The Professor Layton Series Takes Place In The 2010s England Is Just Like That

Why are so many people convinced that babies are trying to manipulate them? They’re babies. They literally don’t know how to do anything except suck and scream and be confused. They’re not “manipulating” you. They’re experiencing extreme back pain.

Did you know that? That babies get back pain? They can grow over an inch in one day. Their bones are stretching and it hurts a lot and they don’t know why. Give them a break.

I had a thought that I hope you enjoy:

Hershel holding baby Luke for the first time, looking so awed by how tiny this baby is, then Clark, Claire and Brenda just start cooing and awing, saying he’d make a great dad, completely embarrassing him

Your ask inspired me this whole comic haha !

I have a lot of headcanon about their first meeting and a lot of things about the birth of our dear Luke Triton, but I don't want to spoil anything, so here is a few pages about this dubject haha !

Plus, I can finally draw ✨Brenda✨so it makes me REALLY happy !

I hope it brings joy to you too ;)

Were you super upset about your parent smoking too ? Or was I the only annoying kid ?

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They're cringe little gamers who watch shows and movies together. Sans def messes with Alphys and riffs on any of the anime she likes. But there are some movie choices that might be a bit more...

WHOOPS.

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

An "independent Terran" telling her strangely supportive friend on the Overnet all about how much she secretly wants to be domesticated by the Affini that just moved into the hab next door, blissfully unaware that they're one and the same.

Sharing all her deepest most intimate fantasies, asking if the Affini would like it if she started wearing companion dresses (her "friend" seemed incredibly enthusiastic about this one for some reason), confessing the desire to just give in and beg to become her floret is getting harder to resist every day, no idea she's been telling all of this to her soon-to-be Mistress until it's far too late.

country girls make do!

seam's little seap :) old lineart that i decided to add some color to for funsies!

All You Need by ObliviaWrites

Released: January 2025

16k words; 3 chapters

Notable Tags: Class-C, Bimbofication, Vampirism

Status: Complete

A tribute to the incredible horny potential of Class Cs, featuring a bitter terran lapsed academic and the deadbeat affini neighbor whose attention she just can't seem to shake. Catamina Prince knows that something in her life needs to change. Since the affini arrived, her academic career has been in a downward spiral, her frustrations with the new status quo grow by the day, and she's never been more alone. Her annoying neighbor, Gracie, will not stop telling her to take it easy and sample her hospitality, but what does Gracie know? Catamina knows herself and she knows what she needs. Right?

...January's been a good month.

Class-Cs, or "bonding enhancers", are very hot. Citation: this fic. This is a beautiful corruption fic, about a Terran who really needs to chill out at least a little bit, and so gets an implant that dispenses class-Cs to help with it. Against her will, naturally. It is an extremely hot story, running that delightful border between dubcon and noncon, with a heaping helping of love potion.

Also, if I may offer a bit of paratext: Oblivia also made art of Gracie, reposted here with permission. Gracie looks like she stinks good.

LIke. Damn. Girl can get it.