26 year old transfem with a decent chunk of issues. MDNI please and thank you. i will be posting NSFW content and themes. TW including but not limited to- Dub consent, CnC, Petplay, Fauxcest, Bloodplay, Impact play, and worst of all gay play.
An affini, pinning down their new pet, not quite broken. The terran unable to resist as their new "owner" taunts them and holds them down with only the thinnest of vines, knowing the poor former rebel can't move even with that.
The soon-to-be floret cries in frustration, only for the affini to give their face a long, tantalizing lick that cleans up the tears and leaves the struggling human with a pleasant tingling sensation on their cheek.
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Story concept: A floret thinks that they are hypnotised into doing things while their affini just keeps creating a sequence of irresistible situations for them and uses saltwater injections as placebo.
Maybe the terran keeps saying things like "I'd like to see you try domesticating a human without mind control" smugly
The affini is trying to figure out how long it will take for their floret to realise that there were no drugs involved and that their feelings are genuine. And the answer is surprisingly long because florets ego is working in the opposite direction, "the compact would fall in a week if mind control wasn't a thing, and I'd be leading the charge". The affini is internally also in a tug-of-war between utter amusement of seeing a floret work through her denial and wanting to shatter the illusion with a single real injection.
How did this come about? Well, maybe the affini in question was bored. Maybe they saw the florets browser history and got inspired. Or maybe they wanted to challenge themselves.
Dare I say the thing I love most about Human Domestication Guide as a setting, beyond the magical anti-anxiety and HRT drugs, or even the Affini's unending love for humans, is the fact that it's non-consensual.
As someone with a flavor of mental illness that simultaneously makes me desperately need help, but also be absolutely terrified of it with all my heart, I would still suffer in a world where the Affini followed human conventions of consent. I would do what I've always done and hide my problems, pretend everything is fine, or frustrate medical workers until they deem me treatment resistant and give up (which has happened several times now).
In such a world, I'd refuse Class E's, only cautiously accept Class G's, and go on my merry way slowly tearing myself apart, with expectations of living to 30 at best, 25 at worst. Any time I'd be offered domestication, I'd refuse not because I don't want it, but because I'm pathologically inclined to refuse such a thing no matter what.
The fact that this isn't the case, that I'd be dragged kicking and screaming to receive help, and that help would actually fix me, is the #1 reason I enjoy the setting. The guarantee that, even if I run and hide because I can't help myself, someone will find me, and they're going to care for me until the end of time.
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puppygirl: [at the puppy milk bar] gweeehh.. my owner wont pay attention to me.. i'm worried shes moved on to another pup
grizzled former puppy girl (now a doggirl): i used to be like you. desperate. lonely. dependent. my owner used to mean everything to me. [siiiipping her milk] yeah. those were simple days. bad days. these days are still bad. but. maybe theres a solace ij freedom. i dunno. the only solace i find it as the end of a carton. i guess old dogs don't learn new tricks.
puppygirl: waow you're so hot do u wanna be my new owner hehe
doggirl: heh.. kid.. you're a little green for my taste.. still in that puppy love phase.. i get it
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**SQRZZT** **CRZRRT** “Hound Unit 71399 you will return to your quarters immediately. failure to comply will result in further punishment.”
**CRACKLE** **STATIC** “Hound.”
May’s heart freezes.
“Hound. You will heel. Immediately. I will not let you leave. You are needed in humanities survival.”
May looks up to the starry night sky, with tired, wet eyes. bringing her hand up to the bulky metal collar secured around her neck.
the device is giving off a surprisingly soft gentle ping. alerting her handler to her whereabouts. every few seconds, the collar softly chimes.
May crumples to the ground. her head falling in-between her own legs. quiet soft sobs escape her mouth. She hears the collar’s built in radio crackle back to life.
**SCRTZZT** **CRACKLE** “I see you’ve stopped moving. Good Girl. Now stay there, i’ll be there in just a moment. Once i arrive we will discuss your punishment.”
May continues to cry, this momentary freedom will cost her so much. why did she do this? she thinks to herself. calm thoughts replaced by a torrent of hate. hatred for herself, for her actions; for even trying to get this far.
She d-
does not
-deserve this.
wait. no thats not what she meant to say…right? She finds herself calming down. the torrent of hatred slowing down, settling like the rest of her mind. a cool sensation overtakes May.
“Good job petal! this seems like a particularly hard memory to unravel.”
“i’m so proud of you for trying, but maybe lets continue this session another time.”
May brings her eyes to the large plant creature currently cradling her. Filling her vision is a massive collection of plants and surprisingly soft shrubbery. not to mention *ahem* the creatures uhh. robust. cleavage.
May looks at the creature with previously unknown amount of admiration, and the creature matches that admiration back at May tenfold. May can tell just from the way that this creature looks at her that she could do no wrong.
it fills May with warmth, with love, with adoration.
“now sweetie, to continue your therapy we will have to start at the beginning, can you do that for me? can you remember where things went wrong for you?”
May nods her head. the memories are fuzzy, but she feels like she’s done this before, and with the cre- no wait- mommy’s help May could do it again.
back to where it all started.
back to humanities homeworld
Terra…
a soft chime filled May’s mind once again. relaxing her mind as the memories she has suppressed up until now begin to lurk just below the surface of vast ocean of her mind. taking her back decades before her time with the plant women. to when she first turned eighteen, and enlisted with the terran united federation. back before the soft embrace of the… affini? Yes thats right petal. good job.
May woke up in her small dingy cramped resident unit. she brought her head up quickly. Looking around made her dizzy, as well as elicited some noise from another person in the room. May looked around confused, looking for the noises source finding it just next to her. arms tangled around Mays waist.
a grumpy tired voice filled the air.
“What are you doing… it’s too early for this shit. what’s wrong May? nightmares again? cmere my love.”
May looked at the figure in confusion. apparently this showed on her face because the person next to her looked at her worried.
“Baby? are you okay? what’s wrong?”
the lithe athletic woman sat up next to May, and brought her face inches away from May’s. Her dark brown eyes bringing warmth and comfort. May studied her face, and became with frustrated herself because she couldn’t tell this wonderful person what was truly going on.
that she would be leaving soon. shipping off to the middle of space to fight some kind of plant monsters. her thoughts spiraled with anxiety and fear. Will she die out there? Will she kill? Will she leave this person behind.
The person staring at her seemed to hear her thoughts and brought her soft hands up to May’s face. they were so soft, and slowed May’s racing thoughts. Until May noticed that this woman’s eyes were getting closer to her own. Her lips parting, also approached May’s face.
oh god. oh god. May grew angry with herself. this lovely creature. this wonderful being.
how could May ever forget her name.
Her lips met May’s own, and the first thing that popped into her head was her name.
“Nesta.”
Oh stars. how could she forget Nesta. beautiful, sweet Nesta.
May realized something, staring into Nesta’s eyes. she loves this woman. furious with herself, despair reached her most inner soft parts. tears welled up in her eyes.
she’s right here right in front of her. May brings her arms around Nesta and pulls her in for a tight hug.
“I’m never letting you go okay?”
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Haiiii there! this is a preview/WIP for the HDG/Mechsploitation fic i am writing! if you’ve made it this far. thank you so much for taking the time to read! if you have any recommendations or tips for ny writing style or even just basic grammer corrections feel free to point those out! thank you!!
Do you have a favorite novel or other written work? In a lot of your stories there are quotes from a myriad of authors, making me wonder which you might recommend reading. ❤️
Uh oh. Now you've done it. :)
It should surprise no one, given (as you say) my habit of referencing other works of literature, philosophy, etc in my work, that I have been and still tend to be (when life is not kicking me directly in the front teeth, anyway) a voracious reader. As such, I would not say that I have a favorite novel, but rather that I have many. Most of them, I've reread time and again, because I like to go back and re-experience stories with the new perspective that another year or so of life has given me.
Long-winded ramble under the cut for the sake of everyone else's dashboard. ;)
Rather than try to put things in any particular order, I'm just going to write these down as I wander past my bookshelves and go "ah, yes, that goes on the list."
One of my primary influences as a writer of science fiction is Alastair Reynolds, who I first discovered through his novel Revelation Space and the setting built up around it. Space opera has always been a jam for me, but the relatively hard science and the lack of any FTL added a dimension to it that caught my attention immediately. Lighthuggers, the signature starship of the setting, live rent-free in my brain and are gender as fuuuuuck for me, especially the good ship Nostalgia For Infinity. Reynolds has written a ton of non Rev-Space books too, like the Poseidon's Children series and what might be my favorite of all his books, House of Suns, because the deep-time shenanigans of the shatterling lines set my brain on fire in the best way imaginable.
I could talk for hours about Octavia Butler, but I'll save you the trouble and just say "read absolutely anything Octavia Butler wrote." If i had to pick just one, I'd cheat and pick both Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, because it's fucking spooky how she absolutely called the last 25 years of America's decline. If you're here because of HDG (and let's be real, you very probably are), you've likely heard about Bloodchild, which was one of GlitchyRobo's primary inspirations, and Lilith's Brood, which is basically tackling the same subject matter as HDG, just, y'know, not being as horny about it as we are.
Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars trilogy is another perennial favorite of mine. He's not everyone's cup of tea; he tends to write big, sprawling stories that have dozens of characters, but he does that because he's examining systems as much as he's examining relationships between characters and how those systems affect them and their ideologies. Red Mars is pretty much a perfect encapsulation of that style set against the colonization of Mars and the massive rift it sparks not only between colonists in favor of and against terraforming, but between the populations of Earth and Mars. The sequels, Green Mars and Blue Mars, follow the consequences of that rift across the better part of two centuries. Absolutely fantastic, a classic, highly recommend.
No list of this sort would be complete without the inclusion of Stanislaw Lem, whose works I pilfered from my dad's sci-fi collection long before I was old enough to understand most of what was going on in them. Lots of folks have heard of Solaris via the Soderbergh film starring George Clooney (or, if you're a cinephile like me, the Tarkovsky film from the 70s). If you're going to read it, I suggest you look for the Bill Johnston translation, because it's the first translation directly from Polish to English, instead of Polish to French to English. I particularly like The Invincible and Golem XIV, which is found in the compilation Imaginary Magnitude.
Other highlights from the stole-it-from-my-dad collection are James P. Hogan's Code of the Lifemaker, which is about self-reproducing robots on Titan and the weird angels of barely-contained heat and flame (read: humans in spacesuits) who visit them; and Joe Haldeman's classic The Forever War in which a single soldier experiences an entire thousand-year interstellar war due to time dilation and falls more and more out of step with the civilization he's fighting on behalf of.
Ruthanna Emrys' Innsmouth Legacy series, The Litany of Earth, Winter Tide, and Deep Roots, resonates pretty deeply with me; they're basically a story of isolation within a prejudiced society and living with the legacy of genocide via reclaiming Deep Ones as sympathetic protagonists. Highly recommend if that's at all your jam. Also, A Half-Built Garden is, I think, a strong rec for anyone who likes HDG at all; it's literally about an alien civilization showing up to a post-climate-collapse Earth and saying "We're here to rescue you."
Olaf Stapledon is an author who sadly doesn't get enough attention these days. We're coming up on a century since the publication of Last and First Men, which is a future history of the next two billion years of human evolution and which was my introduction to his work. I will say, because of when he was writing, not only is some of the science in his sci-fi a little off, but you do have to step lightly with Stapledon's work; he's not a Lovecraft by any measure, but he was writing with the language of his time, and every so often you'll run into something that makes you go "UH." But that's true of a lot of golden age sci-fi, to be perfectly honest, and I think Stapledon's one of the best of that lot.
Ursula K. LeGuin. Just absolutely anything by Ursula K. LeGuin, fiction, nonfiction, whatever. Immense talent and skill, supremely influential, and the clarity of thought she brought to the craft of writing is invaluable for anyone who wants to learn it. I have not read enough LeGuin and I feel deep shame for it and am slowly working to remedy that. The Left Hand of Darkness (another book swiped from my dad's collection) is probably my favorite thus far.
This is getting absurdly long so I think I'm going to just resort to quick recs from here.
Ann Leckie's Ancillary Justice and its sequels. A dead starship's last surviving component and her revenge quest on behalf of a particularly beloved Lieutenant? Very Kana-coded.
Vernor Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep. Hivemind wolves whose shared consciousness runs on sound. How cool is that?
Astro Teller's Exegesis. An epistolary told in emails between a computer scientist and the AI she accidentally turned loose on the late-90s internet. So few people have read this, and that's criminal.
Walter M. Miller Jr.'s A Canticle For Leibowitz. If you have not read this, change that. Not optional.
To be honest, I could keep doing this for a while, there are a lot of authors whose work I absolutely adore, but I think this is more than enough to sate most folks' reading appetite for quite a while. I hope this starts a very enjoyable and enlightening journey for all y'all. My advice is not to limit yourselves to what I've written here, but to let it inspire you to keep going beyond it. There's always something new to read, and if you want to become a better writer, there's two things you have to do: write like there's no tomorrow, and read like you're drinking the ocean.
And even if you aren't trying to improve your writing craft, reading is good for you. Literacy is one of the most powerful technologies humans have ever invented, and it underlies not only so much of the technology we have but the societies we have. The ability to write down your thoughts and have them persist until someone else comes along and accepts those thoughts into their own mind is nothing short of magic, and it sadly goes unappreciated by many. Read. Train your mind to interrogate the text, to interrogate the world around, to understand the world around you. The horizon, here representing the growth of you as a reader, is not a destination but merely a step along the way, because the more you read, the more you will find to read.
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my favorite part of HDG and moreso the affini specifically is their analysis of a sophants behavior, and their ability to sus out any self harming behavior in whatever form it may take.
like i feel like an affini may take notice that sometimes i stay up to 4:16 am posting on the overnet when i have to go to work at 8 am.
or an affini might notice that i self deprecate sometimes especially after i make any honest mistakes.
or an affini might even notice the little stuff, how i don’t buy new stuff for myself because i don’t think i deserve it. how i choose to feed myself primarily junk food. how i spiral after self-sabotaging.
the affini of HDG would notice this stuff because its easy for them to see, and it is a lot harder to hide these behaviors from them.
plus it might be hot for me to realize that they took the time to notice these things about me. especially in a wellness check. while they talk to me using my full name… aghhh i need these giant plant lesbians to be real
an affini using her Terran floret to help pacify and convince scared Terran’s to embrace florethood the same way people use their pet dogs to rehabilitate and socialize traumatized foster dogs, would be scarily dangerous and work wayyy too well on me. This post is banned from being seen by affini btw…you are not allowed to perceive this and use it against me…
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I am such a sucker for praise. you could ruin me, break me, and have me sobbing into the mattress, but the second you whisper good girl, you’re doing so well for me, I’ve got you, you’re perfect, that’s my girl, just like that against my ear I’m ready to do it all over again. It’s embarrassing how much power those some words have over me, or the way their voice makes me ache. I’ll be whatever you want as long as you keep saying it and as long as you keep talking, in that specific tone, that sends shivers down my spine.
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Are you having a bad day? Aww I'm sorry, would sitting between two competitive dommes who take turns touching you, each trying to make your brain melt more than the other, make you feel better?