#Murder drone pads

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New jcjenson merch drop 😌😌🎀🎀-murder drones (shit! Post)

I made this out of pure boredom, chat I love being a female and bleeding against my will😃😃(no I don’t, someone save me)

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is this how female drones have their cherry slush days

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Did I Make You Scream?

Billy Loomis x f!Reader SMUT

"Am I the most fucking fantastic freak you've ever seen...?"

Cw: SMUT, AFAB Reader, Established Relationship (Billy x Reader instead of Sidney), Reader wears a skirt for ✨convenience✨, Reader's called "good girl" one (1) time, Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Cunnilingus, Reader's pu$$y referred to as "she" one (1) time, Allusion to squirting?

MDNI

Act 2 was inspired by this Billy post! (Link to a pr0n video beware)

You've always hated horror movies.

The jumpscares, the excessive gore, the awkwardly-placed sex scenes all never appealed to you, even as you sat covered by a fuzzy blanket on Stu's couch with your boyfriend's hand resting on your leg, his thumb idly brushing over your knee. As the movie droned on, you'd found yourself rather enamored by the sight of the VHS slot instead of the kills that Billy was intently watching. You sighed and rested your head against his shoulder, adjusting yourself in a way that caused his hand to slide just a little closer to your inner thigh.

Without a word or tearing his eyes away from the TV, Billy leaned his head onto yours. As what felt like the hundredth murder scene ended, he turned and nosed your hair with a soft kiss. You cracked a soft smile and nuzzled into his shirt. His hand slipped further up your thigh, getting dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. You leaned up to glare at him, silently telling him off at the sight of his faint smirk.

Billy didn't stop. Instead, he ventured further into your skirt. The tips of his fingers trailed along the edge of your panties all while keeping his darkened eyes on you. In retrospect, you should have known he'd try something. He never wanted to stop touching you, always tracking you down just to hold your hand or wrap his arm around you. You never minded, of course, but with his clinginess came his "horny teenager" side as well and it was never easy to deny him when just the look of a desperate Billy made you want him just as much.

The pads of two fingers ghosted over your clothed clit, causing your legs to widen around your boyfriend's arm before instantly snapping shut as he rolled your clit between the very same fingers. Biting your lip, you readjusted in your seat, praying that your moves didn't seem suspicious to any of the people around you. Knowing them — especially Randy and Stu — they'd make some crude remark even if Billy's touches were completely innocent.

As his hand continued its slow circles, Billy kissed the side of your head again before nuzzling into your hair and whispering, "No sudden noises."

All you could do was side eye him as he turned his gaze back to the movie. You tried to do the same, but your focus was completely on Billy's hand. It pressed against your clit, deft fingers running in deliciously slow circles. As the music in the film rose in pitch, his hand left your clit, sneakily pulling your panties to the side before its teasing returned on your slick heat. You readjusted again in an attempt to hide the way your hips chased after his touch. Billy remained stoic, eyes glued to the movie. When the killer appeared again on screen, his middle finger slowly pushed in.

One glance in your boyfriend's direction told you he was having to hold back too; his body briefly tensed and biting his own lip. His eyes fluttered shut as he inserted another finger, relishing in the way you clenched around the two as another girl on screen fell limply to the floor in a puddle of blood. He carefully pumped into you, wanting to remain as quiet as possible lest the idiots beside him caught on. Your own hand, the one closest to Billy, clutched his forearm, a feeble attempt at trying to find a way to keep silent.

Billy kept fucking you with his fingers, biting back a shiver as your arousal coated his hand. It was surely dripping onto the couch, not that either of you really cared. If it was in Stu's house, it's definitely experienced worse. As Billy slumped further into the back of the couch, his wetted hand slipped out, trailing your slick up to rub your clit again. Your free hand gripped the couch cushion under you. You were close and if Billy didn't stop, you weren't sure you could bite back the sounds when you'd inevitably come. He must have sensed it too as, not missing a beat, he retracted his hand and slid your underwear back into place.

You huffed and attempted to throw a glare at him, unsure if it actually came out upset or more pleading. Billy's hand trailed up your thigh, leaving a trail of your arousal along your skin.

As if it were a miracle, the movie ended not long after, but as Randy got up to grab another tape, Billy announced that you weren't feeling well and offered to take you to Stu's parents' room to rest. You stared at him as he stood, grabbing your arm to bring you with him. He pushed you a step ahead as you made your way out of the living room and up to the nearest empty bedroom.

He shut the door behind him and slid the lock into place before demanding, "Sit your pretty ass on that bed."

You obeyed without a word, immediately sitting at the edge. Billy stalked toward you, brown eyes darting around your form before dropping to his knees in front of you, hands prying your legs apart as he innocently gazed up to your face.

"So fucking pretty...My good girl..," he uttered before biting a kiss into your inner thigh. He placed a few more, inching closer to your wet heat. His fingers looped into the waistband of your underwear, meeting your eyes once more as he tugged them off. His face neared your core. "She's been waiting for me, huh?"

You nodded, watching with bated breath as Billy's tongue darted out to lick a line along your slit. His lips enclosed around your clit, expertly sucking as his eyes fluttered closed. His tongue explored you as if it hasn't in years, like it was his first meal in decades. The hand stationed on your thigh left, pushing two fingers into you one by one. You bit your lip as a whine slipped through with a roll of your hips. His fingers pistoned into that sensitive spot in you, an obvious and deprived switch from how slowly they teased you earlier.

"Fuck..." Your shaking whisper was the first time you'd spoken in hours and it came as your head lolled back, feeling your denied orgasm from before returning. "Baby..."

Billy's lips abandoned you to press a wet kiss to your pubic bone. "Come for me, baby."

At his command, your hand laced into his hair, guiding his mouth back to your clit. He growled against your skin, fingers moving even faster.

"Fuck, it's coming baby..," you moaned, holding him impossibly close as the coil in your stomach tightened. With another, harsher suck to your clit, you bucked into his mouth as you finally came, clutching the bed under you as you threw head back with a gasp. Buried beneath your trembling moans, you heard the squishing sound of Billy's fingers guiding you through your orgasm, your juices trickling down his arm as he continued the assault. You chanted expletives until Billy eased up after your legs began to shake.

He pulled away, looking you dead in the eyes as he licked your arousal from his fingers, a habit he'd grown to love after your first time together. You smiled weakly, following his every move as he sat straighter and brought you in for a tender kiss. As he pulled back, a hand on the back of your head and the other resting comfortably on your thigh, he whispered, "I love you. So damn much, baby."

"Love you too..." you replied before cupping his head and bringing him in for another, passionate kiss.

Maybe horror movies weren't so bad after all.

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A redraw of one of my favorite scenes from Murder Drones: Intermission

And now it’s mandatory gushing time.

I sincerely adore this piece of fan work so much. Murder Drones is one of my favorite pieces of modern media, but it has one big issue imo: lack of padding. Everything is happening so fast that it feels like some point of character developments get looked over in favor of the plot (bit of a slow burn person, lmao)

Cabin fever is one of my favorite episodes, and I was kinda disappointed we didn’t really get much interaction of Uzi after the camp. I would have loved to see how she reacts to her solver powers manifesting further n all that fun jazz. This fan work helps fill that gap :3

Also I LOVE UZI AND V INTERACTION IT FILLS MY BRAIN WITH HAPPINESS YUHHHHHHHH- anyway

Please, if you have not watched Murder Drones: Intermission, I highly recommend it. A lot of labor and love went into it, and it reflects

Oh and

Scene that I redrew lol

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✨Staticmoth wedding headcanons✨

Because I have a lot of thoughts but can't come up with the plot to turn it into fic

�� Vox absolutely loses his shit. You would think that Valentino would be a groomzilla material but oh no no, Val just wants sexy dress and enough coke to last three days of partying. Vox needs everything perfect. He has his grand vision and is ready to tear with bare hands everyone who does not deliver. During the preparation time, he murders as many people as Val usually does. Velvette bails on being the wedding planner after just two weeks because it was seriously straining their friendship. But after a month, she's back in the game. Why? Because Vox strangled three other wedding planners in frustration, and things weren't moving forward, so Val was starting to freak out.

✨ The event is held at the Vees' Tower. I reckon they've got a venue suitable for hosting conferences and porn award shows.

✨ It's a grand event. I'm talking Grand™, like the Kim K and Kanye West of Hell kind of grand. But it's also elite, so the guest list isn't that long, around 200 invited people plus 50 ticketed spots for anyone willing to drop 100k hellish bucks to attend. Everything is dripping with gold and diamonds because "quiet luxury" isn't in the Vees' vocabulary. The whole affair reflects Val's aesthetic more, as it's Vox's love letter to him. Vox already had his wedding, and now it's time to fulfill his husband's dreams. So Val makes about 90% of the decisions without shouldering any real responsibilities. Which is fine by everyone because he's annoying as hell when it comes to picking roses, flamingo feathers, and starters. Nobody wants to put him in high-stress situations. Expect lots of red, pink, and gold, with heavy, decadent fabrics and neon lights; it's like an exclusive brothel meets the Las Vegas strip.

✨ When it comes to flowers, they settled on roses because they're Vox's favorites, which naturally made them Val's favorite too, given the sheer number of bouquets he's received. Vox, being the freak he is, counts every single bouquet he's ever given to Val. So, for their wedding, he ensures there are twice as many roses. Yes, he's a pathological overachiever.

✨ As for attractions, there’s a plethora of erotic dancers in cages and mesmerizing drone light shows. Karaoke, slot machines, live cooking stations, and all the drugs you can imagine. And let's not forget a fountain flowing with tequila. It's a true adult wonderland.

✨ Valentino skips the whole white dress thing and rocks a fierce red latex gown that's very Mugler but with a fetishcore twist. Vox keeps it sleek in a sharp black three-piece suit. His shirt's a bold blue, and his tie matches Val's dress. His shoulder pads are pointy, his waist is slutty, his ass looks divine. Oh yeah, about slutty waist - underneath the shirt he is hiding a leather corset, as a treat for the wedding night.

✨ Also none of them really have friends other than Velvette, just associates so there are no groomsmen/maids.

✨ Since there aren't any traditional churches or government officials in Hell (if there's even a government at all), Velvette takes on the role of officiating the wedding. Vox isn't entirely thrilled with this choice because there's always the risk she might crack a joke or publicly rib him, but hey, there's really no one else who could pull it off. I imagine that a wedding in Hell is also some form of magical contract but more about partnership than ownership. They do not exchange rings but blood sksksk also I don’t think that Vox can really wear rings with his claws? And they couldn't quite agree on a design that satisfied both of them. In the end, Val ends up wearing his illegally imported engagement ring from Earth, featuring four pink diamonds shaped like a moth's wings.

✨ Val's vow is, well, atrocious. It's the kind of thing that would definitely land him in one of those TikTok compilations of terrible grooms ruining their weddings. He mentions cream pieing Vox at least once. Vox at first freaks out but seconds later realizes Wow that's the man I'm marrying. I wouldn't want him any other way On the flip side, Vox's vow is immaculate. Crafted with the assistance of Voxtek's CMO and practiced to perfection, it leaves everyone in awe. He has out-of-body experience playing this role of prince charming.

✨ For their first dance, they opt for a steamy tango. Picture this: swirling red smoke on the floor, making it seem like they're dancing on the sky of the pride ring when the sun is setting down. Little do the guests know, the smoke is laced with drugs, sending most of them on a wild trip. The party quickly goes off the rails, but in the best way possible (according to the Vees’ standards).

✨ The cake is a five-tier monstrosity with five different flavors: tres leches and chocolate-cherry chosen by Val, confetti cake and strawberry cheesecake chosen by Vox and Red Velvet for Velvette because she couldn't shut up about it To top it all off, there's a big chocolate figure of Vox and Valentino dancing. Val is later caught drunk, eating it with his bare hands like the filthy animal he is.

✨ Velvette’s wedding gift is a pair of customized matching guns with small engravings that read "Partners in Crime."

✨ Valentino pulls off a surprise special pole dance performance as a wedding gift for his husband. Let's just say it's scorching hot and leaves at least 50 guests with, uh, visible excitement. Later on, things almost escalate to a full-on table bang, but...

✨ Velvette spends the entire evening reminding them that they can't just vanish to consummate their marriage because this whole party took months of preparations, and they need to be present. After all, people paid good money to be around them. The threat of cock cages hangs over their heads, but they promise to behave. However, Val being the horny beast he is, ends up taking Vox to the bathroom for a quickie anyway. Velvette decides to let it slide this time.

✨ At least 20 casualties mark the night. Vox ends up zapping one of the guests who gets a bit too clingy with Val during the dance. Meanwhile, Val gets into a brawl and, well, let's just say it doesn't end well for the other guy. Surprisingly, everyone seems to be having a great time, but hey, these are the Vees' colleagues we're talking about—they thrive on violence and sex.

✨ Yeah, there's no shortage of sex at this party. With a guest list mainly consisting of businesspeople, adult performers, and mobsters, tensions escalate rapidly. By around 3 A.M., half of the party is busy getting down and dirty in every corner imaginable.

✨ When Vox reaches the perfect level of drunkenness, he seizes control of the DJ station. Surprisingly, he's a natural, dropping beats like a pro and having an absolute blast. Val, meanwhile, goes absolutely wild watching him, thrilled to see Vox letting loose and embracing his creative side.

✨ Derek, Vox's assistant, is the odd one out, the only low-status person to snag an invite because Vox felt kinda generous. But truth be told, Derek hates the idea and wasn't keen on attending. However, when Melissa caught wind of his invitation, she practically dragged him there to be his plus one, desperate to get closer to Velvette. Derek's terrified of most of the guests, but Melissa's over the moon. She later fucks him as a reward for being a very brave boy. Angel is not invited because he would ruin mood of both grooms.

✨ Valentino had prepared the filthiest, kinkiest, most elaborate wedding night, but it doesn't go as planned. Surprisingly, things turn out very vanilla for their standards, with a lot of missionary, eye contact, and hand-holding. After 16 hours of non-stop action, they're both too exhausted to even think about getting creative.

Thank you @purrpleowl @watcherofeternalflame @canadianlucifer @aroromantic @malu897 @staticmothed @chaggieslovechild @gumm1defloor @mayflowersfly for your thoughts!

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Relic - Pt. 14 "A World in a Grain of Sand"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧ Dreams are messages from the deep ✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: Third person POV, she/her AFAB FMC, explicit sexual content, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum and big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, plans within plans, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced abuse, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable/ Emotional/Possessive Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, murder, teaching the universe about feminism, female rage, Frank Herbert would frown, No actually he would kneel in front of me, putting the science and the porn in sci-fi, angst with a happy ending

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

A/N: Giving you the eyebrow 🤨 because no one seems to have picked up on a tiny, little, important detail that was to be found in the last chapter, or at least no one mentioned it 😌 Finally I can write what I really crave to write. IT'S SCIENCE TIME 💖

Reposted from my Ao3 💕| Masterlist | Relic Masterlist

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Day 31

"I have one last question, little slave," Vladimir Harkonnen drones from his afloat position, a celestial body of massive dimensions in front of the somber backdrop of his throne room, black within black with only a single glow globe illuminating the back of him. He prefers to shun the black sun these days, as glorious as it may be, it brings out the myriad of spider veins beneath his frail, aged skin.

"Yes, Lord Baron?" The unremarkable slave's voice echoes from below.

"What is this… ancient piece of metal in my dear nephew's toy's room?"

"I believe you must know more about it than I do. I assume you had it examined before it was unloaded and brought inside?"

"Naturally!" Vladimir raises his voice. The slave with her bowed head can't see the way the aged Baron squints to get a clearer picture of her. Afloat as he is, she is little more than a splotch of white against black, and an unwelcomely blurry one.

The examination had revealed a human shaped mold, cushioned with gel pads, thick tubes for coolant, a recycling system with residue nutrient solution, solar panels for energy harvesting. No traces of radiation or explosives. It almost seems like the metal box is exactly what the sisterhood had made it out to be. A hibernation chamber for a fossil from another time. However, it wouldn't be the first myth created by the Bene Gesserit.

"I know you are looking for something substantial, my Lord, and so was I," the slave speaks after the Baron's elongated pause. "But I'm afraid the truth is as embarrassing as it is mundane. I've come to believe that she keeps it close out of raw sentimentality. She's a sentimental creature, that woman."

Lilia has always loved danger and the long, twisted inkvine scar on her shoulder from girlhood days is just one proof of that. Perhaps that's why she so effortlessly serves the Baron velvet lies.

"Ah-h-h, like my Feyd-Rautha then. It doesn't surprise me," the Baron drawls, lungs expanding with a raspy heaviness to each intake of air.

In all his years as Giedi Prime's sovereign, Vladimir Harkonnen has never learned that the promise of a kind embrace outweighs the threat of violence tenfold and that a spark of human goodness can sway a servant's loyalty quicker than a snap of a whip.

"She calls it her sarcophagus," Lilia adds with a tiny scoff that doesn't go unnoticed by the Baron now that he has lowered himself and sinks back into the much more comfortable seat of his throne. The intimidation tactic has fulfilled its purpose.

He bellows. "So, she's got good humor too! A pity she's not a boy. I could have borrowed her sometimes."

The obedient set of Lilia's shoulders and her lowered gaze don't betray the noxious clench that has her stomach convulsing. Perhaps this is the only advantage of being a woman in the Harkonnen palace pyramid.

Day 45

The lack of color that had once bothered her into the throes of a slowly crawling depression is now a pleasure. The blackness of her abode has come to serve as the perfect desktop for columns of text and equations, formulations and simulations and hand-written notes that have her mouth moving and her eyeballs racing.

Her sarcophagus leeches the day's sun, side panels open to give way to rotating cooling fans. The Central Processing Unit of the computer that makes up half of the machinery inside buzzes from the strain she puts on it.

Astronaut M2-84 has finally come home and picked up the work of her own, chosen destiny.

Talking to God, Mikhail had whispered to his wife, is what the Lady is doing. But what she really does is think, read, calculate. Engineers born on the cusp of the astronautic age don't have their oily hands in tool boxes. Most of the time, they tell machines how to build other machines, and to do so, one needs to understand the laws of physics. 

This is how Feyd-Rautha finds her each night. Sometimes sunken against the cushions of her bed, or slumped over her desk, staring at the wall with dancing pupils. And other times, like tonight, she sits right by her Sarcophagus, shoulder pressed against the humming metal. She claims the connection between computer and chip is quicker this way.

Silently, Feyd's stride carries him across the room towards his precious engineer. Movement catches his attention at the right and the sight he finds causes a slow tilt of his head.

One quarter of her bed is filled out by a misshapen form, tucked under duvet and whalefur. Glugo lies prone on its stomach, limbs folded tightly against its covered body. Only one front arm-leg peaks out and cradles her plushie against its innocent pug face. Something glossy-white with small handles on each side is held in front of Glugo's mouth by tiny face-hands with liquid sloshing inside.

She has tucked Glugo in like a toddler. And, from the looks of it, she has printed it a sippy cup.

Feyd-Rautha feels all sorts of warmth filling out his chest. If because he wants to be tucked in like a toddler, or because his only friend is finally receiving the gentleness it deserves, or because of a different reason entirely, he can't tell. He raises his hand to wave at Glugo who gurgles softly in return, one tiny face-hand unlatching from the cup handle to wave back.

Glug glug glug.

"You're losing weight." Feyd approaches his beloved slowly. "I don't like it."

"One second, I'm at ninety-eight point five. Seven. Ninety-nine."

"Have you found out anything interesting today, my darling?"

He is long past asking what exactly she's doing, why they aren't simply figuring out a way to get his uncle to take his shield ring off so they can get a blade between his ribs. Or rather a sword, to pierce the obscene, fatty flesh costume he calls his body.

"Your spice—" His darling slurs with a concerning jump to her pupils.

"I don't take spice anymore." Feyd tilts his head and squats down before her, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Ah, wait, what do you mean, not anymore?" Finally, her eyes regain focus and her arms fill with tension, fingers moving up to encircle Feyd-Rautha's strong wrists.

"There's my darling," he smiles with pretty, full lips and glinting teeth, stroking her cheeks. "So, what about my spice?"

"Not your spice in particular." Her hand flings out to gesture at the universe above. "Your spice shares a few molecular compounds with the medication I took to prepare for the cryo sleep." 

Feyd-Rautha's features slip into disbelief, a fresh frown carving deep into the smooth expanse of his forehead.

"Why does this surprise you?" She wonders.

"Spice is unique to Arrakis. Power over the spice means power over everything. How could you have had spice back on Earth without sandworms?"

"First of all, spice, much like anything else, is just protons, electrons and neutrons. With the right tools, you could, in theory, synthesize any molecule."

"And you have such a tool in your Sarcophagus?" 

"No! God, no." She laughs out loud and curls her arms around Feyd-Rautha's shoulders in a much needed embrace. Her very eyeballs ache and her spine feels calcified from leaning against the sarcophagus.

To him, it must seem like the solution to just about anything might be hidden in her cryo pod or in her precious chip, but it really holds only a fragment of the technological advancements of Old Earth. The last generation before mankind had embarked to the stars was an ingenious one. They had to be, and their knowledge is safely tucked into the 80 Billion terabyte hard-drive of her supercomputer. She may not have all the tools, but the knowledge to build them — in theory.

She taps the top of the cryo pod and hums. "Building molecules from scratch is not like building houses out of toy blocks. You need to accumulate tremendous amounts of energy in a lab environment to trigger complex chemical reactions."

"You've already built a chair from scratch, and a gun. And now a sippy cup for Glugo?" He states with an incredulous rasp of his voice.

"I couldn't bear seeing it drink from dog bowls anymore. And it struggled so much with cups and glasses, Lilia had to change the sheets twice because the poor thing kept spilling everything."

"You… You are fascinating, my darling." She doesn't miss the spark of arousal that lets Feyd's eyes half disappear under a fan of long lashes. "My point still stands, you've built other things before."

"Yes, but the materials were already there, I just had them pressed into the shape I desired." Feyd tilts his head and she cradles his jaw, stroking across the plushnes of his cheeks. "Were you not taught about chemistry?" Slowly, he shakes his head. "Ah, well, I will explain it to you another time then."

Feyd slides his mouth into her palm, groaning softly. "You know so much. How is it possible that you had spice 24 millenia ago?"

"Not spice. I said my pre-cryo medication shares a few interesting enzymes with spice." She slides one palm around Feyd-Rautha's nape of the neck and softly brings their foreheads together. "My people also used to think their own civilization was the pinnacle of all that has ever been. It was unthinkable that maybe the Aztecs or Sumerians were more advanced. That's how you are too. 

   You think spice is unique to Arrakis and the technological advancements you have derived from the Holtzman effect are the peak of what is achievable, because it suits you so nicely. But human evolution has never been a linear incline. You have fascinating medicine, Gholas and space travel… But who knows, maybe my people were smarter than yours. Maybe our engineers and chemists were smarter."

"You know so much," he moans again and she knows better than to keep boring him with details. One day, when the many other fires in his heart have settled, she can stoke his interest in science. Feyd is smart. He will come to be fascinated by it. 

"This universe is devouring itself because there is no innovation," she softly murmurs. "No one dares to go further, look further, break out of the pattern. Maybe they don't want to, because the consequences scare them. Mentats only do as their Lords bid…"

When Feyd's lips close in on hers, with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy stare, her ramblings subside into grateful, blissful silence, choosing to welcome his tongue in her mouth instead.

Day 59

"Silence!"

The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam's voice ripples in the shape of a waveform pattern across the engineer's interface, recorded many decades ago by Baron Harkonnen himself and transferred to the House archive for research purposes.

Other lines of the same encounter, she is certain, were deliberately removed. Such as when the Reverend Mother, then a young woman, had ordered the Baron to hold still so she could mount him and steal the seed out of his body that would sire the Lady Jessica.

She only knows of this story because of Feyd-Rautha, and what it had cost him to learn it, she doesn't even want to know.

"Silence!"

She can only imagine that Piter de Vries' research on the matter might have consisted to a considerable amount of snide mockery, going by Feyd's recountings of the late mentat, hence why the files were so perfectly abandoned and ready for her to pick apart.

Carefully, she separates the impressive cluster of different wavelengths that make up the audio fragment, finding portions all the way from the high-frequency to the low-frequency audible spectrum, some even so low that they are no longer perceived as sound by the human ear.

The astronaut remembers how the Reverend Mother had tested her in an archaic show of deference, forced onto her knees with her hand in a box while the older woman addressed the pain receptors in her brain via an inaudible wavelength. She may not have moved her lips, but that doesn't mean she didn't cause the air molecules to oscillate.

Technically speaking, this renders the mysteriously omnipotent sisterhood into little more than ventriloquists. That image of demystification offers at least a little comfort to the humiliation provided by the memory of searing pain in every nerve.

She reclines in her chair, swallowing against the dry itch in her throat while she strings together a few fairly simple lines of code.

Curiously, the voice doesn't affect her physiology when played from an artificial source, such as the micro speaker soldered onto her chip's tiny board.

She can only assume that by manipulation of the larynx, wielders of the voice can propel pressure waves in a way that a speaker can not. How exactly this forces the human brain into submission, the engineer cannot tell, but she doesn't need to, to tinker on some offensively simple counter magic to the Bene Gesserit's seemingly almighty tool of control.

Noise cancellation is as simple as letting a speaker emit a sound wave with the same amplitude but an inverted phase. The sound waves cancel each other out in destructive interference.

As much as this scientific victory entices her, it frustrates her endlessly that all of the side research she picks up to take her mind off the real problem bears more fruit.

"Refreshments for you, my Lady!" Lilia's voice snaps her out of her brooding thoughts. The maid slips through the door, bringing a tray of fresh fruit and the stimulating citrus drink that her Lady has come to enjoy as of late. "It's been three hours, it's time to take a break."

"Ugh, three? Felt like one." That explains the dry throat. The relic arches her spine and presses her knuckles against her closed lids until tiny flashes prickle across the dark.

Lilia's footsteps close in at her side along with four other pairs of hand-feet. She sets the tray down on the desk.

"And have you made any progress today, my Lady?"

"Not with the one thing that matters, but yes." She reaches for the pitcher but finds her hands gently shooed away by Lilia who insists on pouring the glass for her, tiny bubbles fizzing in the lemon water.

"Oooh! Have you thought about these visions, my Lady?" The handmaid's ears perk up with interest, enamored with the story of how Feyd and her Lady had gotten to know each other in dreams ever since she had indulged her.

Lilia regards the phenomenon of their getting acquainted with the eyes of a romantic. For the engineer however, this is the only topic that frustrates her more than finding a workaround for the Holtzman effect to get past the Baron's shield.

"Dreams, visions, I don't fucking know. I don't even want to think about them because they drive me fucking crazy." The engineer reaches for her glass and drinks with big gulps, making the maid flinch by how forcefully she slams it back down.

The crescent shaped scar she herself had created on Feyd's clavicle when grappling for his blade is the same that had decorated his skin in their lucid dreams. So, visions? But the topics they had discussed during their shared nights are events of the past. It defies logic, it's paradox. The thing that scares her the most, however, is the fact that the Baron's abuse was still real in those dreams. If they truly were visions of the future, does that mean her research is in vain and he will live?

There is no phenomenon that can't be explained, not even prophetic dreams. But not by her, and not yet.

"Sorry," she apologizes and rubs her temples, finding Glugo staring at her with big, milky eyes, one hand-foot clinging to Lilia's skirt. The engineer's heart softens at once and she leans towards her insecure looking friend. "Aw, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to scare you both, my poor, little— Aw!"

Glugo curls four out of its eight limbs around her calves and rests its chin on her knee, pearly eyes aimed unerringly at the pitcher of sparkling drink on the desk.

"That's citrus," she explains. "I don't think you'll like citrus…"

One of the Tleilaxu creature's oily-black hand-feet clutches the table's edge, another incessantly reaches for the glass container.

"Okay, fine, but just a tiny sip. Where's your cup?"

Glugo glugs cluelessly, looking at Lilia for help. Still, both women are uncertain if the being has any grasp on human language, or if it simply recognizes a question by the inflection of one's voice. 

The handmaid locates Glugo's cup in the folds of the duvet and quickly washes out the remnants of pink liquid over the sink in the bath before filling a finger of citrus inside. The creature's hand-feet tippy-tap on the tiles, reaching for the shiny container to take its first curious gulp.

Glugo's pug face puckers into a scrunched up grimace at once, face-hands releasing the sippy cup with an indignant noise.

Glurgh!

Day 93

It is a few weeks later, while Feyd and Mikhail are out brawling, that she figures it out.

"M'lord, I really am sorry," Mikhail laments, his flesh stripped of color as the black sun roars down on his bare torso. The na-Baron and he are prowling around each other in a tight circle, unarmed aside from their fists.

"You told me already." Feyd-Rautha's grating voice cuts through the sweltering air. The training ring's roof is retracted, giving way to blazing white skies and a heat that Giedi Prime's life forms have adapted to. "Five times. Another time, and I might just cut out your tongue."

"Ya know I had to take yer Lady to them bath chambers. Baron commanded it, and I can't just—" 

"Shut up, boy!" Feyd's boots crunch in the sandy gravel, shoulders rolling. He is stronger than Mikhail, rounded arms and pectorals contrasting a powerful, slender waist. The guard's physique is more wiry, taut muscles stretched across visible ribs. The glorious sun brings out an overabundance of gray scars.

"Boy, eh? Ain't any older than you, my Lord!" Feyd is surprised, tilting his head at the deceptive edges of the guard's features that make him look closer to 40.

"Fine, then shut up, brother!" Feyd bares his teeth and clenches his fists hard, veins rippling across his forearms. "What are the rules?" 

Mikhail's fist springs forward and punches Feyd-Rautha in the guts. He nearly doubles over, groaning in pain. Spit drips from his open mouth into the sand. 

"Rules?" The guard quips and aims his elbow for the na-Baron's nose. Feyd dodges with a semi-graceful dive to the side, taking the blow to his ear instead. He tastes blood on his tongue.

This man is bold. He has no manners. Feyd likes him. 

Mikhail is smaller, thinner, but he fights like a mongrel, like someone whose ferocious survival instincts have carried him from across the svart valta all the way to the royal palace in Barony. And Feyd struggles.

And by the black sun, he loses. Few things have ever excited him so much. After nearly an hour of grappling in the scorching heat, Feyd-Rautha finds himself on his back in the gravel, panting for dear life, ears ringing from the last punch square across his jaw. He barely hears Mikhail's voice when he praises that he had fought well, but he feels the brotherly smack on his sandy chest, right on top of a wicked bruise.

Every bone and muscle burns when he drags himself to his personal bath chambers. It was, undoubtedly, the best fight of Feyd-Rautha's life.

"Lilia! I've got it! I fucking got it, do you see this?!"

Pixelated particles give way to a bullet that cuts through them like a harpoon through water.

"What, my Lady? See what?" The maid dashes into the bedroom from the antechamber with flying skirts.

"It's so simple, I'm so stupid." The relic has jumped up from the desk, fingers twisted like claws around the back of her chair while her chest heaves with laughter and a threat of tears. Lilia, of course, cannot see the baffling results of the simulation on the engineer's interface.

The Lady lurches over to the cryo pod, leaving the tilted chair swaying and falling down on the tiles with a bang. She mutters something along the lines of 'must build it', before her voice dissolves into foreign, ancient tongues and a shiver runs down Lilia's spine. Her voice so alien, her ways so enigmatic, she truly is a relic cracked open, pouring her forbidden knowledge into the world. 

But she is also a human and Lilia feels her Lady's voice and shaking body teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown as she snaps open several compartments of the sarcophagus.

"You figured it out, that's wonderful!" This barely gets the engineer's attention, so she curls her fingers around the woman's shoulder, gently forcing her away from the compartments. The relic slumps down with her back to the sarcophagus.

"I need to build it. I know there's laser diodes in there, I only need to—"

"Please, my Lady, you need to breathe deeply. Why don't you explain it to me first?" Lilia squats in front of her, holding her wrists in her warm hands. Her Lady is trembling, her breath too shallow and fast.

"It's so simple, I could build it in an hour."

"Please, do me the favor," Lilia insists and brackets the woman's trembling knees between her own. Finally, her Lady exhales a long sigh and lets her head sink against the humming metal.

"Alright," she agrees and starts with a jittery voice. "So, you're aware of what the Holtzman effect is?"

"Ah, yes, I think so?" The maid hadn't really known the term before her Lady had started rambling about it. "Shields and heighliners?"

The one discovery that has shaped the entire human universe and kept it shackled since then, and the average commoner barely even knows its name. The relic doesn't hold it against Lilia. In a world where “eat or be eaten” takes on a literal meaning, the last thing to worry about is science. So, she wills her voice into calmness. If she's going to try and explain it, she at least wants to do it well.

"The Holtzman effect is responsible for the four major technologies that have made the world into what it is today. The first one — shields. No fast-moving object can pass through a shield, so guns like these?" She points towards her nightstand. "They've been useless for millennia. That's why you've resorted to close combat weapons."

"I was wondering why you went for a gun and not a blade." Lilia tilts her head. Close combat weapons are all that she's ever personally encountered. She knows that lasguns exist and that each Great House has an arsenal of atomic warheads, but every soldier has a sword on their hip, not a gun.

"Melee weapons seem so…" The engineer struggles to find a corresponding word in Galach. "Medieval to me. Archaic. Warfare on Earth was nothing like this."

"What was it like?" Lilia whispers in awe, noticing her Lady's shaking abate second by second.

"You could obliterate entire cities within the blink of an eye. A million different ways to set a home on fire and kill a population from a thousand miles away. It was terrible." Which is why what she has discovered is just as terrible.

The relic continues. "The other three technologies derived from the Holtzman effect are suspensors, glowglobes and space travel. You know why I was in that metal coffin here?" She taps against the sarcophagus. "Because a journey within our own solar system would take several years. You however can travel to the other side of the universe within the blink of an eye, through a quantum tunnel."

Lilia has never left the planet, but to imagine trade and travel without space-folding almost strikes her as ridiculous. All of humanity, reduced to just one, single planet. The cradle of mankind. The thought humbles her.

"And all four of these are based on one single effect?" Lilia considers herself an intelligent woman, but she doubts she can understand what took her Lady weeks to figure out.

"The essence of the Holtzman effect lies in how subatomic particles interact with each other."

"Subatomic?"

"Any type of matter is made of smaller building blocks. This metal for example is made of all kinds of molecules, which are made of atoms, and every single atom is made of protons, electrons and neutrons. These are called subatomic particles. Protons and neutrons make up the nucleus of an atom, and you can imagine the electrons orbiting the nucleus almost like planets a sun."

The handmaid quite enjoys that mental image. It's like the smallest particles exist in a cosmos of their own. "So, the Holtzman effect has something to do with protons, electrons and neutrons?" Lilia imagines, if she could have gone to school like she wanted as a girl, it may have been something like this.

"Almost. It gets even smaller. Protons and neutrons are made of quarks, tiniest quantities that cannot be divided any further. I could go into more detail and talk about quantum physics," the relic pronounces a word that is just guttural enough for Lilia to imitate without all too many struggles. "But that won't be necessary for now."

Even though her Lady has stopped shaking, Lilia doesn't want to release her wrists yet. She is glued to the engineer's lips, soaking up what sounds like forbidden knowledge, like having a peek through God's microscope.

"What is a Holtzman shield made of? What do you think?" The engineer wraps her own fingers around Lilia's slender wrists and the maid sinks from squatting on her soles to sitting down on her bum, stretching out her legs on either side of her Lady's.

"I don't know, my Lady. Uh, something that repels?"

"Yes, that's right," she nods encouragingly. "There are several forces in the universe that attract and repel. The most well-known force of attraction is gravity. And electro-magnetism— Opposite poles attract, equal poles repel each other. But there are other forces that work on a subatomic level."

The engineer pauses without urging her and Lilia takes a moment to think.

"I'm guessing there's a subatomic force that keeps these, uh, nuclei together? The protons and neutrons? Because if not, everything would just be falling apart?"

It almost frightens her to imagine what her very own body must look like on its deepest level. A cluster of tiniest quantities, held together by forces as invisible as her Lady's interface.

"That's perfectly true!" The woman from Old Earth beams, fingers clenching around Lilia's wrists. "The force responsible for that is called the strong nuclear force. On an even smaller scale, the strong force holds together the quarks that make up the neutrons and protons, but you already said it just right."

Warmth fills out the handmaid's chest and she slowly begins to understand the feeling that had her Lady nearly panicking earlier. Her own heart drums against her ribs quick and hard.

"Okay, so now what about the Holtzman shield and how can you get past it?"

"For that, we also need to take the other subatomic force into consideration. It's called the weak force. Isn't that creative? Despite its name, the weak force is technically stronger than gravity, but it is only effective at very short distances and it can change one quark type into another. What do you think happens when such a change occurs?"

"Hmmm," the Harkonnen woman ponders. She doesn't want to disappoint her Lady who is putting so much effort into her explanation. "If quarks are the smallest quantities that make up anything, I suppose when something changes on the lowest level, this change translates to the highest level as well?"

"You're a natural, Lilia." Upon that, the maid blushes purple and finally releases the relic's wrist in a sudden burst of shyness. "Such a change can turn one element into another. It happens all the time, in every sun. And also in radioactive decay. This is important."

"How so?"

"Imagine if that radioactive decay was amplified. Imagine throwing a huge amount of energy at a substance that is already sporadically decaying. Imagine a whole chain reaction of it. This is what triggers a nuclear explosion, the kind that obliterates an entire city."

Lilia's eyes grow wide with understanding. "So, that's why, when you shoot a lasgun at a Holtzman shield, it triggers a nuclear explosion?"

"That's right. I believe shields are made up of nuclei and rely on both the strong and the weak force to repel incoming objects on a subatomic level."

"All of that was fascinating, but how does it help us get past the shield?" Suddenly it's us, not you. Lilia has clutched the fabric of the relic's trousers over the knees in both of her fists. What the engineer's poor Feyd-Rautha currently lacks in fascination, Lilia makes up for a hundredfold.

"Oh, that was just the prelude." The engineer's lips twist into an almost mischievous little grin. "It's just what I need to take into consideration, so I don't accidentally blow up the shield and the city instead of passing through it."

"Just the prelude? My Lady, I think I'll go insane if you don't get to the point!"

The relic bursts out laughing. "We're almost done, I promise! Imagine you're riding in a groundcar and next to you drives another one with the exact same speed. When you look at it, it seems like you're both standing still, because the relative speed between both cars is zero." Lilia nods and the engineer smiles knowingly. "Now imagine you're a bullet and you want to pass through a Holtzman shield which only allows slow-moving objects to pass."

"Then I'd need the shield particles to move in the same direction as I do, only a tad slower, so that my relative speed is like that of a slow blade."

"Congratulations, you've just figured out how to trick a Holtzman shield."

"That is absolutely genius, my Lady."

"No, it's actually so simple." The woman shakes her head. "The difficult part is how to put the shield particles into motion, but I've figured something out." She summons the pixelated particles that are only for herself to see once more, nuclei that make up a Holtzman shield, accelerated by a burst of calibrated laser light, and how they give way to a bullet that cuts through them like a harpoon through water.

"Now I only need to build a proper gun," the engineer concludes.

Lilia has never cared much about the rest of the universe, and the universe has never cared much about her. Why would she care if her Lady, who has always been good to her, sets everything on fire?

When the door to Feyd-Rautha's personal bath chamber rushes open, he knows it can only be his darling, because the scanner only recognizes her handprint when he is inside.

The na-Baron is submerged to the jaw in oily-black liquid to soothe his bruises, a diluted version, heavily scented with the essence of exotic fruit and spices. He cannot breathe the unadulterated variant without gnawing memories of horror.

Her hectic footfalls cause him to spin around in the tub with worry, but before he can even utter a greeting, he finds his woman sagging down on her knees in front of him and his face captured in her palms.

"I've found a way!" She sobs.

"You've found a way?"

Tears spill down her cheeks as she nods, bringing her forehead against his. She's found a way. To kill the Baron and destroy the universe.

She is so elated, her joy could make a star rotate, it could set the world on fire. She kisses Feyd hard on the lips, melting against the wet expanse of his chest when he embraces her in his strong arms. His muscles break into tremors just like hers had an hour ago. 

All of her doubts have flown away like comets in the sky of a fiery dawn.

"Feyd-Rautha, would you be my husband?"

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour

— Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

A/N: Pretty much none of the physical concepts mentioned are made up. I've tried to use real physics to offer explanations for Frank Herbert's fantastical inventions that make the Dune universe so unique.

I'm not even close to the level of genius that I admire in my favorite sci-fi authors, but all of this was so insanely much fun to come up with. I have more ramblings about space travel, suspenders and glowglobes, but they weren't really necessary for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. I'm very proud ❤️

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[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Some J X Thad Incorrect Quotes

———

Uzi: Thad, what is this gossip going around about you and J dating?

Thad: Oh, you’ve heard already? (Smirks) She’s hot, huh?

Uzi: J is a vampire! She kills people, drinks their oil, and wants to destroy the world! You can’t date that monster!

Thad: …But she is really hot.

Uzi: Thad!

———

J: (Wearing a power suit and shoulder pads) Well Thad, how do I look?

Thad: (Smiles warmly) Threatening.

J: (Smiles coyly, a light blush visible on her visor)

———

J: (Seductively) Babe it’s 4pm, time for your daily performance review.

Thad: (Enthusiastically) Yes honey!

———

Lizzy: Truth or dare?

J: Dare.

Lizzy: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

J: Hey N.

N: (Uncomfortable and worried) Uh… yeah?

J: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Thad.

N: *Sighs in relief*

———

Thad: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl!

J: (Shrugging) Eh, okay.

Thad: …And make out during the scary parts.~

J: Th-The scary parts? Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Thad: (Nods, a grin on his face)

———

J: How do I make a date really romantic?

N: Be mysterious.

J: Mysterious? Hm…

(Later)

Thad: So where are we going?

J: None of your fucking business.

———

Thad: Two years ago, I married my best friend. J is still pretty mad about it, but me and Uzi were drunk and thought it was funny.

———

J: We had a date! (Aggressively points to Ruled Murder Drones Notebook)

———

[sodatabs-ontherun]

hello!

☆°hello I'm soda tabs!°☆

♤I go by they/he/ve/vem/void/voidthem (may change I'm gender fluid)♤

This blog is for my silly alterhuman stuff

Tags I use

Quaddrobics: jumping silly

Alterhuman rants: the cat is screaming

Mask/gear: cat made art

○☆My kin types are:

Theriotypes: grey wolf, fox (x2), African wild dog, aussie herding dog, tiger, house cat, mink, elk, snowy owl, ox, vampire bat, loin, koi fish, cheeta, clown fish,jipsy vanner horse, otter,crow, dolfin, spider, dingo, snake, whale shark,coyote

Other kin types: angel

Fictionkins:sandwing, nightwing, seawing, sentinels (md) livi (md oc) lizzy (md), cyn (md), n(md) key bugs (md) j (md) nifty (hazbin hotel) drift loom, nori (murder drones) Caine tadc

Plant kins:weeping willow, pumpkin, vernus fly trap,Marimo moss ball

Concept kin: liminal space, Halloween conspet kin,

Song link/kin: ghost rule, the vampire, anonymous m, bite me, this. P3t (by femtanyl)

Coping link/kin: beanie baby, pomni

°•☆51 in all☆•°

Questioning:,lilly pad, toucan, song birds, duck, jelly fish, death angel, godkin, hatsune miku, tulip Caine (tadc)

☆•I do have past lives and things!•☆

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And pedophiles, zoophiles, antis, Transphobes, homophobes, and all that fun will be blocked from my blog (Get away from me lol)

Please don't send me realistic pictures of insects or spiders and all that jazz (alive or dead) I'm ok with cartoons tho ♡

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Dni if you discriminate against age

Example: "your 12 just shut up"

°•☆This is my other ask blog bc I'm a oc kin lol so check it out if you like lol☆•°

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This is my indie show that I'm making and would love for yall to check it out!♡♡♡♡

♡☆○°have fun°○☆♡

[grapefruitpeelz]

ID: digital art of N (Murder Drones) lying on a laptop cooling pad in the family guy death pose. end id

he fuckign overheated what the fuckdo i DO help

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - Manicurist N's Time to Shine

(part two to the one with V and J, takes place after episode 1)

It had been half a day since J had gotten blown up by N's new worker drone friend, Uzi.

Uzi and N had been hanging out while outside for a bit and V awoke chained up in the landing pod.

V was extremely restless. It was supposed to be claw night and now J wasn't around. Ontop of that she'd have to deal with the overly peppy and optimistic N AND her claws were dull from the battle that ensued earlier.

She sat at the control panel and sulked, glaring down J's sharpening block as it was just a little too far out of reach.

She kicked the floor with one of her legs.

N came back inside, leaving Uzi to brood outside about her next steps towards destroying humanity.

He greeted cheerily, "Heya V," however his cheeriness subsided as he noticed V's hostile and grouchy attitude, "You doing okay there?"

"One, you chained me up and also knocked me out. Two, you're hanging out with an emo grape enemy, and oh yeah, J isn't here and it's claw night, and no one is going to help me make my claws sharp!" V scolded, she crossed her arms and sulked even more as she was pissed all the way off.

N studied V a little bit, then the sharpening block and he suggested in a gentle voice, "Maybe I could do that? I could sharpen your claws if you like!"

His tail swished a little like a happy little puppy as he waited to hear V's input.

"Ew, why?" V snarkily responded with an amused but slightly annoyed smile, crossing her arms before waiting to see what the only-boy disassembly drone would say.

N begged, his LED yellow eyes pleading like a little golden retriever, "I know how to, V. I wouldn't mind at all, pretty please?"

"Ugh, fiiiiine!" V relinquished in annoyance. She crossed one leg over the other and flexed both her claws out on either side.

N picked up the sharpening block and giggled happily before saying, "Okie doki! Manicurist N is on the case!"

V rolled her eyes and exclaimed with a snarky laugh, "Oh, if you mess up, I'm taking your claws out one by one and reinstalling them in my own hand."

N trilled cheerfully, "Works for me, then I can fix your old ones."

He gently took one of V's claws and ran the block over once and then again, going one after the other. He giggled, "Go over twice for a nice even slice."

V marveled in surprise. The disassembly drone she considered to be dumb as dirt was actually doing something skillful. She didn't mind the care from N, albeit she preferred how J would do things, but she didn't mind how gentle N was being. She softly muttered to herself, "Wow, this doesn't actually suck."

N finished V's left hand before responding happily, "One hand done! Onto the next one!" and started the same process again on her right hand's claws.

V dragged one of the freshly sharpened claws along the floor, leaving a clean and straight 2 inch gash.

N sheepishly laughed as he put down the sharpening block, "Now V, this is our home. Please don't cut up the floors."

V retracted her claws from her left hand and lightly slugged him in the shoulder.

"Just finish my manicure, N"

N laughed a little at V's slight violence and then switched to buffing pad mode, replacing his hands with buffing pads. He trilled eagerly, "Now the best part! Making them all shiny!"

He diligently buffed and shined up V's knife claws, spending extra effort to make them be able to be used as long narrow mirrors.

He giggled once he was done, bringing back his standard hands to do a little jazz hands before he trilled, "Ta daaaaa!"

V examined her reflection before admiring her claws, they were sharp AND shiny. She admitted with a laugh, "Wow, you actually did better than J."

N's tail started waggling with excitement, he loved the praise.

"That being said, puppy boy," V began with a little snark, "Tell anyone, and I mean anyone, and they'll be dead and YOU'LL be next."

N laughed happily, "Oh, I won't tell anyone! Secret's safe with me! I'm just happy you're happy."

V folded her claws back in and smiled, maybe N wasn't so bad... annoying but not bad.

The End

Part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/canadiannationalfox/761166530812788736/murder-drones-fanfic-girls-nails-night-v-and-j?source=share

[limeinaltime]

Okay, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, while I definitely liked episode 7, it definitely felt rushed.

Cuz, like, it's revealed that Nori's alive, but then at the end she's probably made not alive by being punted down a flesh hole she made while possessed by a piss colored eldritch horror. And then N tells Uzi that's her mom, then they scream, then they hug for, like, under a minute before getting to the reveals and plot twists.

Don't get me wrong, I liked the episode, I see where Uzi gets her everything from, I like Kahn taking initiative for once, I like everything, BUT GIVE ME TIME TO PROCESS THINGS, EPISODE

I love Murder Drones, but like, it needs more filler and padding and character-driven moments/episodes. This episode felt very rushed, and I just feel... disappointed? Or just underwhelmed after all the hype it got.

V's death was forgotten, the reunion barely got any screentime, the reveal of Tessa as the twist villain felt empty...

I just

[sleepyzzzi]

I want little friends so we can talk about our stuffies and have lil playdates. But I also wish I had a little of my own because my cg-space is screeching /hj

It's hard to make friends or get to know people, I feel like I'm just talking to myself ^^" I'd love to chat! I'll leave some more facts below in case anyone wants to be friends or anything

PS: I'm so sorry if my social skills are terrible, I have no clue how to make friends other than asking bluntly-

-Uzi

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My little age is 1-4, but I usually stick around 2-3

I like bluey, my little pony, tadc, murder drones, and nostalgic youtube creators I watched as a kid. I also like scary stuff when I'm little.

My favorite stuffie is my weighted panda or maybe my bluey plush? I dunno!

Im kind of quiet, but sometimes I get a liiittle hyper. And I really like to draw!

I am a padded regressor due to incontinence and (sfw) diaper talk is something I do sometimes, I won't hide it.

As for my more caregiver-y side

I guess I'm pretty calm, still kind of quiet. I'm still learning how to play myself, so I'm not the greatest but I try my best. I love to make up bedtime stories! I do have chronic fatigue and pain from my health problems, but once again, I always try my best.

Several other headmates in our system are also either Littles or caregivers, we're all a little baby around here-

[constellationguy]

The One Who Ownes His Soul

Chapter one: The Time Before

Growing up in aristocracy on Earth, you had little choice in your company. Lets just say the 19th century wasn’t to kind to woman. Some rich old guy you never heard of wanted to court you but went to your parents first to arrange a marriage. You were non to pleased and ended up murdering him and yourself the first day you two were alone. That was the act that lended you in hell. However, in hell your life is better. You can choose your company and can kill any unwanted company or competition, one of your favorite parts about hell.

In hell instead of remaining bitter about being there, you again rose to aristocracy, alternatively you chose and made a soul binding contact with each member of your staff. They would give you their souls in return you give them a job at your manor, necessities, and certain luxuries within reason. Gaining so much staff quickly from people seeking shelter after exterminations your rise to aristocracy was smooth and rewarding. You were kind to your servants and even made friends with many of them throughout the years, they were loyal to you and you to them.

With the title of aristocrat you also gained the title of overlord. You became an overlord in 1837, not to many years after your death. Being an overlord for so long you watched many with the title come and go, the late nineteenth century and early twentieth centuries held the greatest memories of the pathetic revolving of overlords during that time, one rising just to be taken down by another. During this time you met one of the most influential demons of the century, Alastor. You and Alastor weren’t exactly fast friends at the start but you enjoyed his radio broadcasts for a very long time before you became cordial. Nothing much is to be said about any relationships you had with the overlords, none of them were really interesting or far too uncivilized to enjoy the things you did so you generally stayed out of the way of most overlords. However you weren’t afraid of stepping on an overlord’s shoes if they were getting too cocky.

You spent most of your time with other aristocrats even if their company wasn’t much better because a good amount of them were hell born and or completely out of touch with the rest of hell. It seems your manor was the only place in hell that held sane people that you could connect to without them wanting something from you.

At the end of every execution you rode out in your horse drone carriage looking for people to make deals with, usually his gained you a staff member or two every year. Your manor was a big family and you were their loving matriarch that kept everyone well fed and in their places. However this yearly rounding of new staff members ended in 2017 when you gained ownership of a certain soul.

In 2017, 5 minutes after the extermination ended your carriage headed out to find new staff members. You only just left your estate when you found a familiar face bloodied lying nearly dead next to your rose bushes. You screamed shrilly, the carriage halted. You burst through the carriage doors, almost falling in a rush to see if your eyes deceived you. They did not. Once you saw it was Alastor you yelled at your driver to help you get Alastor in your carriage. Swiftly you two picked up a groaning Alastor and sat him on your padded seat of your carriage. As you held Alastor up you told your driver to leave you two alone.

“Alastor is that you? What were you doing on this side of the pentagram? Are you okay?” You said flooding Alastor with questions.

“I was injured during the extermination….” he said hoarsely

“I know you have some…” he paused to wipe his mouth dripping with blood… “some healing magic at your disposal.”

So that’s why he sought you out. However your magic doesn’t work at the drop of a hat like you wished it did, to heal someone you needed their soul so you could mend it most effectively.

“Alastor…” you said with worry.

“I can help you but I don’t think you will like how.” You said hastily slightly shifting him or keep him awake.

“I don’t. care. how. Please, just help me,” Alastor said very shakily.

“Alastor to heal this many deep wounds I need your soul.” You paused. “In exchange for your soul I will heal you, do we have a deal?” You said reaching out your hand. Alastor took it quickly, with a bright gold light the deal was made and Alastor jolted like he had been shocked then passed out.

Healing your staff members was a routine thing, essentially more clumsy members that got burnt or scraped often, it didn’t normally take this much life out of you, but with the last bit of energy you had you opened the carriage door slightly and told the drive to take you back home, then closed the door sleepily before ultimately falling down on your seat completely knocked out.

Chapter 2: the contract

When you woke up it was an almost 20 hours later. Your closest staff members surrounded you with the addition of a face new to your household in the corner, Alastor. You sat up and started to stretch and the room erupted in laughter, tears, and sighs of relief. Your lady in waiting gave you a bear hug with tears in her eyes.

“We were all so worried about you!!!” She said passionately in your ear patting your hair.

���I’m sorry Marian, was I really out that long?” You asked worriedly.

“You out slept the new member, he woke up about 14 hours before ya. We were all worried this would be the last of ya,” your gardener said gruffly crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Look, I couldn’t leave him to die, I guess his injuries were more than I expected to handle but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” You said trying to bring comfort to your friends. As you finish your sentence the tall man in the corner approached you and sat on your bed, Marian letting go you was shocked by his boldness. You waved her off, you knew Alastor had something important to say.

“Well my dear, you pulled me out of quite the predicament.” He paused his ears pushing into his skull.

“My dear, I know you have just woken up, and how glad I am to see you’re okay but, I would like to discuss our contract as soon as possible.” Alastor said his signature smile straining a bit.

“I see, Sal please bring us some tea, the rest of you I am afraid I would like to discuss this matter privately.” You said authoritatively.

Everyone left the room except for you and Alastor, Marian pecking your hair before leaving.

You spoke first, “I am guessing you would like to know your role in my household.”

“Correct my dear,” Alastor said cautiously.

“Well I wish you to be my escort, to put it simply you will be by my side the majority of your time here. I will bring you to parties and such and all you need do is be friendly. Since you will be so close to be on a daily basis you will most likely be a head servant of sorts. After the servants become accustomed to your presence, what you say goes unless instructed otherwise by me or my lady in waiting.” You pause taking in his pondering reaction before continuing.

“You will be given the same privileges of my lady in waiting, a room close to mine, days off, and certain luxuries most other servants don’t get.” You snap your fingers and two contacts appear I front of you.

“You need not sign this contract now, I wish for you to read and mull this over for a couple of hours to see if this is what you want or if your would prefer a different role. With in the next few hours you may ask for revisions of this contract, but by midnight you will sign a contract.” Alastor grabs a contract and starts to read it, you grab the other and set it on your lap.

“In the meantime while you mull this over Sal, my head butler will be escorting you through my manor to get you accustomed to your surroundings and you may ask him to meet with me if you wish to discuss revisions or if you have questions about the role you will be taking.” As almost on queue Sal opens the door with a tray of tea and places it on your side table, handing one cup to you and one to Alastor.

“Sal, this is Alastor. You will be escorting him through the manor today, and should he wish to speak with be bring him to me immediately.”

“Yes your grace,” Sal said while bowing and stepping back slightly.

“Now… Do you have any questions for me at the moment dear Alastor?” you said putting a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at your touch, eyes widening a bit. He looked at you almost socked as radio static started to pop in your ears. You sighed and took your hand off him, “I’ll take that as a no, just don’t forget to speak to me to get that contract changed if need be, Sal you may escort him out.” you said trying to keep your composure. Alastor stood up, bowed slightly eyes still staring at the contract and left with Sal. As the door closed you sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. How in hell is this going to work out?

[ihugmomo]

alien sid wilson hcs ♡

– he can't speak verbally, so instead he makes little gestures and noises :3

– he requires eating humans to live, but occasionally, he gets fed fruit

– the gas mask he wears helps restrain him from attacking anyone, it's like a muzzle of sorts (he would never attack anyone willingly though!)

– he purrs <3

– very protective. he'd literally kill anyone who tries to fuck with his brothers (slipknot)

– naturally curious, so the others try to teach him about certain things

– his hands/feet are padded

– very sharp chompers, and he tends to bite when he's excited

– despite being close with all the slipknot members, he likes clown the most. since clown was the one who found him, and took him in

– a big snuggler, and will curl up with anyone who's on the couch

– the first time clown brought him back to the house, anything small went straight into his mouth- paul and corey had to pry his mouth open on multiple occasions

– would get really close to someone's face and just stare at them, very curious boi

– his tail would look like the needle things from murder drones

– six fingers/toes :0

– he would still have his tattoos, but they're like special markings

– very curious and friendly with new people, he usually just sniffs them and decides if he likes them or not

– doesn't wear shoes, like at all. his claws would just tear through them- so he's barefooted 24/7

( @alex08-yeah !! )

[butter-scotch-milk]

Hey can you please do a j x murder drone reader, p.s sorry if get a message from me twice my I pad has glitch lately.

It's alright and I'm sorry I didn't get to this request yet I'm sick so this will just be head canons for this request if that's ok :) And thanks Anon for the request :3

J x reader head canons

Tw: none! Just fluff

J didn't know that there was another murder drone besides V and N.

She fell in love with you at first sight.

J can be bossy around you if you guys aren't dating, because of how limited the oil is. (She's just really bossy in general around everyone.)

She can be fun to be around if she not upset by N or anyone else.

When you guys are dating, she doesn't understand cuddles but she enjoys them anyways.

She doesn't like anyone touching you in anyway that makes you uncomfortable, she will tear off their heads. I mean she's a murder drone

She absolutely adores you in every way (Not sexually though)

She will call you cute names like honey, sweetie, cutie pie, and many more.

You like to call her hunny bunny for her cute name. ( I mean why not)

That's all the head cannons I have thought of and I think it better than my last one ngl but I'm still working on it.

I hope everyone enjoyed this again, it's better than my last one but it's not the best.

[ruru0rudicund]

i made a reference sheet for my own “species” in murder drones! the word is in quotation marks cuz i dont really know what else to call them.. a new line of products maybe..?

therrrres also a sheet for idn-c11, which contains the standard uniform for these guys.

more tidbits of info for destroyer drones:

- i got the idea from the mention of competitor products in episode 5 (more specifically; the zombie drones tape at the beginning of the episode)

- theyre much more suited to land rather than flight. a better word would be restricted.. however, to make up for this, these drones can walk on walls and ceilings using sticky pads on their hands and feet.

- you know those “eyes” at the top of the disassembly drones’ heads? take that, but turn it into a necklace and place it all around the neck. this provides more sight for the destroyer drones!

- some parts of their body are designed to filter in certain particles, acting like a nose. you can compare em to air conditioners and such.. they can also close these filters

- their tail is prehensile and the metal pads installed on top of it can flare up like a porcupine’s spines

n’ thats about it. if anyone wants to make their own destroyer drone then they can go ahead!