My Dad Is The Funniest Person In The World To Make Small Talk With. We Passed A Taco Bell And He Was

Proving Her Wrong

You sit in your chair, arms crossed and scowling, glaring over the lip of the table at the affini sitting across from you. She was resting her chin on a closed fist, watching you intently as you sulked.

Finally, you couldn't contain it any longer. You weren't going to let her walk all over you like that, starsdamnit! "I'm not a seed, Oleria. I appreciate everything you've done to help me, but me needing a Wardship after being rescued from that clanker of a ship doesn't mean-"

"Open." You respond automatically to the word, letting her insert a bite of dinner into your mouth, waiting to continue speaking until after she taps your chin; the signal to let you close and chew.

"Mmm…I…yeah. Um, what was I…? Oh, right- I'm not a seed. Like…yes, maybe I enjoy cuddling and so on, but so does everyone I talk to-"

"All those floret friends you have, you mean? Chloe and Jess and Alice and all them?" She stroked downward on your cheek this time, but your mouth fell open all the same. You knew what it meant by now.

"Mmmmm….fuck, that's tasty. And yeah, they all like cuddling and stuff too! So its fine."

"Sweetie, we talked about this. Mommy doesn't like it when you use language like that in front of her."

"I…s-sorry, Oleria." Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, which is a bit strange. Why would you be embarrassed? She's just helping you out a little, giving you a reminder so you're a model sophont. "But anyway, I do plenty of things that independents do, okay? I play with my friends every single day-"

"When I remind you."

"-And a go to bed at a reasonable hour-"

"Because I gave you a bedtime."

"And I've tried plenty of xenodrugs, something most feralists would never do!" You lean forward, smugly confident.

"…Well on that, I do suppose you have a point. Speaking of which…" She held up her hand out, an injector vine hovering nearby it. Your eyes lock onto the dripping needletip waiting within the gorgeous blooming flower, all thoughts slipping out of your mind as your head finds its way to her palm. Nestling and nuzzling against it as the prick in your neck steals away any traces of resistance for the rest of the evening.

"Theeeere we go. Don't you worry, silly. Mommy knows exactly what you are~"

"Okayyy Mommyyyy…" You giggle. "Yaaaaay."

baseball peach doodles

Affini video compilation of terrans who talk and move in their sleep.

Affini who have conversations with their florets while they're asleep about how cute they are ♡

Affini who puts a tiny camera in their florets collar so we can all see from their perspective what happens when the floret sleepwalks. Floret thinks they're going to the store but really the Affini is using their vines as a sort of treadmil and they never leave their room.

Affini timelapse videos of terrans moving wildly in their sleep, some move their legs constantly and others roll around everywhere. video highlight is a terran trying to take his shirt off while asleep, getting stuck, whining about it, having his shirt taken off for him, then settling back down. he was alseep that whole time and remembered none of this happening.

Affini posting threads and threads and threads of pictures of disoriented terrans who just woke up. all gushing about their cute little faces and the noises they make when they stretch out.

Affini sharing surveilance videos of florets chilling in cuddle piles together when one of them yawns and slowly everyone else yawns at least once.

Florn where an Affini whispers in their sleeping florets ear the whole time. The floret is asleep, this is an ASMR video where you get to watch the floret get needy and cum in their sleep from dreaming about what their Affini is saying they'll do to them.

Affini who takes their sleeping florets out for walks in baby carriers and strollers, with a pretty blanket giving them shade over their face and everything. At first the carrier was deeply humiliating but tbh the thing is cozy as fuck and the gentle rocking is pretty soothing and their vines are holding you so securely in the carrier so who cares its fuckin nap nap time

deltarune comic I made last spring. still really happy with it, I had a lot of fun with the paneling.

Here’s some older Lylei drawings that never showed up here while I work on dealing with burnout

I reblogged some great posts from Tiffany Amber’s blog, which you all should check out if you haven’t already. Really good stuff.

I’ve been focusing on different, non-Foodfight hobbies lately but I read the junior novelization in one sitting— it’s really fascinating. A huge thank you to our fellow fan for finding and scanning it.

I’d like to make some analysis posts about it later, too.. The breakdown on this blog is really good, but like. Can we talk about the failures of the fascism allegory? Brand X invokes Nazi imagery with the armbands and goose-stepping, but they’re introduced (even more obviously in the book) as ‘oh no! this is a New Thing, and changes to the status quo are scary! Everything was great the way it was!’ When really, appealing to tradition is more the fascist M.O… Shouldn’t Lady X have presented herself as a ‘traditional’ laundry detergent, and all the other brands as new things that don’t belong? Much to think about, when you take Foodfight as seriously as I do.

I need this

Undertale deltarune theories that make me cry compilation

tea time approaches

and we’re sitting down to eat and my dad wants milk in his tea. Cant get a moments peace round here.