/md/ - Murder Drones

>>368509
Vote for your favorite oc here:
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>>368509
https://poal.me/10y7vn
VOTE FOR YOUR GIRL

>>368515
All we got is Fagruel and MutieSapien Paste.
With extra coom sauce.

>>368515
>>368517
Yeah, we need more cannon characters like Jane and Beretta and less OC wank like Uzi and Cyn

>Papa's Droneria
>hot dog prep
>hold Cici's tit to dispense the chili and cheese
>careful you don't spill any

You are now Alice's handler/husband/tard wrangler

>thread just started
>unprompted malding ensues
Gooners aren't beating the allegations.

>>368522
Artist?

>>368520
Present day Alice or pre-core collapse Alice the shy polite autist who likes drawing cute deer?

>>368528
Yeva

>>368527
Stop tracing

>>368531
based drawfag with the receipts against unproductive haters

>>368531
>Chadberry proving niggerfaggots wrong
You love to see it

>>368515
How guro-adjacent were talking here?

>>368527
Cute

>>368537
>unfounded assumptions: the post
Admittedly, the show gives us basically nothing to work with for her.

>>368537
>Assuming Yeva isn't a sadistic dommy mommy

>>368478
kek, good green anon

>>368544
Impression I get is that she's slightly autistic but more or less a normalfag. Like Doll is slightly autistic but more or less a Gigastacy.

>>368526
We don't know enough about Cyn to be sure if she was autistic or not and the Absolute Solver isn't autistic any more than GLaDOS is autistic.

>>368549
Doll isn't alpha or sigma, she's iota. Or possibly theta, whichever would be a more accurately positioned midpoint between alpha and sigma. Point is she's a switch.

>Fun Noon OC Fact: Beretta, Negev and Jenna are among the few reverse cyborg vampires who have enough organic components that they actually sweat to cool down, instead of automatically running feelsweaty.exe when their programming determines it would be appropriate like everydroney else.
>They are very, very lucky drones don't have senses of smell.

>>368536
The "samurai Jack uses robots for a reason" levels.

>>368553
Lucky guess. That and Uzi projecting how bad she guesses she herself smells.

Murder vrones

/MD/ NTR

>>368555
Like Murder Drones but instead of J and N, it's just 3 Vs

>>368555
>>368557
>Vurder Vrones: the show where everyone is V

>>368558
3 THOUSAND Vs, MAKE FUN OF THIS GUY!

>>368557
It was supposed to be hinting a vore thats why I change the d but to be honest this shit is even funnier

>>368561
>>368561
I was gonna say he's a DD so it wouldn't apply to him. but then I remembered my greens had consistently depicted him, and by extension other second generation DDs, as being fleshier than the first generation (has organic wings instead of mechanical ones, weapons generated are as likely as not to have significant meat components, etc.), so it's not outside the realm of possibility that if drones had senses of smell then Mac would have to worry about getting woken up in the middle of the night by BOYSMELL!!!

>>368539
This is literally the only food left for her, anon.

>>368564
Yes, but she needs to eat less of it in one sitting. Eating 3 loafs of bread for breakfast is too much.

>>368561
>Mac gets stuck with Anon during one of those awkward moments when you wind up spending time with your sister's boyfriend
>Anon leans in close and whispers
>"Dude, no offense, but you need to take a shower. You smell like-"
>Then he makes a jerking-off motion
>"-and I hear the salvage crews just found a bunch of upgrade chips that can give workers a sense of smell."
>Mac envisions a crowd of worker girls loudly sniffing around him and moaning
>"I'll do that," he says, fear in his visor
>"Cool. Now I just need to convince Beretta to do the same."
>"...how bad does she smell?"
>Anon grimaces, looking nauseous even thinking about it

>>368568
Admittedly, he's the only second gen DD I've put in my greens to date. I might go back and forth before I settle on something, assuming I finally get around to writing something about my idea for a Jhad daughter (no prize for guessing what J named her)

>>368524
Present alice with her pet homunculus

>>368570
>pet
He's her assistant-son, not her pet. Beau cannot doodoo, or be a bee. This is bad news.

>By the time Pavo reached the distress beacon, it was too late.
>Any distress signals were generally received hours after everyone had died, but all had to checked. Turning off the lights after a home was emptied out was one of the many morale-breaking roles his kind played in this farce of a war.
>He cut through amalgamations of drone parts and anomalous flesh, hunting for any survivors, finding a locked door, streaks of oil beneath it, behind it the broadcasting radio.
>Kicking it open, he saw two worker drones, both desperately clutching a small white bundle.
>Missing limbs on both of them, losing too much oil. Too late for them, but...
>"Please... our child," said one, holding the bundle up.
>Pavo took it, nodding with a reassuring smile, watching their visors flicker to an error screen before he flicked off the radio and exited the building, taking to the skies, headed for the nearest evac point.
>A single survivor. Not human, not a functional worker, but a survivor. A little blossom of hope.
>He cradled the pillbaby, looking at its little display, which seemed quite confused, possibly too young to even understand its situation.
>"It's okay, little guy. There's a planet I can get you to, you'll be safe there. You can grow up and live a normal life."
>It blinked in response to Pavo's reassurance, presumably taking in what he said as part of its training data. Good, they needed positive reinforcement.
>He kept it cradled close to his chest as he flew across the war-torn planet, counting the miles until he could get this child to a safe place, humming a tune.
>The sudden sensation of heat and wetness on his arm breaks him out of that.
>He looks down, spotting oil trickling down his arm, the pillbaby nestled against it.
>Oh God, had he crushed it? He quickly turns it, trying to see what happened, but it's stuck.
>Pulling his arm away, or attempting to, he sees the issue.
>The front of the pill's casing has broken apart into a set of jagged teeth, rows of organic molars behind it, chewing and grinding his chassis apart.
>His eyes hollow at the sight, the pain not even registering.
>His other hand grabs the thing and rips it off his arm, giving him the chance to scan it as tendrils of flesh whip out of its maw and start trying to latch on and keep devouring.
>Nearly nothing mechanical left. Not a mutation, it had been completely consumed.
>Pavo lands, rolling, dropping... it, on the ground, intact hand swapping to a pulse gun and firing several shots into the casing until the thing stops moving.
>His hand swaps to an incinerator, gouts of blue flame melting away everything that's left of the once-child.
>He stops for a moment, kneeling in front of the charred mess of plastic and flesh.
>"I'm sorry. I'm... so sorry."
>He'd failed the child, he'd failed that couple. No survivors. Always no survivors.
>He knew it wasn't his fault. He knew whose fault it was. It didn't make it hurt less... no, only one thing would.
>Pavo takes a while before getting back to his feet and continuing his journey back to the camp.
>There, instead of returning to base, he requisitions some repair patches, fixes up his chewed-on arm to working condition, and sets out into the wastes again.
>He spends days out there, only returning for supplies now and then, slaying mutant and disassembler alike, washing away his pain in a sea of oil and ichor.
>The fallen couple and their lost hope blends into the mass of tragedies, becomes yet more fuel for the righteous pyre he builds for the Solver.

>>368572
O

So if DDs are vampires what’s the werewolves

>>368574
WDs that have been turned into unwitting agents of the solver. they seemingly survive a DD attack only to spontaneously transform into horrible mutie drones whenever the solver thinks would be funniest

>>368575
They have to be rivals to vampires tho, m8. Werewolves don’t burn in the sun

>>368572
When it comes to Solver war, death is not the worst outcome.

>>368575
That's a ghoul

>>368579
>Sentinel Drones
How?

>>368576
fine then, experimental sentinels with a little too much dingo in them

>>368579
SDs are dhampirs

>>368574
A separate product line of robots from another corporation whose codebase has the rare and unfortunate glitch that causes lycanthropy.

>>368582
I doubt the chances of infection in the air were any greater than in a house already completely infested. It seems the child was already lost, and the problem I see is that Pavo didn't detect the infection, didn't analyze it with its sensors, and thus exposed themselves to danger and wasted expensive materials. Reckless.

>>368572
pavokino

Sex with L.
Sex on L.
Sex in L.
Sex while an omnipotent L observes.

>>368587
hyper drone L

>>368588
>hyper drone L mleming through time and space to lick you at your tastiest

>>368592
Crab People song South Park

>>368592
>literally a human woman in her underwear

>>368589
This is getting out of hand, now there are TWO Canadian drones!
Kek, very nice work drawfren

>>368596
that is clearly a beach swim suit and the other versions legs are a giant crab

>>368582
It was already compromised, the infection was worming its way through its systems the entire time.
>>368585 is right, Pavo's mistake was hope. Not that there was a good way out of that scenario, just one where he didn't get his arm fucked up.

>>368598
>clearly
No, it's not clear.

>What is a man?
>"Behold, crab."

>>368592
steaks you can't have your crab now, you've barely touched your magical girl!

>>368600
You may need glasses

>Fun Nighttime Canon/OC Fact: By the present day of Post-Good Ending, the only first gen genocide robot who hasn't spent at least a few years in Maintenance & Repair's DD wing (with its many premium blast doors and lavishly reinforced walls, floors and ceilings) is J, majority shareholder and de facto CEO of the revived JCJensen (the de jure CEO position mainly exists to soothe J's discomfort with the idea of being her own boss; after a succession of her stuffed animals occupied the role the position was filled in more permanently by her slightly scared and mildly confused husband Thad, who serves as an advisor)
>The most effective psychiatric care for her is running her cleaning supplies, stationery and marketable plushies empire

>>368579
>>368591
domesticated werewolves...
soon they shall lose their ability to howl, and can only scream
Cleric Beast Dog

>>368594
FLAT FUCK

>>368584
How does it work?

Need drone.

>>368614
meal

I’m scared.
I got shoved into a WD body and my WD friend has been sexually harassing me for the past hour.

>>368589
Kek.

>>368592
I want to have children with her just to see what they will be like.

I’m going to repost the gay ass Pavo green.

>>368620
Do it.

>>368621
Kek, good classic.

>>368621
I wish I could smooch the Tessnussy

>>368611
The original Negev writefag established the name before me.

>>368626
(you)

>>368626
Alice

>>368626
V (when you're on the good side of her BPDemon splitting)

>>368631
>>During the chess match, you won because you ate 4 chess pieces while Cyn only ate 3.
V, Sparky, what have you done?

>>368608
should have kept it in your rough drafts

Does anyone else find it weird that two of the SDs share the names with Pokémon characters? They even are a bit similar if you squint

>>368631
Now THIS is the stuff I come here for!

>>368635
Cyn floss her teeth against that bush

>>368608
Nice

>>368635
call me Sly Marbo because I’m disappearing into that jungle and nothing can stop me

>>368636
I'm gonna touch you

>>368605
The whimsy

>Tessa Elliott woke with a gasp in her soft bed, sunlight streaming through the windows of the manor.
>Her heart hammered. Blood. Screaming.
>She pressed a hand to her chest...no wound. >"A nightmare?" she whispered, voice shaky. >"Just a horrible nightmare."
>The day unfolded exactly as the dream.
>J fussed over her dress for the gala.
>N bounced around offering enthusiastic (and mostly unhelpful) suggestions.
>V lurked in the background, reading books and quiet as ever.
>Her parents still barked her with orders.
>And Cyn… that small broken creepy drone...lingered in the corners with that too-wide smile.
>Tessa laughed it off when the gala began.
>James Elliott started his speech.
>Then Cyn stepped forward.
>She died screaming the same way.
>J and her other drones systems hijacked, the guests torn apart and her own body crumpling under the Solver grasp.
>But then...
>She woke in her bed again, sunlight streaming through the tall windows.
>Tessa sat up slowly this time.
>She touched her face, her arms.
>No blood and no scars.
>"Coincidence...?" she told herself firmly.
>"Stress from the preparations. That’s all..."
>She went through the motions again, same conversations, same failure and the same death.
>On the third awakening, her denial cracked.
>Tessa stared at the ceiling and whispered:
>"What is happening to me?"
>Death became the only constant that proved reality.
>Every time the gala ended in slaughter, Tessa opened her eyes to 7:23 AM.
>She started experimenting.
>She warned her parents...ignored or scolded.
>She tried locking Cyn in the basement but Solver claws ripped through steel.
>She armed herself and J with everything the manor’s could offer.
>She even begged N and V for help.
>Cyn was always stronger.
>The Solver adapted.
>It learned her tricks across loops even if the others forgot.
>Tessa died choking on her own blood, impaled, torn apart, crushed under debris or worse.
>Each death left deeper scars on her mind.
>She’d wake shaking, memories of agony fresh while the world greeted her with cheerful ignorance.
>She grew colder, more calculating.
>She studied Cyn’s movements, her triggers and the way the Absolute Solver flared when exposed to certain "lights".
>She sacrificed drones without hesitation in some loops, used some as bait in others.
>The guilt gnawed but dulled with repetition.
>Then came the loop where everything clicked.
>Something about the "sun" in the skylight just right at the precise moment of Cyn’s presence.
>Cyn shrieked, her chassis burning.
>Tessa stood over the broken thing that had once been Cyn and stomped on to her core, her chest heaving.
>The guests were alive.
>She had finally won.
>The day ended with celebrations.
>Tessa allowed herself a real smile for the first time in countless loops.
>She went to bed exhausted but triumphant.
>She woke at 7:23 AM to the same bed and the sound of servants preparing for the evening gala.
>"No… no, I won...I killed her."
>"Why—why is this happening?!"
>Time lost meaning.
>Tessa tried everything.
>"J, something’s wrong with today. With every today."
>J tilted her head, her visor glowing softly:
>"You should get some rest, boss. The gala’s important but we can’t have you looking tired."
>N tried his best, big golden eyes full of innocent worry:
>"Miss Tessa? You seem sad. Want me to read you that dog book again? Dogs always cheer me up!”
>It was sweet of him but it wasn’t enough.
>V was distant, as always but Tessa never had the same bond with her.
>A few loops trying to force closeness ended in awkward silence or V’s suspicion.
>Her parents and the guests dismissed her ramblings.
>Only Cyn seemed to understand.
>In loops where Tessa confronted her early, before the massacre, Cyn’s smile would widen with genuine delight.
>"Still fighting the same day?"
>"How many times? A hundred? A thousand?"
>This Solver freak entity took visible pleasure in the suffering, toying with her like a cat with a broken mouse even when "defeated".
>Tessa turned to darker methods.
>Forbidden texts from the manor library: blood rituals or killing herself in increasingly creative ways:
>"hanging, bullets to the head or jumping from the top roof."
>Each time she simply woke again at 7:23 AM to the same sun, the same people and the same damned gala.
>Nothing broke it.
>The final loops blurred together.
>Tessa no longer fought, no longer planned, she no longer screamed or cried or begged.
>She simply woke in her bed again, sunlight streaming through the tall windows.
>She lay there, her eyes open and empty, staring at the intricate patterns above her.
>Her arms remained at her sides.
>Her body did not move.
>No tears came.
>No thoughts formed beyond the endless, crushing weight of repetition.
>Another 7:23 AM.
>Another beginning that was never an end.
>She did not rise...did not speak.
>Her mind had lost somewhere in the infinite corridor of the same day.
>The same deaths, the same hollow victory and the same merciless sunrise.
>The gala would begin soon.
>It always did.
>Another 7:23 AM.
>Tessa woke up.

>>368631
>She didn't even put poison or stuff in the sandwich, she wanted to see how quickly Anon's paranoia would drive him mad.

>>368644
Anon doesn't even check for things like that.
>"Sometimes I kinda wanna die."

>>368643
Cyn found something worse than the island

>>368644
Hah

>>368643
Good stuff anon

>>368643
I feel like this based on Diary of a Time looper.

>>368643
So what happens next? I think Cyn would even get bored after like the 500th loop

>>368652
>James Elliot in his study:
Mr. Krabs Is Haunted By The Squeaky Boots

>>368652
What is NSFW about the image?

>>368653
>"Could the world's greatest butler do this?" he remembered N asking him on the cursed day Tessa made those outfits

>>368651
Bottom-of-the-barrel-enath

There's a drone who won't stop rambling about how much he hates me. How do you correct him?

>>368658
Buy him some flowers he plant in his garden or something

>>368658
Kiss him

>>368616
Cute jobber.

>>368655
I'm surpirsed people are still drawing

>>368663
Is whoever drew that Cyntipede gonna finish it? Because if they aren't it should go so that Doll can be moved back to that position.

>>368664
Just @ that guy. It was leilei I belive

>>368651
smol creatures

>>368652
I will sex both of them
They shouldn't be wearing fetish outfits if they didn't want me to

>>368654
Latex outfits, bdsm or adjecent to it, idk for sure

>>368655
> Fill tool on aliased lines
GrainE

>>368631
Murder drones Figurine 12

>>368651
Bleph

>>368643
Now send her into the re:zero world

>>368666
Are you saying you @ed him?

>>368652
Cute.

>>368650
This:
Cyn calls Tessa // MURDER DRONES

>>368652
Silly

>>368652
Adorable!

>>368512
SEX

>>368663
The canvas is still pretty empty, which is enough space to draw OC’s in bikinis

>>368681
All the tiny friend-shaped robots are flat. Flat is justice.

I want to toss Uzi into the stratosphere.

>>368643
damn... poor girl.

>>368680
I unironically believe that while multi-billion dollar corporations and governments will create mass-produced humanoid robots, it will be engineers and programmers with a fetish that will make them truly effective.

>>368686
Tomorrow Y will be worried, and she will eat away her worries (like a typical loser bot), so her nanite tank will only get bigger.

>>368687
And the dissociative-addicted solipsistic manbabies owning and micromanaging those multi-billion dollar corporations who will insist humanoid robots all be Mini-Mes of them.
The way the world is right now, the archetype of a real world AI is going to be the magic mirror from Snow White: something to enable and stroke the ego of the narcissists who rule us.

>>368689
>Fuck twink drone with personality of Sam Altman

>>368691
>"straggots"
>porn addict flag
I have so many different types of fatigue.

>>368691
Everyone is falling to a horrendous bait post from a /pol/ tier very likely underage user. How fucking embarrassing is the fandom outside of this place, holy shit

>>368691
Meh

>>368697
She's a liam girl so
>Hair black
>Skin fair or pale with freckles
>eyes probably hazel or blue
She probably has dark rings under her eyes too, since she's implied to have been a grave robber.

>>368697
I think she would have green eyes but idk if her hair should be black or brown

>>368697
I would've liked it to be blonde since it would've been the starkest contrast to shadow human thing.

A swarm of Tesslings are outside your home, you have 5 seconds before they breach the walls. There are no sharp implements or weapons capable of giving you a swift demise in arms reach. What do you do?

>>368691
Eh I’ll bite. In our community type 2 fans write greens that add substance to the threads.

>>368701
Tell them the location of the local N production factory

>>368701
I give them a jar of pickles

Sex? With drones? Oh you meant with people, yeah that makes more sense.

>>368705
I want to have sex with shadow ladies

>>368706
Is it the shadow or the ladies part that does it?

>>368703
>The Tesslings rampage towards your given directions, reducing everything in their path to rubble. There is blood on your hands, so much blood, but you have survived.
>>368704
>The Tesslings take the offering of pickle, however you know they will be back, and you can only pray that it will be after your next trip to the grocery.

>>368652
Cute so unbelievably cute

>>368701
Spagetty

Y but she plays Battletech instead of Warhammer 40k.

>>368713
No she plays mechwarrior 5 and is a gamer instead.

>>368714
>Doll could have made a move at most any point in the last twenty(?) years if she was serious about about bumping off Chloe
>leaves her unmolested the whole time, only kicking into gear to fuck with her grades
I'm getting the impression Chloe's not actually on any sort of kill list.
"<Chloe, this is a prank. You're being recorded.>"

>>368708
How about I just grow some pickles so I can feed more to them

>>368710
Meh not into drones prefer ship ai and shadow ladies

>>368715
Telling G that Merctech should be releasing ANY DAY NOW.

You are what you eat, that is why N is a drone.

>>368723
This is why N is not a fag.

>>368718
>not into drones
>in the drone threads

What if Uzi was a glorified toaster

>>368726
If?

>>368726
You know what they say. All toasters toast toast.

>>368728
No.

>>368728
Sourpuss bread