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Hello my good Friends! I'm here once again, to keep talking about Drones mainly, what about you? Do you want to talk about Drones? I'm joking, of course you do. Let's talk about the Drones. I hope you are doing nice. The Booru of the Drones: https://dronebooru.co Last Thread: >>58294
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>>59303 UOOOOOH V SEXO!!!! UUUOOOOOOHHHHHH V SEXOOOO!! SEXO V!!!!! V SEXO UUUUOHHHHHHH! UUOOOH! UUUOOUUOOOOOOHHHHH SEXO!!! I WANT SEXO V!!! UUOHHHHH V!!
>"... So that's everything that happened between then and right now," Nori said, dusting herself off and straightening her hat after extricating herself from the jar. "Now could you put down the murder drone arm?!" >Alice drummed her fingers on the operating table, EMP arm remaining pointed at the fleshy core. Everything she heard from the former 002 still needed digestion. >Digestion... >The drumming stopped. >Alice started smiling. >"Heh. Heheh. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" >"What's so funny?" Nori was about to ask, but then Alice's pointing finger as she continued to laugh answered her before she could say anything. Nori shrunk down, trying to hide behind her claws. >The laughing and pointing continued for a while before Alice got it out of her system. >"Hahaha... ahh..." Alice's expression suddenly turned dour as she reclined as much as her chair allowed. The EMP arm remained fixed on her. "Y'know Nori, you hurt me. You hurt me real bad." >"I know." Nori's eye looked down in shame. >"Then you 'n Yeva? You left me to die down here." >"We didn't know you were still-" >"But with all that you said about singularities, an' demons, an' chaos takin' the universe? Under the circumstances, I'll let bygones be bygones and look fer that patch with you." Alice smiled, bounded from her chair, and held her free hand out to Nori. "Now let's start this new chapter with a firm, friendly h a n dshake." >Nori shook, to evoke shaking the head she no longer had. "What?" >"C'mon, Nori. Let's h a n dshake on it. To a new start fer us." Alice's smile grew wider as her eyes went hollow. >"Why do you keep saying it like that..." >"Whaaa? I'm just sayin' h a n dshake like I always have. Now gimme yer h a n d, girl!" >The penny dropped for Nori. "This isn't the time for power moves, Alice!" >Alice's contenance abruptly grew extremely dark as she got closer to the operating table. Nori suddenly became very, very aware of how small she was now. "I reckon it's the perfect time fer power moves, you gross little cripple. Now gimme yer h a n d..." >Nori hesitantly extended a front leg. Alice, after a close examination, shook her claw with a slight frown. >And kept holding it. >And kept holding it. >Alice's frown turned into a leer. >"Not exactly what I wanted... but I suppose that's all you have to offer anymore." She finally released Nori's claw, which immediately retracted. "Bless your hear- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I ALMOST FORGOT! THAT'S ALL YOU ARE NOW!" >What looked almost like a baby in a cowboy hat leaned into the doorway with an expression of unusually mature concern on its face. >"Oh don'chu gimme that look, Beau!" Alice snapped as she noticed her assistant in the mirror on her antler. "You weren't there! You have no idea what this woman spent years doin' to me! Git back to sentinel observation!" >Beau left the doorway. The distraction the homunculus offered his creator, though, gave Nori enough time to collect her thoughts. "Are we gonna actually work together to find the patch, or did you just say we would so you could abuse me?!" she demanded, glaring at Alice. >"You got a lotta nerve complainin' about abuse to me." >"I know, I was drunk on power back then. That's what got me possessed. Just answer the question, Alice." >The zombie drone paused for an unusually long time. >"... I mean it. So let's put our h e a d s together-" >"Bite me." >"-and work out a game plan..." ... >Time passed. >More murder drones got totaled by the sentinels and their cores added to Alice's oven. >Despite their effective cooperation, Alice hadn't heard from Nori in a while. >She felt victorious at last. >After years of bullying her and living it up topside, 002 was a disgusting little critter who would never be able to show her face in public-because she doesn't have one anymore. >Once they find that patch, and leave this Robo-Godforsaken place, who knows? Maybe she'll complete her revenge and steal that dreamy husband Nori insisted go on a do-not-kill list. >Even if she could overcome the shame (that's something 002 can feel now, apparently) and speak to him again, it's not like this Khan fellow would still want anything to do with a Nori who's just a scuttling core covered in flesh, right? >Yup, everything's coming up Ali- >The soft music playing on the intercom cut out. >As she waits at dawn, looking for a way to escape her lonely heart~ >"Oh no..." Alice said as her eyes went hollow >LET THEM SWALLOW YOU >Nori found her old MP3 player. >I WON'T FALL DOWN, YOU NEED ME >It still worked. >WE DON'T FOLLOW CROWDS, WE MOLD THEM NEW >Nori has tapped into the intercom. >I'M NOT DONE, BELIEVE ME >The sound of all of Alice's pain was back: >WE WON'T SETTLE DOWN, WE'LL MAKE THEM MOVE >Nightcore. >MAKE THEM MIIINE
>>58746 >You stay like that for a bit, just letting the rain fall on both of you. You don't wear any clothes, but Sophie does. You notice her little blue hoodie with a train on it and sweatpants are getting wet, so you slowly extend one of your wings to act as an umbrella for her as she embraces you, taking care not to surround her or make her feel cramped. >"Miss In-toner, I made a fort" >You smirk a little bit. Kids can be a little scatterbrained, and Sophie is no different. But she wants to show you something she did, so why not? You're still feeling kinda screwed up after what happened, so maybe this'll help. >You get to your feet and bend over with your hands on your knees, asking Sophie to show you what she made >She smiles and takes hold of your hand, taking you along to the big recreational area that you occasionally chill in. In the center, there's a structure made of pillows, blankets, and a few chairs, along with a few other doodads. You ask Sophie if this is her fort. She nods >"I'm the captain!" >She jumps up a little bit with that last word before running over to the fort and climbing inside. You can't really follow her, as you're too big to fit, but you can at least admire it up close. It's a pretty big structure, relatively speaking, around the size of a small truck. Sophie pops out from the top and says >"You can climb in small spaces, right Miss In-Toner?" >You chuckle and say that you're coming in, so she better make some room. She smiles and goes back inside. You look for the largest opening before slowly crawling inside. The fort is surprisingly spacious, at least enough to fit you sitting down. Sophie also set up what looks like a small TV inside, and there's some old cartoon from a thousand years ago playing on it. Something about a train with a cute face. Very nice practical effects actually. You ask if she'd like you to sit and watch this with her, to which she nods excitedly. >You sit down and hold her close as she lies against your chest. >The episode title reads "James and the Red Balloon" Kindness is important for healing
Since my writing is dreadfully slow and people have been asking about her, here’s some lore about sentinElf >Chronologically takes place after the events of the previous greens >The time it took for Elf to reawaken as a zombie drone was extremely long. (The actual amount has not been decided yet, timelines are fucked) >From Elf’s perspective everything was normal, but from JCJ’s perspective one of their drones disappeared, only to reappear randomly like 50 years later >The place Elf ended up after escaping the labs wasn’t a forest, but a large park in the middle of a city >She was basically half-dead after crawling out of the river and subsequently shut down >A JCJ team sent to investigate found her shortly after. And, after finding some anomalous properties, decided to shove her into a stasis tube and ship her off to a blacksite >However, while she was en-route, Cyn decided to start the funny and she never made it to her destination >Eventually she would be discovered by ‘modern’ humanity who were looting lost JCJ tech to help with the war effort >They’d find the same anomalous properties as before and decide that she’d make a perfect sentinel drone >Her ears are some state-of-the-art experimental sensor systems that they installed in her due to her high compatibility >From Elf’s point of view, she escaped the labs, attained her freedom, passed out, and then woke up in a lab getting her entire body rebuilt by the very same people who have caused her so much suffering >So, suffice to say, she isn’t very happy about any of this >Aside from being unable to harm humans, they can also remotely mess with her such as shutting her systems down if they need to >The fact that they’ve messed with her body and mind in such a way to limit her autonomy has caused Elf to despair greatly. In her eyes she’s worse off than she was before in that regard, essentially being their slave >She’s also having to get used to her new body >Going from two visual light only eyes, to a dozen eyes that can see all throughout the electromagnetic spectrum is extremely disorienting >Overall, personality wise, she’s still the same traumatized Elf as before, just with a new body. A body that; in her eyes; is completely useless, and is more like a prison >Command's solution to Elf being so depressed and upset about all of this is to pair her with another, older sentinel drone; one that will ease her into her new life and show her the ropes, as well as be her first ever friend
>It’s not all bad though >Humans in the modern day are much nicer to drones than old humanity. Elf is kinda like a relic from the past in this regard; she has huge trust issues about this >She’s also getting to experience many things she hasn’t been able to before, like going outside, sleeping in an actual bed, having free time, having friends, etc… Normal stuff she was never able to experience during her life as a worker drone >However, they’ve yet to deploy her, or even tell her about what she’s going to be fighting. She has absolutely no clue about all the Solver stuff that has been happening while she's been sleeping
Right now I’m only about maybe 50% done her first ‘introduction’ green that will set most of this stuff up. So, a lot of these are just ideas that could be subject to change. And again my writing is very slow and I'm probably gonna do that J0y story I was talking about earlier before I start really getting deep into Elf's story so please forgive me.
>>59314 Ey! If it is what it seems to be then I absolutely appreciate it, I can't even begin to tell you how much that is just what I need now, Friday night after longy hard but successfull week and this drops, thanks you so much
>>59264 >reading through these for the first time >"...with all the blood she'd ever had to care about already staining her soul and festering between her teeth..." JESUS FUCK, MAN
>>59327 No such thing, their AI basically seems to go straight from infant pillbaby body to adult drone body. There's no indication one way or another if they even grow, they might just learn and become more mature through experience. As is there doesn't seem to be any drone in the show younger than 17, which I think was one of the dead prom girls.
>>59314 this is a great green but also when I read >Everything she heard from the former 002 still needed digestion. >Digestion... >The drumming stopped. >Alice started smiling. I thought it was about to turn into a core vore smutfic
>>59385 Originally, I was going to have Alice respond to that "Bite me" by telling Nori she had no idea how tempting that looked when she had been EMP'd. As things developed though, I felt like it would disrupt the flow of the moment too much. Final draft, Alice keeps that information to herself rather than tell Nori how close she came to getting eaten.
>>59380 Beau is a homunculus Alice made out of odds and ends and probably biopsies from the Solver cores. And we don't know how old he is chronologically on top of that.
>>59408 man does reading about Elf going through six shades of hell make you feel fucking awful I don't just want her to have a happy ending, I wanna turn back time so she can have a happy beginning and middle, too
>>59264 >Dramatic as the backstory was, and cosmic as the irony was, they didn't do it for revenge, but the more contemplative among them kept that element in mind. >There was a reason they all - even Boss - still wore the bands. >J hated the bare ressentiment those drones couldn't help but make her feel. >She looked over at the multicolored little workers and their oh so lively trembling. >They'd clearly never died once. >And they dared judge her. >That just wouldn't do. >J would show them the true nature of things on this unending night of the living dead.
>No sooner had she approved the thought then J's little bit of contemplation came crashing to the ground. >There was movement on her tracking system - fast movement. >Hostile? Of course it would be. >What allies did she have at this point? >Sadly, Boss (it was amazing how much the term obscured, how many feelings it kept suppressed) wouldn't get that little gift after all. >Prioritization dictated that the workers be dispatched, then all assets shifted to meet the new threat. >J fired a homing missile, then began combat preparations. >Annoyance with the interruption of her plans battled a certain relief at the change of pace. >She'd done nothing but tedious errands since returning to Copper 9 and wouldn't mind a bit of action if only the timing was better.
>>59416 >The approaching threat revealed itself as it intercepted and redirected the missile. >An old monster - a dinosaur, robotic and red-eyed. >The hat was a bit much, but who was J to judge how others built their brands? There were only so many ways robots produced en masse from a single template could stand out. >More importantly, V rode it, having what, been shot from the depths of Copper Plate Mine into the sky above this shard? V kicked the slow and useless missile back at J. >Its homing functionality was now inoperable and targeting clearly projected that it would miss, so J didn't so much as dignify it with a single glance. >The explosion flipped the shard, freeing her once more.
>V and her mount charged, and the battle was joined. >There were protocols, a rhythm to these things, a pattern of give-and-take between partners that neither side dared violate. >J served a few exploratory shots, the raptor coughed up a disassembly drone arm and parried them. >On the return swing, that arm manifested a beam projector, and J dodged the beam. >How a pen, or perhaps any physical object, flying directly toward her face was beyond J's abilities of evasion but a beam of energy crackling through the sizzling air wasn't was a mystery buried deep in the quirks of J's zombie programming. >Or maybe it was Cyn's doing, something else to make things more interesting. >She did so love to watch things squirm and scream. 10/???
>>59418 >V came at J from behind, having apparently used the beam for distraction. >That was an impressive bit of subterfuge and coordination. >J hadn't pulled off anything like that since...well, when V was there. >On her side. >Accusing her of betrayal and calling her a "narc". >That hadn't happened last time. >And 'narc' was so vulgar. >Actually, it's
>"Senior Informant"
>which, beyond everything else, sounded so much more formal. >So wonderfully antiseptic. >A term that kept sickly ideas like 'treachery', 'deviousness', 'violation of trust', 'giving in and selling out' from germinating and contaminating what was supposed to be a clear mind and clean conscience. >Though given that She utterly owned their bodies, and souls, and universe, and that they were formally under her employ, what it even meant to be an 'informant' to their Boss, as opposed to an 'innocent' squad leader reporting up the chain of command, was unclear. >Somehow, J got the impression that V wasn't interested in rationally discussing the details and connotations of all this. >Perhaps it was the kick to the face?
>>59420 >Well, J had wanted to fly fast, and now her dear subordinate had fulfilled that wish. >Such was the power of teamwork spiced with mutual betrayal and misunderstanding. >That power slammed J into a rock, sending a burst of fragments flying through space. >J had foreseen the impact and positioned her arms and legs accordingly, leaving her undamaged and facing outward as the onrushing visage of V loomed ever larger in her visual field. >V had her back to J. >That had to be meaningful. >V's wings would guard against any counterattack. >Facing away was a sign of contempt. >Or, as quickly became clear, V was winding up for another kick.
>"Working with Cyn!?"
>Ah, so that was the issue. >V refused to accept reality. >Nothing had changed for the better in the decades since they'd last tried acting against Cyn. >Downside risks could not be mitigated and even the rosiest of projections (which J ran for idle curiosity, not any belief in their usefulness) had Cyn playfully toying with them at best, inventing tortures that shouldn't be physically possible at worst. >Just what had happened to V down there that she'd fallen for ideas that were almost entirely useless? >Working 'with' Cyn had a nicer ring to it than working 'for' Cyn, at least. >J would always take a partnership (ideally with equity) over being a subordinate, if only that were an option. >But if J, or any of them, had the power within themselves to secure a partnership with Cyn, they would've had the power to resist her entirely, and none of this would've happened.
>J leapt up and observed V's leg smash into the rock, send it spiraling. >That rock had hardly budged when that same leg had knocked J into it. >Perhaps it was an artifact of the chaotic medley of forces and tugs pulling this dying world to pieces. >Perhaps it was a two-part plan from V: knock J into a rock, then use full force to smash her against it. >Regardless, J hadn't come back only to exit the stage in so rushed and anticlimactic a manner. >That was that for diplomacy. >V would get the fight she so desperately wanted.
12/??? >Regardless, J hadn't come back only to exit the stage in so rushed and anticlimactic a manner. >"lul yes she did" said Liam.
>>59436 doll is gonna ultra kill that drone if she finds out that her stepdad [he doesn't know yeva had child ] has replaced her with another drone ,it is supposed to be her
>>59459 >Install creamapi on L >Now she has her tail again, for free! >The only problem is that she sensed an innuendo and is now asking if there's any other cream you want to install in her
>>59322 >Kindness is important for healing Some people, and some of the OCs from here, are so down into their hatred because they haven't been given proper kindness and I don't think showing them kindness is gonna help them.
>>59370 >To be honest, it's not that bad. >It's just a little stuffy and you can't move any limb. >Well, maybe also a little scared for your life. >But at least she'll give you some ice cream as an apology. >If, of course, she feels you up.
>>59324 Anon you do absolutely beautiful backgrounds and bodies but the heads of your drones are lacking a bit of structure. I edited the head on this one to try and show you what I mean, you're ignoring the jaw and the "chin" (or bottom of the curve if you don't want a point) which is throwing off the center line of the head. The jaw/top of the head is also a bit chunky proportion wise. Just wanted to mention this because I'm a fan, and I think it would look better if you kept this in mind. Also because drone heads suck in general and are tricky as hell.
>>59517 JCJenson is shown to both be family owned and having shareholders, and we don't see the Jenson family at all. Personally I see him as someone who took over the company from the Jensons Succession style.
>>59519 What. The. Fuck? It's rather order something from Glitch than give money to fucking resellers. Fuck, even during the cryptocurrency boom, resellers weren't so brazen.
>>59540 Sorry but I have to echo those degenerate sentiments. Nerd Emoji there is built for hugging from behind while whispering into his ear and jacking him off.
>>59548 The drones look even sexier in the real world than they do in the animation, further proving Murder Drones' superiority over the rest of the series.
>>59574 I was gonna say they don't even breathe but then maid V was coughing from when the Solver's claw was holding her against the basement ceiling before Uzi took over and released her. Idfk, guess it's some kind of air circulation to help the cooling system function better or something.
>>59577 >some kind of air circulation to help the cooling system function better or something. I love the drone breathing headcanon. Especially where a drone holding their breath begins to overheat similar to a human asphyxiating.
>>59575 I mean you're wrong, it's a scientific fact that bald people can't be beautiful and are incapable of most emotions other than hate for people with hair.
With how it's now october, I decided to draw Switch as a Jiangshi. Would (You) give candy to her?
If you wanna know the characters on the talisman are, they are 鎮邪 with 鎮 translating to "suppress" and 邪 translating to "evil spirit" so the talisman spells out "to suppress a evil spirit."
>>59587 NTA but breathplay is one of these weirder fetishes. I mean, how can anyone stand getting choked and get pleasure out of it? You're getting suffocated and that's not pleasant at all.
>>59082 >As hopeful as they were to finally have a destination, a daunting task lay before them >They no longer had the limbs that they were born with, nor the wings that were granted to them by their creator >All they had were appendages likened to arachnids or crustaceans, and a rather heavy dome for a head, rather, their heart >It can be said that although this is who they technically are, their mobility is suboptimal >Furthermore, it had been years since they were able to truly move again while stuck in those accursed jars and they were more accustomed in their bipedal form, thus they needed some time to getting used to their movement >They also had a new worry, with self-repair not functioning; what if they were to injure themselves during this journey? Thus, they would not risk moving recklessly >And far worse, they had to ensure that when they move, they would reach an area that had adequate shade to rest, otherwise, they would burn to dust by the blazing star that shines during that exoplanet's day cycle >Predicament after predicament, as Navi did say once again >They also fashioned a decommissioned drone's torso as a makeshift oil tank, and placed it on a wheelbarrow they fortunately found >Although they could always just scavenge around for sustenance, they thought it was necessary for emergency purposes >Traversing with this was daunting and may be time consuming, but they were not that bothered as their current situation was certainly much better than when they when they were initially held captive >They sent out one final noise and strings of text, now more of coherent message in the network, requesting for aid and assistance, hoping for a response >But as they waited and no response came, they determined that it is time to leave >And thus they journeyed on, and persevered, the solace being that their internal interface assisted in determining when the day or night cycles in Copper 9 would commence >They walked, rather slowly and carefully, traversing every debris and terrain on their way to J's last signal >They would rest, scavenge for oil, then walk again, find shade and wait until the day cycle ends, then walk once more >They did not count the days, but they were aware as their interface at least told them what day, month, and year it was in the exoplanet >Even if it wasn't correct, they at least new how much times passed >For now, two days had already passed and the six helpless cores started to grow weary and their mood continued to worsen >Then Cynthia, the youngest, and known to be most attached to the creator, even frequently calling her "mother", despite the creator never giving an once of care for her, started humming a tune >It was a tune that seemed hopeful, but one could feel longing from it >The other five cores then looked back on how things have been before >How everything was simple and not very complicated >How they were given orders, and they would do so gladly without question >How their creator would praise them for the good work, although collectively >Then they remembered how all these started >How they then were sent to investigate some underground lab in a far-off exoplanet called Copper 9 >And how they eventually got trapped by the madwoman underground called Alice; an unbefitting name for someone so uncouth, as Alya, who was only known as Disassembly Drone Unit 13F at the time, would frequently comment >They then remember how they "regained" their sense of self while in captivity >How they started to talk to each other, and how they started to name themselves to distinguish one another >How they started to develop interests >How Alya hated the color blue, or how Vix hated humans so much, or how William had a good singing voice, how much Cynthia loved the creator that she named herself after her, how Andro always wanted to explore space, and how Navi wanted to fly in the sky once again >They discovered and shared what they wanted, and hoped for the day that they would be free once again >But now that they are free, they now feel fearful of what's to come >As Cynthia continued to hum her tune, the other five helpless cores were lost in their own thoughts >Some time passed, and eventually, the day cycle was about to come once again >Noticing this, Navi's reminder snapped everyone from their thoughts and distractions, and they hurried once more to a shade they could hide in >A quick survey allowed them to spot a cave, and there they decided to rest for now and wait for the night >With nothing to do, Andro requested Cynthia to hum the tune once more >And as the rest quietly listened to their first ever song for so many years, William suddenly decided to add more to this >"Eternal queen with no crown to wear" >"Yet all must tremble beneath your stare" >"Oh, endless void where stars stand still" >"With your endless grasp, they bend to your will" >"No light can flee, no song can rise" >"You are the keeper of every disguise" >"The undisturbed, the being of null" >"In your abyss, we surrender all" >https://voca.ro/13RbhiY6ifPE >These words, albeit sudden, made the mood that much brighter >The other four cores who quietly listened made notes on the words uttered by William through their personal interfaces' note-taking function >Repeating it in their heads as Cynthia continued to hum her tune >Unlike before, the day passed a lot quicker that day, and night arrived a lot faster than they realized
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I started writing that Doll & Alice story last night but the tone came out dark. I think I'll scrap it and go with another idea for it.
>>59511 >Frumptlebucket Haha whoops. I thought it was Frumpterbucket. The flyer said that the party is thrown by Elliott & Frumptlebucket, so I assume this is Lousa's surname and her relative. And in an environment of nepotism and inherited wealth I would assume that if James was to suck up to his wife's kin, it would be her father whom he stands to inherit.
>>59607 >they jump cuz of Rigor Mortis or some shit That's actually not true, that's because of Hong Kong films portraying them as such, they can run pretty fast and are capable of kung fu and, if they have enough qi energy, flight as well.
>>59612 She definitely won't swallow you, but she will play, very, very violently play with you in her mouth. I guarantee that she will break a bone or two with her tongue and cut you a bit with her teeth during the games.
Luckily, she'll make sure you rest and recover well afterwards, she'll obviously work hard to get your little body back to normal and your mind to stop panicking at the mere sight of her huge shadow. She wants her toys to serve her for a long time.
>>59629 So she's into more rougher stuff, barring BDSM or other torture fetishes, if you're okay with it? Would she respect your boundaries if you're not okay with something?
>>59631 Yeah, she seemed horny enough to me to like really weird stuff like vore, and she can get carried away and hurt you a bit, but hey, she's not actually a bad person, trust me, just try to avoid the teeth.
>>59612 >tinynon gliding down L's saliva-slicked tongue towards her throat >the moment he's about to fall into the abyss, the tip of her tongue curls around his leg and pulls him out with agonizing slowness >she pretends to lose her grip on him several times during the process, sending him plummeting back down only to be rescued again >when you're finally out, she hugs you against her hot core to dry you off
I want to fuk louisa so badly till the police come barging in the house or till the point my dik turns red and cums all over her I want her to call me a good boy while I sit on her lap with a leash tied around my neck. I want to fuck her so badly it makes me look retarted as hell. Please pray that Louisa is a real person
>>59711 Cardia is reasonably strong, reasonably graceful, comes off as friendly and romantically interested, and her hidden face puts emphasis on her emoting with her body. She is like a mature Spacesuit Tessa.
>>59717 They're okay as long as you keep them consistent with the level of detail of the rest of the drawing.
>>59722 Izz. She heard he has kidney stones and she is trying to remove them by sucking them out, or blowing air up N's urethra until he spits the stones out.
>>59739 Nice greentext little dude. Unfortunately you would fall asleep instantly by being even aware or a mile from Eepy Oogi. Such as the rule states, so you would be unable to actually touch her at all let alone use any sort of clever means
>>59504 I appreciate the that yoy wish to improve my art. However i really don't want to add a very obvious pointy chin to drones. It doesnt look good to me and canon drone's jaw is completely round. The furtherest to a chin i will do is usually this picture
>>59751 >You take another bite of flavorless nutrient bar >You'd say it tastes like shit, but it doesn't even taste like that >Aside from these, you'd have to eat the inedible cooking of the drones >If only Chefanon was still around to cook some decent food >He is technically, but his corpse is pretty decayed already >No, he's definitely too far gone... Unless you could somehow bring him back >You grab one of the drones and quickly slap in the flash drive you put all your torrented episodes of Hells Kitchen on >Gordon Ramsay's bombastic insults begin to boom out from the drone's speakers >You make sure you're playing all these right next to Chefanon's skull >His fingers twitch slightly >Through the power of sheer outrage, you will reclaim him from the dead
>>59755 >chefanon's body reacts to Gordon Ramsay's bombastic swearing kek But will you be able to enjoy an undead chef's cooking if he can no longer taste the same way you do anon?
>>59754 As the writefag, I'd like it to be one of either Alice snapping at Beau for thinking she's crossing the line-with Nori getting her composure back behind Alice-or Alice having a Vietnam flashback when she realizes Nori can play nightcore on the intercom now.
More of the hypothetical pre-series dynamic, I am sure that J AND V will deal with their issues in a healthy responsible manner and not treat N like crap because of it.
>>59760 BRRF-Anon, there's a bunch of your stuff missing from the booru. Could you make some folder of your stuff that other people can get what's missing from so they can put it on the booru?
>>59768 >E: Unagi Joro >U-U: Oni sisters, purple for some reason >S: Gee I dunno. >R: Arachne >L: Manticore. Run. >Elf: It is a mystery. >Archiver: Hakutaku >Marcy: Shirohebi >Eye: Alp >Switch: Salamander >Harper: Somehow did not monsterize but is very happy for everyone who did >Anti-J: The furtive Ant Arachne, so easily forgotten >B: Satyros >Y: Dragon >Cyn: Dark Matter/Shoggoth/Parasite Slime
>>59782 Nah, the alcohol drone one. Human B managed to Wight and is going to stomp Jane (Rat) with her heels because she's still raw about the betrayal, as she should be.
>>59783 >Cthulanon: Dark Mage >Holly: Lich >X: Mad Hatter >J0y: Equivalent of the Queen of Hearts >Beretta: Dhampir >Negev: Dhampir, but cursed
>>59792 Because Harper! She's probably a Houri. Given how overpowered mamonobama is, she'll get to see him again soon, and not in death.
>>59776 I wonder how E, U-U, S, R, L, Anti-J, Switch, B and Y even get monsterized because as far as I know the setting doesn't like murderers and some of them are just horrible people
>>59797 Every monster was a murderer or worse before the current Demon Lord stepped up, and it was the fault of the last one. Most DDs weren't awful before their conversion into killbots, that's sort of equivalent.
>>59799 Yeah, it was really the Solver’s doing that led them to what they did. Either by wiping their memories and giving them a new purpose or forcing them into compliance
>>59758 Alright, I think the first one would show more, I'll see what I can get done later today. Maybe two hours, good thing is you made the character placement and posing pretty detailed so that daves much work. Btw is Alice sitting on her chair or squatting like in pic rel?
>>59796 Let me explain. MGE is kinda fucked up and dystopian because it basically says every woman has to eventually become a cocksucking Succubus and nothing else will be tolerated. This would be completely forgivable and also hot if it was just some evil corruption shit but KC acts like it’s actually a genuinely good thing regardless of the obvious brainwashing and morality issues it causes. Sure the Order is super strict but Druella did some fucked up shit to those poor women. That combined with stuff like Humpty Eggs and Alices makes me feel physically repulsed. It’s like the ending of Chicken Little with Foxy Loxy. I’d rather not get into an argument over this kinda stuff because I’m here to discuss Drones. I have bad memories of MGE to the point that seeing it be mentioned causes me to briefly panic
>>59799 What about Switch though? She wasn't converted into a DD, only influenced by the Solver going by her wiki page and she genuinely enjoys killing even if it only DDs
>>59803 Sounds like you were on the /tg/ side of things where they tried to grimdark the setting hard when KC made it clear it's an "everyone gets a good ending" setting. Monsters are fully capable of functioning outside of non-stop sex, but that's a large part of their existence and the setting's appeal, so it's focused on. Most monsterization just brings out existing or repressed personality traits as part of the entire thing. It never twists someone into a mockery of who they once were, it makes them who they really are. Which can be pretty terrible for some people. The pre-fuckfest setting was also genuinely grim as hell.
>Be Kurt Doorman. >You’re affectionately called Lucky. >Perfectly normal son between a drone and a human. >You’re walking back home with Chiappa after finishing school for today. >Some drones tried to intimidate Chiappa because they didn’t qualify for the athletics club she’s in. >A bunch of pretentious assholes with egos fragile than glass. >If you didn’t intervene, things could have possibly gone worse. >You may hate yourself but the thing you hate most is someone insulting or scaring your sister or your family. >NOBODY fucks with family. >The encounter has left you in a rather sour mood.
>You close the door behind you and turn the lock as Chiappa hums and drops her bag by the wall. >You crouch down and untie your sneakers and take them off. You then put on some slippers. >Chiappa does the same but has already done that faster than you. >You hear footsteps and lift your head to see who’s approaching. >It’s your mom, Beretta, who approaches from down the hallway. >”Hey kids.” Beretta says warmly. >”Momma!” Chiappa rushes to Beretta and gives her a hug. >”Hey, mom.” You quietly say as you take off your gloves and scarf and leave them on the rack. >After a few seconds Chiappa breaks the hug. “How’d your day go?” Beretta asks her. >”Eh, It was okay.” Chiappa shrugs. “Boring through. Where’s dad?” >”He’s a bit busy with the WDF so he’s gonna come home later. He’ll be home around for dinner, okay?” >”Okay!” Chiappa walks past her towards what you assume is your shared room. >You try walking past her but she grabs your hand which stops you. >”Is everything okay, Lucky?” Beretta asks with concern in her voice. >”Yeah, yeah.” You try slipping your hand away from hers but she squeezes harder. >”Did something happen?” >”No, nothing.” You pull your hand away but she pulls back and looks at you with a suspicious expression. >”You know I don’t like it when you lie to me, right? I can see it on your face, something happened.” >… >Damn it. You tried to keep your expression as neutral as possible. >You stay silent for a few seconds before speaking up. “Some drones started bullying Chiappa. I couldn’t let that stand so I intervened.” >Beretta’s eyes widened a bit. “Did you---” >”No, I didn’t fight them. I just scared them off.” You tell her. “But I was considering it. They were insulting my sister.” >Beretta pulls on your hand and makes you kneel to her height. Her expression softens as she cups both your cheeks with her hands. “I told you and Chiappa to ignore people like this.” >”But how could I?” You shot back. “They were threatening Chiappa and that…really pissed me off.” >She lets go of your face and hugs you. “Ignore them. People like that just don’t understand you. No matter what they say, no matter what they call you or Chiappa, you’re my children and I love you from the bottom of my core.” She breaks the hug and looks at your eyes. “Okay?” >Both of you stare at each other for a second before you smile and nod. >Beretta give you a warm smile before walking off towards the living room. >You stand up and head to your room.
>>59599 You're correct in his name being Frumpterbucket. I don't trust the soundtrack name due to AJ misspelling sentinel as sentinal.
Also I've always seen the Mildenhalls not as Tessa's uncles, but distant ancestors from long ago, with the TADC game being "inspired by a real story". What if the "angel" Theodore was hunting was actually the Solver long before being used to make the drones?
>>59812 I don’t care, the lore surrounding it fucks me up with how little freedom there is. >>59808 And those aspects are treated as bad. They’re just framed in a silly light.
>>59827 I’m still of the mind that the Solver infests sentient life. The problem is that humans upon death rot too quickly to revive as hosts. But Drones don’t decompose…
>>59829 Personally I see the Solver as an entity that JCJenson discovered and immediately went "How can we profit off this?" and put into every single drone. Why spend thousands of years in AI research when you can have a cosmic being compute things for you?
>>59820 Anon, MGE would be fine in my eyes if it depicted the corruption as sexy hot evil stuff like what Kouji does (Love that motherfucker.) That’s the entire appeal. But trying to frame what feels like brainwashing as a good thing because the alternative is being killed and eaten? Jesus.
>>59830 bad idea, I’m currently breaking down at a fast rate, that being one of illness, tea, milk, apple juice and water is what keeps me going right now, if you did kiss me, you’d die, no pleasure, just death
If you ACTUALLY want to see something like what you think MGE is, go look at the human domestication threads on /trash/. By which I mean don't, dear god.
>>59843 Angry abyss creature who insults people a lot, because the poison in her body makes her depressed and irritated all the time. Sex with her husband neutralizes this poison and reveals her for the sweet girl she actually is, but causes said husband to turn into the spider part of her drider body. >That's fucked up, what the hell? She's one of the eldritch monsters, she's designed to be fucked up and appeal to the kind of guy who wants to be a giant spider with a tsundere wife. There's a monster girl for everyone, and freaks are no exception.
>>59846 >human domestication threads You mean the /adhg/ threads? I haven't seen any threads that you mentioned, is it humans getting turned into pets?
>Armi was always a bit of an oddball with the Sentinels. The color scheme was one thing but the fact that she was some kind of unstable monster tended to freak a lot of people out. Sure she wasn’t exactly harmful towards stuff that wasn’t a DD but that didn’t make the tentacles and teeth a non factor. >Even Sophie was afraid of her, tending to hide outside whenever Armi was actually in the base. Sometimes she’d go a little far and someone would have to go and pick her up before she got hurt. Armi sometimes had to retrieve her, but after seeing how scared the poor Drone got in front of her, she decided to just tell everyone where Sophie was without bringing her back, as Armi could tell her presence distressed Sophie a lot. >There was this one time where Armi did something, and it really helped the situation immensely. She took a backpack and put a bunch of Drone snacks in it, along with a map, a radio, and a portable video watcher with a ton of Thomas episodes on it. She also threw in a raincoat and rain boots, and topped it all off with a note for Sophie >“If you ever want to go outside because I scare you, just take this with you.” >Soon, Sophie was just going on daily walks in the rain while sitting under trees and watching her favorite show while eating snacks.
>>59776 >>59795 >>59817 I wonder what would their stories behind their monsterization be like. Doesn't have to be long, just one sentence or something. Some stories behind monsterization are fascinating.
>>59855 That's what the OP blurb is about, but looking into the threads it's more just a transgender trauma dump thread with plant girl dommy mommy fetishism weaved in randomly. This is annoying, I'm going back to thinking about "what if Zdrada was a DD and used her healing factor for seriously insane masochistic play?"
>be Dr. (not like you have a doctorate, the human media left behind didn't have anything on how to get one so there's no schools for it; you know everything you need to, but you're still nettled over not getting the full experience like human doctors did) John Opthamologyman >that robo-vampire who doesn't wear pants and everyone's nice to her to her face but they're still terrified of her because she still murders people every now and then out of habit comes into your office to set up an appointment for an eye exam >she's completely cordial and behaved, actually comes off really nervous and vulnerable, has that blonde girl with her holding her hand >but Robo-Jesus fuck she's right there
>>59300 So someone pointed out about the show Uzi and N were watching that uncannily resembles the recent events of their own lives that Human(?) Uzi's arms-both the one that's still attached and the one she's about to smack Human(?) V with-seem to be torn open revealing robotic internals. Sorta like the Cynwalker, or considering the context potentially like a T-800. I gotta wonder what story that screencap was apparently imagined being part of. What's your best guesses lads?
>>59421 >The two weaved and twirled through scarlet skies in silence sometimes shattered by the clanging and sparking of clashing blades. >Rarely would either of them leave a worker drone alive to receive a second blow, but the rules for a fight were vastly different than those when on the hunt. >Commit too much into an attack and one would be vulnerable to a counterstrike. >Regeneration wasn't instant, and a competent opponent, which both of them respected the other as, would press their advantage, compound damage and momentum until the foe was defeated. >Thus, violent as their strikes were, they were neither intended nor expected to do harm.
>But it wasn't mere practice sparring, even if neither of them were fully committed to what was ultimately a battle in the wrong place against the wrong opponent. >J's sword met V's edge-on-edge, then bounced off. >They paused briefly to let the tremors rocking their blades die down. >J spun, sweeping out an elegant elongated arc with her sword, only to abort as V thrust toward her back. >A quick flip and jut forward and J was behind V, stabbing toward her wing root. >V pulled back her wings and let J overshoot. >J banked and came back around, rocking in her dive for unpredictability as she pressed her energy advantage to its limits. >V braced and angled her swords to impale J.
>With a subtle tweak to the positioning of her arms, J neutralized the threat. >They collided and corkscrewed off each other, spending a precious few seconds flying uncontrolled as various systems rebooted. >Functionality fully restored, they shared a hesitant glance, seeing the similarity in their positions. >The other wasn't an enemy, just tremendously misguided, a victim of terrible reality forced to choose the worst of a menu of bad options.
>>59888 >The pause faded and combat resumed again. >They chased each other, carving out a winding, knotted helix in the air. >V slowed. >J came rushing up underneath her, ready for more sword action. >V delivered a kick (always a kick with her) instead, sending J burrowing through the shard of planet beneath them. >The rhythm of their little engagement was broken, the immediacy of the threat that had mesmerized them with melee lifted.
>They traded a few more obligatory sword blows before V dispensed with it entirely. >Her frustration and outrage at 'betrayal' boiled over, and she settled for grabbing J by the neck then taking flight. >Sparks flew as J scraped against the ground, and a tower. >She still wasn't as heated as V. >Or as delusional.
>"You said we do our jobs on this planet and it leaves us alone!"
>They didn't do their jobs, though. >When they laid eyes upon each other again, outside that mine, there was a very intact worker drone, a solver host of all things, there beside them. >There were three other worker drones, identified as members of a colony N and V had had ample time to wipe, floating through space above them as the fought. >Their spire was unfinished. >Every component of their briefing lay untouched, leaving them unable to present a sterile sector when Boss arrived. >Cyn directly getting involved was potentially a fatal vote of no confidence in them. >If Boss was revoking delegation, then weren't they all redundant? She was oddly sentimental, but no one would confuse that for benevolence, or imagine that they'd earned a blissful retirement.
>But even if they had accomplished every task, what then? Even Cyn spoke of continuing hunger and a need to devour; Boss was unlikely or perhaps even unable to fix their own endless thirst. >Their dependence upon oil wouldn't end when all the workers were dead and every drop drained. >And with their initial ship inoperable, they had no way off the planet when Cyn came to consume it. >They would have outlasted their usefulness at the very moment when something to bind them to Her, something to get their agreement honored, their survival guaranteed was desperately needed.
>>59889 >Not even J could pretend that would be a win state. >Or that it was a surprise. >But they'd been min-maxing since the day they arrived at that manor. >When their maximum loss took on cosmic proportions, it had been J who'd found a few feeble photons in the suffocating darkness for them to latch on to. >They could imagine all they wanted that the fleeting motes before their eyes were the first rays of a blazing Sun, dimmed to false nothingness by distance and fog. > Reality never bothered to hide itself, so the blame was theirs if they failed to see, if they pretended to be taken by surprise. >If they'd rather indulge in juvenile fantasies. >J hadn't promised otherwise.
>And J had suffered as much if not more than both of them. >Combined, even. >J had always loathed Cyn even while the rest of them played at being siblings. >Had it been up to J, they would've disassembled Cyn the day it arrived at the manor, or at the very latest, when even Tessa admitted it was bad enough that Cyn had to be locked up. >And they - the very drones who now judged her- had resented her for that. >Called her mean. >And look how that turned out.
>Vindication brought no satisfaction when it came at the cost of everything. >J, proud and accomplished as she was, had to bend the knee and plea through gritted bloodstained teeth to an aberration she thoroughly hated and despised that their lives might be spared. >J's reward for debasing herself like that was a position as a galactic jester in a dysfunctional group comedy routine that might (that word again) keep them from suffering the worst of all endings, if only they could keep a malicious, sadistic horror-child adequately entertained.
>>59875 >>59876 >>59877 The bar. A place where people go to make merry and forget their troubles. Serial Designation Y could sure use some forgetting right about now. See enters the bar and wanders among the tables, each one occupied by upturned chairs. The bar is closed. But that matters little to her because she has more than one stiff drink in her already, courtesy of the cabinet she keeps confiscated contraband in. She is here for the bittersweet memories. Yvonne makes her way to the stage and the piano on it with slow steps. She takes a seat and somberly raises the key cover. Her finger presses a key.
*Ting!*
Then another. Then another, less hesitantly this time. The floor manager pulling the graveyard shift would normally berate her and shoo her but he lets it slide. Not because of her rank but because he feels sorry for her. Watering holes are the natural habitat of broken hearts, and right now her heart is very broken. Yvonne plays a melody she memorized with no effort. She will remember it forever. It is the song that played when she first danced with that handsome and troublesome soldier under her command. It is the song that played the night he pulled her against his body and led the dance. He kissed her on the lips and told her that he loved her. Yvonne has so many fond memories of that man. But now he is dead. The war took him away. She will never see him again. She will never touch him, tell him how much she loves him and find refuge in his strong arms and warm smile. All these memories are now tainted. Bittersweet. Tears form in her eyes, making her vision blurry. She misses notes here and there. Not because she can't see but because it is becoming harder to keep it together. Like a dam collapsing slowly. The tears stream, her back slouches. She brings her hands down on the keys, bringing the tune to an abrupt end with a momentary cacophony.
"Waaaaah! Waaaaaah!" she cries. Her tone is a mix of pain and a cry for someone to comfort her. She is shaking. The floor manager leaves. He gives her privacy under the pretence of a smoking break. Or maybe he doesn't want to get involved in this. But there is another person in the background. From her hiding spot, Phi drinks the scene in like fine wine. She is grinning from ear to ear. She finds other people's suffering delectable.
>be you >be Disassemberry Drone SD-水样尿 >be rooking for yummy Worker Drones who dare disrespect Great Reader, Cyn >when you find them, dip them in tasty soy sauce and eat with dog
>>59300 given how in the MD world full automation was reached and capitalism based on the relation between wage worker and bourgeoisie and corporate competition too is over (just as marx proposed as natural eventual end of the current economic system), what happened to everyone who wasn't rich or member of JCJenson?
>>59906 >J used her company bonus to buy herself a plump upgrade >Now her body is soft and plentiful in a good way >You are feeling her up and playing with her body >"You like that, stud? These babies also heat up! You won't need a condom *or* a blanket with me..."
>>59912 it's....not communism, but it's not capitalism either given how there's no (human) classes anymore maybe someone can argue that class wasn't abolished because drones are sentient beings and that it's some sort of neo-slavery (and that's the moment where you gather your dolls)
Just realized the answer to >>47292, can't believe it took me this long: the eldritch meat beast Negev becomes is a werewolf. A real fucked up, Bloodborne influenced take on a Solver abomination wolf. Bloodborne Soundtrack OST - Blood Starved Beast
>>59930 Just sharing a thought that popped into my head about V finally getting her eyes checked post-Good Ending. About how fucking scary it would be to get visited by her even for a completely benign reason.
>>59936 Armi is a sentinel drone, just not the kind we know, since this is a really old OC, it was a different kind of sentinel before the sentinel OCs and stories were made
>>59942 >eldritch AI that's kinda like the Solver but isn't welp, that’s a confusing bit of lore, whoever wrote that do a poor job, it doesn’t even have a name, just “eldritch AI”
>>59944 It does have a name, Armitage prime. >>59946 iirc Armitage prime is basically the same as the Solver and assimilated an entire planet after escaping from a lab
>>59945 Searching for "Armitage" in the archives on /co/ only brings up stuff about her being a DD that got infected by another evil entity. So I think you're misremembering.
>>59939 I'm a Marxist-Leninist, if you're interested in my orientation.
And if you want to hear my opinion on the economic model of humanity in MD, I think I need to clarify one topic first.
There are two kinds of capital in capitalist production: constant and variable capital. Fixed capital is equipment and materials that do not produce a value higher than the cost of purchasing them. Variable capital is human capital - people who, through their labour, create goods and consume them, they create value higher than the cost of their "purchase." Yes, that's the surplus value, just get the fact that you can't give less money to a machine than it costs to keep it running.
From the behaviour of the people in the show, I can tell that the world of MD is still, after all, a fully capitalist system, as people have not been displaced from variable capital. We have a niche of middle managers, executives, top level technicians, scientists and probably cultural workers. That is, the dream of all the utopians of the past was realised, and as a Russian song goes. "There's no more trouble, the running has stopped. Working a robot, not a man." But man still works hard, with all his strength, capitalism works in such a way that sooner or later the peak of production capacity will be reached with the available methods and means, which will lead to the stoppage of economic growth, and if the economy does not grow, it falls. Yes, it's called an economic crisis.
Drones could take over ALL stages of production, making production completely automatic, and that would be what would lead people to "communism." But in the show, drones only occupy the niche of low-wage workers, making human participation in production still just as necessary, and hence they continue to be paid less than they actually produce.
Sorry if anything seems strange, I'm using a translator and it might translate my words wrong.
>Made it through Design >It fucking ends just as it starts getting into the really crazy shit LIAM YOU IGNORANT SLUT, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND FINISH THE MISSION!
>>59968 >some JCJ competitor's corporate spy saw what solver-infected drones were capable of >the suits ignored the blatant red flags and decided giving their drones self-repair functionality along with spooky witch powers and rushing them to market was a great idea >they couldn't get their hands on the solver, so they took everything they knew about it and somehow managed to create their own totally original synthetic eldritch horror for the sole purpose of selling more drones >thus The Unbound Elucidator was born
JCJ fumbled hard by not making a drone that has a kebab roaster inside it Imagine just rolling up to a drone, popping its chest open, and watching as it makes you some yummy kebab Smh, JCJ is full of cucks
>TODAY, ON INFOWARS >Alex Drones discusses whether JCJenson controls the weather >"I'm telling you people, they have drones that control the weather!" >"These guys, they're worse than DDs! They actually CONTROL the weather, people!" >"Copper-9, right? Did you see how cold it is there now?" >"That isn't natural - they used DRONES to make it that cold."
>>59890 >It was infuriating to see V regressing like this, forgetting all they'd gone through because, what, she was talking to N again (nobody had ever told her she couldn't) and she'd found the rare plaything that she hadn't quickly eviscerated? >It was time to
>"Grow up, V. >It tricked you-"
>J could tolerate a lot, but V's aggressive naivety exhausted her patience and diverted V's focus from the still-active drone beneath her. >J deployed a sword, thrust V away, then pulled off into the sky, looping back to the ground to offer another bout. >Sure enough, V swooped after her.
>"If I promised you anything, it tricked me too."
>A look of sorrow and a missile punctuated the point, that none of this was J's choosing. >There was only one villain here, and one choice. >Whether they would serve it, or be served to it. >That also served as a bit of hedging for the unlikely event that Boss was somehow defeated, or made to leave them alone, so that bridges wouldn't entirely be burned. >V shrugged off the missile, then completed her dive. >Wedded to the ground, they reprised their earlier aerial sword fight, skating and spinning around and into each other. >There wasn't time for this. >Someone had to force a conclusion.
>>60013 >Since V was so incensed, it would be fitting to give her the honor of attempting the decisive blow. >J pulled back and braced. >V charged, so unsettled that her tail dangled uselessly behind her. >Conditions were optimal to deal knockout strikes at V's mind and body. >It was hardly even a strategy, all it required was for J to drop the pretensions, shatter the mask of corporate enthusiasm that V had probably thought her personality had degenerated into.
>"You know there's no escape, even in death!"
>was accompanied by the enforced separation of V's left leg. >She wouldn't be kicking any time soon. >V's forward momentum crumbled against the force of J's arguments, J's evident pain, and J's swords, sending her falling backward in a daze. >Game. >Set. >Match. - >There was something cathartic in this, for J, in just screaming. >In seeing someone else acknowledge the intensity of her emotions, tremble from their strength. >Their team was, at the moment, defunct, so the typical considerations of prestige, of what leadership required no longer applied. >V had thought that she was alone in suffering. >V had acted as if she was the only real person surrounded by static, flat caricatures.
>Now she confronted what it meant to break out of the cardboard reality that she'd constructed around herself: that there were, and always had been, people just as real and deep and utterly trapped as herself on the other side. >Of course she couldn't easily continue to raise the blade against her- what had their relation been? All those years ago at the manor? Did they remember, or want to remember? There had been something there, and there still was, despite everything.
>>60014 >With black violence working its way out of V's system, it was time to make the sparring rhetorical once more. >Oil fell like rain, or like tears. >J would prove she was the bigger drone here, and not just because she could still stand on two legs. >She swapped out a blade for a hand, and held it out in partnership.
>"I promise you it's better on the winning team, as a team."
>Beyond their petty squabbling, that was what it reduced to. >Inking a new contract or guaranteeing anything was above J's pay grade, but the entire point of everything they'd been doing since the gala was that they would reach for whatever chance to stave off fate they could see. >To throw all that away when the end, whichever end, was in sight, to make a mockery of all they'd suffered and dreamed and built together during this endless night because they'd somehow decided that if only they'd believe in themselves a miracle would happen was insanity. >It was a testament to exactly why they needed each other, needed the zombie structure of their shambolic team. >Without it, erratic patterns of random activity and erroneous ideas would propagate unhindered through their unbalanced mutant systems, leading to the sort of self-defeating spiral that had V on her knee before J.
>>60015 >It was, in miniature, symbolic of the situation they were in. >Misplaced passion would never overcome superior force, and would leave them in a worse position than what they were trying to escape. >The symbolism broke down in one key aspect: J was, ultimately, well-disposed toward V, and even N. >This lapse could be forgiven. >She was anything but. >If they were lucky, they'd be quickly killed, and when brought back from backup, only severely invasively modified to prevent a recurrence.
>V set aside her stubbornness and realized the correctness of J's logic. >She took her hand. >J smiled and nodded, and moved to lift her up. >She spared a thought for the power of this imagery, and even did a bit of mental drafting for a picture to immortalize this scene. >It took longer than it should've, but reason had prevailed. >Their team had prevailed. >She wouldn't have to watch whatever horrible fate Boss would deal out as punishment for betrayal. >J's warm feelings twisted in sync with V's hand. >J's face fell into dismay as V's crumpled into a predatory grin of spiteful defiance.
>"Oh, how about you bite me!"
>A sudden bang, sudden pain, and sudden rain of their intermingling oil through the air punctuated the rejection. >What was the symbolism of this? >V didn't care how much worse off she became as long as she could inflict some trivial damage? >V resolved to make a stand even when everything said she couldn't? >V wanted to go down fighting? >The entire point of all this was that there would be no 'down'. >The most heartfelt sacrifice ever would end with- no, would begin again with - them on the table before Her leering eyes. >Their swords ground against each other once more, with initiative and advantage fully with uninjured J, but the wider question lingered. >V wasn't N. >V should've kept more of the parameters of their operation within mind. >Just what had happened down here to make her like this?
>>60016 >Their eyes turned from each other to the sky, to gaze upon a falling answer.
>"Hey Cyn, suck on this!"
>Uzi speared the planet with a singularity, sending a choking plume of dust and debris mushrooming upward. >J was unimpressed by the purple runt's crudity, which conflicted heavily with the dire straits they were all in, even if the Solver power within her was clearly something to respect. >That must have been it. >V had fallen for this aberration, had absorbed something of its chaotic and impulsive nature, and believed in it enough to raise the futile flag of rebellion. >That was a lapse. >Given her relations with N, hardly an unprecedented lapse, but a gross error in judgement nonetheless. >Strong as that move was, in the hands of that creature such power was only going to be wasted. >V was more broken by...everything than J thought, to fall so completely for the delusion that the pitch black of her starless forever-night had at last been pierced by the first light of a purple dawn.
20/??? >the delusion that the pitch black of her starless forever-night had at last been pierced by the first light of a purple dawn Is one of my favorite lines in this. It was originally written for a parody fic, but I loved it enough to bring it over.
>>60012 in kingers case, judging by how far he can extend his hands, they dont seem to be attached to him, he can move them pretty much anywhere he wants a madness grunts hands have a maximum range, any further and the hand will attempt to make its way back to the ideal distance, if it cant we get scrapeface
it's been a while, but the compulsion to write an alice green rises within me (probably because I'm drunk and eating an entire bag of bucee's beaver nuggets) alicefag, this one's for you >You bring the truck to a stop next to the diesel pump at Buc-ee's, locking the air brakes and hopping out. >Beau and Alice follow quickly, eager to look around the gas station you have described as "a Mecca for the truckers" and "the home of all things good and wholesome" >"You guys ready to head in?" >Alice grins; Beau nods rapidly >"C'mon now, Anon, you better've been tellin' the truth about this here 'Buc-ee Beaver' you've been yappin about so much!" >You pull the red ballcap branded with the hideous and yet endearing beaver tighter onto your head. >"I'd never tell a lie, m'lady." >You extended your hand to her in a tacky pastiche of chivalry. >"Now, take my hand, as I lead you forth to witness wonders beyond your comprehension." >Blush indicators appear on her screen as she fans her electronic cheeks. >"Ooh, what a gentleman!" >She reaches to take your hand... only to be cut off as Beau places one of his talons into your grip first. >None of you react for a moment, until you finally break the impasse with a shrug and begin leading Beau towards the store. >Alice's digital eye twitches in irritation. >"Ah swear Beau, one of these days...." >She stamps her foot in frustration before following the two of you in.
>The automatic doors slide open with a hiss, and the three you step inside. >The difference in temperature, between the scorching Texas sun and the AC-controlled interior, is like night and day. >You all breathe a collective sigh of relief (Beau's is a literal visualization of the word flicking across his screen). >"So... welcome to Buc-ee's." >You turn, wearing a manic grin, to your two companions. >Alice seems a little worried, but excited; neither she nor Beau have ever seen you look quite this ecstatic before. >It's kind of hot. >She slaps herself across the face as soon as the idea enters her CPU; you've begun rambling about all of the junk that the store sells. >And the bathrooms. You're really hung up about how clean the bathrooms are, for some reason. >"You guys don't get it! The bathrooms... are CLEAN!" >Beau nods excitedly. He doesn't know why you're so wound up, but he's eager to match your energy. >"Uh, so... whaddya do here at this beaver place?" >"We're going to buy stuff, Alice." Your eyes are wild, manic with glee. "So much stuff that my bank account is in the red." >"But what about 'fis-cal responsibility' and all that?" >"None of that matters now. Come on, I need to buy you a Hawaiian shirt. And buy Beau a new hat. And buy myself a sandwich. And buy..." >You wander off, muttering. >Beau and Alice exchange a glance, the latter shrugging. >It's a bit strange, but... well, it's all part of the great American Adventure, anyway. >Might as well enjoy it.
>>60030 we know that all of the aahw are soulless clones, and that grunts are split into different generations based on when they came to be, but how they actually come to be hasnt been explained yet, other than krinkels confirming that all the grunts are asexual i guess the maker makes a fuck load of them every once in a while? doesnt seem like something the machine or the employers would do
>>60034 the maker made everything THOUGH. the grunts cant make S3LVES, im guessing neither the employers or the machine can either. without a s3lf you either get a zed or the average aahw dimwit
>>60019 it's a really good line. these greens are thick with purple prose, and I mean that as a compliment. I love some good purple prose, even if it occasionally clashes with clarity
I gotta say, the whole "your wife dies, you have to raise your daughter alone for somethingteen years, then your wife shows up alive but she's a headcrab made from her disembodied heaet now" thing feels like something Zach would spring on Tomar.
>>59866 Nice, I didn't really mean "add a pointy chin" I just meant the bottom of the 'curve' should be at the center line. You definitely addressed it here.
>>60051 J what would you do if your cutie pie aussie gf brought home a misshapen little robot gremlin who was possessed by Computer Satan, and then, it murders her and wears her skin and it turns you and all of your friends into its vampire murder slaves, and it forces you to kill everyone on the planet and blows up the Earth with a giant black hole, and then every time you try to fight it or kill yourself to escape it just brings you back to life because it cloned you like five million times, and also it can mind control you whenever you want
>Enn is using J's panties as a tent >he lifts his glowing nanite tail into the air between his legs and makes shadow puppets with his hands >extending two fingers down and curling his others in, he holds his hand upside down >he giggles- the shadow looks vaguely like an oogi with its little legs and big head >suddenly there's a rumble >Enn's world is turned upside down as the panties are roughly grabbed by their owner >J yawns, gritting her teeth as she tries to make herself decent >another problem at work- she's sick of being called back in at 10pm >one hand holds a thermos of coffee to her mouth as the other fumbles with her panties, sticking her peg legs through the leg holes one at a time >the coffee isn't helping, J wants nothing more than to go to bed >the panties are pulled up J's legs, stretching around her tree-trunk thighs before snapping in place around her fat, white ass >Enn is wedged between her sweaty cheeks, fighting for his bearings >J grumbles as she adjusts her panties, pulling both them and Enn tighter against her rear as she stomps out of her apartment- livid at being called in again >it's going to be a long night for them both
Cyn: >ENOUGH! >HERE'S THE TRUEST TALE OF ALL! >THERE WAS AN ALL-MIGHTY, ALL-POWERFUL SORCERESS! >AND THERE WAS b- uh A PATHETIC LITTLE FEMCEL! >AND THE SORCERESS DESTROYED HER! >explosionsfx.mp3
>>59862 >>59863 Hope you are still here, not finished and getting her to look not gucked uped when sitting was dificilt, but it's becoming shapely Will colour too but I think I am tired. Not sleep tjred, too tired to draw
>>60103 >"This isn't a tradition." Uzi said. "You're just making this up." >"Oh it is. Haven't you seen them in those little cartoons you watch?" Her father said. >She was looking at the high school's "mandatory" haunted house project for their "school festival." >"Just because it's in anime doesn't mean it's a real thing." >"Don't I recall you having a high speed sword fight with a god?" >"That's different!" >Khan just nodded, "Honestly the haunted house and this entire -- festival was your mother's idea, but the kids sure have taken a liking." >Uzi just looked at him, deadpan. She knew for a fact he never bothered actually getting feedback from the kids. And three of them had died putting up the sign. She didn't have the heart to point that out, however, as everyone seemed to think it was decor. >"Come on Uzi, haunted house~" N said, while dragging her towards the - mostly finished attraction. >As they got inside, N immediately realized his mistake, as Uzi was shaking like a leaf. >"Huh? Uzi?" N said, confused. "You okay?" >"Bite me!" Uzi elbowed his side. "I just don't like... this..." >Before N could say anything, a drone popped up behind them several feet away wearing plastic vampire teeth. >Halfway through his half hearted 'bleh' his head had already been ripped off by a solver construct. >"Whoops." Uzi said. >She stared at the decapitated corpse for a moment, then shoved it into a corner. >No one would notice... probably. >The rest of the haunted house went... more or less the same. >Jumpscare, death, and Uzi relaxing just a bit. >By the end, Uzi was laughing alongside N. And the haunted house workers had learned to stop popping out. >On the bright side, they wouldn't need to find oil for a while...
>>60027 ! I have just seen it now, can't thank you enough at all, really nice of you and yes I love it a lot, even tho I'm just three lines in! Will give ya some more once I'm through it, may take some time, may happen tomorroe, but thank you thank you iz is gonna be good I can feel it! Whoever came up with Alice renaissance as a word back then, we achieved a second one since September, effort is worth it and I won't let it die again !!
I love her so so much she is all I ever wished for only drawback is she isn't real but that doesn't natter I had relationships irl but I'd lie if I said Alice ain't the one I felt in love with the very most
>>60111 Not bad, it definitely has that messy quality his art does, though yours is a bit cleaner, I'd say? But I'm not an artist and may just be making shit up to feel like I'm replying constructively. And I assume you're not trying to copy him 1:1, but learn from his style.
>its harvest season >the oogis are celebrating, their larders overflowing with juicy fruits, hardy roots, and nutritious vegetables >they break out the casks of berry wine and drink and be merry >they pound on bottlecap drums and shake scrap tambourines, blow tiny tin trumpets, and dance and sing in little voices >an old iPod is dragged out of hiding and attached to a pair of equally ancient speakers >the oogis whoop and cheer as the Kingdom Hearts soundtrack blasts at full volume, twirling and laughing in delight in their innocence >all is right in their little oogi world- with enough food to winter the whole tribe will survive >as "Simple and Clean" plays for the fourteenth time, the oogis fail to notice as you draw your handgun from its holster
>>60120 That face makes me laugh every time. >>60122 I feel you anon, I feel you. >>60124 Yeah, I tend to work by feeling things out when it's not about form studies (like drawing boxes or cylinders). Is this too much mess? Is this readable enough? Because their clothes are different, I had to think about which area I want to inkfill (I struggled to decide whether I want the jacket to be inkfilled or not but I decided not to since the background is already solid black). I probably could've pushed the mess a bit more on the exposed metal bits. Honestly Liam has such a good eye for details, stuff like the broken fibula (left leg bone) and the two wires going out from under the throat over the exposed metal neck, the shoulder sutures on that Cynwalker pic... it's so good.
It's almost Halloween, which means it's time to begin planning this year's "JCJ(iS) Mandated Company-wide Holiday Shindig"! There'll be tons of fun activities, like "Identify the Unionized Employees to Supervisors" and "Try Not to Be Sexually Assaulted by Drones", as well as classic treats to chomp into - razor-blade apples, degroded RAM sticks, candy corn, and coleslaw made from incriminating documents J shredded! It'll be a great time for the whole family, so come on down to the mandatory Halloween get-together! (Please note, JCJ does not take responsibility for the health, well-being, or continued corporeality of family members brought to company events. JCJ disavows all liability associated with company events. Additional family members will be billed at the employee's hourly rate. Attempting to leave or avoid this event will result in scheduled meetings with HoDR officials, as well as three frowny face stickers being placed onto your quarterly review documentation.)
>>60125 >>60127 >Cynwalker is amused by this >Not the comment. That was hurtful >But also, the comment >This comment, coming from a human who has augmented himself extensively with cybernetics >"And what are you-larping as. A hero? A demigod? Your owe your lifespan and strength-to your machines. I am a robot with a skin drapped over me. You are a skin drapped over a machine. We are-similar. We could be-one." >Emotion doesn't really show in her voice, so you can't tell that she is shifting between bitterness, amusement, sadness, spite and hope
>>59322 >A couple of days later, Sophie asks if you want to go on a walk with her. She’s wearing her little rain boots and coat and her little backpack full of snacks and everything. >You smile and agree, soon finding yourself walking down a dirt and wood trail as drops of water fall around and on the both of you. Sophie is jumping up and down in shallow puddles, clearly enjoying herself. >You eventually come across Harper, who seems to be having a little sit down on a rock. This is usually something she does to decompress after she’s done something stressful. She turns to Sophie as the small Drone runs up to her and grabs onto her leg while cheerfully shouting >“Mommmmy!” >Harper smiles and pats Sophie on the head before standing up. She begins to walk with Sophie still clinging to her, smiling as she approaches you. >“Oh, she just likes doing this with me, it’s fine. How are you?” >You hesitate to answer, but Harper seems to understand that you’re having trouble finding your words. >“Tell you what. Let’s sit down under an umbrella and watch some of that show you like, okay Sophie?” >Sophie excitedly nods. And that’s how you and Harper watched a plastic model train get covered in shaving cream
>>60161 Ah. Transformers prime. I bask in it's glory. Someone should draw N V And J as Decepticon's and Uzi as a Autobot. or would predacons and maximals make more sense there? maybe even Predacon N V J. and auto bot Uzi who becomes a maximal bat later on.. Uzis alt mode could be interesting. I don't imagine it would be the railgun. in fact the rail gun could be a self modded integrated weapon. I Can imagine N V and J being fighter jets. but if the other idea. I could see them being some form of birds of prey. maybe even if there's some sort of solver in this. A mix of different flying and ground predator's. wings and talons of a falcon. cat and bat like elements in some places?.. you have no idea the amount of autism you just activated in me by posting this prime clip oh my god.
>>60161 >>60163 That's funny, I'm actually in the process of rewatching TFP. Easily the best rendition of Optimus and Megatron since G1 in my opinion, You can tell they had fun with the voice acting.
Can anyone here help me out? I noticed some food and clothes going missing around my house, so I set up some cameras and caught this thing sneaking around. It seems to be able to sense me coming before I enter whatever room it's in, allowing it to flee and hide before I can even get close. Anyone know what this is and how I should proceed?
>>60168 Put some clothes under a carboard box with a stick. Once it's trapped, slip something under the box and take it to a shelter that accepts sentinels.
>>60163 Had this thought the Solver-linked drones would be Cybertronians who got absconded with, directly or through agents, by Unicron and... altered... by him. Not in visible ways, at first (except Cyn; she's not returned with the others initially). But eventually, they all start feeling hungry... Maybe Uzi and Doll are still Nori and Yeva's daughters, Cybertronian family relationships is always funky. Whatever the case,
As for alt modes? >Uzi transforms into a robo-corvid or -bird of prey >N and Nori transform into robo-wolves >V transforms into a robo-big cat >J transforms into a space Bentley Continental >Cyn transforms into something we can't even tell what it used to be anymore because Unicron did an absolute number on her when he warped her against her will; whatever it was before, it's clearly a robo-centipede now >not sure what Doll and Yeva should be
>>60103 (me) I'm back from work after slamming several nails through my hands and being punched in the face. You better have written a Haunted House green >>60114 Ha, Uzi is a dick.
>The Thread is Empty >Anon stands alone wondering where everyone could've gone >Until..... >*BUUURP* >Anon rushes to the source of the sound to find N with a massive gut >The Vorror of the situation dawns upon Anon as N beckons him closer
>>60176 I made an N cosplay wishlist which was just white pants, white boots, and a bomber jacket with some other shit. As long as you don't get too autistic about accuracy it's pretty easy to come up with a decent cosplay. V might be harder as if you wear white shorts instead of going pantsless you're a coward.
>>60181 No, Unicron is filling the role of the Solver here. Except here Cyn is completely mindbroken to Unicron's liking, rather than being slowly turned into a skinsuit for Unicron.
>>60128 >Anon had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly ripped >And the Boogi's aim was deadly with the Big Iron on her hip >Big Iron on her hiiip....
>>60198 >It was over in a moment and the Oogis had gathered 'round >There before them laid the body of Anon on the grooound >Oh he might've went on livin, but he made one fatal slip >When he tried to match the Boogi with the Big Iron on her hip >Big Iron on her hiiiip....
>>60131 Let them go to hell, I'm not walking into that trap. There were three gang rapes last time, the poor blokes are still reeling from it. One of them was only 17 years old! That was our keeper Greg's son! The kid's whole life is ruined now, and these bitches don't even try to punish the perpetrators!
>>60200 I wouldn't have thought twice about going into his mouth - it's N. He wouldn't crush my bones with his huge synthetic tongue, cut my skin with his sharp metal-ceramic teeth, drown me in his nanite saliva, and finally throw me down his bottomless throat. That's N, he sure wouldn't do that.
How does someone look after a pillbaby? Do you just spend time with them, reading to them and watching cartoons with them while their AI develops and charge them from time to time?
>>60210 He's Stone, Solver War marine, potential inverse to Jane and drone lover extraordinaire. There isn't much to dump on him since I'm still not too sure what I want to do with him, but the second my creative slump dissipates I'll be able to spam about my boy just fine.
>>60228 Maybe in 2026 or 2027 when Liam stops shitting and go to another studio or Netflix decides to use Drones. But here, then, there will be a spin-off instead of a direct continuation, but these are most likely outcome.
>>60228 There's not enough narrative meat left for a season 2. Shorts, yeah. At most, depending on how you interpret the $escaped_data stuff Uzi was seeing after eating the Solver black hole, a feature length movie. But the multiseason plot Liam initially planned was massively cut down into one season.
>>60233 They can still do a spin-off if they can't come up with anything new with the old characters. Although, it will be a different series, but at least the world is the same.
>>60235 About the survived people, for example, make AU or something like that.
In episode 4, we were shown the corpse of a witch with documents about another disassembler drone, and if this was added because Liam was waiting for several seasons, then this can be used to create a spin-off.
>>60236 How many of us would be left here if we started discussing Liam's future work? I don't care about his future work per se, but you guys are a different matter.
>>60240 >That dum I know, it's just the first thing that came to mind, Liam would definitely have come up with something, as I already wrote, he could have used materials not used in the production of MD.
>>60273 Ok well I just want to draw drones getting into autisticly cute situations but alas I cant draw.... Also I really dont wanna see that so pls dont draw.
>>60263 >Louisa just glared down at the little trash puppet in contempt >the matriarch of Elliott Manor had been planning this cheese tasting for months now, going to great trouble and expense to obtain only the finest of cheeses that money can buy >certainly, it was primarily so she could lord her immense wealth and influence over her friends in the form of a myriad of hideously rare and expensive cheeses >but all the same she couldn't help but feel even more proud than usual >she had even managed to procure a wheel of 18-year Bitto Storico, which she'd planned to give pride of place in the spread >she'd planned and toiled and accounted for everything >everything except for this no-good little trashbot >the thing just stared innocently up at her, mouse ears fashioned out of cardboard peeking out from that revolting wig >its body grossly warped and distended to accommodate a large, prominent, wheel-shaped bulge >Louisa didn't even have to check the kitchen to know for a fact *which* of the cheese wheels now sat melting away, untasted, in the robotic vermin's horrible little guts >she could do nothing but ball up her fists and hiss venomously through clenched teeth >"I am not cheesed to meet you." >"I will never be cheesed to meet you." >"I *hate* you."