My Girl! V Design Lol, She Has Bioluminescence, Her Markings Appear And Glow In The Dark, I Gave Her

Hi yes hello wondering if you’re a fellow believer of Doll’s father being a solver drone too? Or just a solver drone enjoyer? :3

I have a little head cannon that he was trapped in solver labs to. They tested on him but for some reason male drones don’t seem to have an issue with solver possessions and cannot posses any solver abilities.

But sense they TRIED to infect him he still has little tiny flakes and residual tracks of the solver in his coding. He dosent have any powers but he finds himself craving oil from time to time, salivating when he sees it but not as drawn to consume it as Yeva and Nori are

Despite Uzi spending far more time with the DD's in the start it's LIzzy that becomes the nerd expert on DD body language and enrichment. She knows what each and every little tail twitch or sway means, she knows what DD's need to keep them entertained and their hunt kill urges low.

She uses laser pointers on not only with V but N was well. N has yet to catch that almighty red dot that eludes him, maybe one day. V likes to brag she caught it but she's lying, she has not.

Scratching, clawing, chasing, and chewing/biting is a big thing with DD's. They really do love it. It's pretty normal to see DD's chasing worker drones down the halls and such, N does that to. It can be kind of hard to find things for them to chew up or claw on. V gets snipped at for plucking her claws on Lizzy's blankets or furniture. N once got in trouble for the teeth chew marks on a corner wall.

Lizzy actually found J a cat tower and received a big "fuck you i'm not a fat house cat!" 2 hours later she was caught scratching on the tower and batting at the little ball on a string hanging from one of the levels. She gave N one of those little raccoon tails on a ball that rolls around. He loves that thing and can be seen rolling around on the floor with it, biting it, batting it, etc. Lizzy has a little wind up fake mouse toy that she sends down the hallway to watch the DD's fight and chase after it.

DD's don't play nicely, their play consists of what looks like a nasty fight. Lizzy is so used to seeing them throwing each other around. They are just snarling and beating the everloving dog shit out of each other and Lizzy is just all "they are just playing"

Lizzy is also aware and often lets it known that DD's rub their under chin on someone they value greatly. V only does this to Lizzy but N does this to Uzi as well as any friends he makes. It's so normal for N to start rubbing the underside of his chin on helmets! it pretty much means "thank you for being my friend! we are best friends!" and yes he does this to Lizzy to

An attemp of a theory that became more of a headcannon:

So im 99% sure they egg babies in Murder Drones are reporpused toys. Like dolls made by JC Jensen. Would make the actual Doll's name kinda ironic.

Maybe she was the first.

Also, notice how nobody has one in the present of the serie in the bunker. Or some small robot or even anyone that's under 18. So, I have the suspicion that Uzi's generation is the only one.

Did someone else already made that connection?

I know I’m probably very late to this, but here, have a redraw of that one render-

The render in question lol-

Why are you so precious yet very reckless and stupid?!

oh boy.

WIP Wednesday #3

“I probably should have put this down when I was clipping your wing fur,” she muttered, brushing clumps of fur roughly off the edge of her bed before she lay the towel down where he had been sitting.

“Here,” she patted it, and N clambered back onto the sheets, parking himself in the middle of the cloth. She gently hovered her hands over his waist before placing them there, giving him a little push, and he complied with her silent request, scooting a few inches forward. Uzi smiled and ran her fingers up the small of his back and he straightened up with a cheerful trill. “Alright, lets finally get you sorted.”

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It's Wednesday again, friends! I have a bit of a longer preview for you guys below the 'read more' because I was feeling particularly soft over them this week hehe. Enjoy a cute little moment where Uzi cleans up her sweet boy!

N watched her curiously, twisting his shoulders to peek back at her, and she gave him an affectionate, yet distracted chin scratch as she reached for the bottle of surgical spirit in her kit, setting it aside. She dumped a bowl of batteries out onto the bedside table, indifferent to the fact they simply rolled right off the edge, and very carefully poured a few glugs of distilled water into its bottom along with the last dregs of the ancient shampoo. The plan was simple enough; she would use this to help tackle his mane, while she used a spare rag dabbed with alcohol to wipe clean the years worth of oil build up on his casing.

Uzi pulled on a pair of vinyl gloves from her kit carefully – even though her body was now host to squishy, probably pretty damp internal organs, the idea of water leaking into the joins of her fingers still filled her with instinctual dread. The last thing she wanted was to fry a circuit in her arm or something - regenerating missing limbs or healing over a gaping hole in her chest was one thing, but she had no idea how well her Solver could cope with water damage.

Scowling at the mixture with apprehension, Uzi pointed a finger at the bowl firmly. “Don’t. Kill me.” She muttered threateningly. She heard N snort, his back bouncing with a little giggle.

“Should I be worried at all about this?”

“No, you’re fine. Probably.” Uzi swirled her protected fingers about carefully in the water until soapy bubbles danced on its surface. She was pretty confident in N’s safety. She was only planning on using the foam itself, and even if a little water made its way onto his casing, he’d spent who-knew-how-long living out in an eternal, deathly snow-storm. Cyn must have made him weatherproof - a few drops of water was probably nothing to him.

Uzi scooped up a handful of soapy bubbled and scrunched them into the fibres of his mane, lathering them between her fingers. Almost instantly the soft, pale pink suds swallowed up the dust and oil, fading to grim greys and near blacks. She worked her fingers through the fur enthusiastically, scrunching and twirling it and massaging the soap into the hairline where it met his casing. She could hear and feel him purring again and she smiled, delighting in how the prickled spines softened as clumps parted into something softer.

“That nice?” She asked fondly, as she watched his tail wag cheerfully.

“Mhm,” he hummed softly. “It’s feels like a massage…”

The colour of his mane was more vibrant than she initially realised. As the years of grime, dust and oil faded with each new addition of shampoo, the dull gold stripes brightened to a vibrant yellow not unlike the hue of the hazard strips lining his wrists, thighs and heels. It already looked so much healthier, despite the haphazard length and missing sections along its stretch. The wonders a simple wash could do for a drone.

With a clean rag, Uzi ruffled the fur from the base of his tail up to between his shoulders to remove the foam, and then, she repeated the process again. She couldn’t deny the relief – this was working, it was actually working. The bubbles foamed a duller pink, but a pink nonetheless, as the last remnants of his life in the wild washed away. This time as she dried his mane, it puffed up; fluffing out and bristling, each individual hair now free from the crusted prisons they had endured.

“It’s pretty,” she didn’t mean to say it out loud, but she was glad she did when N offered her the fondest smile over his shoulder.

“…It is?”

“Yeah,” she pulled the gloves off and tossed them on the floor so that she could truly feel the difference for herself. The tactile sensors of her finger pads revelled in the softness, and how it twitched gently under her fingers as she hovered them slowly over their tips. Then she dug them into the thick fluff, scratching near the roots and N’s whole body rumbled in delighted approval. His tail thumped joyfully against the mattress again, once, twice, and then curled around her, draping itself loosely around her waist.

Had to draw these two-

technically I ship them both with Thad and Doll too, but I just wanted to draw these two for rn-

I am so proud of this-