I Need This

deja vu. or something. haha. (starts sobbing furiously)

Time to beat up the King.

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Theory that Rouxls Kaard is actually kinda OP (and that he talks in butchered English because whatever he says in normal speech can automatically become a rule)

This one was popular with twitter

Can I be like you

you can be something better. you can be like you

no sentence fills me with utter loathing so much as "i asked chatgpt"

Old Haley art I did since there’s not enough of my bbygurl on here TT

Cactus and Bee girl wearing @hernyart’s cool shirt. (2021)

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.”

Honestly tho theorizing about Deltarune is fun, but we gotta admit we’re working on next to nothing here. Like…comparing it to Undertale, we’re at the end of Snowdin here. We’re trying to piece out Asgore’s identity from the tiny hints from Toriel and put together the whole story based on NPC dialogue. Sans is still just some guy; we don’t have the slightest inkling that Frisk isn’t the fallen human we name. For some reason we’ve collectively decided that Glyde is our favorite character

I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy You can read about her here. Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Jinx Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom