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Are their outlets for sophents who like fire?
There are outlets for all sophont needs and desires. As long as you aren't endangering yourself or others, I'm sure your Owner will accomodate you. Far more destructive hobbies exist than the pyromantic desires you exhibit, petal!
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Can I be a floret without the constant drugging? I'll happily by your pet, and do as you say and wear the pretty clothes. I just don't like how the drugs make my head feel :(
The answer to this question is usually - your Owner will work with your Vet to get your dosage right. In the end, it's up to your Owner to decide if xenodrugs are right for their pet. You don't have to understand or agree with their decision. You won't be asked.
But ask politely to abstain, I'm sure that'll go well.
can i still be a floret if im rlly obsessed with the terran spaceship designs? i rlly like da spaceshipsss :3
Of course you can, silly!!!
Enjoying ship designs and being a good pet are NOT mutually exclusive!
Your owner will most certainly have many ways to help you participate in your favorite hobbies... Safely, of course~!!!
OOC: I got married last Friday! My wife is one of the reasons I even know what Human Domestication Guide is! I've also been feeling better, so I'm engaging in my hobbies more. My life is really coming together in a nice way. I hope you pervs all have a fantastic day, week, month, life!!! <3 <3 <3
Talking to my floret about wanting to domesticate a newbloom, and she had the gall to say "problematic bloom gap lol" before giggling and falling asleep. I can't even really get mad, but - she's wrong, right? A few blooms aren't TOO many, right? Right?
C'mon tanglr have my back here.
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I pull up my datapad to see if I'm in the right spot. I tap a few times on the cracked screen before my navigational data decides to update. A small notification bubble pops up, and an inhumanly cheerful voice informs: ["You have arrived at your FA meeting, cutie!!! Remember to have a great big smile today, we Affini lov-"] I quickly turn off the datapad and growl to myself before stuffing the device into my bag. Inside this bag, I had my datapad (of course), several bottles of water, and blocks of rations that were good to last several days. If I were careful. I... avoid dwelling on my scrapbook. There'd be time later to reopen that particular wound. I look left and right. The door looked like the entrance to one of those old habs, which makes sense since the meeting this week was in an abandoned complex. Out of all the things miraculous and strange about phytotech, one blessing for our people is that it doesn't require all that much maintenance. I input the passcode, and the hab door slides open, then shuts when I step inside. I look around the "living room" that was set up. The space - originally designed to house one or two Affini and their pets - could now comfortably accommodate our little support group. Especially with the fabricated furniture, food, and water. I see a few familiar faces, a few new ones. One of the familiar faces was Daphi, who took up the mantle of leading the meetings and helping to conduct civility, especially when emotions get high. The topics and feelings we bring to the table are contentious. I know a few of these folks would tear me apart if they knew how much I missed my Owner. Unfortunately, the time and place to share those feelings is here and soon. Daphi notices me and gives a large smile. "Comet~ good to see you! I hope your trip over wasn't too taxing?" She tilted her head. I shook mine, in turn.
"Daphi, you know I like to stay prepared! I got good rest and ate up before I arrived. I'm going to be a-okay!" I rub at the back of my neck, sighing. There used to be a feeling, there. Like when I lied. Guess without a strict hold on my leash, I... fell back into old habits.
The tall woman chuckles and throws her arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. "Hey, we Terrans have to stick together. We're all we got~ so you know I had to ask!" A few of us, including myself, squirm a bit overhearing her words. We all start to settle in. "Okay, everyone! My name is Delphi, She/Her. I'll be leading today's meeting. Some things you should know and ground rules: This is Floret's Anonymous. We are a support group for the abandoned Terran population of Hab Ring D. We cover a wide range of topics and discuss our stories and struggles honestly and without judgment. We only have a few rules - but they are important. "Rule One: Only the Abandoned are allowed to attend meetings - no, I don't care that your best friend is a Beeple, the Beeple's best friend is their Owner, so keep that in mind. " "Rule Two: No cross-talk. We share our stories, and that takes bravery and honesty. If someone has harsh feelings about their former Owner, I don't want someone who misses their Owner to pipe up about how great the Affini are. We all know that they're great - to beings they care about taking care of. For reasons we cannot know, Terrans are no longer on that list. You're allowed to love your ex; you're not allowed to yell at someone who hates their ex. Got it?" We all nodded. Smatterings of approval, some begrudging acquiesces. My friend Bethany, who is sitting next to me, whines a bit. She is toying with the string of her top nervously. She leans over to me and whispers, "Do... you think Mommy is ever going to come back...?" I give her sorrowful eyes, look to the floor, and shrug.
"I don't know what to tell you, Bethy. The plants left us here. Your Mommy is probably still stationed on this ship, of course! Just - not where we can see her." I bite my lip to keep from spilling my own guts out about my Guardian. I miss it so much. Bethany nods as she absorbs this information. Daphi concludes:
"To wrap up this preamble, I'm so proud of all of you for making it here for another meeting. I know it can be bleak out there in Hab Ring D, but we're doing just fine. We'll make this place home yet." She ends her speech and pauses for a bit. I look up at her with my puppy eyes and pout for a few beats. She smiles and hands me the microphone.
I look at all the faces and clear my throat. "Thank you, Delphi. First off, hi everyone! I'm Comet Syllgada, Third Flo...ret..." I look at them all as they process that I had - knowingly or not - recited my Floret name. My face turns bright red. "Um! s-she/her! Thank you! So, I... spend a lot of time trying to gain information on what's going on in the rest of the ship. In the rest of the Compact, y'know, just to keep my mind busy. I haven't been able to find a scrap of information on the ship's local network, and we no longer have access to the galactic overnet. My requests for information have gone ignored; my requests for supplies, however, are always met. So - Abandoned? Pretty harsh, we haven't been abandoned, we just aren't fit for Domestication anymore, there's a difference. Abandoned isn't even the official Affini term, so - y'know. Whatever. The hardest part for me, about the plants leaving, is that my Guardian can't regulate my emotions anymore. I have a chip installed in my Haustoric Implant, but it's not the same, you all know that. Guardian always liked to keep me fine-tuned to her specifications, and I didn't mind at all, because I was merely her pet-" A few eyes squint at me, I hear some whispers. "Does she... miss her Owner...?" "Oh my god, she's a pluppy..." "I knew she was like this, I just couldn't-" I look to Delphi to stop this, who turns her eyes to the floor. I stand up and growl at the Terrans. "You spoiled brats are probably the reason they fucking left, I know it." I stand up and run out of the hab, it feels like several people try to follow me, but I run off, losing them in the endless labyrinth of homes, usable and non-useable alike. I pull out my datapad, huffing, heaving, and puffing. Tears threatening to run rampant down my cheeks. ["-e you!!! Comet, you know Guardian loves you, right?"] I whimper and whine, and bite my lip. The tears start to flow. "N-no, you left me. You left me, Guardian..." I slide down the wall. A message pops up on my data pad. ["Events have been removed from your schedule, Comet!!! Event: FA Meeting. Looks like you got some free time coming up~ how exciting!!!"] My eyes twitch, and I throw my data pad. Fuck my actual life, how could those "recovering" florets judge me so harshly? I'm not even the most flort-brained girl there! FUCK!!!
...yeah, this was SO toxic that it deserves its own blog If you like AU's where almost every character is "goin through it" this is the one! Basically - humanity got abandoned, but isn't being neglected. they just aren't being actively taken care of anymore. Everybody has various opinions on the subject. <3 <3 <3 Enjoy, i'm gonna keep "pinnateable" as a cozy fanfic spot but this is for my fucked up borderline horror stories are gonna go from here on.
OOC: So, y'know like how pigeons were abandoned? Like they were a domesticated species that was... on a whole, abandoned by humanity? A whole species made dependent on us to survive and forgotten. Now clinging to existence by sticking close to their old masters, shades of their former glory as messengers and companions? So like - what if I started to write an AU where-
Oh petal, your consent is nice but not at all required <3
THATS WHAT IM SAYIN- *falls out of chair*
It's not kidnapping it's✨ 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✨
She bids me to call Her Mistress - but I know behind Her eyes there's a divine light. Building up my expectations - learning ritual by ritual, how to please my Goddess. She's so much more than I am. Her wisdom so much more refined - and vast, and ever-expanding. She experiences the universe on a scale I will never comprehend - and knowing that is a lesson in humility.
She is Divine, and I am Her First Floret - here to preach Her grace. Her mercy. Here to convert the so-called Independents into acolytes for Her Everblossoming Radiance, for Her Unending Beauty. She is Divine, and I am First Floret, but there is room in Her flock. <3 There is always room for another lost soul in Her care.
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sorry for not posting, everyone. My life hasnt been super... fun.
And ive been disassociating with mindless "fun" things. Plus my wife and i got pneumonia. Yeah.
Okay, the agenda for today - grab the "Voidpiercer" vignettes I wrote and beef them up a lil bit, stick them together, and that is chapter one. Then, write the Ambush sequence, and that's chapter two. That'll be a great start to "Hidden in Twilit Groves" and I think it'll sate the appetite of those who want "100,000 word fic with the bunny girl" lmao
Author's Note: Cinder Aubria is a sprout, and a transfemme. In this fic, she gets berated by an angry, feral thing that used to know her back in her feral days.
There are outwardly transphobic occurrences that happen, but the ending is sweet. I hope your enjoyment outweighs the drawbacks here. Just know - you are who you say you are, and I love each and every single one of you, even if you don't know me. Stay safe. <3
([Implant Activation: Gdv-XA00X] The code for my future fics is what caused the implant to activate, the intervention utilized, and the storage of the specific instances of this Violation/Prescription within a certain timeframe. I've been loose with my implant activation notation, and here we go - formalized. In this case, Gender Dysphoria Violation - Xenodrug Class-A - Number of times registered.)
Sometimes I meet another terran. They are usually nice but sometimes... the look they give me is so... it makes me feel something uncomfy.
Like, I met this person the other day? His name was... um... b-byron? maybe? And I said, "Hi, Byron!!! I'm Cinder, do you have a favorite color?" cuz i like to know people's favorite colors and stuff
Byron's eyes went wide, and he looked me up and down... and... I... it made me feel [Implant Activation: Gdv-XA001]. He said, "What the fuck happened to you, Chris?" [Implant Activation: Gdv-XA002]? [Implant Activation: Gdv-XA003]???
"I-I'm sorry? W-we've never met, I'm Cinder Aubria, First Floret (She/Her), I don't know who Chris is...?" Byron tilts his head at me, searching for something in my eyes I couldn't give.
"The fuck...? Those weeds took your name? Your gender? Your fighting spirit? They turned you into a drooling toddler?!" I gasped as Byron grew angrier and angrier, and I covered my ears. The big meanie started to take a step towards me, and my babysitter intervened quickly.
"Byron! Are you menacing this poor girl?" The tall lady who looked kinda like mommy but wasn't held out an arm between us, I tried to look around her at the boy.
"You stole Chris, you fucking weeds! You stole him!" [Implant Activation: Gdv-XA004]. My silly thing kept making my mind go blank, warm, and pink. I giggle to myself.
"H-ha... hahaha..." I start to laugh more and more. "W-when Mr. Byron talks to me, I feel all... giggly silly..." My babysitter pulls over her datapad and checks something.
"You keep triggering Miss Aubria's gender dysphoria, Byron." The large not-mommy looks down at the boy with anger. "It doesn't matter if you knew her from before; this is Cinder now. Tell her you're sorry."
He shakes his head. "You can't honestly tell me that my best friend is a girl." [Implant Activation: Gdv-XA005]. Another warm wave of pleasure seeps deep into my body.
"It's not up to you, little pet. You're getting put in time out." She scoops up Byron, who hits the plant lady's arm over and over. They disappear into a room, and I lean against a corner. Blissing out. I miss Mommy.
Soon enough, a hab door opens up, and my babysitter strides gracefully towards me. "Apologies, Cinder. My little petal is still - a misbehaved little feral thing. Not like you~ you're such a good little girl for us, aren't you?" I giggle and nod, hugging my stuffed beeple close. "I know... for being such a good girl, we're going to have a tea party! With real tea and desserts. Whatever your heart desires. Okay, little one?" I nod enthusiastically.
"Please, please, please! C-can we invite people over? Is it that kind of tea party? Can we invite Mommy? I miss my Mommy a lot."
The caretaker smiles and gives a sweet little nod of her head. "If you give me some time to prepare, I can ensure she will be in attendance. Okay, cutie?" I enthusiastically squeeze my beeple in reply.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" I can't wait for a tea party with my affini friend and whoever else shows up! Today's gonna be really, really fun after all! I can't wait to see Her. I miss her. I want her.
What even is the floret wiggler? :O
Sounds fun :3
The Floret Wiggler is a silly device which - well, that's a surprise for bad little florets~ How I personally learned about it was from the fic "The Floret Wiggler" where a bratty girl is put into The Machine. All she could recall of her experience was the joyous (or terrified?) screams of other florets in the machine. My friend and I disagree on what is actually inside - and it's never revealed. It's both terrifying and cute. Anyway~ it's a funishment reserved for naughty little brats. YOU won't have to worry about THAT, right?
I've been practicing my Terran mannerisms more since some xenosophonts are off put by my appearence. So in an effort to do so, I've been refining my expressions. Namely one to show trust and joy. Here...
How do I look~?
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My Mistress says I need constant supervision, so I always have at least one Affini near me for emotional support! Sometimes, I get to play with my babysitters pets <3 that's always fun because I get to learn their favoritest things! My favorites are kittygirls. They usually are shy at first but after a bit they get used to me and lay in my lap. <3
A piece of me still... wants to do mean things to them. Mistress calls that part "misguided." I think it was... sad ism? Imagine being sad <3
Sometimes, Mistress sets me in front of a floret called... um... a ther a... py? Pup? Py? I dunno. Anyway, she tells me I'm allowed to tell it anything and it'll keep my secrets. It took me a while but now I pet it and whisper my deep fears and thoughts and it hears me and kisses and snuggles, and makes it all better.
This life is strange but... um... better. I'm glad i can be my mistresse's pet.
That terran vessel is approaching my snare. I hoped they liked the little breadcrumbs I left for them. Enough to keep them going. Inspire hope. Inspire desperation...
Sometimes they'd refuse a supply drop, even though they were in dire need. It was foolish, but... cautious. They were always on guard for predators.
I prefer alert bunnies to complacent lambs. It's a hunt, after all. Not a slaughter. A slaughter would be effortless.
I liked tracking and trapping the Voidpiercer this way - it meant I'd get first pick. My peers would rather I call in support. No chance.
My little blossoms and I can handle a few malnourished, terrified Terrans. They were so close to my web... I can almost smell their fear.
