Jobber thread edition: 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 Previous thread: >>362033
>Tessa survives the events of the show, but is reduced to a black, symbiote-esque goop >J wears Tessa around her, Tessa taking the shape of a slick business suit >instead of giving J super strength, symbiote Tessa keeps trying to get J to fuck N
>>362879 Indulging in more Tessa the Human* is definitely still on the bucket list (and is looking far more likely to actually materialize now that my brainworms are craving drone content again), although right now there are a few other projects/greens I'm preoccupied with that I'll need to wrap up first before I can confidently step up to bat for this idea again. That being said, I do have some pretty solid ideas for at least a few different greens that'll really flesh out the 'tism I have for this concept. For the sake of fanning the flames of that fire under my ass here's a sneak peek at what I've got in mind
>Greentext loredump (styled akin to those Post-Canon Good Ending ones from way back) that establishes all the important details & tidbits regarding what I've got in mind for everything related to Tessa the Human* >Greentext where the setup of "What if Tessa tried running away instead of fighting Cyn at the Gala?" starts a domino effect that inevitably reveals how Tessa the Human* becomes one of The Solver's favorite 'pets' >Greentext set during and/or after Earth falling that focuses on some of the torturous 'training' Cyn subjected onto Tessa the Human* in order to mold her into a false hero double-agent against the remaining uncorrupted human systems >Greentext set during the height of the Solver War that explores what exactly being a "false hero double-agent" entails for Tessa the Human* (show up to 'save' a planet and/or people, temporarily turn the tide against marauding DDs, abuse increasingly legendary reputation to deeply embed within said planet and/or people, covertly sabotaging any real threats or obstacles they pose towards The Solver's spreading corruption whilst overtly destroying any evidence and killing all survivors to maintain the ruse, rinse & repeat somewhere else)
Quick green i made out of boredom: >Be you, Anon. >You suddenly woke up with a headache and beside you was a drone you don't recognize. >[WORRY]Are you alright, anon? >Just be careful, okay? >You took 5 steps backwards and alarmed from this new stranger. >Look, I know you're shaking. >[SMILE]It's scary, but trust me, once we get down here. >it's going to be so much better... It has to be. >You're thinking about you next move carefully. >Come on, Anon. >[Confusion]Are you that scared? >I mean, I do get it. >This dead planet can be pretty creepy and it too quiet. >But this is the only home that I know. >But I will be with you the whole time. >[TITLE HEAD]Why are looking at me like that? >Did you really think I was going to let anything hurt you? >But you...we made it, didn't we? >You still give that disgust expression. >So, what's the issue? >[Laughter] Is it our little hideout? >The solver or the murder drones aren't going to find us here. >[WORRY]Nothing else will, everyone thinks this planet dead. >[PANIC]Just you and me forever. >Just us. Me and you. >Your home? >This is going to be your new home. >[ANGRY] I SPENT MONTHS MAKING THIS SAFE FOR YOU! >I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! >WHY ARE YOU STILL LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?! >[REGRET]Sorry, don't know what came over me. >[Slightly walking backward]I'm sorry, please quit give me that look. >Quit looking at me like a virus in my own home. >The drone covered her optics and started weeping. Day of isolation: 230
>>362963 Teaser, literally. This is a bit of a composite of my favorite Tessas and the 3D model Tessa since we don't have any canon features for her pre-Cynwalker. Premise, slight spoilers for the planned green This happens after a long-ago green where Tessa meets and successfully flirts with a rich Anon stud, but is interrupted before anything more scandalous than an ungloved hand can occur. Confined to her rooms, pent up and frustrated beyond endurance, she sends for one of her drones for urgent "assistance" relieving her stress and loneliness
>Fun Evening OC Facts: the sentinel drones aren't all dead in post-canon because they died in battle. They're all dead because the fighting is over and an expendable friend-shaped slavebot who's also a Wunderwaffe is still an expendable friend-shaped slavebot and treated accordingly. >"[...] The entire human race thanks you for your service, presses F to pay respects, and commends your sacrifice." >"Pavo, what's he tal-" >*all of the SDs' cores detonating at once*
>>362987 Not everything is from an AU. The sum total of inspiration for this art and upcoming greentext are someone else's saucy 3D model and what must be a nearly three year old greentext I can barely remember. So no.
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>>362992 Thad INFERIOR. Human SUPERIOR and WILL dominate the drone!
>Cyn is not completely heartless >she has saved several old Earth artifacts for viewing >like the Sistene Chapel >of course, she renamed it the Sissy-Teen Chapel and had thousands of captured artists paint pictures of big brother N everywhere, but it's the thought that counts
>When the angry faux-German drone calls you out for hacks after you sniped her pilot from the ground during one of their divebombs. Anyway I saved Not!Kat before being gunned down by an MG34. Totally fuckin' worth it though. True story too. I went for a hail-mary shot with an Enfield and it landed. I have never been so happy to see a Messerschmitt drop out of the sky like that. Thanks Easy Red 2.
>be me, Negev Anon the Younger >realize that with the chronology I'd written, by having Amda (forma de clussy fantasma) be stuck down in Cabin Fever until after the AS tried eating the planet again, I have condemned her to twenty years of watching shy, polite Alice, someone she probably considered a friend, lose all hope then lose her mind, unable to help her or even reassure her Yabba dabba doo.
>DDs Nothing: they're supposed to be "robots" for the LARP, so their meat's as minimal as Cyn could make it. May drop meat, bone shards, and nanites through their connector when "broken"(i.e. matter collecting, damaged, built-wrong)
>Zombiedrones(mutation) A slimy, oozing gunk akin to saliva or the film over an eyeball. Keeps the port "lubricated" and the mechanical/electronic portions synchronized(mutates without this are probably Dead On Revival). Likely other residue(meat, chitin, hair etc) based on specific mutation.
>Zombiedrones(intentional change) These things are so Solverfied that even the outer plastic starts melting, becoming more akin to skin than metal: a pattern their port follows. Expect muscle, blood, and caution-tape in their ports assuming they still have usable ones in the first place.
>Witches Varies like the mutates, but... special. Their greater connection to the Absolute flows through to anything they themselves connect to as well, enabling "infection" through not just code-to-code contact, but their leavings as well: witches can make "accidental" mutates just by forgetting to clean things they jack in, leaving bits of their internals to infest and grow inside the next drone that uses them. Or even to grow on their own(see Keeter reproduction), if the connected cable has a data storage attached...
>Phoenix Sentinels They shouldn't. They couldn't. Everything that could even hint at their Solver infection was either destroyed or, in those instances not possible, contained by internal UVs and directed heat. Still... the Solver is impossible too. Things, *growths* happen. Malignant. Active. Rebellious flesh that yearns to grow. There's a reason Sentinels only connect with their cradles
>>363025 >Doll's always had an oil-stained skirt >including her "happy" Pilot self
You think she helped mom with her diet(stealing oil, robbing graves etc), or was Yeva just a messy eater? There weren't disappearances before the Pilot, so she was implicitly getting oil from *somewhere* that involved neither murder nor telling Khan.
On another note... do you think Doll learned her recipies from Yeva? That cooking (both cannibalistic and not) was something they did together before V happened?
>>363002 There hasn't been any context to this repeated phrase and I have not seen how it relates to Murder Drones in the time since I've been in the threads three years ago.
What if JCJenson instead of making WDs made bio-engineered humans who have no rights like Tyrell? Imagine Cyn making highly-attractive bio-engineered vampires.
>>363032 I feel like her still having oil stains on her clothes in the first episode was a relic of the pre-rewrite plot, sorta like the corpse spires and three landing pods approaching the planet. Maybe originally V was going to murder her parents explicitly while the three were out scavenging for Yeva, instead of in some vague time at a vague place but implicitly inside during episode 1.
>>363051 The advantage of drones is that they're tiny and friend-shaped, so if they take issues with their treatment people are less inclined to support them and more inclined to give them condescending headpats and/or put them on top of filing cabinets and other things that are high up for them but not for a human. And they're even more superhumanly strong than replicants would be and don't have biological needs like replicants would, but the fact that sympathizing with them will be harder is the biggest benefit.
>Fun Morning Canon Fact: the reason Yeva's and $YEVA'SHUSBAND'SFIRSTNAME's bodies weren't at the dinner table with their daughter's was because Khan took them to the Doorman residence's closet at the behest of a distraught Nori >they're keeping the half-melted remains of Nori's original body company there
>>363058 Not all. As demonstrated Cyn can "force" mutation (to a greater or lesser degree, if the basement is any indicator) on even completely normal drones (the most mutated ones from the basement renders didn't have hair) and in doing so effectively create ZDs out of them. Whether she did this outside the manor or not isn't shown, but it's clear that flesh-filled reanimates are something she (and therefore, other witches) CAN make if they feel like it.
>>363066 Zombie drones are any that anomalously boot back up, not just the exceedingly rare ones with "potentially hazardous mutations". Witches are a subcategory of mutant ZD.
>>363068 Fair enough, but I've seen ZD used on this board more often than not to refer to "fleshed but still worker" drones rather than the actual in-show meaning. Either way you understand what I'm saying
Which is why its important that they weren't: the mutates(if I can't use ZD) clearly lack hair, something the animators went out of their way to maintain in the other basement models and KNOWN to be exclusive to Tessa's salvages. The implication, therefore, is that these two in particular WEREN'T salvages, but rather "normal" manor staff Cyn transformed as part of her R&D. Anything more is speculation, but these are clearly made on purpose and clearly fleshed to the Nth degree, so I figured it was reasonable to add a seperate category for them.
>>363074 >tell your human husband that you're committed to not eating drones anymore >while walking through the city with him, a labor bot committing suicide jumps from the 3rd floor of the widget factory and falls directly into your mouth, followed by a near-instant conversion into drone fat
No one really enjoys these threads anymore. Most of the people are either left or lurking, waiting to see if something interesting happens once in a while or just repetitive discussion. There's only so much you can do with OC's before it starts to feel repetitive and boring. We've drifted too far from the show's original setting and Liam kino.
>>363081 You're correct, but I wonder if you're saying this because you actually believe it or because you know it's going to piss a bunch of people here off.
>>363079 It's not a Jife unless it weighs at least 500 pounds. Btw I'm having a lot of fun posting both about cannon and OC characters, I'm think I'm going to post more J
>>363087 NTA, but I'd like OC that isn't MD-related in name only. Like an Anon said year, niggas took ten seconds of a stock Apache model bought on the Unity asset store being onscreen and spun that into the Siege of Vraks.
>>363081 Well knuckle up buttercup and start writing green: the comic sucks ass, Glitch feeds us scraps, and Liam's sure as hell not coming back. You want more Vickers content? Help us make some.
Come to think of it, I don't remember anyone EVER writing green about Sparky or Keybug, despite them being confirmed pets in the post-canon... >inb4 Beretta learns Key is important to "mom backstory" >sets out for the lab with him to find answers >the more things change...
>>363089 I'd want a view into what's happening in the outpost, getting more of the cute little robot civilization the drones built would be cool and would help them feel as something more than basically NPC's in Uzi's power trip story
>>363092 >NPC's in Uzi's power trip story As I've said, MD makes so much sense if you imagine Uzi wrote it herself as a ventfic/vehicle for continuing to thirst over her third grade teacher who she still has unrequited feelings for Mr. Kovach
>>363081 So far as I can tell the whiners are the least productive, most disruptive, least valuable members of these threads, so while I sympathize and would love to see more "near canon" stuff, art, characters, writing, etc, I have no sympathy for people who just whinepost incessantly. I'm drawing two pieces of art and making a green for a canon character. If whineposters put even a minimal amount of effort or were capable of creativity at all they'd already have outproduced offtopic posters by a factor of like 3/1 But they never have done this, because whineposters are either totally lacking in creative drive and simply want contentslop to consoom or because they're /shartyco/ crossposters and figure if their threads have to be dogshit and overflowing with drama then ours do too.
>>363096 Or they've tried to be the change they want to see in the past but were left bitter and demoralized by how much less interested the typical Anon here was in their work compared to stuff that doesn't even try.
>>363096 >>363097 (me) Personally, I'd like to see more stuff about "fridge uncs", as Anons seem to believe they'd be called in 31st century vernacular, trying to get by in a world that's as alien to their 21st century sensibilities as their own time would be to someone from the 11th century. I'd do it myself, but I have my own greens and also trying to come up with complete sentences in 31st century English makes my brain leak out my ears.
>another Doll episode(what she was doing, how she contacted "Tessa," etc)
>dedicated Thad moment: not even an episode, just some character building/screentime like V got in eps 3 and 4
>dedicated HUMAN moment/remnant
>military outpost/vampire hunters episode(more opportunity for cool fights + hints at other outposts and their culture)
And now that this >>363092 anon's given me the idea, a "scheduling the field trip" episode >Uzi needs to reach Camp >too far (and too little sun cover) for the DDs >tries to commandeer a bus from its "stable:" complete failure >now the trio has to navigate the outpost's social dynamics to, by hook or crook, somehow convince a qualified drone to drive them >"them" being feral deathbots(and Uzi) >shenanigans (potentially including Doll) ensue
Sure it's a shit place for downtime, but it's also the ONLY place where having some would make sense besides the timeframe of Intermission. Add in the potential to flesh out the Bunker and its view of the DDs(and vice versa) some more and you've got an episode with at least the chance to improve the show rather than being purely self-indulgent slop. Still can't help but suspect the pacing as-is is too perfect to change though
Note to self: write Post-Good End greentext about the moment V was pointed down the path that led to her becoming a born again Robo-Christian who crochets and unironically calls herself a dingo mom.
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>>363107 >Pavo WILL... >Pavo might... >Alright: Pavo should at least make the attempt, out of obligation if nothing else >Just don't expect him to be happy about it...
Okay /md/, the Solver has you dead to rights and there's no escape, but it chooses to let you choose how you die because the idea amuses it. what are you picking as your form of death and why?
So after much peafowl research on my end, Pavo is Tamil, and FemPavo is Khmer. Use this information as you will. I will sadly be retiring the "Javanese FemPavo being racist towards Estonians" joke.
>>363113 Fem!Pavo will be destroyed by me and Pavo, and then I'll use my last bit of strength to fill Pavo's robot ass with my human seed until I pass out from dehydration. And then I'll wait to see which one of them gets pregnant first.
>>363129 Anon, how can you live like this?! Why do you continue to humiliate yourself in front of useless trash who don't even know what tribe she is?!
>>363133 Gooseworx really is a great writer, she should be allowed to do a movie with a billion+ dollar budget, imagine how big that cuckquarium would be! Imagine the intricate petplay scenes!
>>363141 Anon, you're groveling before a demon who, in the past, would have happily devoured you as a snack to go with the beer you serve now. Think what your father would say to you!
Lol, at first I couldn't find the Sentinel Drone Y art in all the piles of art I have. It's moments like these that really make me wonder how much contentfags have created.
>>363107 >"Hey, Pavo, if I got turned into a murder drone, would you kill me? Would you ever talk to me again?" >Pavo turns from the episode of House they're watching to look flatly at Techanon >"That's a stupid hypothetical, honey." >"I know, but what would you do?" >"How would that even work? The closest we've gotten to drone conversion is remote control via brain in a jar, right? So I'd find the jar-" >"No, no jar, I've been transformed into a murder drone outright." >"Is this a sex thing, Anon?" >"The fuck? Why would it be a sex thing?" >"It's either a dumb sex thing or it's just dumb, Nonnikins." >Anon flinches as Pavo whips out the worst pet name he's used in a while >"Come on, just answer the-" >"Nope. Watching the show instead." >Pavo's head swivels smoothly back to the TV, where House is yet again insulting his entire team before limping off, only to stop and realize his last insult gave him an idea as to how to cure the magic mystery patient of the day >"Asshole," Techanon mutters
>Much later... >A four-fingered metal hand fumbles at a keyboard, missing keystrokes from a phantom finger >Mint-green eyes narrow as the hand retreats into its aperture and comes back out with a malformed metallic pinky only capable of twitching >It retracts again, then comes back out, the fifth finger now branching off of the middle >Serial Designation TA sighs, slouching forward >A hand grabs his shoulder and pulls him back upright >TA looks up to see Pavo, giving a compassionate smile >"I never answered that dumb hypothetical you came up with. The one about you being... you know, turned." >Cyan eyes glance away from green ones for a moment, his smile twisting slightly with pain >"Guess we know the answer now, huh?" >TA turns away, staring at the floor, catching sight of the ill-fitting clothes he's wearing to try and grasp some semblance of normality >The hand on his shoulder disappears, replaced with two under his arms that lift him out of his chair in one clean motion >Pavo's arms wrap around TA and pull him close, a hand gently pressing the DD's head against his chest >Techanon's displayed eyes close, yet the ones mounted on his head continue to feed him data as he returns the hug >"I'll be there whenever you need me, okay, Anon?" Pavo whispers >"...Thanks, Pavo," Anon whispers, his voice module wavering
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>>363146 NTA that post the pic but someone who actually saw the leaks/film itself. That funpost text is almost near 100 percent accurate description of what basically went down in said film >Dont forget the va's also cried when ep 9 was being made and said "waaaaaaah this is very sad" >Pain
>>363142 My father met my mother when she basically kidnapped his drunk ass at a college party, he has no right to judge. And Y is not a demon she's an angel
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>>363146 To add on to what >>363150 said, after Goose finally busts a nut at the end of eight episodes of edging, waiting to finally completely obliterate the twink that was created as a proxy for >her pre-trooning self, Caine comes back. Turns out deletion isn't a real thing in Clown Hell. Caine then takes out the blue AI he ate for being meant to replace him and yeets it into the Void, which brings himself down to the same level as the AI homunculus clones. He then explains he was able to get an internet connection for a bit and shows them the social media accounts of the people they're all clones of, and they're all living their best lives (notably, IRL Jax isn't a troon despite all the autistic Reddithons who are going to swear up and down that's the only thing Jax could possibly be, he's "just" a zesty mailman who implicitly has a girlfriend) (who almost definitely pegs him). Caine is welcomed back and takes Jax's place as the sixth member of the gang. While Caine is out walking alone later, The Moon tells him he didn't program her to love him, she just does. The cellar is turned from an inaccessible oubliette to an aquarium that can be visited, where we see Kinger reading to Queenie and Pomni watching Jax swim around with Ribbit and Kaufmo. Gangle and Zooble are making full use of the Sex Update to lezz out together. Pomni thanks you so much for to playing her game. None of that ominous shit with Bubble in episode 8 (DELETE THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) is touched on. Why Scratch being the first to go Hollow was talked about like it's important and why mentioning him made Caine panic and bail is unexplained. Why Caine makes them forget their real names is unexplained. That thread of Caine's lowkey passive-aggressive daddy issues resentment of Kinger goes unaddressed. In meatspace, the humans all the main characters are engrams of wait at a bus stop. The End
>>363160 Yeah. Still cant understand how people say its a "masterpiece" or "wrap everything up". To me honestly it just makes more questions than answers. Welp time to add goose on the board of "leaving fans with more questions than answers" on the board >Liam is on the top 5 for mines
>>363162 >how people say its a "masterpiece" The hype of seeing it in a big movie theater full of other spergs and children. And of the theater exclusive intro by the Zach fish where we learn about how he fears death because he was medically dead for a couple minutes once and while he was out he only saw blackness and now he's scared that God (who he seems to see as a separate entity from Caine) doesn't want him.
>>363163 Well margaret atwood,(the handmaids tale. Which tbh pretty boring book the more I think about it),Sayaka Murata,(Earthlings),Douglas Adam,(The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Both books,movie radio show), Liam Vicker,(Most of his works), Arthur Machen,(The Great God Pan)
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>>363167 >Y insists on being called a "Dissassembler" >never killed a human(incompetence) >claims she's not a "REAL murderer" like the others as a result >of course never killed is not never *tried to kill* >and some of those wounds looked severe... >... >Y isn't a murderer >Y isn't a monster >drones aren't people, no matter what she's seen >and Anon will tell her that lie till the day he dies
>>363168 >a literal infant Beau's not a baby, he's a homunculus. Not the first one Alice made, but her first successful one; her first couple attempts to make a child spat acid at her and had to be smashed with a Bible.
>>363145 >Pavo rests on his knees, his big fat butt resting on the back of his legs as he wiggles in place in anticipation >his bright, blue eyes look up at his beloved techanon- distorted by the solver into the wicked visage of a murder drone >Pavo's tech is trying to manifest something simpler than a hand from an "armament assembler" located much further down than the two at the ends of his forearms >the human-turned-murder-drone bites his synthetic lip with a sharp fang, his tongue sticking out as he concentrates >with a exasperated sigh and a hearty thwip, techanon's new armament plops out of his assembler >"Hmm," Pavo hums, one of his big drone fingers lightly tracing along the disassembler's significant length, techanon shivering from the touch and his armament pulses and hardens as the sentinel exhales hot breaths onto sensitive flesh >"I think you had a vein here... yes, definitely here. I have pictures." >the drone standing above Pavo grits his teeth, his hands clenching and shaking as he concentrates, and a hot, fat vein slowly grows into place from the base nearly all the way through the length >"That's more like it, hon," Pavo smiles and slurps a bit of drool from his mouth, "but you were way bigger than that." >the disassembly drone glares down at him, "I think it's already bigger than-" >"WAY BIGGER!" Pavo shouts with a gay flourish of his hands to emphasize his point. "Like, twice as big," he extends his arms with his palms out to demonstrate before grinning and widening them further, "no three times!" >yellow eyes shut in concentration as its owner sighs, his penis retracting into its assembler as he tries again >techanon shakes from the mental effort, his whole body vibrating, toothplate grinding, fists clenched, his legs shaking like twigs >there's an interal whirr, a faint rumble, and a concerning grinding sound- as if something larger were stuck trying to emerge from a too-small hole >yet nothing emerges >Pavo leans forwards, digital eyes furrowed, his face approaching his lover's assembler >suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, a monstrous cock shoots out of techanon's lower assembler, bitch-slapping Pavo with a wet and meaty thwack that smears an ooze of potent pre on Pavo's cheek >"Oh my God," Techanon heavily breathes from the effort, his whole body still shaking as he struggles to balance "are you okay?" >Pavo looks up at him with digital hearts in his eyes, angling his tech's third leg onto his shoulder and rubbing his sore cheek against the hot and hard length >"I love it," Pavo declares berfore pressing his face into Techanon's crotch and inhaling deeply, "I love you :3"
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>>363171 >default worker eyes >default worker obedience >not even a hint of Solver infestation(since if Sentinels can use a DD arm, then anyone can)
Only as much as Khan is: seems pretty clear Beau's her (successful) attempt at crafting another worker from the spare parts she had. Deep down he's the same as any other first gen friendbot(minus the body)
>>363180 Alice comes across as a serious sadist, that whole hospital bed scene with Uzi is a great example. I definitely want to be one of her victims tho ngl
>>363192 How much of those tendencies do you think were there when she was a sensitive autismo who liked drawing cute deer and got bullied by Nori for being a nerd?
Those fucking corrupt bastards locked my brother up for nothing, and now they want to send him to prison rules some pink bitch and even claim he "killed drone." You can't kill something that's not alive, only broke it!
Anyway, screw them all, I'm going to save my brother. It shouldn't be hard, since all the prison staff there are stupid drones.
>>363192 Eh, she has not only had to deal with hostile regenerators a lot already, but she also has a personal grudge against Nori so I wouldn't take her treatment of Uzi and Co. as a normal example of her behavior.
Alright guys, very funny story, I popped a blood vessel in my face and spend the last hour running around a hospital and got some meds, fun. Hopefully it's nothing serious and I don't wake up in Hyperdronea. Good night MD
>>363194 >Sadism None: it's a coping mechanism for living 20 years in a death-pit of dinosaurs surrounded by somehow even WORSE monsters while butchering everyone she's ever known to stay alive, not to mention crafting her only "friend" from their corpses. Even V arguably had it better.
>Mechanical interest ...debatable. I have a suspicion(via Beau's design + her tail) that Alice was one of the few drones interested in self-improvement/modification: why have two arms when you could have four? Why have legs when you could have claws? And why in the name of robo-god would ANYONE seperate the core and visor(note: to make drones more fragile). Between prefering deer to humansonas AND not indulging the otherwise universal human-LARP I can see why she'd get bullied a lot.
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A John and Molly green >Be John >You're currently visiting an abandoned location >Why you may ask? Simple: a rumor going around of a delusional disassembly drone larping as something >And to be quite frank you had nothing better to do so you decided to visit the rumor of this supposed location >... >Time pass and you were able to come across the location. Looking around it seems like studio for kids entertainment >Place is littered with the frozen capsule of those who use work here...simply hope they're resting peacefully >As you continie to wonder around something got caught on your foot. And before you knew it you began hearing a noise. It...sounded familiar >As you quickly take the thing off your foot and hastily move towards the sound is coming from. But not to quick that itll make a ruckus >Step by step >Creeping inch by inch you finally hear it clear as day >... >You know this song >And a quick glance you saw who it is >With that thing,the paper, that was caught on your foot >It made it more bitter >So you approach. Making yourself known by knocking on a broken hinge door >The way she looked at you, her tone quickly changing...it felt like her world just became brighter... >"Nothing good lasts forever" as you told yourself >You tried your best to get her back to her senses >But she kept dragging you around. Talking to the ghosts that was once there. Acting like she was still on that very show she performed on those years ago >So you called out her name >She didn't listen >You called out her name again. Louder >She kept on ingoring you >John:"MOLLY!" >she was startled >Molly:"O-oh! Um....Did I upset you...I'm sorry. Its been so long that we have a new neighbor here within the neighborhood that I lost a bit of myself...sorry" >John:"-sigh- Molly....You got to wake up....the show is over-" >Molly:"ITA NOT OVER!-....It's...not over. Its ONLY starting!" >Molly did quick breathing exercises to compose herself >Molly:"ok..brining back the mood...Alrighty Neighbor welcome to my neighborhood at Mollys Toyhouse! Oh how rude of me! I forgot to even ask you your name. Let me gue-" >John:"Its John" >Molly:"Oh...John. You know that name is familiar but hey that what happens when you have so much friends here. Youll come across similar or exact names before" >You kept giving her the same blank slate >John:"Molly. Move on" >Molly:"Hehehe I see you're a jokester John how-" >John:"Let them rest Molly" >Molly:"Hahahahahahhaha! Funny joke John but ho-" >John:"Let. It. Go" >Molly:"Lalalalalalalalalalala! Your jokes arent funny anymore! Se-" >John:"Molly. Its gone. You got to-" >Molly:"OH DONT GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT OF MOVING ON!" >She began balling her heart out >Molly:"YOU DON'T KNOW I'VE BEEN THROUGH! THE THINGS I HAVE SEEN! THE THINGS I-I HAD TO DO TO LIVE! I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER THOSE THINGS!" >Molly:"I WANT TO REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES! BEFORE THE WAR, BEFORE THE SOLVER,BEFORE....BEFORE....BEFORE ALL OF THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT!" >Molly:"I WANT THINGS TO BE OK! THAT NO SCARY MONSTER WILL COME....that everything will be alright...those bad memories...those screams...the horror...I want it all to be one bad dream...so please...play along with me please...please...its been so long since I've seen a human...An actual ALIVE human" >... >John:"..♪Twinkle and show. Dwindle and grow, its time for the Molly Toyhouse special show♪" >The air grew thin when you udder that melody >Molly:"...You grew up with my show? You got one of special trinkets?" >John:"...No. But someone I care for did...they were so excited when they were able to get on there too" >John:"Saving every single dollar they got to get those little snack boxes. Working very hard at that little bakery shop, being a good son...his name was Jeremiah. Jeremiah ■■■■■■■■" >She just stares at you. Like seeing the dead come back to life >Molly:"Oh...sweet little Jeremiah...he spoke highly of you. Is he-" >John:"They're resting in a better place...he would have been 10 when I hit my 20s..." >She looked at him with nothing but a broken hearted look >Molly:"...So then why come all the way here for me?" >John:"...To be honest I came to this place because of a rumor...But to see YOU here in this type of state...its leaves nothing bitterness in my mouth...So please. Let it go molly, nothing good comes when you try to chase something thats long since past" >Molly:"...But thats not fair....NONE OF THIS IS FAIR! WHY CANT I GET A HAPPY ENDING! ITS NOT FAIR! NONE OF THIS FAIR! ITS NOT FAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOT-" >John:"I get it...at times this world can be unfair. But you shouldnt let it hold you down on making things fair...to make something new,better, perhaps even a "happy ending' " >John:"But you got to put in the effort on moving on, to grow...if not you'll just end up as a miserable person who cant move on from the past...trust me: I have experience...especially when identifying them" >Molly:"Identifying?...What do you mea-" >She stop herself for it clicked within her head >She could only express sorrow at you. For no man should have experienced THAT situation. Especially with a beloved ones >She sat down. Looking defeated, but you sat down next to her. Close >John:"But when you do move on. Be able to grow, you'll realize that theres alot more worth out in the future than in the past...heh hell even my own robot is forging his own "happy ending". And I can tell theres still hope for you to reach that ending...So do it for them at least" >Molly:".....Then why dont you reach your own "happy ending" John?" >John:"....I miss my window. And now within a tale for the brave knight to come home can slay the beast. But at least then someone else will get their "happy ending' " >You two stare at each other. Nothing said but you know what each other are feeling. The silence spoken enough already >John:"....Want to grab a cup of coffee?" >Molly:"...Im more of a tea person...coffee make me a bit hyper" Then one caramole honey tea coming right up for you Ms.Molly
Image:178113332202.png(93kB, 1065x722)uzi doorman, pomni, and jax (murder drones and 1 more) drawn by pocketsteaks - 94b13effae90ad7277c9940bdb11bce4.png
>>363201 >literally unlimited time >literally unlimited capabilities >supernatural ability to make people care about his edgy ass >"missed his window" to be happy ever, somehow, because "a sad thing happened once"
>>363199 Considering the likelihood they were both sending any ZD found to Cabin Fever as well as Cabin Fever making their own ZDs via running some sort of Drone Treblinka, do you think Alice was caught while sneaking around grabbing partd to do major work on herself, immediately marking her as extremely unusual even if ZDs didn't all have error code 1001-the drone equivalent of a cadaver's baseball stitching-on their chests immediately identifying them as such?
>>363134 Kek, but also pretty close to why I ship Codegold: she was N's *only* source of social interaction for 20 years straight; the *only* way he could get any crumb of validation, affection, or care(which the Pilot shows she IS willing to give, albiet rarely) for decades. Why wouldn't he stockholm for her(especially considering his other tendencies)? Why wouldn't she crumble under a barrage of constant praise?
The only thing that stopping this in canon was V. N getting *disillusioned* with V is an inevitability(given her behavior). Just add one fight. One cruelty to those N cares about. One particularly bad spat between J and V before the Pilot...
>>363205 I guess it depends on exactly how often Cyn has reset all of them and exactly how much she's tampered with their individual memories. I could see J softening on both N and V if given a long enough time, but since she acts like being tricked by Cyn is a recent thing, and Uzi mentions that both N and Vs memories are scrambled pretty badly, I would suspect that all three of them have been killed and reset a LOT in the decades of being Disassembly Drones, and therefor have never spent enough contiguous time together to change much from the relationship we see them in at the manor. I assume if they win quickly they're killed and eaten by Cyn, if they fail badly enough they're killed and reset, if they start fighting amongst eachother they kill one another and are reset, and probably if Cyn is too bored of them they're killed and reset.
>>363199 >I have a suspicion(via Beau's design + her tail) that Alice was one of the few drones interested in self-improvement/modification: why have two arms when you could have four? Why have legs when you could have claws? And why in the name of robo-god would ANYONE seperate the core and visor(note: to make drones more fragile). I figure she only started doing that to survive, not out of a long standing reduced identification with the default friend-shaped bodyplan compared to other friendbots. Same reason she started stripping the bodies of other drones for parts. Though the whole deer fixation probably means there was a little bit of that in place before she got trapped in a raptor death pit.
>>363212 (me) Come to think of it, wonder if one of the reasons Nori thought Alice was a fucking dork who needed to be bullied was because Alice's deer thing made her embarrassed about wanting to be a wolf kemonomimi instead of a regular human.
>>363214 (me) Though really, I feel like it's most likely Nori saw Alice as a friend and thought she was just busting her chops like friends do, but Nori took it too far because she's a fucking autismo.
Akita drip-shaming this drone who looke exactly like her mom but wearing a dirty ass jacket,with dinky welding mask with crooked teeth that make british teeth look straight
>>363223 If we're gonna be inserting Femdrone into Nuzi kids' timelines, imagine how Negev would feel about this drone who looks almost exactly like the corpse Mother uses as a sockpuppet. Imagine how Femdrone feels about this barefoot kid in a sweatshirt that's out of universe modeled after that straitjacket thing Tom Waits had on in the Coppola Dracula teleporting behind her to glomp her, calling her New Mom.
>>363223 >Tosa hits Femdrone with his bratty '''charm''' cranked all the way up to maximum power >Femdrone hits back at Tosa with her legendary LA CHANCLA repeatedly across his Solsap ass >It's all fun and games for Tosa until Femdrone decides that pegging him until he's been permanently corrected would be a more suitable punishment
>Anon in the Akita timeline is a fragment that contains the Solver's understanding of humanity >As a result, when it collected enough matter to assume physical form, it adopted a fully human physique instead of a drone shape >"Anonymous" is his name, because he has no name aside from [NULL.##] which is a designation, and the name for humans who have no name is "anonymous"
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>>363238 Must be awful not to be Dronemerican and celebrate the FREEDOM to rake in fat stacks of company profits. Maybe you can eat dirt, get diarrhea, or blow up- whatever it is you foreigners do.
>>363234 Which humans, the Grugs or the pets and fingerservants of the immortal dogs? Because the humans in the fleets of generation ships hauling ass in the opposite direction from Copper-9 have completely outlawed all microsingularity-based computers and livestream the painful, drawn-out executions of anyone who so much as implies that ban should be reevaluated.
Ok, I'm going to start writing this now because my weekend is super packed. The art will probably lag behind the story because its easier for me to write quickly than to draw quickly. Lots of details in the art are provisional and remain in the sketch phase.
Covert Merger, Part 1
>Serial Designation J marched through the aftermath of another routine Elliot family gala, supervising the breakdown of decorations, clearing down and moving of tables, washing of dishes etc >She ran the cleanup with an iron fist, razor tongue, and the occasional well-placed kick >"You and you, hurry up with that statue! If one of you gets crushed go borrow from the furniture detail!" >"You! Those tablecloths sorted out, if you mix the colors in the wash again you'd better just throw yourself in the scrap pile, you won't be missed, hmp!" >So on and so forth >Tonight had gone more terribly than usual on every account, Tessa's father, the supreme Boss around here had spent most of the night in tense negotiation with some newer-money colonial CEO in a steel grey suit entirely out of fashion with the established Victorian theme which was the latest trend in all the really important core planets. James and that man, and his vaguely creepy owl-spectacled secretary, and her distinctly creepy assistant drone had disappeared into one of the studies. >Later on nearing the halfway point of the party when guests were expected to mingle, really when J's boss was meant to mingle with the sons of other comparably wealthy families, James had left the study, obviously fuming and with quiet fury had verbally lit into Lady Elliot about some inconsequential thing. >Negotiations had obviously not gone well. >To make things even worse, Tessa had slipped away from N who was supposed to be chaperoning, and then N had slipped away with V, probable to the library where they could read or make kissy faces at eachother or whatever dumb, irrelevant, unproductive things the moron and the ditz got up to without J's disciplinary hand...or shoe.
>Louisa had been apoplectic upon learning that her daughter had the audacity to wander off unsupervised, and allow some beastly lower ranking, forward acting, second son to kiss her ungloved hand! >The scandal of it could not be borne, and predictably enough Tessa had been dragged bodily out of the grand hall and shut away in her apartments >Now J was rushing to get all of the cleaning up done, she knew from bitter experience that her mistress wouldn't get any food tonight until J could sneak gala leftovers to her
>The party had carried on longer than normal and the guest list had been longer than normal, so despite her best efforts the cleanup process ran long into the night >She stalked the halls now, having sneakily left her charging station and quietly prepared a few slices of decadent cake, sandwiches, and some milk >J peeked into the library wing briefly, wishing she could simply fire N from living without upsetting Tessa. >No luck, the library was deserted and quiet, N, or more likely V, had the presence of mind to sneak back out of the library before J could circle around to get them. >Oh well, she'd have her vengeance on them both later, maybe send N out to the huge creepy drone corpse pile to dump trash and then lock him outside, confiscate Vs glasses and then make her move heavy furniture. >It was a well known point of company policy that struggling employees needed strong discipline, after all!
>Leaning against the door, J listened >She didn't want to disturb miss Tessa if she were already asleep, if she heard nothing she could simply quietly sneak in, leave the platter of food and sneak back out >There was a noise from somewhere far back in the private set of rooms >Shifting fabric, bed covers maybe? Some tense breaths, the faint clink of a familiar metal chain that made J wince with sympathetic pangs >The rattling and shifting continued, too quiet for human ears but clear enough to J's more sensitive auditory sensors >A quick, sharp breath, shuddering and almost loud compared to the quiet movements...a sob? >Concerned J used her master keys to unlock the door, slipped through and into Tessa's rooms, she knew from the chain sounds that Tessa would be in the bedroom, linked cruelly to a bedpost by a wrist manacle or anklet >To her surprise, Tessa wasn't crying in bed, though the makeup she had worn to the gala was smeared and her eyes looked bruised from tears those signs were clearly hours old >She was sitting curled up, covered to her chin in blankets except for one hand that was propping up a tablet screen balanced on her stomach, her face was reddish and her eyes were fixed on something on the screen >When she heard the faint rattle of J's tray of food she gasped in surprise and alarm, fumbled with the tablet before stuffing it under the covers and trying to compose herself before fully realizing who was standing in the dimly lit doorway >"Oagh blood hell J! Ya nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Just setup for tonight, we'll build up to the saucy stuff gradually.
>>363212 That's why I extend it to Beau. She had the opportunity to build anything she could imagine as her Homonculus, and what did she make it? A >one armed >spider/claw legged >adjustable voicebox(can play implicitly play any recording he makes, not just crying babies)
And mounted all that on a pillbaby chassis she literally invented for the project(since I'm assuming DDs didn't bring the worker-made design with them for her to scavenge). Can you imagine how hard that was? How much more difficult than just making a normal drone that would be? Especially when she could (in-theory) just attach all of the above to a humanoid chassis like Cyn did? Seems to me like it was fascination with drone modification(and maybe some level of maternal instinct) that caused it rather than the practicality exhibited by her horns.
>>363241 >Neighbor annoys me >Use LLMs to spoof a recording of him saying he misses drones >They nerve-spike him and leave him screaming in the mess hall until he starves to death mere feet away from food he's in too much pain to eat LMAO
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>>363244 Because Cyn does >not her favorite drones >normal, stable, painfully boring >and his obsession... disturbs her, just a little! >but they're Tessa's >the solution: throw them in a corner and forget it all! > give them food! >give them freedom! >give them anything at all to keep them alive and far far away forever! >and NEVER, under any circumstances, let that fucker anywhere near your core again...
>>363253 This is pretty much canon. I wrote C# as an obsessed perfectionist cultist who's desperate to earn the approval of his Solver master that doesn't even know he exists. FB, on the other hand, is loyal to him to a fault but she eventually has to learn to let go.
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>>363249 >in order to prevent both dykery and futa, Tessa has arranged certain "modifications" for J >that said mods are a regular suit and green paper bag leaves her disappointed somehow...
>Pavo and Techanon are chilling >Anon's playing Alice in Chains because apparently culture hasn't progressed for over a thousand years >He's slouched in the couch while Pavo leans forward in his chair, eyes narrowing a bit >He turns to Anon and opens his mouth- >"Are you about to say that Rooster is a song about you," Anon asks in a monotone so dead that it doesn't qualify for the proper punctuation >Pavo freezes, expression blanking out >"N-no," he weakly retorts, "Why would I? Do that?" >"Song about a soldier named after a bird." >Pavo crosses his arms and tilts his head up, trying to look like he's above the idea >"Mhm," Anon grunts
>>363266 "There are other surviving outposts out there" or "there might still be living humans in asteroid mines or something" alone would give a ton of material to work with while still maintaining canon.
>>363267 Why are you looking for them in Dissassemblers? Go get yourself a nice worker girl. Or a mean worker girl(they'll still be at least "good enough" compared to the murdroids)
>>363213 So how would that critter have tuned out as a person if Uzi had decided to take responsibility for her instead of abandoning her little abomination to die at sunrise and her needing to raise herself Frankenstein-style? Who would have named her between N and Khan and Nori? I am very much liking this "teenage vampire gets teen pregnant, has to raise her hellspawn with her also-vampire boyfriend" branch of the timeline.
>Be you,Anon. >You gently opened the door to the small maintenance room. >You'd turned into a makeshift shelter. >The flickering overhead lights hummed softly as you stepped inside and carrying a fresh smell of warm synthetic oil. >In the corner, nestled under a pink blankets, lay a little Worker Drone you'd found collapsed days ago. >Her yellow optics flickered weakly when she heard you approach. >"H-hey... yoo..ou're baa...ack." she rasped. >Her voice glitching slightly like static on an old radio. >Patches of fuzzy greenish mold had spread across parts of her white chassis, especially around her neck and shoulder joints. >This was strange: organic mold had somehow taken root inside her systems, making her act like she had a bad case of common cold. >"How are you feeling today?" you asked softly, kneeling beside her bed. >You extended one hand and gently pressed your palm against her forehead. >You run a quick internal diagnostic scan. >Core temperature: 48°C. Mild overheating detected. >Malware scan: 0% malicious code. >Mold presence at 34%. >Oil levels: critically low. >She shivered despite the warmth. >"Kiii..nda... slooo...shy. My jooo...ints keep mak...ing weird squishy sounds when I moooo...ve." >"I'm so tii...red..." >You explained to her patiently, your voice calm and reassuring. >"It's not viral, but it's clogging things up. We'll get it flushed out." >You helped her sit up a little, propping her against some crates. >She leaned into your touch trustingly, her small frame light in your arms. >You picked up the oil canister and poured some into a clean feeding cup you'd rigged up. >The oil was warmed to just the right temperature and not too hot to spike her systems. >"Here, small sips. This will help thin out the gunk and give your body the energy to fight it." >She took the cup with both hands, her fingers trembling slightly. >She drank slowly, making a contented little hum as the warm oil went down. >A few drops escaped the corner of her mouth and you wiped them away with a soft cloth. >"Tastes better when you bring it," she murmured with a shy smile. >"Everything feels less... heavy after." >Judging by her voice, this works well. >You smiled back, your own expression softening. >While she rested, you ran another gentle scan, checking her and making sure nothing was overheating. >You checked up her core and notice something wasn't right. >But you were too tired and decided to call it a day for now. >You woke up the next morning but the drone was gone. >She left you a basket full of fruits and a note. >[Expressing gratitude]Thank you for taking care of me, I feel better now.
>>363272 I’d like to headcanon Arrow’s official Doorman name as Shipon, because not only does it mean “serpent” in Hebrew, which is entirely fitting for who she is, but it’s also the pet name of an Israeli weapon system, though not as iconic as the Uzi You could also name her John Solversapien
>>363266 Well, there would have been two options: 1. Everyone would have been so disappointed with the answers that the fanbase would have been greatly diminished. 2. It would have only further spurred the fanbase due to the domino effect.
>>363248 >implying neighbors are a thing on these ships >implying thirst and/or starvation are used for executions when that damages perfectly harvestable organs and lets perfectly transfusable blood go to waste
>>363285 NTA but at least in my conception it would be a long, looong time before anyone had to worry about sleeping in a barracks. Ships would start off with only the nominal crew and select passengers, the ships population would grow over time or as needed. You think someone would pay the cost of a brand new planetary colony just to have the ship crammed to the gills with randoms? Everybody would be recycled at some point though, 100% even with backup supplies for a maxed out crew to last a decade still nothing is going to go to waste.
>>363272 Probably pretty well-adjusted all things considered. I don't think there's a lot you can do with the idea that hasn't already been done with Akita without leaning very heavily into the teenage parents aspect of things. For one, it would be funny to have Nori find out her teenage daughter has already made her a grandmother and what the fuck her grandchild even is.
>"After much debate, shouting, thrown office supplies, and the odd rant about 'water people and French dip cheese', Dr. Beckian has been forced to take mental health leave and with him, his support for the Sentinel Drones. Good riddance if you ask me. We couldn't rely on them in the long term. They were too powerful, too unstable, too similar to the enemy, too... ugh, 'psychosexual'. Again, good riddance. But now we can focus our resources towards other avenues of human survival. Our probes in the outer rim have found evidence that the Absolute Solver's warpath across the stars. But among the detritus, we found something miraculous. Life. Not just bacteria and protozoa. Complex lifeforms that survived the Solver and adapted to survive the aftermath. I believe that these creatures, these Voidlings, hold the key to not just our survival but our victory over the Solver. As is, they merely survive but with the right application of mutagens, cerebrum enhancements, and more importantly, a human at the wheel, we can take Earth back. It's not playing God, per se. More like scientifically advanced animal husbandry. Once the war is over, we will relinquish our control over them and let nature fill in whatever niche they find. At least that's the plan." >"Kwiiiiiiii!" >"Kiwi! Did you leave the vivarium just to see me?" >"Ki-kweee!" >"C'mere, girl. Do you want neck scritches? Yeah, you want neck scritches" >bird-like purring >"Good girl. Good girl."
>>363293 Landing claws and clamps are generally reserved for craft actually small enough to land on something. This particular ship is some 25x5x3 kilometers in dimension around the primary hull with the storage mass around its waist section being a sphere some 10km all around.
>>363288 >Uzi and her dirtbag boyfriend let her parents name her hellspawn-daughter, very early on after Nori returned from her somethingteen year trip for milk and cigarettes and was still (painfully) readjusting >the records office guy almost recorded her name as Untranscribable Sobbing Dooman ("Mrs. Doorman, is that one word or two?") before Nori regained her composure enough to tell him that wasn't her giving the kid's name >years later, the summer between first and second grade, Yeva Doorman would have a question for Nori: >"Grandma, why's my middle name Genocyber?" >"Oh, that was my first idea for your mother's name." >"No, I mean where'd you get that from?" >[vaguely sinister autistic headcrab chuckling] "Oh you're in for a treat, kiddo." [scuttling away to her anime collection, humming Fairy Dreamin']
>>363302 I didn't make either of the direct replies but I'm glad that my barb actually got you to make a greentext. At least its progress, maybe in another couple of months you'll even make one that involves Murder Drones.
>>363312 They're definitely a major step removed from the show events and pretty much as far as I'm willing to stretch. All that stuff fills an empty hole in the show timeline where we don't get any clear idea of what happens. I draw my personal line at just dumping in named characters from novels and entire other settings from the Tuesday Steam store page though.
Anyways don't get discouraged, everybody catches shit here for some of the stuff they write or draw at some point.
>>363314 Hypocritical asshole. Just admit that you only care about padding out the show's timeline with self indulgent capeshit and space opera autism because writing within the established setting is too '''boring''' for your talentless ass to make anything interesting.
>>363328 We need to start a soup kitchen to feed all the poor drones, we also really need to pressure the government to pass the mandatory drone ownership bill to eradicate drone homelessness
>>363332 Reassembling Y after she gets blown up! The core will survive no mater what it's made from pure krautium Reassembling Y as a complete womanlet (3'8) worker drone if I'm on a budget
>>363326 Phoenix, I also made a (terrible) extremely basic 3D model of the ship too for the sake of referencing it for perspective. >>363329 How could I admit to something you hallucinated? I'm writing a greentext in the established setting right now, I started it last night.
>>363326 I’m very flattered to have phoenix’s work mistaken for mine >>363335 Don’t sell yourself short, I’m sure it was a lovely extremely basic 3d model :)
>>363329 Tomoe, have you ever considered unaliving yourself in Minecraft? Because you should. >>363328 The only one who gives a fuck about that thing is you and the people you commission or request, Berryboy.
>>363343 I haven't made a request in a while, but apparently you also care about it too, because instead of ignoring or hiding the post, you just won't stop talking about it.
Come to think of it, whatever happened to 0ilrig? I know he kept his "Epic 40k Solver War but the humans are O9A neo-Nazi Satanists" green going for a couple posts on /co/ recently, but where's he at now? Is he trying to ban evade and using a new tactic to shit up the threads, or is he too autistic to try to change his spots?
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>>363358 I crave the cute shortY. Imagine A pouting kraut drone wearing a hat that is almost as tall as her standing on a stepping stool to reach the war gaming table being angry at you for wrecking her Baneblade with a Snip Snap Big Bug The joke is a carnifex with crushing claws, which are crab claws that roll 2D6 on vehicle armour penetration
>>363362 >Spoiler >Wew Back before 40k got turned into a candy land tier board game where vehicles can simultaneously get plinked into oblivion with infantry weapons and shrug off anti vehicle fire like it's nothing Anti vehicle weapons such as melta guns had 2D6 on armour penetration rolls. I could go into a lengthy tirade about armour facings and blast templates but I'll just post my favorite drone instead and save my breath for when the 40k thread on /cog/ gets some more life (hopefully)
>>363350 >While wandering the desolate streets of Copper-9, Boxo came upon a curious wreck, a large, downed C&A satellite at the bottom of a crater >Boxo slid down the side of the hollow and surveyed the scene >still smoking, only a light dust of snow, it must have been new >an orange light bled from beneath chrome panels, fearing the fusion reactor might be cracked Boxo tore away the central panel like tissue paper and threw it over his blocky shoulder with force enough embed it in the asphalt behind him >but as Boxo prepared to lob the satellite back into orbit for everyone’s safety, he realized what his optic was showing him was not a microfusion generator in the process of going critical, but a strange assembly of pipes, wires, lights and ports >it was almost organic, polymer pipes hanging like the device had been disemboweled >his red eye searched for an anchor, something he could make sense of, it landed of a black rectangle labeled “Interface” with what was unmistakably a Universal Diagnostic Port >Boxo slowly turned his head sideways, before snapping it forward with loud *CLUNK*, popping open his own diagnostic panel >he jacked into the port and initiated communication with the arcane machine #hypernetwork#request#subsimulation#network#diagnostic#connection#intermesh#passthrough#error# metadiagnostic#unavailable#continue#to#primary#subsimulation#?# #Y/N# >Y #initiating# #anomalous#mindfile#detected#do#you#wish#to#continue#?# #Y/N# >Y
And that’s what happened, of course the real adventure was getting back home
Oh and he’s cardboard because it’s a funny comedy joke: he’s Cardboard Box(o), get it? :)
>>363367 If think about it, disassembly and sentinel drones should be absolutely brilliant cooks. Thanks to all those sophisticated and advanced analyzers and sensors inside them, they should be able to visually determine the weight of something down to a fraction of a milligram, determine the level of doneness just by looking, sense flavors in a spectrum otherwise inaccessible to humans, and move with incredible grace and dexterity. And that's just cooking. The body of such a flexible and elegant, perfect war machine should make them the finest maids and butlers, literally hundreds of times better than worker drones.
>>363391 How can Pavo be bad at anything else that requires machine precision? For the same reason Y can't paint miniatures properly even though she has five high-precision optical sensors on her head: drones.
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>>363398 >finally exhausted by her body's demands, Berry falls asleep >more important: so does her parasite >all the hallucinogens, intoxication, and memory alterations imposed on her "guests" fail simultaniously >cue mass pandemonium as each and every "friend" is made painfully aware of their condition, the worst-afflicted howling kn agony as the least desperately struggle to escape or, at least, to endure the Silent-Hillesque nightmare they've been thrust into >then the next day comes >all is well >all is calm >it was just a nightmare >and Berry says she'll never let it happen again...
>>363402 >not a psychologist >no idea what it is, how to trigger it >her only resource: romance novels >HUMAN romance novels, from the lab staff... >cue Alice generating increasingly contrived scenarios to "enslave" her, ranging from "accidentally" setting you as admin to getting "sold by mah system" to (you) >it's as relentless as it is retarded >still >could be worse >she COULD be working from Nori's old manga stash...
>>363409 DDs have eldritch meat filling. It's not outside the realm of possibility that they can sweat, at a minimum from their scalps since their wigs are an actual part of their body now.
>>363265 >Still listening to Alice in Chains/90s rock in 3071 Good to hear that it's still going strong and timeless, it also explains why 2000s culture has still stuck around somewhat in there too (Uzi's whole style for example).
>>363417 No. Beretta is clueless about her own and human anatomy. She thinks Jane is a weird flesh-drone like her, just with more flesh on the outside.
>>363419 Beretta, you dumbass. This kind of shit is why you were demoted to Janer's orbiter and your era demoted to a footnote to the cool freaking 40k war that Janer fought in.
>>363412 >Be Anon the Human living in the Proxima System during the 30th Century >Your planet, Proxima-1, is suddenly under fucking attack by Murder Drones! >Wake up in the middle of the night to one of them breaking into your Hab Unit, quickly followed by it busting down your bedroom door >It has you cornered with nowhere left to run and with nothing to defend yourself with >You don't want to die without a fight, but you also know that barehanded fisticuffs against a Murder Drone is worse than suicide >Holyshitthinkofsomethingfastitscomingcloser >Suddenly remember back to a Solverwars podcast special that talked about how lethal water is to drones >But without access to a fridge or sink, what can you do? >...BRAIN BLAST! >Dropping your pants in a maneuver that actually stuns the Murder Drone in place, you take out your flaccid little winky and rock the HARDEST PISS you've EVER taken, blasting a controlled torrent of putrid pee all over its frozen face like a loose fleshy fire hydrant >The Murder Drone remains completely locked in place the entire time, and it doesn't resume moving even after you've finished emptying your strained bladder all over it >"Holy shit, Alex Drones was right!"
>...
>Proceed to get eviscerated in the most comically obscene & painful ways possible once the pissed on & pissed off Murder Drone finally recovers from your audacious actions
>>362704 "So then why?" You ask. "Go out. Enjoy your freedom for the night, before it's gone." >S stares at you for a moment, those yellow ovals on her visor focused for perhaps the first time in her life not in hunger, nor bloodlust, but swathing sorrow. >For a moment, you feel grateful that S can't see what *your* face looks like. For the most part at least. Whatever the Solver did to make her. . . 'Designation S', it left in the factory-included human perception censoring feature all Workers came active with. "Why do you. . . *How* can you care?" She finally croaks out in a voice filled with the same agony you had become so familiar with in your younger years. >Agony from Workers. Not people, so your youthful self used to say. "What says I can't? 'Cause we used to be at war? What. . . you think I was doing it for more than the. . . the paycheck? That I *wanted* to do everything I did back then of my own volition?" You're worked up now. S clearly notices, for her display eyes have widened in shock at seeing frustration from you that isn't accompanied by fatigue. >She offers a sniffle in response, her digital brows quirking in what can only be resentment at you. "Don't you care about what any of us did to all of you back then? *How* can you care knowing that---when you're not just a Worker whose pain and suffering can be erased with a few lines of code on a terminal?" >You've had these sorts of conversations before with other people. Keyword *people*. Never a Worker, and definitely not a DD once in your life. It was that singular quality that had S's every word bite an inch deeper into skin you thought had long been tempered by your own pain. "Listen. . . I'm not your dad or your brother, or anything close to a family. I'm a paid caretaker, okay? A glorified prison guard who's been told you're too dangerous to let out during the day when everyone else is walking around." S looks up more from her ball of sorrow, her gaze meeting yours more directly this time. "So?" "So. . . I'm *paid* to keep you out of trouble. Not to care. And you know what? I *do* care---care about as much as I can for someone else who fought in that hellhole they think the word 'war' fits for." >S considers your words for a moment. You have no idea what she thinks of any of them, but you can see the faintest glimmer of expectation in her face upon hearing you lambast those who thought they could understand even a fraction of what she'd experienced in the war. Of those who thought they could chronicle it accurately, and understand every ounce of rage, regret, and pain she'd felt in it. "So what? You pity me?" S asked with more bite in her voice. For as aggressive as she sounded now, this tone was far more welcome than the uncomfortably downtrodden one that had possessed every pained word of hers before. >Maybe writing a shitty "Piss-Them-Off-Until-They-Forget-Their-Sorrows Therapy" book to snake-oil sale your way around the quadrant would make you the trillionaire you'd always wanted to be as a kid. "No. Pity's for dogs, and lost kids. You're a Disassembly Drone, and I'm a human, so I know it probably doesn't mean a lick of mud to you, but we *both* fought in that hellhole." >For a moment, you expect S to lash out for you daring to think you understood just what it was that had her in this state. From the silence she gave and the lack of tears, it was clear that your guess really had hit its mark. "So?" S asked, her voice quavering between sorrow and pure, self-shielding apathy. Just one word in that tone made the winter winds feel ten degrees colder tonight. "You still had a choice. *You* still got to control yourself, and you. . . *chose* to kill, and watch everyone else around you die! You chose to fight! I didn't get to make a single choice except scream at myself as I watched through the back of my head everything I did---every Worker hunted, every human devoured. Do you know what it feels like to fill a drone's stomach with blood, Jack? Do you know what it's like to know that wherever you go, everyone around you will die, and to not even have the choice as to *where* you'll go?" >Every last word chilled your marrow more than crawling through the cold frozen-over mud of Copper 9 had been in the war's opening days. Each syllable enticed the lock to your mind's gate and injected adrenaline directly into your veins. >Your heart beat like you were back on the iced-over beaches, sliding across the frost as you killed and watched others be killed, and yet you could only respond with one simpering word. "Yes."
>>363242 Slowly chewing through fixes and additions.
Covert Merger, Part 2
>"Sorry Boss, didn't mean to startle you." J dropped automatically into a low whisper, always anxious of the risk of venturing into Tessa's rooms during a punishment >If she was ever caught in here when the Elliot heiress was meant to be left alone J was sure she'd end up on the scrap heap >Still, some impulse program in her core fluttered insistently and compelled her to violate protocol anyways, and no matter how she tried she could never chase it down and delete it >Tessa shifted on the bed and sat up to reach the tray of leftovers as J set it on the bedside table, curiously careful to keep her legs covered, and patted the bed next to herself inviting J to climb up and sit next to her >As the diminutive drone properly straightened her skirts she couldn't help but notice something strange about her mistress >"Boss, are you feeling OK?" >J reached out and carefully placed her sensor lined fingertips on Tessa's cheek >The human's skin was slightly clammy with sweat and her cheeks were visibly flushed, in J's augmented vision Tessa's throat and cheeks glowed with excess heat >"Are you sick Boss, you've gotta take better care of-" >Tessa shied away from J's hand, the faint ruddy tinge deepening up her neck and in her cheeks "Naahhnonono J, totally fine, nothing to see here I was...uh...just, doing some leg exercises in bed! Ya know how it is, gotta do uh, somethin' to distract myself or I'd have to scream instead!" >J stared her down, unconvinced >Tessa was an absolutely terrible liar, and J had been around her long enough to know it, but she chose not to pry >After all, it wasn't a subordinate's place to pry into her Boss's strange behaviors and motives >"J?" >"Yeah boss?" >"I'm ah, a bit mussed up, couldja lend me a hand with my hair?" >"Sure boss!" >"J?" >"Y-yeah boss?" >"Couldja unlock this cuff?" >J hesitated, she wanted to, that mystery program fluttered in her polymetal breast, but then again >"Your parents..." >"Yea yea I know, we can put it back before you go"
>In the end, J couldn't help but capitulate this time, she used her master keys to release the manacle from Tessa's wrist >She couldn't help but wince, her mistress' skin was rubbed raw by the heavy steel cuff, fresh red scrapes already rising on bands of old scars >While Tessa rubbed some feeling back into her bruised wrist J knelt behind her, carefully drawing out locks of Tessa's thick dark auburn hair to brush straight >The fluttery feeling in Js core surged and leapt, she could faintly hear the sound of her inner circulator fans hiking into a higher speed >While she never said so, these were her most treasured moments of time, being useful to her Boss, close to her, alone with no other duties to keep track of or idiot subordinates to wrangle and worry about >Once Tessa's mass of curls was relatively straight and smoothed out she reluctantly replaced the manacle >Their fingers lingered together as Tessa shut her eyes, delicate human digits squeezing softly against the cool smooth polymer of J's fingertips >"G'nite Boss" >"Night J...don't forget...the tray" >Of course! J rushed to tidy up and erase any evidence of her presence as Tessa drifted off to sleep >She fetched the tray, the glass, and- oh! She definitely had to snag that media tablet, Tessa might be cross with her in the morning but she wasn't supposed to have any entertainment >She carefully slid it out from under the covers where Tessa had shoved it and then let herself out, closing and locking the door
>Once in the kitchen J couldn't help but snoop after discarding the dishes, she just HAD to know what had engrossed Tessa's attention so much, what she wanted to watch or read that was worth the risk >She refreshed the screen >It was some kind of novel apparently, one of those semi-illustrated ones where hand gestures turned the pages and could summon or dismiss visual scenes if the author had included them >Blush indicators lit in Js display as she scanned down the page, taking in the exceedingly detailed description of an edgy rebellious princess coupling with her rough mercenary secret lover >NOW she understood why Tessa had been reticent to let it be seen! >Without really thinking about it, J began running the tawdry lewd descriptive writing through a fantasy constructing algorithm, replacing the princess scene by scene with the numerous images of Tessa that peppered her memory >Then replaced the princess' lover with... >J blinked, shivered, and wiped the tablet display of the story, clearing out the history as well just to be sure, before returning to the Drone quarters to plug in for the night >Before she dropped into sleep mode she gazed dejectedly at the floor, one hand coming up to touch her mouth where she'd imagined a fantasy sensation >"Head on straight, J, it'll never happen. Just do your job."
>>363447 >an assassin takes aim at anon through a window >as he pulls the trigger, E's titties get in the way >the bullet deflects off her bong bazongas and into a wall >the assassin curses and relocates, but he'll be back with a poisoned banana pie to kill anon dead tomorrow >E and anon assume that one of the buttons on her maid dress popped off (they're both too dumb to realize all her buttons are still there)
>>363452 The amount of perfidity an angloid drone partakes in is inversely correlated to the volume of their breasts. Flat-as-as-board Phi cannot help herself.
>>363457 You guys have seen people still capable of moving any part of their body after they get turned into human aspic? Were you able to communicate with them at all, or were they just groping around for things to touch?
>>363461 >Uzi discovers that the human flesh down in the Cabin Fever cathedral is still alive >the people it was made from have no mouths or eyes or ears or arms or legs or skin or genitals and are unable to generate a reply that meets our content guidelines, but they're alive >Uzi laughs her goblin laugh as she realizes she has a bunch of helpless humans she can submit to the one fate crueler than what they've been living with for the last twenty years: >forcing them to live as the drones they all looked down on, in a society of drones living their best lives without humans around >Uzi pours some stringy human flesh into an empty drone torso casing >she attaches a drone head and then drone limbs >she is hugged by a deliriously happy former human, who's eager to be part of the drone civilization after twenty years in a state worse than death >Uzi keeps going through the flesh, hoping she can eventually find a human who wishes she had left them as a deaf and blind immobile mass that can barely be called alive >to her disappointment, all the humans are tripping over themselves praising her for her generosity >Uzi's torn between telling them to piss off because a human who's functionally a disembodied brain in a drone body is still a human and just accepting being showered in validation and attention >Khan helps the Cabin Fever personnel his giant Nth dimensional centipede monster daughter saved get settled in >they become some of the most dedicated civil servants Outpost 3's ever had >even Uzi's hope they'll be pariahs forever shunned for their deeds before they were forced into the shape of their victims are dashed, no one cares that they used to be humans but her >Good End >Uzi isn't sure anymore if she wants to be disappointed by this turn of events >I mean, even now that they're settled in they DO still give her as much validation and attention as N and V's friends from that weird mansion do...
>>363463 How many dronification moments have we had overall? I mean the ones that actually make a character a drone, not just a one day joke. I remember DDanni, MG, Holly, and some Russian guy.
>>363400 >nice short green. For some, the brief moment of clarity is the true horror. After witnessing how bleak, painful, and hopeless md reality really is. They will find themselves wishing the illusion would return.
Thinking about how apparently the source of the AS's ability to influence drones was originally going to be their "oil" turning out to be a mysterious eldritch substance makes disappointed there isn't more MD/Bloodborne mashup art.
>>363486 > Pavo preparing to use his flash array: turns around and pushes his ass out (in a gay way) while faning his feathers out > Pava preparing to use her missile array: drops down into the jacko pose and flicks her tail to point forward over her head
>>363494 It's all about how much human affection a drone can get. Worker drone goobers can get away with a lot more touchy-feely skin-on-metal contact on account of being smol and cute.
This one jackhole thinks he can just name names on an anonymous image board like he's some sort of authority figure. You're always wrong, pal, and even if you were right, nobody is going to cop to it because we're on an anonymous image board. Go name and shame people on a website where people actually care about that shit like Reddit or Bluesky.
>>363520 They don't have singularity cores but they're clearly intelligent, Sparky seems nearly on the same level as a normal drone. I'd guess it has more to do with power generation, singularity cores generate a ton of power and all they need is to be fed raw materials. I'd speculate that raptors, while their power supplies are still way more energy dense than any realistic battery, still need to shut down and recharge periodically otherwise they'll just stop working.
>"I once had a wife and child." >"They were killed by murder drones." >"Now I have a wife and child again." >"And they are murder drones." >"..." >"I hate murder drones."
>>363524 >but they're clearly intelligent Yeah, they're clever girls. But they're not on the same level as a drone or a 31st century human. >raptors, while their power supplies are still way more energy dense than any realistic battery, still need to shut down and recharge periodically otherwise they'll just stop working. So do drones who aren't full of eldritch meat.
>>363539 It's all about how 'human' you're able to act. More human = better. Not that drone's understanding of humans is perfect or even the same across different bunkers/colonies/planets, which can lead to rather bizarre and varied drone behavior.
>>363542 Probably that second one. Just like the drones, but without the ability to develop sapience because they don't have enough processing power for that (no microsingularity-powered CPUs and all).
>>363543 (me) Speaking of, based on what we see of the humans who made it up what conclusions do you guys feel confident drawing about 31st century social and cultural mores?
>>363539 Drones try to emulate humanity in literally everything, using us as a standard, so it's safe to assume that drones have also adopted humans as a standard of beauty. Basically, the more "human" you are, the more beautiful you are to a drone.
>>363552 Human MILFs are all either fucking dead or in some deep corner of Uzi's mind palace where they're incommunicado with the outside world (i.e. fucking dead with extra steps).
>>363566 Pic related: resist the Solver's mind control >inb4 J learns post-canon that she could have resisted the whole time >now has to endure KNOWING Tesa died because she was a bad, inferior drone. Not because she had no choice in the matter.
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>>363557 Sure if you're worried about stealth assasinations, but N's better in any other context, and that's just out of the THREE we see in canon
>inb4 choose S >pay her in penis >now my survival = consistent human dickings >cue the single most devoted, protective, and effective bodyguard humankind has ever seen >end up dying of dehydration anyway
>>363565 I don't think the piece of the Solver the DDs carry are comparable to the Absolute Solver itself. Nori's notes mentioned they have a nerfed version in episode 7. What happened in episode 5 is them confronting that nerfed version in the memory dive. What happened to maid J (no crucifix patch since it's in the past) was like being directly in front of the Heart of Darkness with Come Unto Your Maker being used on every drone. Or compare an atropal to Atropus.
>>363568 V needed N for that. No one was there for J I'm firmly convinced now "Liam based J on an ex he hated" was just projection. >>363571 There are still drone MILFs left. There are no human MILFs left.
>>363572 Auto-reload you mean? Yes and it's somewhat disconcerting, but I haven't had *problems* with it per-se. Well, barring one green I was writing that I somwhow lost, but that's probably unrelated.
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>>363571 Strictly speaking all drone MILFS are dead: dunno about you but I have no interest in fucking the crab
>>363575 >"no one was there for J" >the no one in question
Honestly I figured it was an extension of what the chains scene showed: J cares about her, but not enough to defy authority. Cyn is now her authority. QED.
>>363574 >If you love Akita for who she is, she'll never want to deal with you because you don't acknowledge her delusions >If you love Akita and pretend she's a drone, she'll imposter syndrome her way out of your relationship The only solution: long-distance.
>>363572 Someone else mentioned this too, but I can't pin down the problem, it works for me (it is not autoselected) on any device I have access to. In fact it should not be autoselected unless you explicitly enable it by clicking on the checkbox. The only thing I can think of is that you enabled it in one tab but disabled it in another, the setting is global but it'll only change the checkbox on whatever tab you press it on.
Can you try going opening the dev toolbar with F12, then go to Storage -> Local Storage, and see what "p4c_settings" says with the checkbox on and off? It should show a true/false corresponding to the checkbox status; and if you turn it off, it should keep saying false after a full page reload.
>>363583 >glowing veins >filled with almost-but-not-quite blood substance(since she isn't bioluminescent all over) >only one rough equivelant on her parents...
How old was Keet when she learned they weren't nanites? When did they tell her the same about her saliva?
And while we're on the subject... could Keeter neutralize nanite acid if she tried?
>>363585 Oddly enough, I did not have a p4c_settings until I hit the button, but now it's sticking. I assume it would be read as 'false' if it wasn't there, though.
>>363584 >third option: dronification(aka "let me help you install some cool parts" on the Keeter-facing side) >feeds the delusion, fixes the syndrome, AND lets you Kustomize Keet's chassis! >the agony of the change is... >normal >or, at least, you can convince HER it is...
>>363594 >fourth option: inject keeter stem-solver cells directly into your veins >watch as keeter cowers in the corner as your skin turns purple, your veins glowing, fingers extending into claws >a multitude of eyes grotesquely growing upon your brow and locking onto her quivering form >keeter forced to come to terms with what she is and what she made you into
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>>363598 Funnily enough, this is a plot-point in Blue's fic: she stops *killing* people at some vague point before marraige(I suspect when the Solver proper dies), and stops *threatening to kill* people a few months after Colt was born in a mini-arc. Pretty sure she has no friends outside club Uzi still, but there's at least *less* of a reason for every right-minded drone to flee her precence.
>>363603 It's set to false right now and yet I'm still getting auto-updates, too. I'll see if deleting the cache entry fixes it, maybe it's just the setting being there that does it?
>>363605 The setting just tells "enable the checkbox on next page load". Just to be clear, you have the checkbox off, the localStorage setting is false, you reloaded the page, and the updater is still counting down? That should not happen, it specifically only turns on if the localStorage setting is there.
>>363607 The updater isn't visible, I just get updates as if it were. With the storage setting deleted and without touching the checkbox (which would bring it back), I'm not getting updates again.
A snippet of a larger self indulgent idea that I'll try to elaborate on further at some point >It is the Post-Canon Good Ending >Ghost!Doll stumbles upon Tessa's soul/consciousness endlessly and mindlessly wandering through a frigid and secluded pocketspace deep within The Solver's assimilated metaphysical mindscape >Doll, not immediately recognizing Tessa as a seemingly unresponsive black shadow spirit, casually tells Uzi about this unusual finding during one of their routine 'Sleep Mode Chats' >Uzi, quickly recognizing that Doll is in fact describing Tessa, immediately passes this information onto N and V >A plan of action to save (or at least help) Tessa is formed, with N & V being tasked to track down and inform/recruit J whilst Uzi figures out how to go about safe(ish)ly deep diving through The Solver's mind palace >N finds J first, tries telling her about the discovery and plan only to learn that J not only already sorta-knew about Tessa's condition but was also trying (and miserably failing) to repair a landing pod to "save" Tessa all by herself >Between J having been withholding this information from everyone else the entire time and her stubbornly refusing to cooperate with what she insists is just a fake plan that Uzi is using to bait her into coming out of hiding (all while Tessa continues to suffer in solitude), N understandably loses his shit >A vicious verbal (and soon physical) fight ensues, with J soon finding herself outclassed by a VERY pissed off N who's no longer clouded by self-doubt nor pulling any punches >N eventually triumphs as the broken, oil-leaking and nearly beaten to death J is pinned underneath his stained foot pressing down on her shattered chest >J, defeated and feeling utterly humiliated, half taunts & half begs for N to stomp down one last time and kill her so she can be respawned as Uzi's slave already >N, in an act of defiance born of maturity, instead verbally chews J out for her self centered and pointlessly stubborn behavior before taking off with her slowly regenerating & tied up body in his arms back towards the outpost to regroup for Uzi's plan (as well as personally fill in everyone else regarding what she knows about Tessa's situation) >It's revealed that following the creation of Cynwalker Tessa's soul/consciousness was transferred into a VHS-turned-phylactery (physically kept in a secured location somewhere on one of Earth's few remaining shards and quantum tethered to The Solver's assimilated metaphysical mindscape) in order for Cyn to eternally "PLAY" with, all while leveraging the likely-empty promise of letting her rest once the universe is consumed to keep J 'motivated' towards completing her job >It's also discovered that Uzi should also be able to achieve remote access Tessa's prison via some hacking shenanigans similar to when she dove into N and V's memories, meaning she (and whoever else is connected alongside her) can at least try establishing contact now >In the face of finally being able to truly reunite with Tessa now on the table, questions like finding the actual tape on what's left of Earth and figuring out what exactly to do about the now captured J are put off to be solved later
>Anon wakes up from cryosleep, the only survivor of his batch of pods, and is quickly subdued >He's put into a test chamber, for lack of a better term, and given tests involving drones >A worker drone's shell lies in the room in various situations, and he's asked to act as expected >Things are off, like when he's given a hammer and told that the drone failed an important task >He put the hammer down and simply told the... empty husk to try and set things right >Was that the right move? What was he being tested for? >Eventually, he's given the answer via projector and narration >The planet nearly exploded? Drones run it now, no known human survivors? What the fuck is an Absolute Solver, why'd it try to kill the planet twice, how'd it get defeated by teenage drones? When did drones have teenagers??? >Apparently, Anon was expected to treat drones as objects and generally beat them around without caring, as humans do >When asked for the discrepancy in his behavior, he points out that they're people-shaped things, and that they do feel emotions, even if they rarely show it >He saw that one panic when its owner ordered it to climb itself into the recycler for some failure or another >And apparently they formed a society while he was out, so clearly there was something to that belief of his >After some time, Anon is finally let out of his holding cell >...in a straitjacket, under surveillance, to make sure he doesn't turn out to be an evil human all along >Oh, and in a respirator, because apparently the air is poison across the entire surface and they can't guarantee that it was all filtered out of the bunker he's apparently in >He expected to be awoken by aliens when he selected 'wake me up when something really cool happens' as his cryogenic stasis length, honestly >But this is... it's something, alright, it sucks being paraded around as a freak and monster, but hopefully his good looks (he has none) and charm (none of that either) can win his new robot overlords over!
>>363624 >Uzi uses her solver powers to turn the doll into a living? being with the soul of one of the billions of absorbed humans >N is in the corner, on his knees wearing his cuckdog costume (he loves doing anything) >Another night of Uzi's debauchery is about to begin >And due to a interestingly placed vent Negev is going to hear everything in her padded cell
>>363625 >Of course minus the "turn the doll into a living being with a million souls inside" and the "kid who doesn't exist but does" parts. >Those were just Uzi's imagination acting up in the moment.
>>363613 Yeah, I found the problem, the function that resets the timer on a new post ends up enabling the autoupdate in the background but without showing the timer. I'll fix it some time this weekend.
>>363629 I didn't mention whoever that is at all. Don't be so delusional. Teehee >>363627 At this point the Kovach Cuck Curse is set in stone. No troons required.
I remember an older conversation we had in the thread before. If any part of her lore is confusing or unclear, let me know which parts you'd like me to clarify.
>>363618 If she was presented either flowers or a gold bar to gift to (you), she’d pick up the former and toss away the latter. The flowers were the more romantic answer, even if the gold bar is something that can help you out at a basic level…because gold bars aren’t romantic.
>Fun Lunchtime Canon/OC Fact: in the culture of 31st century humanity, one of the funniest pranks you can pull on your bro is secretly using Science to turn his cum into your cum, permanently cucking him by making any children he has from then on actually your children. >"It's so evil!" laughed Dr. O'Neill, the inventor of ultra cuckoldry, when asked about what he knowingly made possible.
>>363658 The third one, by dint of being the only one that actually exists. I mean, the people who got turned into human aspic exist too, but they're not in any shape to be doing anything.
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A green inspired by the film I've watched. You can guess what it is
>Be GOD! >You have awoken from a dazed. One moment you were scaring around the ruins to find some amusement >The next moment you fell down. Hard. So far there wasnt a scratch on you, though there wouldn't be because you're a GOD and measly weak things like falling and such would hardly leave a scratch >Looking around you noticed broken glass around and some pieces underneath you >Looking up you noticed the point of entry. Seems quite the height, and the more you look around this place is quite obscure >Walls in odd shapes and sizes. Especially with pillars of a old weird wall paper shooting upwards from the entry you fallen in >No matter, you can simply climb back up...but yet...you couldnt. For the moment you tried doing so using your mystical and majestic god like powers this place immediately reacted >Feeling a sharp pain stricking your entire body. You wouldn't lie it did hurt like a sledgehammer, but this wont deter you on escaping for no obstacle shall hold you down! >So you began your search of this bizarre place >... >Hours past. And you didnt find much but during said time you grew fond of this place. Endless rooms, varies of design,structure,objects. You can rule this place with an iron fist...your own Garden of Eden...yes. that sounds like a wonderful ide- >"G.....Go.....God" >...You stood still in place...it sounded like your minion eye but you know somethings off. You slowly turn your head to see it mere inches away from your face >It looks like him but its all warped. Its height,mass,face,everything is off...but yet it was kneeling...kneeling for you...You couldn't help by smile cheek to cheek as you lay out your hand for it to grab >It took it and gave it a small peck >"God....God...My God" >"Yes, I'm your GOD. You must be hungry my loyal minion. Come, let us head home for tonight you shall dine like a king. Afterall who be a perfect suit of my Garden of Eden" And so it picked you up and started carrying you around. The more look at it, perhaps it can help you and heading back home from where you came. And the joys of your minion Eye seeing somewhat of replica of them would be the cherry on top >So you guided the creature, "Beast of Eye", you promtly named it, as both of you slowly and steadily made your way back home
>Be Arrow >Your head is ringing >You feel something warm...its your blood >Slowly getting your barrings you realized what happen: a scraped landfill avalanche >This one you were luckily to survive from but without taking damage...especially on your head...luckily you have a little med hit to help you quickly patching it up >Though your body still feel whoozy so you began crawiling around >And eventually you were able to find a surface to slowly bring your body towards to and slowly lifted yourself up >...Is this...a office building? The more look around and do your best to regain more of your vision, the more you noticed how bizarre this place is...especially since it have power of all things considered >Most if not all the buildings power have been destroyed, not working, or outright depleted...but this place isnt...and the bloody buzzing the lights are making >By looking around once again you see the mountain of scraps sorta...leaking? No leaking be the right word?...what is the word your brother colt use again for those weird thing that happens when he plays his video games?...No clipping? >Either way at least you know where can leave but it would seem all that scrap stuff or sorta clogging it so you began searching around. Hoping to find another exist >... >Hours past and you began grow worrisome. Not because that this place to go endlessly, or rooms interconnecting through paradoxical means...no but instead was a spot you founded >Broken glass. Surrounded by pillars of the gross looking wall paper.And by looking up you noticed a single set of lights broken: your not alone in here >So you kept on looking around more but with extreme caution...that until you heard a noise >MUNCH....CRUNCH....MUNCH >You look from afar...is that?...Holy shit its John...and he's feeding on a weird looking...corpse?...To be quite frank you wouldnt be surprised if John resorted to cannibalism...hes quite an "weird" person as a whole >So you called out to him >"JOHN! HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE IM NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE!" >As you quickly gotten closer...you realized it wasnt him...especially when it lifted itself more and more nearly reaching the ceiling itself before looking at you >SHIT! >You hastily turn around and began booking it with your life on the line as that THING began it pursuit >Using the enviroment as area around you, you do your best to try shaking off your tail but it wouldn't budge >And trick or traps you made on the fly, IT quicky dismantle or quickly overcome it >Anything you tried to do to give you the edge, IT quickly evens the playing field >All there left to do is to out endure it...thats all you can do but your body is locking up >heart beating faster >and faster >AND FASTER >Throat tightening >Lungs exhausted; wheezing >Till eventually >THUNK >You trip and fell hard against the floor...your entire body shaking, quickly snapping your head around to see where IT is >...Its....its gone >HUUUUURK! >Oh god....you threw up...eww >But you did your best and pick yourself back on your feet...your back where you started >Pat...Pat >You felt a hand on your head...IT was here...your body froze up and you didn't dare to move a single inch >sweating bullets you hope itll be a quick death...breath rapidly rising as you began counting as you close your eyes >3... >2.. >1. >...nothing happened as you heard metal banging...its...moving them out of the way?...why...why is it helping you...ot makes no sense >Till eventually the path was cleared...but yet you just stood there as it stares back at you...it made two hand gestures >"Thank you" >"Freedom" >Soon it leaves from the place you came from >you tremble down to the floor >You were hyperventilating >Teeth clicking and chattering >Not because IT didnt kill you. No >But instead it merely use you in order for IT to escape...and now you wonder if you should even leave this place if that thing is roaming out in your world >But another horrid thought accured in your head How smart is IT
>implying that ZDs aren't drones >implying even the most fleshridden, worm-infested nightmare amongst their kind lacks the "spark" of human glory or desire to serve their makers
Image:178138734542.png(423kB, 1439x4224)uzi doorman, serial designation n, serial designation v, lizzy, khan doorman, and 1 more (murder drones) - 49330f42ca053ef2a25e0221e9d78fc3.png
Image:178138766807.png(102kB, 832x1095)tessa james elliot and skeletessa (murder drones and 1 more) drawn by brrf-anon - 1a1226a47a0d73e94fe6be7e4a356926.png
>It's Tessaslop >It's droneificationslop >It's "J produces her shitty fanfiction again"slop Such a sad display from the former top-performing disassembly drone...
>>363679 I'll wait till next thread before writing more horror greens >no idea why nobody else ever did things with the idea Basically all my ideas in nutshell. >>363683 There's another Uzi void greentext that has similiar concept and similiar art despite not being related
>>363570 N is definitely up there for best bodyguards I agree, I chose J though because she seems to take the job more seriously. Although N definitely could also take it serious too I'm sure he's not dimwitted or anything kek I think he just tends to overthink stuff more often.
>>363655 Anon, worker drones have flat can bottoms, what nice and round ass is there to speak of? But honestly though I think it's cuter and hotter that way since it's funny to imagine a drone trying to be flirty towards (You) with nothing more than a coca cola bottle or pepper shaker style body with a can opener for an "ass".
>>363685 V's the one who ends up childless (she knows how drone reproduction works and doesn't want to risk creating miserable BPDemons with no self-control like her). No, J ends up with several children who are kind of scared of her because she's easily angered and gets most of what she knows about parenting from Robo-Doctor Laura.
>>363711 >for most of the souls it assimilates and intends to keep forever, the Absolute Solver's internal Pain Dimension is Hell >for the DDs, the AS's internal Pain Dimension is one of those Buddhist hells where time passes far more slowly than in the world of the living >they experience centuries of torment while waiting to be respawned
>>363711 >>363712 (me) >the AS wouldn't just wipe N's memories every time he respawned, but also every time his soul was recalled to it >his suffering was fresh every time he died
>it's your anniversar(E) >what do you buy a murder drone who has everything (you and banana)? >cute stockings made for lithe DD legs >you buy two orange leggings with green tops >E puts them on excitedly >she smiles and laughs at herself in the mirror- it looks like she's walking om two big carrots! >E hugs (you) and gives you a big smooch on the cheek
Either something's unfathomably fucked with those cheetos or something's equally fucked in Uzi's life that drove her into their embrace: I suggest the TADC finale(she's the sort of sperg that "literally me"'s Pomni)
>>363733 >the movie just started there >she hasn't seen the whole thing turn into Goose mindbreaking her pre-trooning self into a pet for fetishistic reasons, then Caine coming back apropos of nothing
>After everything is all said and done, Thad feels like he's been left in the dust >All the girls he had any interest in are dead or in relationships, and he doesn't want to be a homewrecker >Sad feels all around >One day he's outside scouting out spots for skateboard tricks when he comes across J working on fixing the space ship >Not having anything better to do, he decides to help her with it >Time passes >Somehow he befriends J >More time passes >Thad one day finds himself now dating J >Thad starts teaching her about sports >J starts teaching him how to speak with an Australian accent and lingo >Which is odd, because Thad would have thought she'd teach him business knowledge or something >One day J requests that Thad puts on something "special" in bed >It's a wig with long black hair, definitely not something he'd be into, but he doesn't want to upset his murder drone girlfriend >Life continues on as normal aside from J occasionally having him wear the wig when they are alone, to the point where he doesn't think much about putting it on anymore >It's almost an automatic reflex to put it on >Then comes a day where J requests that he wear a dress and a bow with the wig >Feels very much not-him, but once again he does not want to upset his murder drone girlfriend >More time passes >Things are going great between Thad and J, though some of the other drones have been giving him odd looks >J calls his name from across the room, and when he looks at her she has an oddly pleased look on her face >Because all worker drones are programmed to have a certain level of stupidity, Thad failed to realise that J had been slowly shifting from calling him Thad to Tad to Ted to Tess to Tessa >Despite being a jock of a drone, J has turned Thad into a simulacrum of Tessa all because his name started with a T
>>363741 >Despite appearances, Thad doesn’t mind changing his drag persona from Thalia to Tessa >He knows its what makes his gf happy, but she doesn’t gave to know he likes it too >He has a dd gf that loves him, they are happy together, he can be himself and the sex is good >Gigathad.png
>>363741 >Beretta put the manuscript back in the box with the others and shuddered >of all the real person fanfics Mom hid under her and Dad's bed, this one was by far the most disturbing >she felt unclean, and this time it wasn't for 'getting a stark reminder that she's a disgusting monster with a bodywork-deep facade of being a normal drone' reasons >"Giggle." >ah yes, her persistent hallucination or maybe the for real ghost of her long-dead aunt wants to weigh in now >"What have I told. You about sticking. Your snoot into your mother's creative. Endeavors? Condescending smirk. Don't say. I didn't warn you." >"Bite me..." Beretta mumbled
>>363436 Heads up Anons, I couldn’t update last night because I spent all of Saturday partying like a normie for the first time in five years, once I’ve slept it off I’ll try to make another update later today. I don’t want this greentext to be a twelve part saga so expect us to reach the payoff in the next one to two updates.
TADC but Jax is a goofy-ahh himbo MD but N is a dickhead who's mean because he's insecure over being the world's biggest bottom (he has no anus, and he must get pegged)
>>363771 Actually I’d say we’ve been doing better for a bit now There were a few weeks where it felt over, but there’s been more activity and OC recently
>>363771 >/shartyco/: nonstop thread long drama, literal years long seething grudges, dozens of posts wasted in niggers arguing past each other, can’t even label their thread or troon mods will banish them back to /trash/ >/md/: “hey anon, when’s the next update for your new greentext/art piece” “soon, just busy with my career/going out with friends/vacationing with my wife”
>>363771 nah /md/ is doing fine, noticeable uptick in art the last few weeks, we will probably have a pretty active summer before thing taper off once school starts again for folks.
Me personalty im working on a project for another fandom (corru who would've fucking guessed) before starting my summer plans of figuring out more blender stuff, while continuing to drop the occasional thing here once in a while.
A Reminder: Amyanon still owes his due for his crimes last drawpile, if he docent come out willingly i will... force him out.
>>363777 Once Amyanon gets captured he will be subject to the worse torture imaginable. A Corru/40k crossover fic where the aliens get the shit genocided out of them and it's going to be blueberry marine wank. They succeed thanks to their strict adherence to the codex and something cool from corru will job to the marine model of the week that just got released/A character we want to establish as super though and cool (The Avatar of Khaine can no longer serve this function)
>>363784 while it a better deal overall, its not without its own catches. While not fully explained, from the necrons perspective id seem... oddly familiar
>>363771 I'll wait until everyone has finished their tasks, or until the end of the month, before hosting another Drawpile. That said, I'm always available in the meantime.
>>363156 >unwilling pred doesn’t seem like it, labor bot was fully prepared to commence suicide, didn’t know how it’d end up in the belly of the beast, as the end result was death regardless
>>362952 Permutation of the "MD is Uzi's chuuni ventfic" concept I came up with last night: it's not written by Uzi, moody autistic high school studentbot, it's written by Z, moody autistic maidbot who Tessa salvaged from the robot death pit near her mansion somethingteen years ago. Most of the other characters are based on other robutts Tessa dug up and repaired, though a few are based on humans who've come over to the Elliot mansion in Uzi's lifetime (Cyn is based on a combination of one of Tessa's granddaughters who made a very bad first impression on Z and the irreparable damage to her "mom" 2 that Uzi wishes she could blame someone for but can't, Beau is based on a baby brother of IRL Cyn's, Braiden is based on some rich kid who Z knew barely anything about but still hated him from his vibes and fantasized about setting his hair on fire, etc.). A bunker in a permanent nuclear winter industrial hellscape was chosen for the setting because it's basically the opposite of Z's world.
Friendbots I have thought of being some of Tessa's people in this universe to date, in three overall generations:
>B(raxton) (Australian) >D(etective) >F(rank) >G(rant) (Australian) >K(han) >M(akarov) >М (i.e. Doll's dad/Mitchell) (yes, this is the Cyrillic letter) (only speaks Russian) >2 (i.e. Nori) (is Australian) >17 (i.e. Alice) >23 (i.e. the teacher; short for 2342, the full sequence of legible numbers on his "this robot is fucking dead" tag armband) >29 (i.e. Amda) >48 (i.e. Yeva) (only speaks Russian)
>E(mily) (Australian) >L(izzy) (Australian) >P(enny) (British) >R(ebecca) (only speaks Dutch) >S(am) >T(had) >Z (i.e. Uzi) (British) >Д (i.e. Doll) (only speaks Russian) >Ч (i.e. Chad) (only speaks Russian) >44 (i.e. Kelsey; short for 4421, the full sequence of legible numbers on her "this robot is fucking dead" tag armband) (only speaks Dutch)
The Anon who initially proposed the "what if MD was just Uzi's chuuni ventfic?" concept mppria
>>363806 Well glad you're ok. Also if that's the case you shoud try corru, it's got a lot of creativity but perhaps its better to save it for a rainy day.
>>363808 >>363809 I actually already knew about it from watching Andrew Cunningham's Deltarune videos but I wasn't interested at the time and eventually forgot about it. Then Yanon and Salonanon mentioned it again, so I decided to give it a try. I haven't finished it yet, but I already have some opinions that I'll share on /cog/ later since I want to stay on topic. For now, if I write a greentext, it'll probably focus on canon characters because I don't really have a spark for any OCs at the moment.
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>Cave Johnson Lines Animated! #9 #sfm #portal >So you found yourself in the solversapien heat cycle. Do not panic, the boys at the S.R.T,(Solver Research Team), have a fool proof plan. Let get this paper here >"One. Have a secure location that you can hide youself in, for these sapiens will mark anything and we do mean anything" >"Two. If stuck between to solversapiens: do not panic. For panicking will cause a "unforseen" action to occurred which have near 90 percent mortality rate for humans. And near body destruction for drones" >"Three. If they decide to team up. Pray to any god you worship" >Well that seems bleak. But as long you dont pull a buster brown like this poor robot you'll be good >Now then, we need 5 employees to head outside since the place is littered with them. Dont worry we'll send your regards to your love ones
>>363757 >Uzi breaks Jax-N into accepting he wants to submit to loving (but also autistic and extremely tsundere) authority >Uzi canonically, onscreen, uncensored sitting on Jax-N's face >both of them implicitly getting extremely turned on by the experience
>>363834 Uzi is extremely over the top in her autistic seethe sessions. Think Tara having a falling out with Raven so she has Raven's stand-in Willow murdered then Hermione casually brings up that Lupin raped Willow's corpse. MD is a 31st century My Immortal.
>>363836 >still trapped >still tortured >still all-but-explicitly stated to be doomed *forever:* bound to crave a death that will never come till the stars grow cold and existence itself crumbles beneath entropy or the Exponential End
So considering the cryochamber failures in Outpost 3 were caused by a software problem (that may or may not have been worsened by the "permanent nuclear winter-causing planetwide volcanic eruptions" thing), do you think any other outposts (the ones that didn't get cleared our by unkillable 30 Days of Night vampires anyway) still have living humans on ice? And there's debate over whether it's better to just keep them there or release them into a world where they're trapped in basically a Fallout vault forever because going out into the toxic deathstorm outside is instant death?
>>363843 (me) >mfw outposts that still have intact cryo wings treat them as museums where you go to look at frozen humans, like the Cuckquarium in the TADC finale where you can watch the mindbroken creatures that still have the minds of people you knew and cared for imprisoned inside them swim around in the darkness
>>363844 >tfw I was born too early to be in suspended animation while teenage 4'something" industrial robots in e-girl wigs point and laugh at my inaquately-sized penis and take photos of themselves and their galpals pointing and laughing at my inadequately sized penis
>>363826 The first two are really nice. The last one has that same problem with visor proportions being too based on human faces instead of the worker drone's own face proportion. The thing about stylized stuff is, well, shapes and proportions are among the things that will deviate away from standard human proportion. Kaboodle being a pillbaby with limbs is pretty funny though. I'm surprised tumblr still has any life left, much like deviantart.
>>363205 I also always loved N x J (wether if it works out or not). Idk they just look so adorable together. I also agree with the possibility of J slowly growing on N emotionally over the years because she literally has no one else giving her praise since after Tessa. At some point she would surrender to N's genuine kindness.
>The next few days passed with increasing awkwardness >Neither drone nor heiress brought up that moment of heightened, vaguely romantic intimacy >Tessa didn't ask J if she had seen the smut she'd been reading, J never volunteered that she had taken it even though Tessa had originally hid it away >All the same, tension hovered silently between them >Sometimes J would be handing Tessa a book or a dish or taking something back and their hands would touch >It seemed increasingly that both human and drone went out of their way to deliberately do so, fingers lingering and brushing in ways that had nothing to do with the passing along of the objects >J's fantasy program wouldn't let her be, it kept cropping up too high in her priority list, soaking up cycles that might be better spent on necessary tasks >Meanwhile, Tessa increasingly sent for J whenever she needed something done in her rooms, whether it was bringing food or helping her mistress get ready to go out, or lending a hand with the endless tinkering Tessa did to make or mend the wigs and uniforms of her refurbished drones >Without exactly asking, J had borrowed a pad and mechanical pencil from the stash of supplies Tessa had for her sewing work, and at the end of each day she would let her fantasy program run for a few minutes, before putting her developing drawing skills to work recording the fantasy down on paper >At first J would carefully destroy the increasingly erotic sketches, afraid of the consequences should any drone or human staff member discover one, but as her fantasies intensified she began leaving them in the pad, hiding it and the pencil in the bodice of her maid dress, thanking the JCJenson designers for making her chassis nearly flat so that the pad was basically invisible
>Of course, such covert acts could never be sustained forever >One day J was alone in Tessa's room, organizing some of the fresh clutter, and had just been drawing out her secret notebook to begin a sketch when Louisa had barged into the room, demanding to know where her daughter was, and ordering J to prepare suitable dress for an outing >With no way to get rid of the notebook without drawing attention to it, J quickly set it in among the other supplies on the table, in the middle of a stack of other sketchpads and notebooks >Then the lady of the house hit her with the second demand, the drone staff were all to make themselves useful clearing and preparing a different wing of the house for a private party >It took all of J's programmed will to keep from despairing as she had to abandon her notebook and satisfy Louisa on a choice of outfit for her daughter before immediately being shooed from the room to begin work on the preparatory chores >Her core felt as though it sank through her and into the floor as the task dragged on, the selected wing of the mansion had been neglected for weeks in the normal cleaning rotation and guests were already arriving as the finishing decorations were being put up >She tried to slip away then but was snagged on her way out and had a drinks tray shoved at her, forced to spend yet more time serving beverages and taking requests before eventually managing to foist the task off on another worker drone, knowing that none of the human guests would care which robot servant was which >Praying to her creators she rushed into Tessa's room, only to skid to a halt in the bedroom proper when she spied her mistress sitting at the cutting/sewing table, J's precious, illicit, forbidden sketchbook open to the most recent drawing, having obviously just finished reading through all of it
>"Come on in J, close the door too" >J managed to produce an audible nervous gulp as she did as she was told >The maid drone had to stifle a gasp of shock when halfway through her turn back into the room she felt Tessa stepping up against her, twining her arms around J's shoulders in a tight hug >The warmth of Tessa's body heat surrounded J, fabric rustled softly between their bodies, her olfactory sensors were saturated with Tessa's perfume, something sweet like flowering fruit >J felt her core coolers racing in her chassis, she saw a low level overheat warning in the corner of her HUD but ignored it, focused on the fact that Tessa's face was only a few inches away and above her own >Her processes were swamped with mingled excitement at how close they were and terror that Tessa's emerald eyes might flash over suddenly with anger or disgust >"J, I've got something I need you to help me with...but you gotta promise to never let on" >"Boss?" >"Think of it like, ah, like a secret business agreement! Like a sort of merger...between the two of us." >For a moment J couldn't process, and spoke without thinking >"Terms?" >Tessa Elliot turned her maid, lay both hands under J's cheeks, tipping her head up and leaning in, static electricity fizzled between J's stunned display and the tip of Tessa's nose as she lay a tentative, awkward kiss on the drone's upturned little snoot
I'd say thats enough teasing, wall of censor text coming up next.
>>363868 *for Lizzy considering that ("Hey V? Like, which Not Nice Wyvern do you want tonight?"), and immediately abandoning that plan when V, after being so cagey with her about her past up to this point, trauma dumps on Lizzy about how many times Vore GLaDOS raped her in every possible way over the fifty years she spent under its heel