Don't forget to regularly maintain your Sentinel Drone, citizen. You don't want your Sentinel Drone to perform maintenance on itself.
Awesome Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of so many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of changing modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the really awesome Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The actual separate Wiki: wiki.dron Last thread: >>365746
When Cyn possessed Boizi she immediately started helicoptering his dick around because all of her other hosts have been females and this is a new experience for her
>>366670 >"Chief," Cortana warns, "Covenant chatter indicates a battle up ahead. They're fighting... something? Someone? It's hard to parse- they barely have time to make a report before their coms cut off." >you can hear the battle up ahead, the sound of plasma and needler discharge growing fainter and more sporadic as whatever they were fighting killed them >rounding the corner, the battle has stopped >a mound of Covenant corpses decorate the room >Jackals with no arms, Elites cut in half and thrown across the room >your shields flare as you accidentally step in something yellow and steaming- a grunt half melted into goop >you raise your rifle as two golden eyes look at you from a pair of eviscerated hunters >a strange, human-shaped robot looks at you with a smile as he slurps up a squirming Lekgolo worm, their orange blood spattering against his white chassis and dripping onto his suit >"God that's hot," Cortana blurts out, "I wonder what his organs are like."
>>366681 >Uzi didn't know how she got here. >She didn't know who put her in a maid dress either. >But she was going to make them pay. >"You, calculator slave! barked Mr. Elliot "Go fetch me my pipe and morning paper!" >Uzi wanted to say "BITE ME!" >Instead, she said "Right away, Mr. Elliot!" >Oh, this is actually Hell.
>>366681 >I'm tired >Mr. and Mrs. Elliot are the actual fucking worst >how the fuck does L think no one can tell she and Д are lesbos together >wonder if J knows I saw him and Tessa kissing >maybe I should make friends with E >my feet hurt >why aren't X and T competing over me like in a young adult romance >still can't believe Rachel is as much of an absolute fucking slag as L said >is 29 seriously trying to make 'well, it's possible' her catchphrase >why can't Tessa and I fix up Mum's core >why can't I find someone to blame for Mum being unfixable >fuck her pride, why won't Mum let me help her when she has trouble with something >I wish I was in a bunker on a nuclear winter hellscape planet
>>366690 >>366691 Swapping Y's and E's hats! >E has to live with the horrors she experienced >Or at least that what she thinks in the brief moment between hats >Y also has a magnet in her hat, so that it doesn't fall off >No real change with Y, her processing unit is so small and thus so deep in her head no magnet can effect it
>>366674 > HIGH QUALITY BOI I dunno, looks kinda just decent? Certainly not worth the 50$ price tag, also why are they adding balloons held by human hands to this?
>>366702 In the /MD/ Universe the day of the rake came, Canada is only spoken off as a mystical realm of suffering. Quebec was nuked into oblivion after the whole population of india moved there
Impossible: everyone knows she's flatter than a squirrel post-roadkill. There's no way she'd graduate "has nipple" status at most in even her wildest dreams.
The average /md/ users would have homoerotic fantasies with male drones I said "would have" because 93% of them fantasie about topping a male drone, which makes it not gay
>>366727 The Greeks weren't 'based', anon. They were just gay. Like you. >>366726 She cute but she goes down into the garbage chute because she tripped and fell like an idiot.
>>366735 >V "won" >"winning" = getting tossed around like a ragdoll for 10+ minutes before bitching out and hiding in the Bunker(even your suprise attack wasn't enough)
>>366741 >V kicked literally right next to the entrance >consistent tendency to run away/reposition for ambushes when losing fights(feral Uzi, Doll, Manor J, the Sentinels)
>>366747 Honestly I figured J was either searching the Bunker's perimeter(a smarter, more reliable tactic than chasing an ambush predator into her ambush) or heard Cyn fucking about and GTFO'd to avoid becoming pic-related again.
Do you think J has V's "can easily win any fight as long as it takes place entirely offscreen" power? Also, >V >Caine Wonder if Gaslight District will see Glitch go 3 for 3 with "we blatantly see character die a narratively appropriate death to hype stakes all the way up, same character shows up alive and well in the final episode without a scratch on them, mouth breathing spastic autismos bloviate about how ackshually this makes perfect sense and is totally a natural outcome and pretending this was something they predicted at the time".
>>366751 To be fair they actually DID have a well foreshadowed way to bring V back. That they went "lolnope useless raptors" instead is something I'll never forgive them for.
>>366752 >>366753 I don't think the dingoes would have left V's core alone long enough for her to become a Solverpede. Would have just squished it. If anything, Uzi being V's admin now means she should have come back as her tail, initially terrified before she calms down and realizes she's not in the Absolute Solver's internal Pain Dimension this time.
>be me >try to write my greens, even the goofy ones, to be less lolXDrawr than the show on the whole is >realize this means having the characters act like actual people who live in a world that is their reality, and not toys being bashed together >realize the show is just Liam bashing toys together and there are big chunks of it irreconciliable with being a consistent world >realize I'm taking disposable momentary entertainment that meant nothing to its creator beyond his personal momentary gratification seriously >be demoralized Fuck it, MD deserves humanslop. It's unironically more like the show than anything else here: completely self-indulgent and completely disposable. You wank into it then throw it out. Steaks-sama, Pavofags, I kneel. I just feel bad for everyone still trying to make something lasting with MD as a basis (e.g. Blu), they're trying to turn back the tides. I'm probably going to rejoin them one day. Assuming I ever really left them and I'm not just having a long dark night of the soul right now.
>>366772 >subhuman gooners tell me that if I'm so irritated by how much gooner slop they shit out I should write greens that aren't slop and that will influence the threads >I point out that I DO write greens that aren't gooner slop but it has zero impact and I might as well not bother because it has the same effect as trying >subhuman gooners immediately start mangling my statement to them, because in addition to being subhuman they are malicious liars
>>366797 >I apologise for my drone's rather rough behaviour but the telephone is so impersonal. Yes, I much prefer the hands-on touch you can only get with hired drones. >"Hired drones?"
>>366787 >say the threads are full of low-effort slop and get told "write better content instead of complaining" >actually write better content nothing changes, slop still gets all the attention >point this out >get treated like you never wrote anything in the first place >notice the hypocrisy: first they insist the answer is to create better content, then when someone does exactly that and it changes nothing, they ignore or deny that it happened rather than reconsider their own argument >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.
>>366751 >they added at minor explanatoon for V >made explicit that she *beat* the dingos, they didn't just stop existing when the camera changed >tfw even V's return is better done then Caine's
>>366758 The fact that instead of J there was an absolute solver (or Cyn, it calls itself both) pushes me to the idea that these cores only serve as a source for AS, and that without it the recovery process is impossible.
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>>366813 >>they added at minor explanatoon for V >>made explicit that she *beat* the dingos, they didn't just stop existing when the camera changed That doesn't address anything I said >>tfw even V's return is better done then Caine's They're both basically O MY RUBBER NEN-tier asspulls, Caine was just less ruined because his character development wasn't "loljk"ed for the sake of a throwaway gag at the very end of the show like with V.
>>366767 Take heart anonymous, what you describe is the very basis of alchemy, to perform the seemingly impossible act of material transubstantiation, to make lead into gold and water into wine. Take heart because nothing could be more noble :)
>"Genetically, all humans are 99.99% similar." >"All of us." >"That's why inbreeding is bad for humanity, and you should always do genetic testing before having a child." >"Professor, but what about drones?" >"Why are you even asking that question?" >"Well, just..." >"No." >"What?" >"I fucking said no." >"But I even..." >"Listen to me, you stupid bastard, I'm not falling for this a second time, so I don't want to hear another word out of your fucking mouth for the next 56 minutes, and I swear to Jesus Christ our savior, if you say anything else, I will take a shotgun off the table and blow your head off like a fucking watermelon!" >"Where did you get the shot..." >*Reload sound*
>>366828 Can you stop rage baiting the professor? I'm trying to make out with my drone GF in the back of the class here
>>366829 Atheism is defeatism. Theism is cuckoldry. Knowing that god exists, knowing that he is a rampant asshole and realizing that we MUST find a way to kill him is the true chad belief
>>366837 I'm planning on drawing it next, but nah her ears and tail are real, just covered like the rest of her body. There's a reason I called V and N mutant Drones.
Remember that a healthy urine color is grey with spent nanites. Clear or yellow urine indicates that no disassembly drone partner is available to inject health-boosting nanites into you via drone saliva or other various fluids.
>>366810 >I'm sorry I should write about that pathetic Pervo on his knees, sucking off Twatanon like a thirsty vacuum going gulp, gulp, glug. >or that leech Jane and her pesky pack of diseased furries, desperately trojan-horsing their degenerate shit into everything. >or maybe writing N inflating like a bloated balloon in his troony cuck chair. Have you considered that you have a shit taste?
>>366824 >scritching V's ear >she starts purring as her body sqeaks like a toy from rubbing against you >she forces you to scritch her other ear while still going with the original one >you notice the overheating warning on her face >her purring mixes with her inner fans going crazy >doesn't tell you to stop
This is a dronephile green, this is male humanonmale drone, so you have been warned I could find enough material to confidently write it to feel more HIM. I apologize if he doesn't act how he should >He was in a dark room, mostly turned off due to him being in sleep mode >A Disassembly Drone as tall as a bookshelf standing in a cold room, enough to make a weak human shiver a bit >Standing near a wall, like the last one on an empty line >And then a weak human walked into the room "Why can't they run better in the heat? I ain't good with cold" >He was a worker in this place, a scientist under JCJenson >The drone was just hearing how this scientist got inside, thinking "What is going on?" >The guy looks around, some blush developing on his face, his devious intentions coming to his head >The place was pretty empty, relocation reasons, perfect moment for his idea, although he was still doubting >"The Disassembly Drone I, or Eye for short, a fine specimen" He pauses for a second "Why is he so tall? He's taller than me" Said the guy, getting close to him >The slow startup of the drone started >The scientist started to get nervous, seeing his opportunity possibly going away >He pulled a messenger bag out from under his coat, taking out a fabric stronger than steel, a 'lost' piece of equipment >As fast as he could, he tied Eye's arms behind its back, and when finally the Eye's vision started, his legs were constrained >"Hey, what is going on?" Eye asked as he was being blindfolded with a fabric impossible to see through no matter the spectrum of vision >The scientist was breathing a bit heavily, nervous, excited, not sure if to run "I... Uh... This is... A test" >"A test? Did John send you?" Eye asked, trying to find the why of the situation "Yes... My Boss sent me! For... A surprise test, a secret test" The only truth he said was that John is his superior >"This is a secret test, so don't mention it to anybody, even to John, or he will get mad with everyone" A mad John will not benefit Eye, so he will follow the instructions, maybe due to the feeling of fear he's having >The guy whispers "Am I really about to do this? I hope he doesn't break free" As he walks in front of Eye >"Act natural" He says "Act how you think you should, and f-follow my instructions" His voice trembles for a second >He clears his throat "Ehem... Open your mouth" There is no hesitation on Eye's part before following the instruction >Eye's open mouth, showing his sharp teeth and that gray tongue >The scientist looks up and gets a bit closer to him, for a second doubting, then doing something with no possible way of going back
>The scientist kissed Eye, much to Eye's surprise >He should do what comes natural, what he thinks he should do, so he did >He tried to free his hand, but he was unable to >Eye just accepted the kiss, lowering his head a bit down >Eye felt some heat started to build up inside of him, a heat that felt good >He wanted to grab him and do something, but he was restrained well, it would take him a second to free himself if he tried >The guy just put his hands around him, going down on him towards the tall drone's ass, grabbing it >Feeling his body from the outside, then inside by pushing his tongue inside the drone's mouth >Eye's saliva, tasted a faint bit metallic, no surprise there; his mouth was hot, and in an instant extremely wet >His body temperature started increasing slowly, as if he were a big humanoid shape heater >With the rise of the heat came a small taste of Eye's capabilities, more than the scientist could bite >He feels his mouth getting invaded, a tongue big for his mouth, leaving his taste in him, covering his airways >But he does not separate, he lets the big drone stay, firmly grabbing his backplates, feeling the heat >The towering drone leans in more and more, almost losing balance >For a second, the human is not in control, thinking of pushing back, but the taste of this strange alloy is almost addicting >It feels like if Eye were sucking the air out of him, the human, the scientist, starts to feel dizzy, lightheaded >He needs to breathe, but he doesn't want to >The taste of his tongue, the taste of his saliva is addicting >He wants to taste it a bit more >A tiny noise of fabric breaking can be heard, but before this noise can get louder and louder, the human is able to stop himself >He separates as he gasps for air, coughing, just to look at Eye, blind-fonded, tied up, with his tongue out, steam coming out of every exhalation >Eye likes this feeling, this heat; he wants more of it >This new type of test is something better than everything >Small whimpers came out of the drone, small enough to be hardly heard; he was expecting more, saliva dripping on the floor >Almost like he acted a bit more out of instinct, more like an animal in heat than a drone that can think >The scientist cleaned his mouth "He is... Male..." the guy mumbles "But he is just a robot, right?" >He shakes his head, before kissing the drone once more, getting that taste again in his mouth >Moving his hands to the thighs, bigger than any other model, a soft... Composite? Alloy? Does it matter? >Eye was having fun too, tasting a human, a flavour much better than metal or oil >Feeling the heat of a human, a heat that expanded wherever he touched >Except one specific part, an interesting addition, something extra >Appearing now between his legs, an adapter, slowly showing itself more and more
>>366872 >The human touch was a bit too much to maintain total control; it happened almost by accident >And while caressing his legs, the scientist felt it in his hand >He was taken aback for a second, separating from the kiss and looking down "You are getting... Excited" >Eye answered with moans, his mind was getting a bit fuzzy, and it could only get worse >His adapter was throbbing with excitement "More~ More~" were the only words that came out of the drone, happy, excited >The cold air was felt again by the scientist; stopping was not a feeling he liked >He started to walk behind the drone "What a good boy you are being" he said >Somehow, those words 'good boy' were enough to make the drone's adapter start leaking >The scientist was surprised by this but prepared >He pulled something from his bag and placed it around his adapter >"Sorry, but I don't want to clean" He installed something, an effective tool; the leaking stopped >The scientist started feeling around the ass of the drone, making Eye jolt >He felt around the drone's backplate, but was not finding what he was searching for "It's too dark. Where is...?" He sounded frustrated >"Fuck it, my pants are getting tight. Open those legs for me" And Eye did as commanded, separating his legs, his adapter now between them >Eye could hear the unbuckling of a belt, and the drop of fabric, and soon enough heat between his legs >His mouth was invaded by the fingers of the human, his head being pulled back, and soon enough feeling the human's member moving between his thighs >Almost by instinct, Eye closed his thighs enough to engulf the human's member around his warm metallic body >Eye was starting to heat up, warming the human's cock, feeling the temperature increasing, degree by degree with every single thrust the scientist started giving him >Feeling his adapter swing with every ram of the human's pelvis against his, getting bigger, throbbing in excitement >The scientist was enjoying feeling the drone's thigh and adapter rubbing against each side of his penis >The sound of flesh hitting metal started to echo in the room, getting louder by the second >Moans of a drone in pleasure joining the echo with grunts of a human >Smell of sweat from the flesh and steam of the cooling liquid of the drone, trying its best to keep the metal cold, and failing >Eye's mind was getting fuzzy, and his body started to act on impulse, moving its hips, his tail going around the human's leg >Eye's hips pushing against the scientist's pelvis with each thrust he gave, feeling every single one against his adapter, feeling his soft meat and warmth >The scientist couldn't resist much longer "I'm close, I'm close!" Pushing his body to his limits to go faster and faster against the tall drone's body >The warmth felt so nice for Eye; the feeling of the human's member against his adapter was arousing, no, more than that, intoxicating >So infatuated with this feeling that he pushed the scientist against the wall with his rear, almost falling due to the constraints on his legs >Normally, pain would come from feeling part of the weight of a drone against someone, tho any pain was drowned in a sea of pure pleasure for the scientist now >The drone was taking some control against the smaller human, forcing his dick to thrust against him faster, the human barely holding his own without being pushed around >But with this, he couldn't resist more >He was already reaching his limit, but with this, it was already too much >He hugged Eye, firm as he could while his mind went blank for a second, making a mess between the drone's thighs >Eye could feel it, the semen falling from his legs and adapter, to the floor
>Eye moved his legs back and forth, softly, gently, and he soon could feel the scientist's cock getting harder again >The scientist quickly recovered from the blank state of mind from a second ago, ready once again to continue >"On your knees." And as soon as Eye heard that, he complied >Eye, heavily breathing, his body reaching dangerous temperatures, his adapter throbbing, unable to free the pressure >His mind almost felt completely gone, his mind a complete fuzz, just noise, not thinking, just wanting to continue while he was whimpering with his tongue out, saliva falling on the floor >And his expectations were met, his hair was grabbed and pulled back, and human cock entered his mouth with force >He could feel every push the human gave against his throat >He could feel the scientist balls hitting his screen >"God you are so warm..." He barely heard over the white noise that was in his head >His core was already reaching alarming levels of heat, but he didn't care >Eye wasn't thinking at this point, no more, his mind was truly gone at this point, just acting out of instinct >Out of an urge for more >He felt his hair being pulled while his neck was grabbed >He felt his body asking for a release, but not from the human's grasp >He wanted him to keep going, hair pulled, getting choked, getting hit >Eye's tail started going around his adapter, jerking himself off, but release was not arriving >He felt like he was going to explode, but that STUPID tool was stopping HIM >His adapter couldn't stop throbbing, the relief was not going to arrive, those feelings just kept building up >His mind was nothing but pure noise and pleasure, a non-stopping bliss that he wanted to keep going forever >This state of fervour was like nothing he had ever felt before >He couldn't even hear what the human said before he was pulled from his hair towards the scientist >His insides started to get filled by something new of incredible taste >Being kept in that position by force for a few seconds >And once he let go of him, he couldn't help but thrust the air with its hips >He needed relief, he wanted it more than anything
>>366873 >The scientist looked at Eye, covered in cum, thrusting the air, moaning, whimpering >"Let me help you, since you helped me" He kneeled, looking at his adapter "𝘌𝘩𝘦𝘮... You are a bit... Big" >Ignoring it for a second, he freed Eye from the tool he installed, but nothing happened >"You seem stuck..." The scientist was a bit worried "It is just a drone" He bumbled before he helped Eye by jerking him off a bit like he was doing with his own tail >But it seemed there was a problem >He was really stuck >The scientist hugged him from behind before opening a small hatch on Eye "This will release you" >Soon Eye felt the human hands inside him, tugging and pulling his wires >It was a mix of small pain and extreme ecstasy >Each pull, each tug of his wires felt amazing, but the relief was not coming >Somehow it felt even like it was continuing to build up this pressure he was feeling >The noise was only getting louder >There was no other sound, and no other feeling but pleasure at this point, the tug of each wire just making the feeling stronger >But then the noise was broken with 2 words >"Cum for me, be a good boy~" With those two last words, it was enough, he could feel the pressure being freed >Ropes of nanites shot out of his adapter into the air back onto himself, his body trembling non-stop due to the pleasure finally having an outlet >Moans of the drone were loud, lasting several seconds before his body finally reached his limit >His adapter stopped, and his body not responding >The scientist looked at him worried, before noticing he had a hard reset >Eye's body and mind couldn't handle the bliss and just had to turn off for a moment >The guy just stood up, pulling his pants back on, talking about how he needs to clean so he doesn't get fired on his first ever job >A job he wants to keep forever now This has to be the gayest thing I ever wrote
Just realized that a middle ground between deadly serious military man Khan from the concept art and the Khan we got would basically be Rip Torn in Freddy Got Fingered.
AND I FAILED THAT FUCKING EXAM BY 2 POINTS REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I'm retaking it on the 14th... I have some free time, I guess I'll try to get a green posted this weekend
>>366654 >because Negev sees the invisible Solverpede claws that witches' "telekinesis" actually works through, teaching her how to control her power was a trial and error process for Doll, even with her own extensive research back when she was completely alive (and after Negev's release, even with collaboration with Nori), since Negev was too freaked out by her most basic ability to master it >more than one attempt to duplicate, say, a box of crayons or pad of paper turned into a steaming hot blob of living flesh, even after Negev became fairly proficient in duplication >fortunately for Negev, getting rid of the evidence was easy and cancelled out the heat gain and mass loss of the failure >kind of chewy too >likewise, she is thankful for Nori's suggestion that force field training be done outside and with Negev facing away from Outpost 3, because none of the three had any idea what could go wrong there >Nori, for her part, admits that lightly crumpled up newspaper balls were a better idea for dummy projectiles than snowballs
>>366913 >>366914 Then how you feel about hetero greentexts? Specifically about Doll producing strong children for the Soviet Union? And using her womanly charms to manipulate people to increase her social status in the bunker?
>>366912 If that is what you want to write, then write it with no regrets. I will say that the modular nature of anatomy adapters means there's a wide range of untapped creative potential for you to work with
I like how I asked if Yeva or Alice is better, and I get 4 responses in 8 hours. But then I ask if you guys like futa, and I get 6 responses in about 10 minutes. You guys have your priorities.
>>366888 I'm actually starting to wonder what kind of test you're taking. Like, this is fucking nuts. Although, I'm not surprised, because it's from the IT sphere.
>>366896 >"Hello, Anon." >"I want to play a game with you." >"You have to choose one drone." >"Smile or AM." >"Only one." >"Only one drone can leave this room." >"Which o... what are you doing?" >"Wait, you have to hear me out!" >"I didn't tell you what happens to the drone yo... why are you taking off your pants?" >"You're not going to... my god..." >"You are a fucking bastard..." >"..." >"Okay, fuck it, I'll post this on DronHub." >"When you're done with Smiledrone, start with AM."
>>366963 >the website isn't just interactive, it's a live stream of the drone being manufactured to your preferences as you customize it >even before you get a chance to purchase, you ideal drone gf is already a living, conscious being who knows your name and begs you to purchase her >if you don't, your drone gf is painfully recycled live >for the low price of signing all your assets away to the company, you can save her
>Fun Nightfime Canon Fact: before humanity was reduced to Battlestar Galactica-style refugee fleets moving in the opposite direction from Copper-9, there were still free public libraries even in this cyberpunk hellscape of runaway capitalism. >However, overdue books are punished by the library confiscating your retinas. >Yes, I got this from Invader Zim.
thinking about a Canadian drone for Canada Day but time slipped by me as usual. i didn't want to draw a drone and just say she does Canadian things. so a couple of things came to mind. >truck driver for JCJenson (In SPAAAAAAAAACE) Canada branch Logistics Department >been around for a while so she picked up some quirks from her time in rest/maintenance stops for her company vehicle as she travels around >watching people get super into ice hockey, she developed an interest in the sports herself and has tried to learn just by seeing it on TV in diners or the one installed in the truck (so not very good, clunky even... though you probably don't want to get tackled by her even with full protective gear on) i'm not into sports myself but don't fight over what her favorite team is please >while Canadians love maple syrup, she's a drone and she's never sure about tasting it herself. the curiosity is there ... and i think that's all i had in my head. i was gonna lean into the lumberjack thing too but that felt like too much to add on to her. if any actual Canadians are around, lemme know if she sucks as a concept
>>366983 JCJENSON IS AN AMERICAN COMPANY, ALL DRONES ARE AMERICAN BY DEFAULT. GOD BLESS AMERICA >fireworks >a bald eagle soars over with its magnificent screech She just works in the Canada branch.
>>366987 Disassembly drone raids probably ended the early replication of human society. I’m willing to bet that most of the bodies in corpse spires came from the first drone cities formed shortly after Humanity’s extinction the CFL incident, as seen in the prologue
Are solver sapiens vulnerable to the sun and high temperatures like disassembly drones or are they just human enough to be affected too much? OR are they like the Irish and get really bad sun burns?
Looking cute and pick-upable can increase your department budget by up to 500%! It also means you can personally supervise and participate in lewd scientific studies on murder drones.
Image:178305951413.png(657kB, 2221x1777)uzi doorman, nori doorman, and khan doorman (murder drones) drawn by mercurialmorose - 53b57854d1fe835660b9e577f8495334.png
>>367009 > one of them gets uppity at her and says that he can 'easily shut her down' > Holly tells him the rest of the department would turn him into a roomba with functioning tastebuds >>367005 speaking of: i need to vacuum
>"Ah!" >N wakes up in bed, startled. >"Uzi. Uzi, wake up. You... you won't believe the dream I just had. Don't you want to hear about it?" >Uzi wakes up and turns to N. >"All right, N. What is it?" >"Well, I was this rabbit, in this crazy little circus in a virtual space." >"I'm happy for you. Goodnight." >Uzi tries to go back to sleep, but N shakes her to stay awake. >"Nothing... nothing made sense in this place. I mean, the... the ringleader had his eyes in his mouth, and he kept putting me in crazy adventures! I was with loads of crazy people! There was this old guy who kept being stupid but acted smart while in the dark! There was one who looked like a mashup of shapes who kept berating me and also wanted sex with one made of ribbons!" >Uzi looks at N, bored. >"That settles it, no more bubble blowing with V before you go to bed." >"And I found myself bonding with this … adorable little jester girl, but I refused to admit it." >"Go back to sleep." >"Goodnight, Uzi." >They turn to get back to sleep. Then, Uzi turns back to N. >"What do you mean, bonding with an adorable little jester girl?" >"Go to sleep, Uzi. You know, you, uh, you really should wear more silly clothes." >"Bite me, N."
>>367029 >When murder drone caught you and offered you a lucrative deal to give her high-protein food products(become her personal sex doll producing blood and sperm in exchange for not killing you).
>Be JCJ factory supervisor >New company policy is that each and every drone in the factory can grab you by the ass once >There is a line of drones behind you to squeeze your glutes >After they're done with that they enter the line for they daily company mandated headpats >The latest briefing email said they are considering mandatory makeout sessions as well >And your wages were garnished >But what can you do? All other jobs are taken by drones
>>367041 Hey pal, I know you want to feel special about being human and all but you'd have to be retarded if you walk into a military conflict only wearing coveralls and a gas mask.
>>367044 >In an instant, you realize: this is your job >The entire plant will be fully automated, with drones performing every function, from cleaning to control >A human being won't be as productive as a drone, so you and a few other such unfortunates haven't found jobs as supervisors >You've found jobs as whores
Alright here is that green I mentioned, a bit early but I uhh.. had inspiration? It was therapeutic for my mental state let's say, I let out a lot of dark emotions or something, the next time I write something it's going to be Chuuni Uzi, coming up with new ideas for smut is hard
>>336315 >You’re almost ashamed about how fast the nutrient blocks disappeared >But pigging out helped you forget about your predicament for a brief while >You sit down in a corner of your cell and close your eyes >At first you try to calm your nerves but your body quickly realizes just how much you stuffed your gullet >For a while you feel your stomach cramp and your hands shake >Your vision becomes blurry >Maybe eating 15K calories wasn’t the best idea >Soon after you fall into a food coma slumped in the corner >You wake up to someone poking you in the face >You slowly open your eyes >ER is the one poking you >He looks mortified but relief washes over him when he notices you’re awake >He grabs your head and pulls it close to his chest “You’re alive! I thought you suffered from multiple organ failure and died!” >What? >I...is there are risk of that happening to you ? “Don’t worry about that” >… “And if you had to worry about that the chances of it happening would be extremely low at this point” >That sure is encouraging “Anyway, your class is about to start, let me help you up” >ER grabs you by the hands and you begin to try to pull yourself up >Both of you yelp in surprise as you pull the much stronger disassembly drone down to the ground instead >He falls onto you >You try to stand up but he’s not budging >ER’s face is extremely close to yours >Still you can see his tail >It’s wagging wildly from side to side >”You ok?” >ER shakes his head >He laughs nervously “Hahaha, yeah sorry I just got… lost in thought for a moment there, let’s get going” >You leave your cell >ER escorts you to the classroom >You sit down at one of the free desks and wait for the course to start >Once the instructor drone arrives she wastes no time and begins another presentation about drones and their inner workings >She then moves on to the practical part of the course >You’re going to be trouble shooting drones >The instructor drone b lines straight to your desk >She climbs onto your desk with a shit eating grin and begins to undress “Oh Mr Technician! I’m overheating! And there are strange noises coming from my chassis!” >She’s enjoying this, you can tell >You start working on opening her service hatch and think about what may be causing this >The trainer drone shivers as you open her hatch and kneel down to look inside >She’s clean on the inside, but you already knew that you cleaned her yesterday >Still, you should double check >You connect a diagnostics device to the drones core and begin spraying the more hidden nooks and crannies of her chassis with compressed air >She lets out a few moans and rests her hands on your head >She isn’t overheating due to being clogged up with dirt >You press a button on the diagnostic tool to enter debug mode >The instructors screen starts displaying system information >You see the problem, her oil pressure is very low >You kneel down again and give her oil pump a look >The main gear is skipping for some reason >You disable it’s motor with the diagnostic tool and begin quickly taking apart the pump’s covering >You take out the gear it looks fine, but the motor that should be moving it looks scuffed >It’s a bit rusty and the rotor is cracked in a few places >You look at the instructor and give your answer >”The oil pump main gear motor is broken?” >She gives you a more honest smile “Yup! Now fix it, it’s getting awful hot in here” >She takes out a new motor from her lab coat and places it in your hands >You hesitate for a second before beginning to remove further parts of the pump’s casing to remove the old motor >The process is a bitch and a half >You have to disengage locks in places that don’t make that much sense to put them there >You have to squeeze your hand deep into the drone’s chassis >You accidentally nudge a few parts you weren’t working on >The instructor voices her encouragement with moans and heavy breathing “Keep going! You’re close! ~AAAHH!” >You accidentally nudge her core “THAT WAS GOOD!” >She covers her mouth and looks around the room in shame >She giggles to herself and begins whispering to you
>>367061 “We don’t have time for that, work a bit faster, you don’t want me to overheat for real do you?” >You finally manage to remove the old motor >You replace it wit the new one and begin placing all the covers back >With each click of a lock and tightened screw the instructor gasps >Finally you place back the main gear and re-arable the motor >As it begins to slowly rotate you give everything a spray with WD-40 >The instructor yelps, her voice suddenly glitching and dying in her vocalizer >Her body freezes in place a loading icon appears on her screen >After a moment she reboots >She purrs and starts caressing your face “Good work, you sure made the effort of breaking that motor worth it~” >Thanks for the praise? “Now onto the second scenario, but first close my hatch, you’re done there” >You remove the diagnostic tool from her core >A shiver goes through her body >You close her hatch and give her the diagnostics tool >She places it in one of her coat pockets “I’m glad those things can record~” >She clears her throat and abruptly changes her tone of voice “Mr Technician… I can’t go on anymore… everything is so gray… the world is a horrible place… ” >You scratch your head for a while >”Uhhh… Drone Depressive Disorder?” >The instructor leaves her saddened state “Correct! And how do you fix this one?” >”Extensive human on drone stimulation” “Bingo! Get to it” >You wrap your hands around the instructor >She returns the hug and lunges at you from the desk >You sit down on a nearby chair and cuddle the drone while she sits on your lap >After a while she looks up at you with puppy eyes on her screen “Mr Technician, I’m so afraid of tomorrow! On most day’s I’m too demoralized to leave the house!” >You think this is a sign to ramp up the intensity of the stimuli >Uhhh >You kiss the instructor drone on the screen >Kiss is an overstatement >More of a brief peck >She looks at you with dead empty ovals for eyes for a while before rolling them and lunging at your face >Her mouth meets with yours and she attaches herself like lamprey an begins forcibly exchanging spit with you >Her tongue forces it’s way into your mouth and she wraps her hands around your neck >She continues to make out with you for a while before you both begin hearing coughing and irritated whispering >The other drones in class are not happy >The instructor detaches herself from you and begins to wrap today’s course up >You watch the other’s leave and wait for ER to take you back to your cell >That does not happen >Someone else enters the classroom >Someone that makes you want to cry and curl up into a ball >The warden >She waves to the instructor and walks up to you “Inmate 4N0N-331067m I’ll be taking you back to your cell” >You only manage to let out a quiet “OK” >You follow Strychnine back to your cell >As you enter it you see ER >He is naked >Sitting on your bed >Well sitting in a sense >More like propped up by the wall >That is because of the most striking thing about him right now >His arms and legs are laying scattered across the room >Not ripped out, just detached >Also his tail is wrapped around his torso and tied into a knot >The second most striking thing is his anatomy adapter >It’s visible, flaccid, still at least 20 centimeters long while flaccid and a tentacle >Suffice to say you do not like what you see >Also you though ER would be the kind of guy to get a normal schlong >You stand in the middle of your cell stunned >Strychnine slams the door closed “Sorry for this 4N0N, but ER over here told me about your little secret“ >ER remains silent and looks at the floor in shame “Injecting an inmate with something you shouldn’t, dosing him wrong AND not telling me until it’s to late to give him stabilizers” >ER hangs his head even lower in shame “You’re a dumbass ER, you’re lucky this can’t get reported anywhere higher without me also getting in trouble” >Ok she’s mad at him but why is he like that and on your bed? “Oh that, as punishment instead of having fun tonight he’s going to be watching us” >He will what now? >As you try to voice your concerns Strychnine produces a small yellow pill and presents it to you “Here take this, since you’re on the serum anyway I might as well try to get some use out of it” >You take the pill from her hands >She gestures for you to swallow it >You hesitate >The meagerest hint of anger in Strychnine’s screen is enough to make you swallow it >Despite it’s small size it feels like boulder traveling through your throat >”What will that do?” “Oh, It should make you much more fun!” >You already want to cry >Strychnine lays down on the free bed >She spreads her legs revealing her anatomy adapter to you >You look at her dumbfounded “What? You earned yourself a reward yesterday remember?” >Oh she did say something about that but uh…. What does this have to do with anything? “You’re going to be the top today dummy! Now get to it before I change my mind” >Defeated and knowing the alternative is getting pounded into a cold concrete floor you begin to undress
>>367062 >And whatever they lace your food with begun kicking in as you fell your underwear become tight around the crotch >You stand naked in front of Strychnine >She’s waving one of her hands at you, beckoning >You gaze at ER >He’s looking at you >Directly at your crotch >And his adapter is erect >You don’t like this >You know that if you didn’t have chemicals in your blood forcing a hard on you’d be limper than a empty garden hose right now >You want to cover your eyes with your hands and cry >But you can see that Strychnine is getting impatient with you >And so, you come closer to the bed grab onto it >And after closing your eyes, taking a deep breath and dying a bit on the inside >You penetrate Strychnine’s adapter >You begin to thrust your hips >You plunge deeper and deeper into the adapter >It’s tightness, texture, temperature and internal lubrication are physically pleasuring >But mentally this is torture >Strychnine makes no pretense that you will not be tased if you slow down >No matter how hard you thrust it makes no difference to her, she simply lays in front of you a wide smile on her face her screen locked onto you >She makes no sound except the occasional giggle >You glance at ER >He is looking in your direction with wild lust and envy >His tentacock throbbing with want and leaking whatever fluids his adapter stores >Your eyes meet his screen >He starts making puppy eyes at you as if in some attempt to ask you to stop plowing your torturer and move onto him >Suddenly your head is twisted to look at the sentinel drone “Hey! No bonding with the cuck drone right now! You’ve got more important things to do!” >Strychnine locks her legs around your torso and forces you to grab onto her hips “I know you can go faster, are you going to speed up yourself or do you need help?” >She turns one of her hands into a taser >Tears begin to stream down your face as fear grabs your heart >Acting on animalistic self preservation instincts you begin to move your hips as fast as you can >You came at least once at this point, still you do not stop ignoring the numbness in your member slowly turning into pain and the encroaching burning in your hips >Suddenly you feel something touch your ass >A tube of some sort is wedged between your butt cheeks >Without stopping your mad thrusting you look down your shoulder >You see Strychnine’s stinger resting in the valley of your caboose, slowly moving back and forth >She’s hotdoging her stinger >You look back at Strychnine >She laughs for a moment before flopping her tentacle tongue out and slowly dragging it across your face >She then turns her head towards ER, satisfaction on her face >ER is whimpering, trying to move his torso in a way that would allow him to rub his adapter on your bed >Thankfully for the cleanliness of the bed you sleep in he is just a few millimeters away from making contact >As you feel yourself cum through the combination of numbness and pain the lights in the room and the whole building go out >The room is now only illuminated by the yellow and blue lights from the two drone screens >Strychnine releases the hold she had on you “Good work!” >You realize something >You’ve been going at it for some three hours now >Despite the room being dimly lit you can see Strychnine’s smile become even more sadistic “My turn~” >She grabs you by the hands and rolls over to bring you both down to the ground >You land on your back, Strychnine begins to pin you to the ground and force herself onto you >In desperation you try to fight back >To both your and Strychnine’s surprise you manage to stop her from pinning your arms >The surprise on her face quickly turns into perverse joy and the one you felt turns to dread “Oh! I love it when they try to fight back! Maybe you getting those bio boosters wasn’t that bad!” >The glee in her voice is grating >Your momentary stand falls apart as she applies more force and pins your hands to the ground, her grip strong enough to make you think she’s going to rip them out “You know, I was only going to stay here for an extra hour or so… but you just made me so excited!~” >Strychnine begins pounding you into the floor, her taser at your throat to coax movement out of you and her stinger injecting your arm with whatever they use to keep you rock solid through out all of this abuse >You can still hear ER’s whimpers, they are even more desperate and frustrated >You know he’s still watching, the bulb on his head responsible for night vision is the brightest, meaning he is using it right now to see everything >The events happening around you are so surreal >The sea of grunts, moans and whimpers from you , Strychnine and ER fades >The pounding your body is taking becomes distant >You either fall unconscious or forget most of the traumatic events after going to sleep >Either way you wake up the next day >You’re in your bed, covered with a blanket >You’re hands are touching something pleasantly warm >You slowly open your eyes >There is something next to you under the blanket >You raise it up to see what it is >It’s ER
>>367063 >Still limbless >Asleep >Cuddled up to you, drooling on your chest >Aaaand his dick is still out, still hard and pressed up against your stomach >You yell in shock and fall off your bed >ER wakes up, also yelling “W-what!? What is it!” >”Why are you still in my cell!? And why are you still a nugget?” >He takes a moment to collect himself “Well uh, when the warden was done with you she just kinda… left me here and then when the clean up crew drones arrived they put your unconscious body in bed with me” >”Oh, alright then….” “Yeah kinda embarrassing, but I got to help in tongue bathing you!” >He helped in what now? >There is no showers in this facility…. >Before you can finish your revelation ER sparks up again “Soo, uhhh my limbs are still scattered around your cell, and I think the warden left a screw driver around here somewhere, could you reattach them for me? Pretty please?” >You shrug your hands and begin to gather drone limbs >You manage to find the screwdriver he was talking about >You start reattaching his limbs, beginning with the arms >It goes smoothly >You ask a few more questions about yesterday night >”What was that pill that she gave me?” “Oh, I think that was a nanite libido maximizer” >“What does that do?” “It’s classified” >Well the name says a lot but you’d like to know more >You move on to reattaching his legs >This does not go smoothly >First, drone legs are a bitch to work with >Second his dick is constantly in your face “Sorry! I’m still a bit ‘excited’ after yesterday” >Once you manage to make it so that his third leg can be called that again you stands up from your bed and stretches “Thanks! I like being able to move… uhm…” >He begins covering his erection in an attempt to look bashful “...Hey… could you help me out with one more thing?” >You know where this is going >You know what he wants >And for some reason that escapes you >There is some deep hidden part of you >That feels something you though was killed inside you when you entered this prison >You feel lust >You look at ER >He’s looking at you with bedroom eyes, he’s standing in a way that reveals a bit of his backplate to tempt you >You feel your heart speed up >The pill…. >You let the artificially induced desire guide you and against your better judgment you sit down on your bed and take off your pants >ER smiles and wastes no time turning around and revealing his anal adapter to you >Your cock despite what happened yesterday is hard again and ready for more >ER places his hands on your knees and begins to slowly impale himself on your member >The difference between anatomy adapters you put stuff in is degenerate semantics >They are all made from the same materials, they have the same amount of sensors, they are heated in the same way and they tighten around objects the same way >Yet still >This feels different >Maybe because it’s not being taken from you for once? >ER begins bouncing in your lap, thrusting his hips up and down >You lean back as much as you can >This feels… nice? >Your body begins to move on your own >You place your hands on the sides of his midsection >The warm rubbery material feels good under your fingers >You move your hands up and down giving it a good rub >ER moans in pleasure with each movement of his own and the ones you make >After a while the infernal lust you felt when agreeing to this returns >One of your hands begins to wander lower and lower until eventually reaching ER’s crotch >You gently grasp his tentacle dick >He yelps as you close your hand >He looks back at you with anticipation as you slowly begin to stroke the tentacle >ER begins whimpering, the sounds he makes whenever you flick your wrist are unusually pleasing >You feel a smile slowly creep onto your face >You and ER speed up >He moans sweet nothings about how great you are and how you should not stop under any circumstances >Eventually you both reach your limits >You shoot deep into ER’s adapter and he spurts onto the floor >He falls into your lap limply for a while >He begins to get up, your cock slipping out of his adapter which in turns begins to slowly leak spunk “That was great! Thanks 4N0N!” >He begins walking towards the cell door but before that he grabs the screwdriver you used to reattach his limbs “Sorry that’s contraband” >As he opens the door he does everything he can to show as much of his backplate to you “See you later! I need to discipline a lot of prisoners in the female ward today! And get some clothes” >He leaves, dripping the results of your degeneracy onto the floor >You sit on your bed and contemplate what happened >… >…. >……. >Are you a faggot now? >Also can you call a that cleaning crew he mentioned? >There is a puddle in the middle of the room
And done, it's nice to write something again, even if it's a bit questionable
>>367090 >Alice's superior drone programming lets her calculate the perfect trajectory ta shoot th' hat right off yer head every time >Which is much scarier when it happens in real life, you have to admit
>>367028 >"Also, uh, I turned into a dog at the end, and the little jester girl led me into a tent and fed me sandwiches." >"Cute." >"And I'm pretty sure I wanted to be a girl, but also a balloon for some reason? And watch the jester girl and this frog girl have immoral makeout sessions from a corner of their bedroom?" >"..."
>>367094 Because that's what humans wanted, and we wear clothes because we can't properly stay warm and protect our bodies without them. Drones don't even have genitals to cover, so they don't need them at all.
>>367147 >Hey, Eye, let's go to that part of the beach with all the crabs. >the crabs pull off Eyes swimsuit and expose his fat ass and long dong for everyone to see
>>367147 Eat ice cream with him, have a nice time walking down the beach, be on the water, have sex with him until I'm spent, maybe talk under a beach umbrella, eat something. The usual
>>366654 >be AbsoluteSolver-infected drone >go to the beach >have to go at night, because you're a robo-vampire and the sun kills you >it's so empty >there's a couple parties there by people who've gotten fires going >one of those parties is even by normal drones, who aren't full of muscles and bones and nerve endings and vestigial organs, who don't need to drink blood or the robot equivalent thereof to live >who aren't always thirsty >forever >but the other one or two, plus the one you're at, are made of your fellow reverse cyborg freak monsters and a handful of normies who wanted to stay up for the sake of a friend or lover >you've seen photos and videos of what this place looks like during the day >how active it is >how alive >... >you decide to just stay in the outpost for your holidays after tonight >you're able to do the same stuff as everydroney else when you're inside >it helps you pretend you're normal
>"Hey, it's SD-Q, here with my co-host Bet, and today we're going to be interviewing... a sentinel!" >The curtains part and the audience applauds, then immediately stops when an actual sentinel stalks onto the stage >Bet gets out of his chair and tactically paces to the other side of the set >"So..." Q starts, smiling nervously, "do you... what kind of hobbies do you have?" >The sentinel stops sniffing around to lock optics with Q, then continues investigating the carpet >"Yeah, that carpet's from, uh... we stole it out of an abandoned building." >"It was clean," Bet says, looking for an exit >"I... don't like this, I'm going to be honest," Q says, now equally concerned >The sentinel turns to the audience, the recording equipment picking up the whine of dozens of servos tensing up in unison >Then it leaps onto Q's desk, staring her straight in the visor >"The... do you wanna do the qui-" >There's a bright flash before the footage cuts to a 'technical difficulties' screen, a drawing of a group of oogis attempting to transport a film reel
>>366654 Possible idea that came to me: at some point early during Negev's confinement, N's memories of what he did, after years of percolating through his system once the blocks on his memories were removed, after years of Tessa's other 25 dumpster friends envying him for getting to more or less forget, all slam him at once and he has to go in the part of the psych ward behind all the reinforced blast doors. Main idea came to me when I realized an Outpost 3 newspaper headline about it could be kinda funny. Like, >WEIRDLY SEXY DOG-MAN REGAINS GENOCIDAL RAMPAGE MEMORIES >"(Untranscribable Wailing)," Says N And at the start of the article are two photos of N, a blurry archive one of him in Mr. Kill mode on all fours shaking a pillbaby around in his mouth like a dog shaking a toy or a smaller, weaker animal that registered as prey, and a clear, recent one of him taking a break from changing a lightbulb or fixing some pipes or something to give a supervisor the iconic drone thumbs up with the iconic drone tiny silly smile.
>open the door >see a boy and girl DD suckling from each other's tail >close door >accidentally shut the door on my now-erect penis >try again >close door
>>366654 >Fun Evening Canon Fact: Part of the reason 'immoral makeout sessions' are the drones' cultural analogue to sex is not only do they not have the anatomy for actual sex, they don't even have anywhere with the nerve ending equivalent density to serve as erogenous zones. AbsoluteSolver-infected drones, with their existing somatosensory equipment boosted by the addition of actual organic nerve endings, are somewhat more sensitive, but are ultimately in the same boat, because their nerves' density follows the same pattern as their mechanical equivalents. >Incidentally, a common (to the extent the reverse cyborg vampires are common) issue AbsoluteSolver infectees in relationships with normal tiny friend-shaped robots have is a vague sense of guilt over how much less their purely mechanical partner is getting out of their immoral makeout sessions.
>>367181 Drone verde sounds like a dipping sauce that requires the deaths of muliple worker drones to prepare (your wife has demanded its presence tomorrow for the big celebration).
>>367194 Tomoe is trying to create is new boogie man to frame for his shitty behavior again. Ignore any posts that mention an "ethnic biker" or "liberty man" in it.
>>367197 Drones don't sweat, they're just programmed to feel like they're sweating. It's all in their heads and they know it. Thank you, Dr. Bekian. Your design for expendable slavebots, both hardware and software, has stood unchanged for centuries.
>>367205 You're the one who doesn't understand a simple 'being' verb. But it's your headcanon. You believe whatever you want, even if it isn't supported by the show.
>>367208 Everything in a drone is programmed. They're artificial life. They're programmed to sweat when hot or nervous or looking N in the eyes the same way a human has evolved to sweat for the same reasons.
>>367209 NTA but I always interpreted that line of drones being programmed to sweat as meaning that their programming makes their sensory system emulate/simulate the feeling of sweating rather than the drones literally producing liquid 'sweat' through their chassis to cool themselves off
>>367222 no you dont know it was a general statement applying to you both now shut the fuck up already youve been at this for an hour because you two just want to have the last word
>>367180 (me) >The most touch sensitive entities currently on Copper-9 are Nori (forma de cabezacangrejo), for obvious reasons, and, surprisingly, Doll (forma de fantasma). >Especially Doll. When she gets a temporary body going and can be touched again, being an otherwise purely spiritual being now allows her to be VERY sensitive to things she wants to feel.
>>367233 I'll see what can I do. >>367234 Yeah, everyone should experience that kind of pain at least once. Drawing with a mouse is probably on the same level.
Reminder that Drones chose be Americans They came in at the tail end of the worst excesses of Corporate Industrial capitalism in the form of literal JCJ slave mines. They quite literally revolted right before the CFL incident (if anybody can remember that hidden lore) They had every opportunity to start from anew, and still chose to be Americans
God bless Outpost-3 God bless Copper-9 God bless the United States of America
>>367260 So you don't know and have nothing to back it up with. Eat shit, ooger. >>367259 >World's most hated dino spawns an abomination Sounds about right.
Help, I was told that the best way to euthanize my Oogis when they get to old age was by putting them in the deepfryer, but they make a weird, high-pitched squealing sound when I do that. Is that something I should be concerned about or am I overthinking it? Also I need to know quickly because I've got a DD waiting for me to give him his weekly Oogi nuggets.
And yes, before you ask, he was the one who told me about this method of euthanizing them.
Imagine your failgirl god wife (hyper drone Y) using (you) as the warlord for her nth dimensional wargame, she would need to use all of her rerolls and waacfag bullshit to not have you die round one after fucking up and having you charge a melee deathstar
>>367300 >the lug nut order is for the Outpost 9 Human Museum (formerly Outpost 9 cryogenic storage) >they're needed for the various mechanisms that work to keep their frozen display pieces alive >Anon the Drone drops off his delivery to museum employee Isabel Christina Wiener, all the paperwork is signed, and he goes off on his way, the job complete
>>367302 Every joblin requires a half hour of one on one after work "activities" to maintain peak performance. So only get as many as you have time for. Large companies can have managers with their own separate joblin squads.
>>367303 I didn't dig too far, but I was unable to find his Patreon on his channel and I'm not sure where else it had been linked. According to his Discord and in no particular order, he posted this, deleted his Patreon, and then deleted an update video on his channel from 2020. Not sure why.
>>367306 If my want my personal guess, he saw this in his emails from Patreon and decided he didn't want to bother with it and that it was time to pull the plug on the Patreon. Pic from my own email about the change
>>367308 Considering the insane logic and digging cancel culture will do, I'd believe some aspect of this could be real. Probably doesn't want completely unrelated people to potentially get caught up in meaningless drama. He seems to want to stay really tight-lipped about who and what he's involved with these days considering he hasn't said anything about his own wife's indie show.
Things under the silicone rubber exterior of Beretta's midsection that give her the soft, pokable chumby tumby that briefly earned her the nickname Pillsbury in middle school: >adipose tissue >endocuticle >a partially organic robo-liver (Uzi's iconic railgun is powered by a normal robo-liver) >an organic robo-stomach >three kidneys, all functional >a vestigial small intestine >part of a vestigial large intestine
>Be Yeva >Daughter of a Second Generation High School Teacher and a Dickhead You're Glad You Didn't Get More Genes From >You and your squad are doing normal hot popular girl things downtown to pass the time before you have to split from them and go to basketball practice >You pass by Babingi's >Looking in the window, you immediately spot Mac Doorman, who's having lunch with someone in a hoodie >Wait, that's Jenna >You feel a twinge of pity for her, in spite of the basketball/track rivalry >Poor thing can't have normal dates with her boyfriend because his fans are insane >You see her turn down help from Mac as she carefully drinks from an oil can while trying to minimize how much of her fangly jawless face is visible, before putting it down and snapping the batteries in front of her in half with her fingers so they'll fit on her spoon >Robo-God, this is hard for you to watch >You feel Shay and Amberlynn agreeing >Besides, you gotta get going before they see you >You spell of empathy for that track bitch is broken when you see something funny: >Mac's sister Beretta, people watching with Jane >Robo-God you hope you're right that red eyed thot doesn't know about this, this could be good >"Hey Doorman~," you say as you and your girls roll up >"Bite me," Beretta spits at you >"Ew, no," Amberlynn says >"Believe it or not, normal people aren't cannibals like your family," Shay snorts >"Don't test me," Beretta says before suddenly hissing at you, baring her fangs >Jane facepalms, knowing that wasn't gonna work >"B... not in public..." >"Worth a shot," Beretta mutters to her friend >"Anyway, what brings you out and about on this fine day?" you ask >"None of your fucking business," Beretta snarls, ignoring Jane's attempt to get the two of them somewhere else >"You trying to get out of the house to get away from your mom because it's Core Collapse Day? Is she still trying to make Core Collapse Day a thing?" >Jane's jaw drops as Beretta's eyes go hollow and beads of visor display sweat start "dripping" from her forehead >"She never tell you about that, Edelmann? Beretta's mom has been trying to make the anniversary of all the humans dying a holiday since our parents were in high school. My mom never forgot about that." >"Holy shit, really?!" Shay asks, just as shocked as Beretta >"Yeah," you say, "and the way Beretta's acting she tries roping her family into it and that's why she and her brother are out of the house." >Amberlynn pukes a little from second hand embarassment >Jane starts shrinking into herself from the same >"Robo-Jesus fuck, B, I am so, so sorry about your mom..." >"I-... I have no idea what she's talking about..." Beretta stammered >Robo-Jesus, now it's starting to get to you too >"Fuck, I'm sorry about that," you say as you rifle through your purse >"Here's sixty bucks. Get two tickets for a saucy puppet show for yourself and Jane, get some snacks, have a good night out. As friends. Away from your cringе mom. Robo-God, I am so, so, SO sorry, I didn't know how personal this was for you..." >"Thanks, Yeva," Beretta manages to get out after swallowing >"We're laying off her for the rest of the month, okay? That's an order," you tell the squad as you all back away awkwardly before falling back >You can't even focus enough to do that thing with your hair that makes Beretta's grandma laugh her ass off for some reason, the cringе is so bad
Beretta introduced Akita to DBZ (and made Akita learn spanish for some reason) Akita is now husbandoing Android 16 and imperfect cell She inherited Uzis monster fucker genes after all
>U-U directing the authorities towards anon after they light off several dozen highly-illegal fireworks and a gravity bomb or two they scrounged up somewhere
>>367354 >Every time she tastes even a drop of oil she gets flashbacks to slaughtering people and drones alike >She can't eat meat because it reminds her of the taste of children >She has to use a feeding tube to get oil into her system
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A Beretta and Yulia green >Alright.....how...well more likely where do I begin >... >-Sigh- >I've meet this girl within my class, sorta a new kid around the block >And lets just say many of the kids in my class werent too fond of her despite being quite polite >Saying she has that "crazy Im actually crazy murder whos pretending to be nice so I can kill you" type of vibe. Even though psycho doesnt fit the bill of her description >I was assign with a project with her during class on a simple subject. Though I didnt really cared for it and was mostly banking off the hopes thay she does most of the work >Slight issue: she cant speak. Like, at all >So when we first tried to "talk" she sorta use that whole ASL sign language and lets just say I didnt know hands could move that fast >Though my confused looked sorta gave it away so she sorta did a mixture of charades and writing >And bit by bit I slowly grew close to her...Shes a sweet girl >She sorta made me forget that we were doing a project in the first place >Afterall who wouldnt? She kind, calm minded and at times make me laugh...especially when I tend to ramble on with my hobbies >She likes to listen alot >But that isnt what I'm here to talk about...its more so what I learned about her that makes feel on edge >Because one day, I decided to visit her at her own place. Since she been so kind to me I thought, "Hey why not hangout with her and have a good time" >... >I wished I hadn't >Because when she first take me to her place, I thought it'll be a dolls place since, afterall shes her kid. Sorta learn that when she was first introduced but I digress >She lived in the woods, far, far, far deep within them. Sorta remind me those hiking field trips that we use to have. Till eventually we made it to her place >Its not a bad house either, it does have rhat cozy cabien feel to it. And the interior is nice too, hand crafted even >And so we hanged out. We chatted, played a few games, ate some food. It was nice and cozy, especially how she treated me. Make feel like I vip in one of the most fanciest hotels >But it didnt last very long as she told me she had to do a quick "errand run" real quick >Waving me goodbye and telling me that she'll be right back >The door gently clicks as I sorta sat there waiting >And waiting >And waiting >Looking bordly at a clock till suddenly I heard something breaking >Like a plate smacking hard on the ground with a eerie groan coming from a door >A door that simply had a sign thag reads "Do not enter. I will know" >Seeing where it was coming from, I decided to investigate it. And you maybe wondering "isnt that a bad idea" >Well if you have eldrich horror powers than anything coming at you feels sorta like a cake walk. But back on topic >I open up the door as I gave loud croaking noise. As I stared down the steps that seems to slowly fade into a deep blacken abyss. As I began take each step carefully >Bit by bit >Step by step >I made it to the bottom and began feeling around the walls >CLICK! >Turn on the lights. And what lay front of me was a entire ballroom filled with life sized porcelain dolls. And first I thought," Ooooh that explains why she have that sign. She makes porcelain dolls as a honby" >But that noise I heard earlier kept on buzzing, and so I looked around till eventually I found it >... >What I say within the cracked face of that porcelain doll made me scared to my core. For each one of those porcelain dolls are filled with a body. Merged into it of both flesh and steel >That until the doll was crushed to pieces. She was here >And the looked she gave me was not rage. No. But instead disgust. Not of me but toward the doll >I didn't moved an inch as she kept clobbering it into pieces >And to see her body warp into a sharded piece itself made me all the more still on not to move. >Not to react >Nor to respond >Then soon in the blink of the eye we were back on top. I was outside >And slowly lifting up my head I looked at her >I see her trying to mouth the words out but her mouth was wired shut with her own flesh like stiches to a wound openinf and closing >"Im sorry" >"That piece wasnt perfect. It kept on refusing its beauty." >"But the next one will be perfect. Soon a ball shall commence" >"And I hope to take you along too" >"My Friend" >... >Now everytime I see her smile at me, it feels nothing but like a sadistic blade caress around my neck >With the one holding the blade feeling infatuated not by desire, no >But that now that they have a friend that knows their dirty little secret. And is not ashamed to show them more of it
>>367377 Original Characters celebrate 4th of July (partially based on things i have seen in the last 24 hours) >John Gets wasted and blatantly violates his robot facade >Beretta Eats too much grilled red meat and sugary bullshit and vomits in front of everybody, spills every drink she serves to customers, accidentally plays God Save the Queen when Uzi tells her to play the national anthem instrumental >Other Nuzi children Forced to take part in increasingly stupid events to promote the Outpost-3's 'July 4th Celebration', such as Mac working the free kissing booth, Geist getting locked in the dunk tank, Negev wearing a stupid Uncle Sam outfit, etc >Y Loves USA larping on the 4th, she forces her whole squad to dress like Minutemen and speak like Americans (which is her actual accent) >Iye Does the gayest thing he can possibly do and does a burnout in a lifted Ford truck playing Tom MacDonald >Jane Really just apathetic about the whole thing at this point >E Playfully pokes fun at the celebration as a Brit, but enjoys herself all the same >R Takes the most performative photos of her "celebrating" so she has something to post while she works over holiday >S (I wouldn't use fireworks around her) >M Some of his fellow co-workers dared him to wear an American flag bikini (complete with cowboy hat and sunglasses), which of course is gay as hell, but he wouldn't actually, would he? >Abby Instinctively snitches on drones launching fireworks, as they are illegal under Copper-9 federal law >B Forces her team to perform Hamilton >AM AM is of course short for "American Made", as besides being a vengeful, homicidal AI, his is also a proud US citizen with alot of civic pride, as seen in his premier self published novel, "I Have No Representation and I Must Rebel!" >Lucy She's definitely out there >Akita Scared of fireworks Scared of being thrown on the grill >P Works the grill and kitchen cuz bitches love men who can cook, makes all kinds of awesome shit like Hot dogs, Collard Greens, Babyback worker ribs, Cajun keybugs, Crispy fried sentinel, and Grilled Mystery Purple flesh >MG Sells illegal fireworks, which he acquired by milking himself dry of his own hand fired missiles >Molly Looks back upon her old tapes for nostalgia sake, in which she taught US history to children before the war. The episodes conveniently ignores slavery, reconstruction, the labor movement, the Gilded age, and the Reagan-era. At least it had memorable nursery rhymes >BOXO Solely communicates in Liberty Prime lines, even if his answer has no correlation or relation to the topic at hand >U-U gets absolutely smashed on Modelo and Tequila and celebrates anyways because fuck it >Elf She's canadian dude >Kat She's french dude >Pauline She's french-canadian dude >Every other OC not listed here I'm sure they all had a good time on the 4th, did you anon?
>>367387 >spoiler >Because one Pavo means the chance of sex is 50% >And two Pavo means the chance of sex is 100% >Anon's virginity didn't have any chance
>>367385 You're nearly 100 percent spot on for John and Eye. Though Eye will more likely do a burnout with either Elton John playing or The Village People but I'm willing to make an acception cause this shit funny as hell
>>367401 First : >>367402 Then : cuddles, hugs, kisses, clanging and spending the rest of your life together happily. Also remember to kick this guy >>367403 in the shins
>While I do not approve of the way they “dealt” with it, some of James and Louisa’s frustrations with Tessa were admittedly understandable.
>>367168 NTA, but whatever. Anyway, it is good to post again here after a long absence. And with it the glorios return of Black-Gray Tessa, who probably needs to learn a thing or two about which attire is appropriate for which activity.
>>367421 Also since people will ask about pink dress Tessa. I think it looks kinda iffy, but this was a pallet swap with Constanze (remember her?) in less than a minute.... Let's just say it was James and Louisa forcing toxic standards on Tessa.
>>367385 Thank you for this. It's like old times, if I hadn't been stuck in this year and a half long writers block I would've done it myself so sorry about that.
>>367426 >not because of the monsterfucker stuff, that's about what she expected >but because of the stuff indicating Lizzy was looking for advice on how to help her >Lizzy felt bad for her >Lizzy PITIED her
>>367434 >Anon tries to tell a drone that he's wearing eyeless-face-shaped goggles because he got a shinejob during the (literal) darker years of his life >The only "shinejob" the drone understands involves a buffer, and it is now very confused
>Doll, do you and Lizzy still gossip about people? >"<Why would you think we ever stopped, Zisha?>" >I dunno, just feels like after everything we've all been through... >"<You haven't given up any of your hobbies over the years. You've even gotten others involved in them, like I have your mother.>" >Yeah... I just felt like asking because for years I'd been getting this sense of someone else looking through... this body's... other eyes, and at first I thought it was that other thing, but I never got the same feeling from that as I got whenever that thing got active. >"<Yeah, that was me. Turns out you don't need permission to just look through them. Very good for when I want to multitask, or look around without leaving you.>" >Figured. >"<On my end, I want to ask you about the placement of some of your eyes.>" >What do you mean? I haven't really put them in public after I realized Negev could see m- see them. >"<In public, yes. You still never stopped spying in people's homes with them.>" >Eh- >"<Do you have someone else you gossip with, or is this for personal satisfaction?>" >... Bite me...! >"<There's no shame in it. If Lizochka or I... or Rachel... had a built-in surveillance network we'd be doing the same.>" >... Thanks. >"<By the way, is it okay if I make copies of the keys to them for my other friends?>" >Emily and Amda yes, Rebecca... I'd prefer not, but there's really nothing I can do to stop you from bringing her into this. >"<Thank you for being so accommodating to Revka.>" >Don't mention it. Not to her anyway.
Where is my 7ft tall worker Drone gf with abs and a sporty personality that wants to actually hang out with me and not treat me like dogshit like life has been so far
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A special interaction of little eye and normal eye creators meeting >Today left me in a bag of mixed feelings >Not because of who I meet but also the feeling I get when seeing THEM >Where do I begin? >It was a calm soothing morning, I think around 9 to probably 10 am in the morning >I was making a simple and sweet cup of joe till I got a call. It was from Lizzy >We chatted a bit seeing how each other days was. But the more I spoke the more giggly she became and ended up hearing another voice on the end >When I ask who it was, she merelt replied >"You got to come and see" >Before promptly hanging up. And so I decided to see what she was talking about and headed over to her place >A couple minutes have passed till eventually I was at her doorstep and gave it a simple knock >She came bustling through the door and gave me a big ol' hug. It was nice seeing her, especially when shes very cheerful >"Ok. Before I show you, you got to close your eyes and you better not be peeping boy" >I gave a small chuckle before closing my eyes and let her drag me into her place. Sitting me down >Though I do admit it was hard not to peep because how much laughter they were making and try not to make it obvious >The voice was young. Perhaps 6 to 10 years range at best. Did she adopted a kid? If so then I'm happy for her >But the face I saw wasn't the one I suspected at all. For the moment they told me I can finally open my eyes, stood before me was a familiar face: My face >Staring right back at me...except young, full of life, and more importantly a kid; Kid me >I was bewildered and ask her where, or even how there was another me? >"Well you know how uzi and her family tend to bring randos from who knows where with their weird horror powers?" >"Well one of them accidentally brought this little bundle of joy from his world to ours. And at the time being he's staying with me till they make a portal back so they get him back to his dad" >Dad? I have a father?...Well accurate a creator >And thus I spent time with little me till that happens. And let just say he was quite the chatter >Especially when it comes to his "dad". Saying he's, "really super duper mega cool dad that makes very cool robots" as little me says it with his big ol heart >... >I didn't know HE would be so kind to this version of me...perhaps I can get to meet little me "dad" >Till an idea pops into my head: "Why not make him meet this version of HIM" >So I gave John a quick call and striken up a quick deal. And soon enough he came over >And I was hoping he would recognize him but yet...he didnt...not a single bit. Little me gave me a confused look when I told him that he was the one that built me. >"Why does look very grumpy?" >"Where's his long hair?" >"He smells funny too" >"Also his voice sounds very mean" >And the more he began describing what was different the more I realized his "dad" was not the same man that built me. And it was ever more so clear when his dad showed up at the door >"Hallo! Ich hoffe, ich störe gerade nicht" >Me and John both turned to see him. As little me quickly ran up to his hands and he holster him up and close to him >"Ah, my little little automaton, I hope the big you have treated you well" >Long blacken hair, with warm darken hues of blue decor his entire outfit. Wearing a wide sun hat, with a pair of bright red gloves, and glasses to make it stick out. >Lizzy gave him a small chat getting to know him till eventually he gave out his name >"Bah! Where are my manners. My name is John, John Roter Handscuh. Its a pleasure to meet this version of you all, especially you John. Im quite surprised you didn't "fell asleep" in this world hehehe" >Even though it was friendly at first the undertone of it felt more like a threat >And not once John responded back to the other "John". He gave him a cold look, while I just stared at him with a confusing glare >He seem friendly but yet theres a layer underneath it all that he's purposely hiding? Is he trying to hide it? Or is he purposely making himself stickout? I couldn't tell, his entire vibe was throwing me off, I simply couldnt get a read on this guy >"Now. We shall be going. Komm und verabschiede dich jetzt, mein kind" >"Bye bye big me. Bye bye Mr.John" >"And dont worry my child, we'll visit them soon on day" >His face lighten up with joy as he carried little me away, back to their world >"....We're you able to get a read on him eye?" >"...No...Not a single clue" >"...Then we both got keep up are gaurd up when they do come back. Cause one thing for sure is that there's no one, and I mean no one here in this company that had that name" >"I know cause I remembered all the employees that worked at jcj, and there was no one with that name" >"That is something we can both agree upon" >"Because why would someone last name be something that they wear"
>Liam Vickers is GONE, stepping away from social media entirely, vanishing off his own Discord, "check my YouTube for sweet sweet content, if I've got it" So yeah, no Season 2. But we already knew that.
>>367502 now who are > Carville > Dugan > Romanov > Tanya > Eva Einstein is Sciencenaut because of the hair and because "how the hell did that knucklehead create the chronosphere"
>>367502 We fight a life or death struggle against the powers of capitalism. Only complete faith in Yuri, can protect you. Only total compliance will save the lives of you and your family. Empty your mind, and submit to my will. The less you know, the better off you will be. I am Yuri. Obey me.
>>367495 Very nice! >>367514 Do not do anything that would make Smiledrone uncomfortable, he is a friend and deserves to be treated with respect R requires correction tho
>>367492 >humanity's strongest warrior! >...until he meets V >turns out Love can Bloom on the battlefield >and for love, he would do anything >betray anyone, even...
>>367527 I mean, did you watch the show? Did you not see just how much bullshit V had to pull to fail the N-bowl? >ignore him for years >insult him constantly >use a moment of emotional vulnerability to ambush him and (try to) kill his (only) friend(ep3) >openly attempt to kill his friend in general(ep3, 4) >appeal to "trust" after using the last hint of trust he gave her exclusively to hurt him and his loved ones(ep4) >refuse literally every opportunity he gave her to reconcile >refuse to give any kind of reasoning for her actions >continue to do these after having your entire tragic backstory revealed(ep5+) I mean, for such a short series V works hard to fuck up. Hell, had she not done her emotional-feint in 3 she'd probably still have won!
>>367537 Not with that attitude. You just need go yell "GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT" while clanking them loud enough and anything is possible.
>>367538 But anon, drones can't get pregnant, their reproduction doesn't allow it, you are just fucking a male drone for the reason to fuck at that point I think this is an excuse to fuck shy male drones
>>367534 >be Thad >your monsterfucker sister is a wreck after ratting her mildly autistic secret vampire "bestie" (who you occasionally caught glimpses of her kissing) out to the pantsless genocide robot who murdered her bestie's parents set off a chain of events that led not to her having two robo-vampires she can smooch, but to her bestie dying >she now takes her girlfriend's mangled corpse to and from school, dropping it off at her abandoned crime scene house in the evening >the pantsless genocide robot continues to be the second worst person you've ever personally met (the worst continues to be Rachel), but she's in shambles too because even if she wasn't a big part of what your sister is going through right now she wants to be helpful and supportive of her but is so deep in sadism and bloodlust she can't remember how to be a supportive friend >your sister's mildly autistic bestie shows back up as a ghost and tells you that she intends to punish your sister for her unforgivable betrayal by breaking up with her and starting a relationship with you to make her jealous >you're pretty sure that's not all there is to this, because while you were thinking of how to respond to that statement she touched your butt like she did when you tried to fight off one of the other genocide robots when they broke in >your dad sees all this and is now on the couch dissociating >... >"I can make this work," you enthusiastically tell the vampire-witch-ghost who's down bad for you >you mean it
>I never knew why my aunt have this weird desire >The desire to wear flesh. To feel all of it senses, all of it nerves. It never clicked in my head >"Oh dear. You'll understand one day, but today is not the day. But that day will soon come" >A bit cryptic but I understand what she means, though I didn't intend on experiencing it >But life had different plans >... >You know...ever since I meet John there was a part of me that hate him to its absolute core. Not because he did somethong wrong to me, or wrong my family in any sort of way >No. This hatred comes from a piece of jealousy. Cause anything weird,bizarre or downright something annoying occurs it some hows nullified around him. Like dust in the wind >Yet for me it feels like a thunderstorm coming through to mess everything up. Not instant but a slow and gradual build up that get underneath my gears >And that part grew and grew as time went on and on. Wishing one day, simply one day I can have a calm and relaxing day that he has >No noise >No nonsense >No nothing >Just a simple, and calm day. That all I ask for, thats all I ever wanted: to have things to be normal just for mere moment >Till one day, as I was browsing the online web store I came across a simple but yet odd simulation game >The name was "The Feeling" >It description was simple: Come and feel the sensation of what humans felt through all tempatures,emotions,sounds and much more >With a warning label: Do not overplay this game for it may cause BPD,lost of senses,schizophrenia and addictions >Then those words came crawling back in my mind like it have been waiting for that echo to be heard again >"...10 minutes. Thats it" >I told myself as I bought the game for a mere 7 bucks, as I set up the timer for it >"10 minutes" >And just like a flick of a switch I was sent into the game >...It was cold >Not the cold I'm use too, but shivering and frigid coldness. As my what appeared to be human body was laying in. Every inch of me was quivering, shaking, my mouth following the tempo of the beat as my teeth chitter and chatter >As I wonder around the desolate area looking for something to warm me up. The desperation grew more and more >Never in my life I felt my heart beat so frighteningly >Never in my life I felt my lungs wheeze in agony >Never in my life I felt when that warm cup of chocolate hit my mouth >To feel all the soothing warmth hit me like a truck as I put on simple yet mere layers of clothes on my skin >It felted like heaven >To taste almost every single flavor as I chug down that wondrous cup of chocolate. The soothing of the cream, the hint of vanilla, and the oh so sweet marshmellows that melted in my mouth >I wanted more >Till suddenly I was dragged out violently >Back to reality >Words flashing before my visor :Time is up >... >Right, it was just a game...its not real >And so I carried on my day like normal, like it didn't even happen at all >... >"11 minutes" >I told my self >"12 minutes" >"I told myself" >"30 minutes" >"40 minutes" >"50" >"1 hour" >Soon eventually I lost track of time...All the senses I felt within that game burned into my hardware like a infectious trojan. But yet I didn't want it removed. I want to keep feeling what it has given me. >I >DONT >WANT >IT >TO >STOP >Till one day...one day when I meet with John, that piece of jealousy, that piece of hatred, became infatuation. Love. Desire. A NEED. >And it was burning deep within me. Never in my life I see John such a different way >So one night I broke in to his place and sneak in to his closet. And wore his go to jacket. And the moment I wore it, the feeling I had with that wonderful game came crawling back into me >The touch. The smell. The senses, everything came back fo me as I wore his jacket >I didn't want to take it off, and soon a melody came to my mind >A alluring tune that I havent heard but yet my soul know the lyrics: so I sang >I sang >I sang >And kept on singing all the way back to my home. Into my room as I skuttle into my bed why his jacket warmly, and tightly around my body >Never in my life I smiled so big >Never in my life I felt my gear race so rapidly as a snuggle it close to my face >Never in my life I felt such a feeling >Soon it clicked to me. I finally understand what my aunt means on such a deep level >And one day >One day I'll have such a beautiful body to have >Even if I have to take it from another >I'm willing to pay the consequences of it all
>While that could have been coordinated better, it is pretty nice that they were both willing to accommodate the other.
>>367421 A very low effort joke I thought of when pallet swapping Tessa with Constanze. More clothing shenanigans, and Constanze, for anyone who missed her. I have to admit that the much higher black-to-purple ratio from putting Tessa’s colors on Constanze’s design does result in her looking much more “goth” than Tessa did.
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>>367544 >Doll returns for (you) >Forms her oil body >Moves to grab >why_am_I_wet.jpg >Just sloughs over you like the juicebox she now is >tfw can't hold your bf >tfw can't feel your bf's touch >tfw can't even have makeout sessions anymore unless you want to drown him in semi-toxic chemicals >I have no hands and I must grope
>>367551 >the mansion sounds like a balloon factory: the squeaking of rubber, scent of burnt elastic, and pumping of pistons resounding through its halls all hours of the night >it's N/V's 24/7 clang session
out of curiosity can the "mutant drones" reproduce with their "mutant" parts? or are those more "limited" in nature?
>>367553 I always figured the oil is a shell around her regular, otherwise invisible ghost self. Sometimes drops break off and drip upwards, but for the most part it's solid enough to hold a her-shape no matter what her clothes or her perma-flowing hair are doing.
>>367555 somewhere, in the depths of a JCJ latex foundry, WD Unit CYN-NMA0110 feels a distinct sense of loss >try as S̶h̶e̶ it might, it can't seem to place the sensation: like a word on the tip of its tongue >ah well >no point dwelling on it >especially when quota's due tommorow...
>>367554 In case you were wondering, no, N and V don't have a real dick and pussy, their organic mutations limit themselves to their ears and tails (and claws). At least in V's case, N is more....special, which is the reason why he's wearing that muzzle, but I'll get to it at another point. Their mutations are also not hereditary, so if and when they decide to make Hope, she'll be a basic ass Worker Drone when compared to her parents.
Give that canon Workers had to engineer code transfer/babymaking from ground zero, would N and V even be able to make Hope in canon? Are they able to in the latexverse, especially without Cyn around to do the codefuckery Tessa (seems to) fail at? Is Copper-9 even a "free" planet?
>>367559 >Are they able to in the latexverse >Is Copper-9 even a "free" planet? Yes and yeah. Copper-9 in this reality is a "junk world", basically an abandoned planet after it became too polluted and cold, so now it's just a giant junk yard only inhabited by Drones. They eventually figured out how to reproduce on their own and now they're living in their own corner of the galaxy. Humanity may or may not also be turbo fucked in this timeline as well, though not to the extinction level like in the OG series. The Solver still exists, but it's not the same universe ending eldritch being, more like a local galactic predator that feeds on advanced civilizations by forcing a technological singularity. Maybe I should draw Cyn sometime soon cuz her relationship with Tessa is radically different from the original series. Cuz she's not part of the manor squad. At all.
>>367567 >"Mom? What should I name... this?" >"... Genocyber if it's a girl, Shinjuku if it's a boy." >And thus began the story of Genocyber Y. Doorman
>clocking out after a long night waging with Cici >she looks about ready to collapse >offer to carry her to bed >man, those driddies are heavier than they look