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Lil traditional sketch of Mei (Arashi no Yoru ni) !!!

As a kid, I was so obsessed with this goat and his wolf friend <3

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Happy Holidays to anyone who celebrates it!!

I don't have any art pieces related to it though

Cuz I forgor </3

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A Mouse Among Owls? - Chapter 03

Fandom: Murder Drones

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Neglect

Character appearances: Serial Designation V, Serial Designation J, Uzi Doorman, Serial Designation N

Word Count: 1,149

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Quiet wings cut through the air. Their owner tightly curled her wiry tail around a random appendage on the metallic carcass collection they called the ceiling. Now hung upside down, the short-haired disassembler tried to mimic the slumbering coworker beside her. The sun had yet to hide and banish the beams of light from the wintery surface, but no worries related to it plagued her mind since she knew their sleeping spot was secure in the darkness.

V was an early waker, and her leader knew that. The murder gal had the “nasty habit” of leaving the spire before anyone could interact with her. However, exceptions weren’t rare, like whenever it was her turn.

Gradually, the air grew colder and snow no longer became so slippery. J’s vents started to work louder, her system was coming alive from apparent stasis. Soft clinks emanated from her winged self-hugging figure and a low groan of what she assumed to be stretching limbs. 

Silence permeated between them. No visual input was needed to indicate she was being stared at, and being perceived in such a manner made her feathers feel like they were boiling under its intensity. Her thoughts were unknown, and that was unnerving.

“What?” V groaned and unshielded her face, “Just take a screenshot if you wanna admire my beauty 24/7.” 

“Urgh, shut up,” The leader narrowed her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “You’re still my subordinate, good performance only in the work field can only take you so far,” J curled her lips barely containing herself from straight up baring her teeth. She made a “tch” sound and paused for a few seconds, probably looking at her internal screen for possible information or notifications from the company. Serial Designation J loosened her tail and elegantly flew to the ground. 

“You know the drill; your daily quota was reduced to 43%,” V grudgingly nodded her head. Since they shifted the responsibility between the both of them, the one responsible for the duty was expected to hunt less to avoid burnouts or negligence. Well, at least whatever they considered to be “neglect.”

After all, he never starved under her care… She thinks…

“By the way, avoid eating from the food pile, hunt your own food!” The leader added as she walked to the Spire's entrance. She sighed, hearing the grumbling under V's breath, and marched forward into the night.

“You don't have to remind me every time,” the short-handed drone shouted, not really expecting SD-J to hear her words. Her memory wasn't the best, sometimes she knew something was missing in her memory banks and other times it went unnoticed. Maybe something was broken inside her head. “Eh, most events in my life aren't important anyway, so no use remembering,” she thought.

Now that her boss was gone, V spread her wings and flew back to her “bedroom.” A relieved sigh left her maws when she saw it quiet and behaved. 

V had placed severed drone hands around the silent pill before she left the den, positioning them as if they were cradling the thing. Her hands were much bigger than the ones she picked, but she hoped the size difference wasn’t a noteworthy detail. The purple and white blanket was adjusted around its figure in the hopes of being snug, which meant less chance of waking up wailing due to her small absence. 

Her tail wagged a bit at the adorable sight. She tried to resist taking a visual screenshot but failed. The image was blurry, like everything in her world, but still relatively recognizable. Why was she even taking pictures of it? The disassembler didn’t know. Perhaps it would help her to remember the pill drone while it was still around.

Delicately she lifted the tiny football-shaped being and tapped one of her fingers on its visor. A disgruntled sound left the pill’s voicebox before exiting sleep mode, annoyance quickly replaced by confusion. Curious neon purple eyes analysed her form, taking a better look now that V wasn’t covered in oil and in safe mode. 

A deep sigh left her jaws as she remembered her last coherent thought before drifting asleep the previous morning. Serial Designation V was exhausted when that solution sprouted in her mind. It had risks, but it was the only one she could think of. Loneliness would result in bawling, so it would have to be left with company. “I guess, it would make him happy too…”

She walked out of her room, supporting the little worker with one arm, and stared at his den entrance. Most of the view was blocked by a makeshift curtain made of different fabrics stitched together, its somewhat shabby condition allowed a soft yellow glow to escape through tears and holes. Her tail coiled around a torn drone leg as she approached their destination, it was her turn to feed him after all.

A quick thrust of her wings allowed her to find some handhold, and she climbed the short path to the secretive nest. Happy chirping greeted her the moment she popped her head inside. She simply raised the pill drone in her grasp to meet his eyes, for a minute no sound emitted among them before overwhelming happy warbling danced through the nest.

On the floor, surrounded by colourful sheets and dog plushies, there was a robot almost identically similar to the purple-eyed one. Same egg-like body lacking limbs, although a little bigger. Thrill was evident in his bright squinting neon yellow eyes and small smile. He recognized immediately they were alike in age, the friendly infant hoped they wouldn’t go away like the others!

“N, do you see this?”  V's voice grabbed his attention after swaying the pill side-to-side for emphasis, “It’s food!” 

A question mark appeared on the corner of his visor. Food?! No. When N looked at the other small drone, he didn’t see any resemblance to prey. Actually, they looked like him! And he wasn’t a worker as far as he knew. The only difference he noticed was their eyes, he never had seen anyone with LEDs of that colour. It was different but pretty all the same. 

“No eating it tonight though. You guys can keep each other company while I’m out, right?”

“I mean, at least you’ll have something other than the ceiling to stare at…”, she mumbled and set the tiny worker on the nest facing him. Serial Designation V swiftly left after giving both of them gentle pats on their heads.

Giddy bird-like noises shot from N’s voicebox a mile a minute before he went silent upon noticing his new friend hadn’t uttered a single noise during their whole introduction. Their eyes are hollow accompanied by stress lines. Were… were they upset? He cooed trying to comfort the other drone.

Full of hesitation, she made a confused 8-bit sound resulting in the yellow-eyed pill going full “NEW FRIEND” mode once again.

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"Hunger Made Me a Monster"

TW blood, deceased prey animal, scopophobia

Finally finished a drawing after months of only abandoned wips!!!

I had so much fun drawing the trees :D

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I'm finally learning how to draw DD's claws (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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Little sneak peek of "A Mouse Among Owls?" - Chapter 3 (Murder Drones fic)

:)

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Another drawing WIP!? (Hehe, sneak peek)

I hope this one won't go to the shredder too lol

The cute pigeon is just for hair color ^-^

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Silly doodles I drew!!

The dog above the "Bad Dog Club" is a corgi and I originally planned to draw a full body of them w/ a cool jacket :)

Lmao I thought a cute short dog acting tough would be funny

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MD fanfic "A Mouse Among Owls?" Masterpost :)

Very basic summary: Serial Designation V slayed a scaveging worker drone group and ends up with an accidental UNN acquisition.

Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03

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A Mouse Among Owls? - Chapter 02

Fandom: Murder Drones

Warnings: Implied/referenced Child Neglect

Character appearances: Uzi Doorman, Serial Designation V, Serial Designation J.

The flight back to the metallic carcass spire felt rather uneventful. Her arms were already occupied, securing a snoozing pill drone, and her tail was busy coiled around a dead worker. Harsh winds blew against their bodies, but no matter how strong, they never halted the disassembly drone’s skilled wings. Mechanical mercenaries such as her were designed to endure this planet’s post-apocalyptic, never-changing climate.

“You’re so tiny… are you a runt?” V thought, as one of her true eyes stared at the robot infant. To be fair, the disassembler gal never had met a worker UNN before and had no way to check if all unfledged drones of its kind were normally that small. 

It looked peaceful, glued against her chassis to feel warmth. For a second, the older drone wondered if it was dreaming or rewinding memory files before she softly chortled. “Cute.”

J always said that toasters weren’t like them, just insentient machines mimicking human speech. V didn’t have much knowledge about prey other than how to hunt them, she didn’t have a lot of reason to question what her leader told her. Yet, occasionally her mind tried to convince herself that… Oh, I don’t remember.

Serial Designation V wondered why it had been brought outside in the first place, usually the little ones were kept in the safety of bunkers and strongholds. And in security breaches, the young were almost always the first ones to be evacuated or hidden. For dumb metal tins, they were oddly smart about preservation. No doubt that it was thanks to ‘JCJenson IN SPAAAAACEE!!!!’ skilful coding. 

The murder bot delayed their arrival a bit, but enough to not become toast. It was as if she was dragging her feet (her wings?) at the thought of possible confrontation. Unit V hoped her leader would be asleep when she got there, for the pill baby and her audials’ sake. Night had been hectic for both of them, a good day of rest was needed.

She landed quietly outside her squad’s outpost, the menacing structure swayed thanks to the frigid wind’s will. Watching its gentle movements was almost hypnotic, one could forever dwell wondering if the thing would ever collapse to the ground. Somewhat unlikely, as long disassemblers are inhabiting it, they will keep disrepair at bay.

Cautiously, V stepped through the entrance, her mechanical “ears” terribly keen to the sound of snow crunching under her peg feet. She tried to keep her vents under control, aiming for minimum noise. Her tail freed her prey, its spark of life long gone, and stiffly curled towards the ground. 

Decoration was sparse, excluding the dismembered drone parts scattered around the tower’s inward. A few miscellaneous items, once belonging to the now lifeless, glistened with stray moonlight that managed to peek through the chinks on the metallic husk amalgamation’s walls. Definitely tripping hazards! 

She wonders if anyone complained about it already.

For a brief moment, her gaze fixated upwards on a specific corner of the spire. In the farthest area, there was an entrance to a quite hidden den. She didn’t… enjoy paying visits there frequently, preferring to only show up when it was truly necessary. “Don’t think about it,” the disassembler gal shook her head and continued with her quest, V didn’t want to linger too long at the yellow glow coming from it.

“How did the hunt go?” Slow and tired, a voice from above suddenly asked, her tail bristled up as straight as a steel bar and it felt like her core almost jumped out of her chest. Carefully, SD-V turned her head to look at the speaker, even though such action was pointless due to her true eyes having a wide visual field, mindful to conceal her new charge with her own body. J was hung upside down, deadly tail fastened like a snake around an improvised perch, metallic wings hugging herself to shield from possible threats and cold breeze. Her headband lights were dimmed, not bothered to lay bleary eyes on her teammate. Most likely filing squad reports on her internal software. “How many did you take down this time?”

“It was peachy,” carefully picked words left her sharp-toothed mouth, “I don’t remember how many but it was more than I could carry back here.” 

The leader hummed softly, clearly pleased by V’s hard work. If she wasn’t so sleepy, J would have endlessly ranted about hunting quotas and squad ranks. 

“You’re dismissed for now,” her coworker mumbled, “And it’s your turn tomorrow.”

Slowly V wandered to her personal nest and placed the egg-shaped infant on a pile of soft old clothing, ones she had collected during scouts to serve as bedding. The whole time wracking her CPU for solutions of how she would keep the tiny drone alive, out of other creatures' sight and earshot. Its digital eyes snapped the moment her clawed hands stopped contact, darted around the room analysing the new environment and then started to wobble with threats of tears. 

Whimpers started to bubble in its synthetic vocal cords, begging to be held close again. The disassembler’s eyes hollowed and quickly grabbed it. HOW DO I SOOTHE A BABY? Her mind was panicking. Serial Designation V’s usual “protocol” was to… leave them crying on their own until it stopped.

Well, he didn’t cry as much as before! And J didn’t want crybabies in the team.

“Goddammit brain, focus on right now and not that,” She whispered.

The murderous drone started to rock the pill thing at a plodding pace, V didn’t know how smart it was but made shushing sounds hoping that it quickly got the memo. Thankfully, the whining died down. She sighed, shoulders slacked and her back lay against the den’s ground with a thud. 

Disassembly drones were social creatures who usually enjoyed communal sleep, needless to say, J expected to see V hanging beside her blade cocoon-like figure next dusk. Although every squad member had their own nests they were mostly used for storage, dronelings, and the sick.

But she couldn’t leave it alone, nor place it down without risking it being discovered thanks to the sure wailing the tiny drone would emit. The whole situation screamed, “Stay with me, you have no choice!” One of her hands, the disassembler didn’t dare to remove both at the same time again, ran down her visor and face plates with a quiet groan.

“This isn’t permanent,” V convinced mentally told herself, “its stay is temporary.” Her digital eyes wandered to the oval being in her hold, its visor dots blinking with mismatched tired pacing. “Heh, still cute.” Maybe the corporate ideologue would let resting one day alone slide, right? V set an internal alarm to wake up earlier than usual, hoping to trick the leader that she was near her the whole time. 

If this became a pattern, doing her job would be borderline impossible. Well, she had a possible solution to where to leave it when her next hunting shift came. It was her turn anyway; J wouldn’t check his nest.

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Scoliosis is not my fren :(

Hating being a spine haver rn (/j)

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A Mouse Among Owls? - Chapter 01

Fandom: Murder Drones

Warnings: Background Character Death, accidental baby acquisition

Characters (so far): Serial Designation V, Uzi Doorman

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A vibrant yellow cross stared at the small thing on the floor. The feathered beast’s head tilted slightly to the side trying to figure out what it was. She felt her tail gently swishing behind, disturbing the ever-so-frigid snow. Serial Designation V’s thermal sensors detected heat emanating from it, the object’s red-yellow-green colours contrasted against a sea of blue.

Pained and terrified cries were still echoing near her. Their source was a worker who was in the process of dying. The disassembler lacked any care for its pathetic whimpering. In her opinion, their suffering made great background music. Maybe she would record it and add it to her internal audio collection folders so she could listen to it during boredom spells.

There was no need for pity; the gashes inflicted on the lesser drone’s chassis would make it soon go into FATAL ERROR by oil loss. At least, it wouldn’t be a lonely death since the rogue machine would join their fallen peers around them. Dark liquid haphazardly painted the cold surroundings, its tantalising smell as if seducing the killer angel for a taste.

No need to rush things, the workers wouldn’t return to life and flee nor would the winged lass allow any other rival disassembler to steal her sweet spoils. Normally, V would be playing and taunting with the remaining worker on its deathbed but her focus remained on the mysterious item. By reviewing her recent memory files, the metallic beast recalled it had been thrown near her feet when she dove from the sky and attacked the wandering group of toasters.

Perhaps it had been a distraction attempt? SD - V doubted the workers were smart enough for that, they were nothing more than mindless machinery. Maybe their rudimentary AI had come up with the conclusion that less weight meant it could run away faster.

The interesting oval-shaped object was wrapped by a purple and white rabbit-themed blanket, what was once snug around the thing now had noticeably loosed but still concealed the small hidden item’s identity.

She kneeled and leaned forward, both clawed hands on the snowy ground, as if essentially cornering the motionless mystery would improve the inspection. Carefully, a finger-blade lightly tapped the fabric only to feel something solid underneath. V licked her chops and removed the blanket just enough to reveal its contents.

It was like her servos had frozen; even Serial Designation V’s tail stopped dead in the air. Neon purple eyes, hollow and shaking, adorned with stress lines, stared back at her. The stare remained locked into each other’s visors until the nearby sound of sobs stole the smaller robot’s attention. Mangled worker drone carcasses were on full display, and the twin moons’ tender light made their spilt oil gleam beautifully. One had yet to pass away, its off-putting sounds worsening the situation tenfold.

A strangled whine escaped the pill baby’s voicebox, momentarily restraining itself, before scaling into full grating wailing. V’s stringy tail lowered to the ground and curled up around one of her pointy legs, the toxic yellow cross on her visor quickly was replaced by normal drone eyes. The disassembly machine had an unreadable facial expression, her body was as still as a statue except for her quivering claws.

“Shit shit shit shitshitshit,” were the words the murder bot gal started to scream within the confines of her mind. Mind, core, and code began to caterwaul against each other as if trying to bend the rivalling wants to its will by being the loudest.

Drones like her were made to adapt to every environment and situation with the sole goal of completing their mission. Yet this scenario was new; she had no prior experience, and the expected outcome would surely leave a bitter taste in her jaws. What was she supposed to do when every part of her was in conflict?

Serial Designation V’s gaze briefly wandered to the suffering, bleeding, worker not far from them. Its suffering was finally reaching the end, the rogue machine would be of no help if it was dead. The untrained neural network wouldn’t last long if V allowed them to “flee” together, other predatory robots would be attracted by the dark sweet liquid leaking from their wounds. She doubted the thing would even make it very far, a few metres and the drone would undoubtedly collapse back on the polar desert’s cold surface.

“Maybe… maybe I could just leave it he–”, the usually fierce disassembly machine shook her head. Starvation would claim the tiny aluminium infant, a drawn-out demise if not found by others, and terribly agonising for a being who isn’t familiar with neglected hunger pangs. Stabbing through its CPU would be quicker and, hopefully, less painful. Furthermore, it was unlikely another disassembler would terminate the thing if they stumbled on it. “Too little oil, not worth the effort,” they would probably think to themselves.

V lifted a single, trembling, sharp blade ready to spear through the artificial baby’s visor. Seconds passed by, the deadly claws hovering over its smaller form, and she couldn’t compel herself to do what was supposed to be her job. The ferocious hunter, the one who enjoyed prolonging her prey’s misery and experimenting with how much damage it could sustain before permanently shutting down, was reluctant to tear a UNN to shreds. If other squads became aware of this, they would surely crack up at this fact.

Poor thing was crying its speakers out, scrunched LED eyes, wiggling erratically on the ground. So utterly defenceless, they couldn’t even try to turn tail as it lacked any limbs, under the claws of an oilfeeder. Looking closely at the thing, it resembled the– Nope, not thinking about that right now!

No living being stays young forever, untrained neural networks get older and moult from their infantile shape. When this one achieved the milestone, it would die by her claws or by her teammates. And if the pill drone died before that due to someone else’s actions, that would still be alright. V will turn a blind eye, as long it isn’t her fault.

SD - V swapped her claws back to her ordinary hands and gingerly cradled the robot infant close to her chest. The embrace was warm, so different from Copper-9’s freezing winds. For that moment the taller being’s fans were audible to the pill drone, the proximity allowed so. Her cries decreased in intensity, the gentle back rubbing and the ceasing of death gurgles lulled the tiny one into quietness. Bawling took a toll on the pill baby, making it enter SLEEP MODE. Dormant in a monster’s arms, killer of her kind, it was comforting nonetheless.

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Little spider monster I doodled

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Let's gooooo, just posted my fanfic's first chapter :D

Summary:

A vibrant yellow cross stared at the small thing on the floor. Serial Designation V’s thermal sensors detected heat emanating from it

By reviewing her recent memory files, the metallic beast recalled it had been thrown near her feet when she dove from the sky and attacked the wandering group of toasters. The interesting oval-shaped object was wrapped by a purple and white rabbit-themed blanket.

Carefully, a finger-blade lightly tapped the fabric only to feel something solid underneath, what was once snug around the thing now had noticeably loosed but still concealed the small hidden item’s identity. V licked her chops and removed the blanket just enough to reveal its contents.

It was like her servos had frozen; even Serial Designation V’s tail stopped dead in the air.

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Little sibling and I were drawing on a ceramic wall (with washable bath crayons, our mother allowed us to doodle on it)

I really liked this one I made :D

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Crusty ahh sketch

It's supposed to be me :]

So it's kinda a self-portrait?

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Progress on my fanfiction project ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿