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I truly genuinely believe they would get along so well

Handshake Agreement

It had been days, possibly months since I had last seen another creature face to face. Ever since they set me up with a hab, I didn’t really have a need to head outside y’know? It was so much easier to just compile food and play games on the overnet and just listen to that voice inside that said the outside world was scary and unkind.

It wasn’t true of course, the plants that gave me the hab in the first place were lovely, but I’d seen just enough of them and their weird pets in the first week to know that I wanted no part in it.

Of course that’s exactly how I ended up here.

I had to answer the door when she rang, there was nowhere to hide exactly and what else was I supposed to do, there’s no back entrance to these things.

She was an imposing bundle of leafy green foliage with a sticky sweet smile and a dominating confidence that set my heart pounding. Woven flesh constructed from thin vines that twisted and curled into a shape of maternal power and I instantly knew I was in trouble.

“A pleasure to meet you little one. My name is-”

She raised an eyebrow at my dishevelled appearance and extended an arm, an unraveling of vines from her body that stitched itself together into a forearm and hand. The palm was large enough to grasp my entire head, each finger thick and wide and long.

She looked at me with pooling expectant eyes and I knew what was expected of me. I swallowed my anxiety and reached out, placing my trembling hand into hers.

All at once her finger like appendages wrapped around, gripping onto my hand firmly, and I gasped in surprise as they started to unravel.

“Hey, let go of me! What do you think you’re doing!”

Her polytonal voice echoed through me with a sing song sweetness from beneath her sharp thorn teeth.

“Eyes up here precious, you have nothing to worry about.”

I met her gaze, and felt my heart race slow as I sunk into her pools of shimmering gold, specks of silvery light that swum in an ocean of liquid metal.

“That’s it little one, nice and calm.”

I could feel the tendrils spreading higher, clinging onto my wrist, binding me tighter with each slowing second.

“There is nothing to worry about, I just needed to make sure you were doing okay in there okay cutie?”

It sounded about right, I had heard of wellness checks and maybe that’s what this was? But she wasn’t looking around, she was just standing in front of me and gripping my hand, looking down with those abyssal eyes, all six of them trained on me.

“Uuhuh” I tried to form a sentence, but anything more than the most simple utterance felt impossible.

I could hear a giggling voice, somewhere far beyond and above me, and feel the vibrations of its intonation as they rippled down through my hand.

“Oh petal, I can see that words are hard right now, so how about we just continue with the conversation and if there is anything you disagree with just say no.”

Her hand had practically absorbed mine by this point, hot sticky undulations that enveloped by fingers and massaged the pad of my thumb, and I wanted so badly to look at it, but I couldn’t look away from her beautiful eyes.

“You want me to come in, don’t you?”

I-I that didn’t sound right. I tried to decline the offer, but her hand pulsed with another wave of reassurance and I failed to say the words.

“Good Girl, nice and deep for me. So calm, so relaxed.”

I felt myself sinking lower and lower into her gaze, a thick slurry coating my thoughts in a sweet floral trance.

“You want to be a Good Girl for me.”

There was something not sitting correctly, I didn’t know this plant, I barely tolerated the Affini, why would I want to be good for her? And yet, as the words rolled over me they soaked me in tingling pleasure, the bliss of doing something right and being rewarded for it sending shivers down my spine.

“As I suspected, a good, sweet little doll for me. But remember little doll, if there’s anything you don’t want you can just say no.”

It was strange, a part of me disagreed but when I tried to decline her advances I couldn’t find it in myself to get it out. There were other ideas, new ideas, submissive ideas that were starting to filter in with every dripping touch.

“You want to wear a beautiful little dress covered in my flowers.”

I usually wore hoodies and sweats, when you’re staying in a hab all day there really wasn’t a good reason to wear a pretty dress, but it did sound nice, and her flowers were so pretty.

“Good Girl, you’re going to look so pretty in a beautiful little companion dress! Do you like how that makes you feel? Knowing you’ll be wearing an adorable little outfit that matches me so completely?”

Her eyes flared, a coronal ejection from the sun sucking me in deeper and deeper. I was helpless to resist. I could feel an excitement building in my belly, tingling and sticky and sweet just like her.

“You want to be my floret.”

I felt a voice, tiny and weak screaming out at me to run, to say something, do anything, but I couldn’t listen to it anymore. Not when I knew how good it would feel to keep on going, keep on listening. All I could do was stammer out a weak noise.

“Nnnmm”

Her tendrils were all the way up to my shoulder now, covering me in writhing sparkling pleasure. It was inescapable. Indescribable.

“Good Little Doll. Well then, I suppose it is decided. All that is left is to shake on it.”

She pulled on my arm in a quick and sudden motion, yanking me into her vines-

“DROP”

I fell, physically and mentally, collapsing into her. I was subsumed by darkness, surrounded by warmth as the vines that help my hand erupted to encase me. From far, far away I heard her echoing voice dictate to me.

“So silly, I almost forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Mistress.”

in any way humanly possible inject some warmth into your life and a lot of things will become beautiful because of it

Timeloop domestication fractionation.

One little sprout gets domesticated, mindwiped, and re-domesticated every day. The local florets and affini have all agreed to repeat their routine, and the echoes are starting to add up. Can our plucky protag figure out what's happening and escape it before they simply cave on sight to their new mistress? Hint: They can't.

It always warms my heart to see this show get some love, it's criminally underrated. When I'm at work and nobody else is around I always seem to catch myself singing the "Archeologists" song from the first couple episodes

(Also I'm glad your cat is healing well, hope he's okay)

There is a World Doctor's quote for everything, I promise.

Also, Shadow is healing up well since I posted this :) He just decided to fist fight a raccoon at 17 years old or whatever, dumbass cat.

Domestication Office

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5/5 - It is truly unfair that humans are so social. I wouldn't have chosen to fold to the first affini that stroked my hair and complimented me but here we are

-Meredith Srai, Tenth Floret

4/5 - Lovely place, great staff, and my wife has never been happier! I just wish they'd stop trying to flort me up too

-Richard Lombardy

5/5 - Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

-Starling Pranciole, Third Floret

1/5 - MISYRESS I CANT CHANGD MY DBAD REVIEW NUBMER IM SO SORRT (edited)

-Quincey Lorwardin, First Floret

5/5 - The terrans who come here are all such cuties! They are perfect sprouts for any garden~

-Pluripotentious Rainge, Fourth Bloom

5/5 - REVIEW BOMB THE WEEDS <- My mistress said I should leave this up for another day because it reminds people of how much better and happier they can be if they don't stay stuck in their bias and hate!!! If you're a feralist, why tho??? Why be feralist? You'll be so much happier being taken care of!!! Like me!!!!! And the affini only want to help us. It's so lovely I can't believe I once didn't want this. Im literally the luckiest girl in the world that my mistress domesticated me and helped me understand.... (see more) (edited)

-Rodriga Tumyrik, Sixth Floret

5/5 - Going in to sign my contract today! They found me a wonderful owner within a week. Classic affini efficiency!

- Tara Moray

Also I find it suspicious that Toby specifically told fangamer to not make any merch of the lightener characters because apparently of possible drastic story development regarding to the lightener cast and I definitely think it is to ensure that no spoilers gets leaked out on merch

Woah, dang, he did that?

..yep! Apparently! Didn't realize he actually set a hard limit, I don't really go on Twitter. https://twitter.com/reidman/status/1444790336199356425 (this is one of the co-founders of fangamer, if anyone doesn't know.) I'll put some replies down, too (and pretend anyone who doesn't already know all this is reading lol).

("well im not gonna speculate" -immediately starts speculating xD)

Worth noting that the reasons for the limit are all speculation on this guy's part

It's definitely suspicious, huh? He might just be covering all his bases, judging by the "partly philosophical" thing. Not wanting to do merch for the lightners specifically definitely does make it seem like there's something to hide there, although there are pins and shirts (2D stuff) with some of them now, so..?

And the plushies... it occurs to me that having fun, quirky stuff inside instead of a soul is something Ralsei has in common with the skeleton brothers, though Toriel is the only one with a soul so that's probably irrelevant. Regardless, if Toby allowed plushies of the lightners, I'd think they could just have fun character-relevant stuff (or nothing at all like Lancer), no real worry of spoilers. If not wanting an in-progress character's plushie was the issue, then it's kinda weird we have two of Ralsei, even if he is a darkner.

Eh, well. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

"Don't," your girlfriend says, yanking your arm. Your thumb was up in the corner of your mouth, and you were gnawing on it slightly.

"Hey!" the grab was jarring, and honestly you weren't even aware you were nibbling your thumbnail, too focused on the movie in front of you. "Cut it out," you try and wriggle out of her grip.

She grabs the remote and pauses the movie. Her wrist is still around your arm and she jerks it up and towards your face again

"Look. Your cuticles are all peeled away and your thumb is wrinkly and red," she says.

"So?" you avoid eye contact, suddenly finding a loose thread on the couch very interesting. The hand not clenched by your girlfriend picks at it.

"So, it isn't good for your finger. Or clean, when was the last time you washed your hands?"

"Uhm..."

"That's what I thought. Next time I catch you doing it, there will be consequences."

Consequences, you think, yeah right. What's she going to do, cut my thumb off?

---

It's been bumper to bumper for what feels like forever. Your navigation app says there's an accident, on top of typical commuter traffic, plus an off ramp being worked on means you're late. Really late, for dinner with your girlfriend's parents, nonetheless.

There's a sudden tight burning feeling on your thigh. Something, or rather, someone, is pinching you. It breaks the anxious spiral you were in and you yelp, finger falling from your mouth.

"What was that for?" you turn to your girlfriend in the passenger seat, looking smug.

"Finger in the mouth. Consequences, remember?"

"Not while I'm driving! I could have crashed!"

"I wouldn't say you're actually driving right now," she says, indicating the sea of stationary cars around you.

You roll your eyes and huff, "semantics."

You consider just shutting up and letting it go, but the anxious tension in the car is making you a little edgy.

"It's not a big deal if I chew on my fingers or bite my nails. I don't get sick from it, my fingers don't get infected. Plus, I think it helps me focus sometimes."

"Not infected yet. But, that's not all it does."

"What do you mean?"

"You really haven’t noticed? Anytime you're sad, or scared, or stressed you start gnawing on your fingers like a beaver," she's smirking now, like this was some grand revelation she'd been hiding from you. "It's pretty obvious you find your fingers comforting. I'm surprised you've got any nails at all!'

"I mean, I guess..." you don't want to admit to it, but you know she's right. You do find nibbling your fingers soothing. God, how embarrassing. Who else puts their fingers in their mouth for comfort? Babies.

"This is giving me an idea!" You glance over again and can practically see the lightbulb flash over her head. She starts tapping rapidly on her phone, leaning to the side so you can't see.

"Care to share with the class?"

"No. Now focus on the road."

You're about to argue that there is literally nothing you need to be focusing on, when the car in front of you starts to inch forward. You relax your foot off the brake, and as you pick up speed the whole conversation leaves your mind.

----

"Ready?" she calls from the living room.

"Ready!" you respond behind a mouthful of popcorn. You carry the steaming and buttery smelling bowl into the living room and park yourself on the couch next to her, tossing in another mouthful.

"Before we start, close your eyes," your girlfriend says.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

You close your eyes. You can hear a faint rustling...maybe she's digging in her pockets?

"Open your mouth,"

"Open my m-mmph!?" You don't even finish your thought before something is shoved in your mouth. It's bulbous, and hollow, and something connected to it is pressed against your lips. It's a...no, it couldn't be. Could it?

You open your eyes and go slightly crosseyed trying to look at what has been, quite abruptly, inserted between your teeth.

"A pashi-," you spit it out, "a pacifier, really?"

"Yeah!" She's beaming, for some reason. "Now you can have something in your mouth when you need to focus, or when you're anxious, or-"

"Um, I don't think so. I'm not a baby."

"This one is for grownups," she says, matter of factly.

"Well, this grownup doesn’t need a pacifier, thank you very much,"

"Says the grownup who sucks and chews their fingers,"

"I don't recall seeing an age limit on the finger-chewing-manual,"

"Just try it? Please, for tonight?"

Her sincerity catches you off guard. She really is trying to help you, it seems, even if her methods are a little humiliating.

"Fine, fine. If I think I'm going to put my fingers in my mouth, which I won't, I'll use the..." you can't quite get yourself to say the word.

"Pacifer? Binky? Paci? Soo-"

"Ok, ok I get it."

---

The popcorn bowl has been long discarded, just a few greasy kernels at the bottom. You're curled up, knees underneath you and head pressed against your girlfriend's shoulder when a particularly tense scene picks up on screen. Automatically, your fingers start creeping up your chin. Your pointer finger is hooked over your bottom lip and your teeth are clamping it in place.

Your girlfriend’s warm hand slowly tugs your finger away, and you let out a soft whine.

"Shh, shh," she says, as if soothing a fussy baby.

She slips the pacifier in your mouth, and you go to spit it out, but her fingers are pressing it tight against your lips.

"Try? For me?"

Her words trigger a deep urge in you, one to do whatever she says. It blossoms in your chest and a warm feeling you associate with blind obedience takes over. You give a little nod of your head and pull the pacifier in further, allowing her to release her fingers.

You rub your tongue over it and gently gnash your teeth on the soft rubber, getting a feel for it. Contracting your cheeks you give it a tentative suck, and find that it glides over your tongue smoothly. It takes barely any effort at all to get into a satisfying rhythm. Before you know it, your attention is back on the climaxing movie and the pacifier is bobbing on an even measure in your mouth. Any tension you'd been carrying from the day seems to melt away as you suckle. The stimulation in your mouth is helping you focus on the movie, and you don't feel the urge to give in to your typical restless squirming.

You don't think your fingers will be back in your mouth anytime soon.

Feeling Of Being Watched/Feeling Of Being Seen

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.