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Compiler Log - Phaeophyta Maresell (5th Bloom) - January 18th, 2641 4:12 P.M. <Tags Hidden> Total Ingredients : 14

Produce, Terran Chicken (Breast). 3/4th lb Produce, White Onion. 1/2 whole Produce, Tomato (Roma). 1 whole Produce, Baby Corn (Cut). 4 oz Produce, Cilantro (Leaves). 1 tbs Produce, Green Onion. 2 tbs Oil, Canola. 3 tbs Milk, Terran Coconut. 28 oz Water, Pure. 2 cups Juice, Lime. 1/4 cup Spice, Cayenne Pepper (Ground). 1/4th tsp Spice, Tumeric (Ground). 1/2 tsp Spice, Tom Kha Paste. 2 tbs Sauce, Fish Sauce. 4 tbs ----------------------------------------------------------

Liz could feel her affini smiling down on her as she worked the can opener to dump the coconut milk into the big pot they were using. It was a soft, gentle sensation, like the sun on bare skin or the gentle clasping of hands. How had she ever lived without it? Even with her gaze firmly fixed on the metal cans turned upside-down in her grasp, the still-new haustoria cradling her nervous system let her bask in the delight of Phaeophyta's approval. It was a delicious sensation, and her mistress and her had decades and decades to learn everything it could do.

One of the cans fell from her hand as she stared blissfully ahead. Before she could even react, a vine reached out and caught it. Embarrassment flooded her. She had just barely recovered enough for Mistress to allow her back near the kitchen, and here she was, dropping things? Her head just still felt so woozy, her limbs too floppy, but she could help! She could, she could, she could! A sudden tingle of warmth sparked in her brain, and she turned her dazed vision up to her mistress. Phaeophyta had been talking to her! She smiled widely.

Stars, Phaeophyta thought. Her little Liz was just too cute! The poor thing clearly hadn't understood a word of her instructions, but that was to be expected. She'd seen enough florets fresh from receiving their haustoria to know how long the process took, and Liz needed another few days at least before returning to normal. But she had been ever so eager to help out, especially with her favorite food. And how could Phaeophyta say no to that adorable little pout? So here they were, her chopping all of the produce into little cubes and cooking thin ribbons of chicken in the oil while Liz poured the thai soup's base.

She lifted the soup can back into Liz's hand and brought out her best 'pay attention, cutie' voice. "Good job, Liz! You did so good with the coconut milk! Such a good, helpful girl for me!" Her floret practically glowed at the compliment, cheeks flushing, shoulders and hips rotating back and forth in an unbelievably cute little wiggle. Had it really been less than two years since they had gotten to know each other, when Liz had become her ward after she hit a depressive slump? It was incredible how much progress they had made together, how close the two had become, even before a grafting of her core tissue had snuggled up against the girl's brain. She could barely remember the hollow eyed stare, the defeated tone, the constant tears that had plagued those early weeks. Phaeophyta was an affini, and that meant taking care of all sophonts. But it was still always a good reminder to see how her work had paid off.

Liz was still staring up at her, eyes adoring, and Phaeophyta forced herself away from her thoughts. "Can you fill each of these cans with a cup of water for me?" Her floret nodded, excitedly, and began retracting her hands, but Phaeophyta kept her grasp on one can for a moment longer. "Remember, swirl around the water inside each one to get as much of the coconut milk as possible, and then dump it into the pot, okay?" Another nod, and she relinquished the can this time as it was pulled away. Hopefully her little one wouldn't get that too mixed up, but if she did, Phaeophyta would be right there to help. Forever and always.

Water splashed Liz's face and she sputtered, nearly dropping the cans again. She had shaken them too hard. It felt like her whole front was dripping with the cold water she'd spilled, and looking down, her dress definitely had splotches of coconut milk where the thicker globs had jettisoned themselves. Liz looked up at Mistress, eyes wet from multiple sources. Phaeophyta cooed, and cradled her face with the vines not engaged in cutting and frying. "There there, Lizzy-mine. It's okay. No harm done." One of her thumbs wiped away some of the water, and yet more vines broke off of the arm to take the cans away. Lizzy-hers gave them without struggle, melting into her mistress' touch. This was so much easier, warmer, and it made her brain sing.

"My sweet, sweet girl," she crooned, picking her up and cradling her close. The sweet girl let her eyes close and went limp, safe and happy, so close to the pulsing of Mistress' core. She heard Phaeophyta refill the cans with a cup of water each, and pour them in with the coconut milk. Then she curled deeper, and let sleep take her.

If Phaeophyta had a heart, it would have burst. As was, her core felt like it was overflowing with tenderness for the tiny bundle in her arms. Avoiding the temptation to drag Liz out, to stroke her and pet her and dress her up and so much beyond, was nearly agony. But the girl clearly still needed her rest, and Phaeophyta would survive, for now. She would just have to surprise Liz with the soup when she eventually woke up. Setting the milk and water to a medium heat, she let it boil before upending all the chopped produce, besides the cilantro and green onions, into the pot. The chicken, cooked white inside and out, was the next in, oil and all. As she worked, she shifted Liz closer and closer towards her core, until the darling floret was cradled right next to it, deep inside her chest.

Whether consciously or not, Liz reached out and wrapped her arms tight around it. Phaeophyta curled inwards, embracing her with everything she could. At the same time, she instructed the haustoria to dose the cutie with some class-z and a tiny bit of class-a. Liz would be out like a light, but there was no reason why they both shouldn't enjoy the nap as much as possible. Phaeophyta chucked slightly at herself, and let her vines gently knead and caress her floret while she finished up the meal. Tom kha paste, fish sauce, lime juice, and the spices were supposed to be added at the same time as the produce, but the brief delay was harmless. Besides, it all needed to stir and boil for about a quarter hour anyways while the onion cooked in the broth. So, with a contented sigh, she dragged a chair over to the kitchen and sat down in it, leaving one vine to idly keep the contents of the pot moving. Another vine reached off and grabbed a book in affini, "Kitchen Safety for Attentive Pet Owners."

Cooking had been one of Liz's few respites, once upon a time, and Phaeophyta had been happy to learn alongside her ward. But, and she would never admit this to Liz, the thought of her floret around sharp knives and hot stoves still occasionally filled her with anxiety. But she could get over that, for Liz's sake. If it would make her little one happy, she would learn. One of her vines brushed at Liz' nose, eliciting a tiny sneeze from inside her chest. Not for the first or last time that day, Phaeophyta smiled. Then she stood, pushed the cilantro and green onions into the soup, grabbed a steaming platter of rice and two bowls from the compiler, and prepared to wake her floret up. Dinner was served.

Apple Child! 🍏🍎✨

Feeling Of Being Watched/Feeling Of Being Seen

my dad is the funniest person in the world to make small talk with. we passed a taco bell and he was like “what’s your favorite thing to get there” and i said “the crunchwrap supreme” and he said “tell me about it” and i described it to him and he said “that sounds delicious. what’s your second favorite thing at taco bell”

TODAY, IN RETAIL

next time you can just keep it at “no thanks”

i had a similar idea, i think Megamind is the absolute LAST movie that ever needed a sequel but if they were going to make one anyway it shouldve been about Megamind and Metroman's daughters, pressured by society to repeat their parents' rivalry despite the fact theyre both secretly in love with each other, while also doubling as metacommentary on sequels trying to live up to their predecessors

maybe that's not great but at least its a THEME and an IDEA as opposed to nonsense for babies they ended up coming out with. i've never seen a superhero movie before where the hero and villain are secretly gay lovers, and theres a lot of places you could go with that basic premise. the original Megamind was a spin on the traditional superhero formula, the sequel could be a spin on "hero passing the candle to the next generation" formula we've seen so much of lately, as well as not wanting to repeat the mistakes of your parents and how ultimately love wins in the end. plus itd be a movie about lesbians, and lesbians are cool

I think a better megamind sequel would be like, he has a kid but is very confused on parenting and that kid grows up to be cynical about the whole superhero thing. Idk, made this idea with my girlfriend cause we both hate the tv show.

So here's some art :3

noelle skips class with the stoopids ❤️

Chasemarsh x pricefield double date: game night (mario kart)

BONUS -

Joyce and Sinclair (victoria's mom) are bonding over their daughters mario kart beef

sinclair is my original character

i go more in details here

Class-C

The shot glass sat in front of you, innocuous in appearance.  If you couldn't smell the tang of citrus, if you didn't catch the occasional sparkle suspended in it, you might think it mere water.

In front of you, your affini friend rested her head on her hand.  She practically bled smugness, the leaves around her neck slightly fluffed as if she was preening.  You rolled your eyes, mirroring her posture for the hell of it.

"So this is your bet?  Aren't Class-C's something on the 'dont mess with' list for terrans anyway?"

Her voice was a rolling purr as she answered, "Yes.  This is different.  A heavily diluted solution of a specific strain.  No lasting effects, just the intense feeling of a Class-C dose for about two hours."

The bet was simple: You had to make it through thirty minutes without confessing your love for her, or begging to be her floret.   She thought you couldn't do it.  You thought she was full of shit.  You had plenty of xenodrugs before, of course.  Class A's and E's were fun and relaxing, but ultimately you were still in control of things.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you picked up the shot and threw it back, the sweet flavor hitting your throat and tingling slightly as it went down.  You flipped the glass face down and slammed it onto the table, then looked up at her with a satisfying smirk.  "Easy."

Her smile only widened.  "We'll see." She flipped open her tablet and pressed a timer, starting a countdown clock.  She showed you it had thirty minutes remaining, then flipped it closed.  "No using the time you have left for rallying cries.  Just you, me, and the lovely chemicals your brain is about to be swimming in.  When the alarm rings, I'll administer the counteragent."

You scoffed, leaning back in my chair.  "You didn't even wait until it had begun to kick in?  Wow, you must really be confident."

"Oh, it begins nearly immediately.  Already the drug is interacting with those neurons, mixing in with seratonin and oxytocin and a few other things besides."

You looked at her, doubtful.  "Yeah?  Then how come I don't feel any different?"

"Sweetie, you've leaned halfway across the table already.  Move any further and you're likely to crush that shot glass you slammed down so viciously earlier." She gestured at your posture, causing you to hurriedly sit back into your chair with a blush.

"Shit, I...sorry.  Got carried away." You glanced down at the shot glass, biting your lip as you realized that you *had* been rather violent with it.  You carefully flipped it back upright, wiping the outside clean with your shirt.  "Um.  Sorry."

"Dear, did you just apologize to the glas-"

"NO!" Your face was properly red now.  Oh *stars*, you had!  You had just done something that embarrassing in front of your Best Friend and what if she thought you were silly now?  Would she not want to hang out with you?  You hoped not.  You really enjoyed her compa....wait....

Frowning, you shook your head roughly, slapping your cheeks a little.  It was just the drug.  You were in control.  The drugs were doing this.  But unlike the A or E, it was more...subtle.  or rather, it was potent, but you didn't even realize it until your best friend had pointed it out.  Gosh, she's so kind...

"Um, t-thank you for helping me remember I was drugged." The words felt good to say.  You wanted her to know how much you appreciated her after all.  So you could win the bet!

...

The bet?

"Wait, what happens if I lose?" You realized you had forgotten to ask that before.  Worried, you turned to look at her.

"Well, what would you like to happen, pet~al?" You blushed, realizing it was just like her to wait until you were...compromised before asking this.  Well, jokes on her!  You're still in control.

"Nothing!  I don't want anything to happen.  No new rules, no teasing, and no domestication.  Got it?"

She nodded, sagely.  "Of course.  In that case, I take that to mean that should you win, you'll get all of those wonderful things~"

You sputtered in shock.  "I- no! I don't want to... I'm...you can't be serious."

"Awww, is something wrong?" She smirked, her eyes flashing purples and golds in a way that made your heart melt.  "All you have to do now is lose, then~ Or are you so stubborn, you can't admit that you l~o~v~e me, flower?"

"I-I...you... fucking...."  You felt the indignation mix with the heady joy of her attention, of wanting to give into her, of wanting to beg.  She was trying to goad you.  She wanted you to win now.  She had entirely turned the rules on their head. 

But she also assumed you would take her bait.  You shook your head, biting your lip.  "I...fine.  I admit it."

"Admit what?" She had begun to rise up slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  She was absolutely getting off on this.  You couldn't even meet her eyes, looking away and down.

"I love you?"

"Mmmm....I don't believe you." You could hear the smile in her voice, full of wicked glee.  "Say it louder, for one.  And look me in the eyes~ and don't be afraid to put a little more emotion in it, dearie.  This is a confession, after all~"

You whimpered, managing to drag your eyes up to meet hers.  Reluctantly, you allowed the feelings you had been fighting for several minutes now to wash over you, letting them guide your words.  "I l-love you...I need you..."

"I love you...?" She trailed off, waiting for you to complete it properly.  You wanted to scream, but instead all that came out was "Miss?"

"Dear, it's just a game.  You can use the one you want to use."

"I love you, Mommy."

"And?"

"A-and I want...I need to be your floret.  I need it, please stars I need it.  I...oh gods it's...I..." The feelings crashed through you in waves.

"Go~od job, petal.  You did it."  She slid the table out of the way, stepping into a kneel in front of you.  "You said those mushy gushy feelings!"

You nodded, pleased...until you remembered what that meant.  You weren't going to get anything now.  You had just said so.  Tears sprang up, and you had to stifle a sudden sob.  "I...it's..."

She was lifting you into her arms now, cradling you closely to her chest.  "Shhhh...petal, it's alright.  You didn't lose, silly."

"I...w-what?"

She smiled at you.  "How would love for another ever be seen as losing?  You won, silly."

You won. That made sense to you now.  Especially when She said it.  You beamed up at Her, letting Her wipe the tears away.  "I won..."

"You won!  And guess what that means, dear?"

"I'm...I'm a..."

"You're Mommy's little floret now." She tapped your nose as she cooed, causing you to giggle a bit.  A wiggling little thought in your head popped up, though.

"You tricked me, Mommy!"

"Did I?  Well, you knew we affini never play fair when it comes to cuties like you.  Awfully brave of you to make a bet with me anyway, wasn't it?  Almost like you wan~ted this, darling~" she purred at you, her eyes filled with light and warmth.  You thought you couldn't possibly blush more, but it turns out you definitely could.

"I...noooooooooo!!!  I didn't...I mean....maybe?"

"Silly little flower." She picked up her tablet, turning it back on and dismissing the timer, which had paused as soon as she had closed it.  "Now, let's get you home.  We have a contract to sign~"

“we need more complex female characters” you couldn’t even handle her