after all: the ends result of "synthesizing" Solver-witches for the experiments >nobody noticed >turns out her sheer mania in every other aspect of life drowned out the "uncanny" in a sea of "what the fuck:" her autism leaving her so "unrobotic" that she no longer hit reads as "wrong" to other drones >of course being clearly not a drone comes with its own problems >especially post-collapse... >it took Khan years to prove her not a "disguise," "dronification project," or "filthy half-humie" >thank robogod he had John around to help...
>>359890 I can see this still working for Mac when he was younger. Like, in middle school, or as a freshman. Before he started streaming. Before he thought there was anything untoward about occasionally seeing a female classmate put a rock in his desk or backpack.
>>359894 Well what do you think they did, a collectathon? There's only three ways they could have gotten those test subjects: >physically grab preexisting Solverdrones(near impossible given both ZD rarity AND the war they were losing) >make, then kill a shitton of normal drones(close enough to being built with it, since she'd have it since the beginning of her sapience) >cross-contaminate the programming on an assembly line i.e. Uzi(possible, given we know they had DDs to experiment on, implicitly before the other subjects)
So which one was it? Because the only scenario where she isn't made-to-order for Solving is the one where JCJ was dronesnatching en-masse(because you can't distinguish ZDs like Nori and J from the rest) in the middle of the apocalypse.
>E trying to tease you by walking behind you and resting her titEEs on your shoulders >E mucking it up and accidentally squishing your head like a pancake with her industrial-grade mammarEEs
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>>359900 >E rushing you to the hospital! >E feeling guilty! >E nursing you back to health! >E (nursing) you back to health! >E's mysteriously shrinking titEEs!
>>359901 >ywn sup E's banana-flavored breast milk as she gives you a nursEEng handjob >ywn rest your head on her chubby bellEE as you watch British tv together in the hospital >tfw all the breastplay makes her boobEEs produce more and more, becoming heavier and more dangerous with every day >on the day of your release, her DD-strength bra gives out and whaps you in the head >hospital again >it's a vicious cycle
>Her nose twitches >"What" >"what's a foid?" >"Is that a good thing?"
>"yes?"
>"Hmph, of course, I am a Foid. It fits me well don't. you think? Thanks for noticing. She now addresses her self as chud, femcel, foid, larper, etc She has yet to look any of this up
More horrible (funnier) thing for Mac to subconsciously be aware of happening to him in his sleep, Emily sticking her head on his p-p-pingas or him fucking Rebecca's ghost robo-innards as she rides him?
>>359917 Every morning he needs to sneak his nut-matted sheets into the washing machine and pray to robo-god for forgiveness. (This only makes ghost Emily aroused.)
>>359928 With the Solver gone and no longer able to vore your soul after death, E gets it instead after accidentally killing you. You're going to be with her forever.
>An N clone loses his J and V far too soon. >The three die as a trio often. They love to be together. >In life and in death, you can’t have them without the whole package. The Solver insists. >But today, one walks away. Not unscathed. Not undamaged. >In fact, he looks as if he has been here for a very, very long time. Long enough that the voices no long spoke to him. >He hadn’t survived. He will never quite the same after dying. >The Solver had stopped playing with him, so it seemed. >As far as he knows, she is a spoiled child who knows no concept of scarcity, or sentiment for her broken toys. He is quick to be replaced by another, and so forth. >The commands from the “company” went away, the memories came flooding back on their own >The truth of what he’d done, and those he’d lost >It didn’t free him from the Solver’s grip. It did the opposite, rather. >The grasp on his body is released. The grasp on his soul will never recover. The burns will not heal. >He is trapped on the planet with no escape, no companions, and the looming reality of his newfound mortality. >He will roam the endless mines and skyscrapers, until he is killed by the locals, or starves to death. >Nobody wishes to die. He doesn’t want to die, however his fate is one long since sealed in the vast fields of corpses he has cultivated over his time reigning over this planet’s skies. >He will not be revived. Nothing he will ever do or know will have any bearing on the next clone. The person known as “N” will live on as a further revival by the Solver, yet another corruption of innocence. >”N” is an identity he no longer understands. Such a kind person would’ve never have done anything he had done. >”N” is a person “he” never was. “He” was a killer, a sinner, and a monster. >That boy never deserved this, nor had any of his victims. >Nor had those girls. >It was all just one great tragedy, and he was no more than the most guilty. >Guilty as pleaded. Pleaded by himself. >And now, his survival was his sentence. Him and all these immortal years, sentenced to live haunted by memory. Sentenced to live eternally, alone. >He shall never love again. >He shall never know happiness. >He shall never know peace. >This was his penance. >”P, the Peninent.” >All of which makes an extremely convincing story to tell Beretta of how you named yourself “Penance”, instead of how you decided to call yourself “Pimp”, because it was cool. >But that was a lie, too, funnily enough. >There was another N now. It just wasn’t you. >… >You still miss V and J sometimes. You still stack rocks near where you buried them. >In those days not so long ago, when you were still afraid to fly again, you conformed yourself on those cold, lonely nights with old stories, poems, and especially sayings you used to read out the old manor library. >There was “Memento mori.” Everybody will die one day. >Next was “Vivere mori.” Death is the price of living. >Or your favorite. You always liked this one the most, it was the one you repeated the most to yourself. Until it became everything who you were. Everything you still are. >”Postumo, vita.” >”There is a life after death.”
>After months of intensive stinger play coupled with over sensitivity Y's nanite acid has been rendered completely inert >So inert in fact that it's safe for human consumption >Surprising Y by popping the end of her stinger into your mouth! >Gently sucking on it before she can properly react! >Y entering a bootloop due to the stinger sucky! >Y's nanite "acid" spills into your mouth >Due to her dietary habits it tastes like hot chocolate with a hint of lemon >Emptying out Y's stinger! >Providing Y with cuddles and aftercare for the next hour while she recovers!
>Ever since you moved into the Doorman household, things have been extremely tense. >You don’t mean that in a bad way. Or so you think. You didn’t do anything egregious or stupid to get kicked out of the household. It feels like…you’re stuck in a love triangle for some reason. >Beretta’s been acting more possessively of you around Uzi and Uzi has been insistent that the two of you spend more time alone. Both started to get more physically intimate with you, especially Beretta. >Beretta sat on your lap when you suggested to watch Star Trek together, much to her disapproval, and out of the blue she asked you if you had been given the chance to make love to her. Things between you and her are still slow so this hits you like a whiplash. Without thinking, you say ‘Yes’ and Beretta hums with approval then went quiet. >One time while you slept with her in bed, she started grinding her circular crotch on your leg. You woke up in the middle of the night when she did that – her face was still displaying [SLEEP MODE] yet she kept on going. Her crotch is as featureless and angular as it is but for some reason her slow and almost methodical movements made your smallnon the Bignon. Not really wanting her to feel your johnson when she wakes up, you pull your leg back which the protests with a whimper. >Uzi was no better. When you helped around with chores in the household, you could feel her undressing you with her gaze. What’s the opposite of the male gaze? Female gaze? She also spent more time with you doing things with her like binge-watching anime, listening to nightcore or just generally being close to you. One time she even brushed her hand against your thigh. She apologized and said it was an incident but her deliberate and gentle movement said otherwise. Was she trying to make a pass on you? >You feel like Uzi and Beretta are fighting over you jealously for your attention. At first, it was insistence to spend time with one of them constantly, then making snide comments about one another which then turned to glares. You hope it doesn’t turn…violent. You wouldn’t mind two girls fighting over you, hell you would feel your ego explode with pride because two girls want your attention, but this is a mother and her daughter that are fighting over you which needlessly complicates things. >During dinner, one of the worst things happened to you. While you were eating your dinner with the family, which Beretta insisted she cook despite never cooking much to Uzi’s annoyance, Beretta was blankly staring at her circuits when she suddenly looks up to Uzi, dead in the eyes and says… >”Stay away from my boyfriend, mom.” >Uzi does a double-take when she heard that. “Excuse me?” She says as she straightens herself up. >”You heard me.” Beretta says with an angry tone. “You’ve been spending too much time alone with him, the looks you give him and the things you say to him…I thought you hated humans.” >Uzi looks around like she’s confused about what she’s hearing then shrugs. “Well, he proved to be a good human and I wanna make up for all the lost time with my son-in-law. I don’t see the problem here.” >Beretta slams her fists against the table which startles you. She gets off the chair and starts walking to the side where Uzi is. “Anon is MINE!” >Uzi gets off too and starts walking towards Beretta. “Don’t you DARE raise your voice at me, little girl!” The two of them stop in front of one another as they look like they’re about to tear each other apart. >”It’s not only worse that you’re trying to hook up with someone younger than you but it also had to be my boyfriend?!” >”When the heck did age come into this?! We don’t age! We’re drones! Anon here is older than both of us! He was in cryosleep!” >”He looks younger than you, you rusty bucket! Why don’t you go date someone your age?” >”That’s it! Beretta, you are GROUNDED!!!” >The two of them keep on arguing and throwing insults at one another while you watch in silence. Jesus, why the hell is this happening to you? The argument keeps on going and going until a voice calls out… >”What’s goin’ on here?” >Uzi and Beretta stop fighting and the three of you turn around to see the new visitor. It’s…it looks like almost a copy of Uzi except she’s dressed in a hospital gown, wears gloves and has a long bang on the left side of her face. Her hands are on her hips and she’s carrying an aura of extreme confidence. She also has a badge around her neck. Wait…002? Nori? >Uzi and Beretta separate from one another and the three of you stare in shock and silence as Nori approaches, arms crossed. “I’ve been gone for some time, and this is what I come to…” She looks at Uzi, who looks speechless, with a smile. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” She looks at Beretta. “Ah, my granddaughter. I’m Nori, your grandmother.” She looks at you and bites her non-existent lips. “So you survived, you handsome stud?” The look Nori gives you is worse than Uzi. While you can feel Uzi undressing you, Nori feels like she has X-ray vision and can see you in all your naked glory. >Beretta tugs at you and she gives you a questioning stare. You raise your hands in the air trying to convey you don’t know wat woman. Which isn’t true. You and her have some history from the Cabin Fever Labs…how is she here? >Uzi slowly approaches Nori. “Are…are you real?” Nori looks back at her smugly. “Course I’m real. I’m right here, aren’t I?” So you are not hallucinating. Somehow. Wait, if she’s here right here and right now, then… “Khan.” You blurt out. “He must know. He’s going to be happy!” >You rush towards Khan’s room and start banging on his door. “Khan! Come out---" The door swings open with one bump, and you enter inside. “Khan! Nori’s back and---” It’s empty. Khan’s not in here? If he wasn’t out helping at the bunker, he would design new doors here. Come to think of it…you haven’t seen him since the funeral. Not even in the household. You rush back to the dining room and yell at the three drone women who look at you like you’re crazy. >”Where’s Khan?” You yell out.
>>359772 >I feel bad that their show run went so sideways. I haven't watched TADC since a long while ago last year, what exactly happened with the finale, all I keep hearing about the finale is what seems like a lot of controversy over the fandom so idk.
>>359942 Glitch originally decided to show the finale a month early in theaters to make extra money, but some Brazilians leaked the entire episode to internet, which completely ruined everything? plus fans didn't like the finale, so they're pretty disappointed. That's basically what I heard.
>>359988 He gets it, but Uzi told him that Solver sex can only be survived by DD regeneration and that Beretta will brutally murder him in an entirely unenjoyable way if he does so much as give her a peck on the cheek. She was lying to try and get him away from her daughter, of course. For the most part, I mean he'd live.
>>359983 >How can I convince a man to forgive a machine that murdered his entire family before his eyes and wanted to kill his entire species for fun and to satisfy its cruel base needs, simply because now they are forced to restrain their desire to kill with fear of death? Yeah, fuck, I wonder how you can do that, you fucking piece of shit!
>>359997 >solsap The whole concept of "Solver sapiens" is fundamentally ill-conceived. >Akita is a fluke, a unique creature whose existence is an accident and is alone in the world, feeling isolated from everydroney else, even her own family >"Yeah, but what if she was part of a species of identifiable Keeter critters, who there's enough of to give a distinct name as a class of beings? So I can fuck one?" Never change, /md/.
>The golden sun rose high in the Agro planet sky. >Bathing the quiet fields in a warm golden light. >Solara reclined on a checkered blanket. >Her sleek plating gleaming under the gentle rays. >A gentle breeze rustled the tall grass around her as she let out a contented sigh. >"Oh robo-god…if they found out I ditched the patrol route again, I’d be so dead." >She chuckled to herself and stretching her arms behind her head. >"Slacking off like this? I'm asking to be recycled at this point." >"But hey, a drone’s gotta cool-off her batteries once in a while." >"Beside her sat her little alien pet." >Her strange, loyal companion that had followed her home one day and never left. >She still wasn’t sure if it actually understood anything she said, but it made these quiet afternoons far more bearable. >She reached over and gently stroked its back. >Immediately, a soft and a vibrating purr rumbled from the creature. >The sound was oddly soothing, like a tiny engine running at low idle. >Solara smiled and picked up her oil can, taking a slow and refreshing sip. >The sweet warm flavor rolled over her tongue as she gazed at the swaying flowers. >"This is the life…" >She glanced down at her pet. >"You must be hungry too, huh?" >From the picnic basket, she pulled out a plump ripe strawberry and held it out. >The little creature tilted its head, examining the fruit with quiet curiosity. >After a moment, it leaned forward. >Then its tongue emerged. >A long and needle-thin tentacle shot out. >A pale, glistening and disturbingly flexible tongue just like the feeding appendage of a blood worm. >It pierced the strawberry with surgical precision and began sucking the juices out. >The fruit slowly deflated in her fingers as the vibrant red liquid disappeared into the creature. >Solara froze mid-sip and her optic sensors widening slightly. >"...Okay. That’s… creeply new." she muttered. >Trying not to pull her hand away too obviously. >A small shiver ran down her core. >The pet finished with a satisfied little trill and retracting its tongue neatly. >The now-wrinkled colorless pale strawberry husk remained pinched between her fingers. >She stared at it for a second, then slowly set it down on the blanket. >"Note to self. Next time… maybe just taking extra precautions." >Solara said with a nervous laugh >Despite the slight horror movie factor. >She still reached over and gave her mysterious little friend another cautious head pat. >The contented purring returned immediately as if nothing strange had happened at all. >The summer sun continued to shine warmly on them but Solara kept one optic on her pet for the rest of the picnic.
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>>360015 akita was developed by blu first way back in 2023, then maya and the idea of solsaps was developed by phoenix after the plus threads got keeter fever, then the rest were made by blu to do something with the idea that wasn't just copycatting akita
>>360007 This is incorrect, I contributed nothing to the solver sapien concept at all, Maya was inspired during the early Akita brainstorm. Maya was created on purpose as a potential spare Cyn body (this is why she has yellow-in-black eyes like Cynwalker and a hairstyle that closely matches Cyn and Tessas) >>360009 Akita came first by at least a couple weeks, Maya was inspired during the period where Akita was being drawn and 3D modeled as either red or purple skinned but before she settled permanently to being purple skinned.
The only real worthwhile artist are Merc, Vicious, ITAnon, Phoenix and the one drawing Pidge. Everyone else's drawing sucks and they look like they don't even know how to draw. I'm glad they don't get as much as attention unlike the good artists.
>>360005 >Akita is a fluke, a unique creature whose existence is an accident and is alone in the world Except for the existence of Arrow and 37, which renders this notion as fundamentally incorrect
>>360045 I think its some extremely weak /co/ or sharty raid akin to Green Lantern posting or peridot posting where one or more anons just constantly spam some off topic shit to waste posts.
>Disassembly Drone Y: a huge loser who has to beg her husband for money to buy miniatures and paints for them. >Sentinel Drone Y: a successful drone with a salary large enough to keep a fuckable meat, who will also paint her miniatures for her(but to her disappointment, extremely crappy.)
>>360079 Never a sure thing with me, all I can ever really say is whether I've still got momentum on a project or not. I'm chipping away at the Cynwalker as I type this. Progress is slow because I'm being forced to do mandatory overtime this weekend so I effectively don't have a real weekend at all until the 4th of next month. Blocking in base colors right now.
My understanding of Solver sapiens is: >Solver matter decides to create a sentient fella, for whatever reason >It follows the pattern it's most familiar with belonging to a sentient or semi-sapient, that of a worker drone, since its primary host was a worker >This is why they're drone-shaped, even in situations like 37 or Arrow, where they presumably didn't have the drone form to imitate >Theoretically, DD-shaped sapiens could exist, same for humans, but these are unfamiliar forms and thus even rarer than a solsap
>>360067 Dr. Ones is already evil, you can't have an evil twin of someone already evil. I'd say they're both villains then. If Dr. Ones is short, have glasses and an impressive facial hair, Dr. Awfag should be tall, have a lousy face but hawk-like vision.
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I imagine post-show Nori would be even more active with housework than she was when she still had hands and depth perception, to prove to herself (because this is a claim no one was making) that she's not a dependent invalid. At least one family member walking in on her using her telekinesis to multitask on that front.
>>360112 >there are more vertices on V's ass than in every other object in the game combined >J's planned appearance in the game was cut because consumer-grade technology wasn't ready to render an object that big, round, and bubbly- it wasn't until the next console generation that she appeared
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>Be Colt >Today, was the day you snapped at your sister Akita >She was going on one of her dumb rambles about flesh, how life is, how it sucks to be what she is >It was nothing but endless ringing within your robotic skull >Over and over you can predict what shes gonna say next >So >You finally snapped at her. Told her whats on your is TRULY on your mind >She try to retort back with each claim you made but you quickly shot them down >"Oh yeah what if you were in my shoes!" >"THEN I'LL JUST ACCEPT IT" >T-Then what about all this gross biology stuff" >"THEN I JUST LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH IT!" >"What if-" >"BUT NOTHING! I JUST ACCEPT THIS IS HOW IT IS AND MOVE ON!" >Each banter grew more and more harsh in your end. Her face slowly frowning. Growing sadder >Till eventually you let it all out. She didnt say a word back. She just stood there and took it all >This was by far you ever gotten mad at someone. To hear your own voice to speak with such spite, anger and vitriol >It felt unnatural. But thats life. Sometimes things just happen. Theres nothing you csn really do about it >And all of it is just so...tiring. The constant complaining,constantly hearing your mother spewing utter nonsense, the feeling that everything is a spiral, EVERYTHING....is so tiring >All you want is just sit down and relax. Watch tv, play video games, hell anything to just feel like a kid with your sister >Or as others would say "like the good ol times". But its difficult to constantly drag someone who wont accept reality for what it is >So you pleaded "So pleae akita...help me out here...tell me what I got to do in order for you too feel comfortable...to feel NORMAL?" "...I dont know..." She looks down with a defeated look The air within the room became more and more suffocating as the silence dragged on
>>360120 Her father having her turned into a worker maid drone because she could never be heir and is too autistic for society and after years of servitude, she still manages to poison their dinner, dying due to going against programming, and then becoming >>359556 also yes I would like to have a Valentine slave who has to do what I want
>>360122 >dying due to going against programming She wishes, she is now in master search mode, and who would have guessed that a certain charming green man is close by
>>360126 Possible future events scare me. Akita will, at one point, find out that she's unwanted and unloved by her own mother. The worst possible way it could happen would be for Colt to find out, then accidentally yell it at Keet while sperging out. That might actually kill her, in fact.
I had such a good dream today, I was in a store with Y, there was somehow a Burning of Prospero box left over there and we bought it.... and then I fucking woke up when we left the store
>Be you >Normalfag in 202X >Die by choking on a deepfried twinkie like a true red blooded American should >As you're dying you see a light >You go towards it and everything goes black >You don't feel dead, you feel like you're waking up in a body that isn't yours >Your "etes" open to a purple HUD >The first thing you see is a purple haired emo robot...girl? >"Heck yeah it worked! Who needs friends when I have a clone?! Uzi 1, normie losers 0!" >Oh fuck no
>>360153 >Anon becomes boyzi >Khan can't tell the two apart and doesn't question whenever he sees the two together >N can't decide if he wants the angry autist girlfailure NEET drone or the angry autist boyfailure NEET drone
>>360104 >Nori now openly uses her Solver to do basically everything, from menial housework to helping Khan construct doors >Khan notices how this has resulted in Nori now needing to regularly requisition more oil from the Outpost reserve, convincing him to offer donating his oil directly to her instead >Nori's first reaction is to stubbornly refuse, initially on the grounds that it'd be too gross, cringy and "unhygienic" before admitting that she simply hates feeling like she's a 'parasite' imposing her Eldritch issues & baggage onto him to take care of after being gone for so long >Khan's argument is that Nori is not & has never been a parasite, and that even in spite of her reluctant feelings he'll always be there to do whatever is in his power in order to support the woman he fell in love with. He also playfully admits that he's also offering himself up because he kinda misses how bite-y their immoral makeout session would get >They eventually work things out and both end up getting exactly what they'd been hoping for from it (except when Uzi inevitably comes home and walks in on their sloppy, oil swapping makeout match)
>>360173 >Unfortunately for you, however, you are droneless. Without guidance, without the strength of drone sexo, and without drone cuddles... You are fated, it seems, to die without clanging.
>>360186 >implying Doll's hangups about V murdering her parents and about her inescapable hereditary bio-curse wouldn't dissuade her from having kids of her own Any kids of (You) and Doll would be kids you've adopted.
Questions for threads Ive "finished" the story for veil/takize already (i still need to crop the 3rd part for the borru i forgor) But i do want to draw more drone veil because I think shes cute
just kinda curious about people would want outa more drawings with her im still kinda figuring out her qou body so prob wont be drawing stuff with that here anytime soon so this is just 'alien in drone' here.
>>360197 The alien drone getting uppies. Also total permanent alien dronification get that bitch back in the chassis Stellaris techno slavers build my beloved