Ina Svarren thinks shes settled into the Compact rather well all things considered, but her home planet has just a few too many ghosts of the Accord lingering around. The Actaea is going to leave orbit in the next few days, pushing farther toward Terra as the Domestication Campaign winds down to a close. Ina figures that gives her just enough time to explore the ship, and see if she fits better onboard than back home.
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Characters: Floret Characters (Human Domestication Guide), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Van Life, Running a Post Scarcity Shop, One Shot, Ace fluff, Gen but the setting is rated M, Worldbuilding is my Kink
Got more of the writing bug so posted another.
Part of a oneshot anthology series Tales from the Actaea Ranunculaceae.
Third coming soon as I broke through my writers block on a separate draft I had sitting around right after posting this. Please sub for more as I world build my way across the Compact!
Hosting the world cup might end up being the most impactful own goal in history. They have introduced American sports fans in the deep south to European style democratic socialism at a time when they have a US based DS to look to, reaffirmed to Europeans that the problem is not Americans its the American government, and shown the administration trying to throw its ass around in a language that deep south sports fans can understand on an intrinsic level.
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has anyone else noticed that pretty much everyone who is worth knowing seems to be doing really bad all of the time and is never allowed a moment's respite from all the pointless cruelties and horrors ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓
Every time Sean Astin makes a statement on whether or not Sam and Frodo were indeed gay for each other in lord of the rings he’s always like “well we have to acknowledge that attitudes around sexuality have changed dramatically over the past several decades and since authorial intent is only up to speculation, the story is open to multiple readings, some of which might have different significances for different groups of people also they kiss on the lips because I said so”
Rosie: "This is my husband Sam, and that's his husband, Frodo. Frodo is my husband-in-law. I'm not into him, he's he's a bit too 'elfy' for my taste, but Sam likes him, and that's fine with me. As far as I know, Frodo can't give Sam children, but Frodo looks after ours all the same, so I don't mind sharing Sam if it means another pair of eyes on the wee ones. In all honesty, our family tree is right simple compared to some hobbits. Yes, I'm referrin' to you Lobelia, over there pretendin' you ain't eavesdroppin'. Still bitter you ain't got either of my boys or their house, eh?"
Tbh it's canon that Frodo invited Sam and Rosie to move in to Bag End after their wedding and they all lived there for a couple of years until Frodo went to Valinor, so yeah. Running with it.
And once Rosie dies, Sam says his goodbyes and disappears after him.
what’s funny is people assuming that rosie would somehow be too dim or naive to KNOW that sam loved frodo, instead of looking at a guy who would loyally follow a beloved friend to hell and then help carry him home again, and not be like ‘oh i can’t not fuck that.’
Polyamory, specifically polyandry, would be an interesting solution to the oddball population of the Shire.
The Shire is excellent farming country, with consistently good weather, and only one tough winter in living memory; hobbits like to produce large families; they’re resistant to disease, rarely violent, and encounter few dangers. It is usual for hobbits to produce many children, so that (for example) Bilbo and Frodo are unusual in both being only children, with no siblings, and not having children of their own. All of this should point to a population that increases every generation if not doubling outright. Young people (and their ideologies!) should rapidly outnumber the old with an ever-increasing effect and impact on society. However, the Shire has a surprisingly stable history; it never seems to increase or decrease greatly in population, and the bell curve of age seems… demographically balanced? There certainly isn’t a conflict from rising young bloods challenging the middle-aged reactionaries; there’s no unemployment; there are no housing crises or waves of emigration, or even a tendency for young people leaving home to marry. Meanwhile, not only does the Shire not suffer from internal pressures, but it remains obscure and hardly noticed in global politics.
What makes sense here is that adult hobbits form a loose group. Four parents in a polycule, between them all, may produce four children. All four parents claim to have four children. An outsider would assume this meant the adults had eight children.
Hobbits therefore are not especially fertile or fecund. They simply have large families. Much of their interest in genealogy is due to the complex relationships of blood-kin, hearth-kin, love-kin and pledge-kin, who must all be carefully tracked and measured - not just because you need to make sure that you don’t climb into bed with an un-permitted degree of blood-kin, but to track family alliances and carefully quantify the precise level of thoughtfulness to put into the proper present to gift your father’s lover’s lover (too much implies a degree of intimacy that might upset the polycule.)
Thus, while a hobbit matron may tell a startled dwarf that she has seven sons, she might only have borne five of them herself, and have one hearth-son by her wife, and a pledge-son of her first husband’s. There are between three and four fathers involved at various stages of production, from conception to pledge-duty, but there is debate about the precise number of fathers, as one child was festival-conceived and therefore provisionally pledged to the Brandybucks until more distinctive paternal traits should materialise. It’s expected that four of the sons will be uninterested in women, and their contribution to family life will be in raising hearth-children and pledge-duty. However, this level of detail is normally negotiated later in conversation, as a mutual overture of friendship. So she’s just clear and simple: yes, certainly, she has seven sons. Yes, they’re all hers. Yes, that’s fairly normal - yes, hobbits like big families. How big? That’s really hard to say! Well, about thirteen hobbits live in her house… er, she has forty-three nieces and nephews. Yes! She has nine siblings, that’s correct, but some of them are still babies themselves..
In this way, a bewildered dwarf might assume that hobbits are absurdly fertile, producing an average of seven children per couple, at an absurd pace.
When in fact, with about half of hobbits never bearing biological children, the population of hobbits is pretty much always the same.
Tl:dr, hobbit population works perfectly well, both internally and in the perceptions of outsiders, if the majority of the Shire is gay, they’re all polyamorous, and they all firmly claim to be parents of high numbers of children. Of course Frodo fathered Sam’s kids - he named them! They were pledge-kin but not hearth-kin, as Frodo needed a lot of quiet and stability in the home.
No outsider ever parses hobbit genealogy well enough to understand this except for Gandalf, who never explains anything either.
Since “pledge” kinships are multidimensional and can occur in different directions, hobbits can form - and formalise - family bonds simply because they choose to. Gandalf doesn’t tell anyone that the formation of Thorin’s Company, the Fellowship of the Ring, and Belladonna Took’s Accidental Troop of Mercenaries* are legal formations of pledge-siblings, a hobbit family structure usually claimed to increase social class and prestige (as high numbers of pledge-kin confer distinction on a hobbit, being a sort of popularity vote/endorsement that adds greatly to their social power. Incidentally, this is partly why Bilbo was both controversial and successful in his pledge-claim of Frodo; outsiders mistook his “bachelor” status as someone living outside of heteronormativity, while the Shire was bewildered and increasingly annoyed by his rejection of pledge and hearth commitments. By rights Bilbo had too few pledge-kin, and too little parenting experience, to claim rights to an orphan, especially one from Brandybuck hearth; but conversely, his social status was high enough that his belated bid for his very first pledge-son couldn’t reasonably be denied by anybody.)
In short, all of the hobbits enjoyed achieving even larger families on their adventures, legally and without argument or debate. It’s free real estate. If nobody else is going to sibling these losers, we will. (The condensation of so many entanglements at once also legally made Pippin his own father-in-law.)
Gandalf never explained.
* see the post about the Old Took’s “enchanted diamond cufflinks” that obeyed the wearer’s commands; which were probably, given the general state of things, two lost silmarils recovered by his Remarkable Daughters and gifted to him because things stay small and safe in the shire
Only through Boromir while Boromir was alive! Pippin’s familial claim through Boromir technically dissolved on Boromir’s death, as Denethor hadn’t been privy to it, and those bonds rarely stretch to a stranger when the person in the middle has died before introducing them; although Pippin, who was well-brought-up, perfectly and politely rectified the problem at once by simply swearing himself as Denethor’s pledge-son. but through his blood-cousinship to Frodo, who was older than Boromir, his status as the Took double-primarc (don’t ask) and the proximity-enhanced status-doubling effects of having a five-way cousin in Merry, Pippin was demonstrably higher status as a pledge-sibling and was also his own father-in-law and approved of himself. As such, he would have significantly raised Boromir’s social status and marital prospects in the Shire.
Inheritance follows parent-child pledge as the primary consideration, with matrilineal descent as the secondary. Pippin would have been bewildered to gradually understand that Denethor held his two sons in such odd and different standing :-/ hobbits don’t recognise kingship so it would’ve been very upsetting and disappointing to Pippin to understand how Denethor stood in position of sworn-father to a whole city of people without even being slightly fair to his younger hearth-son. Aragorn is demonstrably much better dad-material and therefore had Pippin’s vote. Pippin, by virtue of being an excellent father-in-law to a spectacularly promising young son-in-law, also considered himself a better candidate for king of Gondor than Denethor, by outranking him in Dad Competence - but was too busy by the time he realized this to point this out .
Ironically, the events in which Pippin realized this made Faramir his own hearth-son - so Pippin won in the end and took a great interest in ceremonially approving of Eowyn. Gandalf never explained
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Freyja's mind loves to run away from her sometimes. When she gets like this, the simple act of climbing into her mech and doing her job and doing it well lets her reset. Only now its so much better than it used to be.
Starting to dip my toes into actually writing HDG fics, I would love if some of the people here would be willing to give their feedback.
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huh what? *takes off headphones* oh yeah pepsi is fine *puts headphones back on* *continues listening to deep_voiced_woman_insists_you_take_her_seed.mp3*
>landlord of my building changes
>new online portal for paying rent
>required to set up an account with Bilt Inc.
>Bilt will add $10 a month to my rent if I pay it using my debit card
>look for ways to avoid this fee by paying directly through my bank account
>required to set up an extra account with Plaid Inc.
>Plaid demands the password to my bank account (!!!!!!!) to connect, after which their terms of service will allow them to monitor all of my financial activity and sell that data to the highest bidder
>look for a way to set up my account through a regular ACH process without taking this massive security risk
>download the Bilt app on my phone because it's the only way to directly contact their help desk
>realize that the Bilt app has an ACH option for connecting my bank account that is available on the app but completely unavailable on their web portal (illegal?)
>finally enter my routing and account numbers like a normal human being
>app still tries to redirect me towards giving away my bank account password
>avoid this again
>Congratulations! Your account has been set up!
>doomed to a future of both email and physical mail spam from Bilt trying to pressure me into a Bilt Rewards credit card that allows me to earn 4% of my spending back in Bilt Cash that can be redeemed at qualifying establishments, terms and conditions apply
>this is considered an efficient mechanism for transferring money between two accounts
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Head of engineering: “Look I understand your concerns but I promise you even if Unit-19H was at an uncomfortable temperature we don’t have enough blankets!”
Pilot that hasn’t slept in 52 hours, between sobs while spreading three blankets on top of their mech: “But she’s cold!”
I stagger into the hangar bay. I'm off shift. I'm hungover (possibly still a little drunk). I've slept maybe 30 hours this week.
I'm also cursed with the burden of being really good at my job.
The pager on my wrist sqwawks again like I'm not already in the room and approaching the gaggle of hapless techs.
"Oh thank God you're here," the shift head of engineering says. "She's been at-"
I shut them up with a raised hand and a grunt.
"I need an emergency blanket, a space heater compatible with the mech's cockpit interface, and one of the cushions from the couch in the breakroom."
The engineer blinks at me. I think technically they outrank me, but one of the perks of my job is I don't give a shit.
"Now?" I prompt, sending them into motion. "And get me some fucking ibuprofen."
I drag myself up the gantry to where the pilot is frantically trying and failing to rearrange the blankets on the top of her mech.
Poor thing is sobbing.
I crouch down and help her with her current effort.
"She's cold," the pilot sobs in frustration.
"Yeah, I know," I reply gently. "She told me."
The pilot pauses and stares at me. Her hands are quivering from lack of sleep and whatever chemical high she's on.
I make a mental note to sit down with the shift coordinator and tear him a new one.
"Do you know why she's cold?" I ask.
"She... I..." the pilot says, struggling to form a sentence not consisting of 'she's cold'.
"If you're cold, she's cold," I explain.
A tech shows up behind me with another blanket, but this one's not for the mech. I tear off the wrapper and hand it back to the tech.
I rise and unfold the blanket.
The pilot struggles feebly as I wrap the blanket around her shoulders and wrap her into a tight burrito.
"N-no! She's cold! She can't be alone!"
"Shhhhh..." I whisper to her, "we're not going anywhere."
She weighs almost nothing in my arms. Her frantic squirming dies as I carry back inside her mech. Actually, her whole entire body relaxes.
Cameras whir as 19H tracks our movement. It... (no, the pilot had referred to 19H as 'she') ...she is on dock override, but I know with a high degree of certainty that she's in just as much distress as the pilot.
"I've got your..." a tech says from behind us. He hefts the cushion and the heater.
"Stow the cradle," I say softly. "Stick the cushion up close to the aux ports and get the heater set up after we get settled."
He complies without question. I like that in a tech.
(I think the dumbass head of engineering forgot my painkillers)
With the cradle stowed, there's just enough room for two on the floor of the cockpit. I settle onto the floor with the pilot in my lap.
"Are we going back out?" the pilot mumbles in confusion.
"No, new orders came in," I tell her. "Commandant wants you and 19H to get some sleep."
She makes a confused noise, but falls silent as I slide an aux connector into the jack on her rig. No biochem feedback lines, that'd probably fuck both of them up even more then they already are right now. But there's so much neural bleed that linking them up is the only way to bring them down from this.
(The psychs probably disagree with me on that point, but they can fuck off if they can't be bothered to deal with an emergency like this)
(That's not fair, the psych department here is understaffed and underfunded. And this is hardly a real emergency... yet)
The space heater whirs to life, bathing us in its warmth. The pilot relaxes, really relaxes this time, in my arms. And it's probably mostly my imagination, but 19H relaxes too.
I hug her close to my chest and settle both of us gently so that our heads rest on the cushion.
My body is going to fucking ache tomorrow. I make a mental note to schedule a massage.
"Do you need anything else?" the tech murmers softly.
He's watching us, all curious-like, like he's seeing some kind of magic. He wants to know how I do what I do, but he's too nervous to ask.
That's good, I could use an assistant. I make a mental note to follow up on that.
"No we're good, just-"
But he's already dimming the cockpit lights. Yeah, I definitely gotta follow up with him.
But that's a task for tomorrow.
Right now, with the pilot snuggled up tight in my arms, my task is to start humming some lullabies... Okay, I don't actually know any lullabies, my repetoir is mostly media theme music, and I'm almost certainly way out of tune, but you know what? It gets the job done.
Soon the pilot is snoring softly, and dreaming of whatever it is that linked pilots and mechs dream of.
This is easily the most interesting take I've ever seen discussing why the older generations seem to struggle so much with the discussions and changes with gender identity, and I think it's absolutely worth reading.
Obviously it doesn't cover 100% of intolerant people, but I think it explains a decent chunk tbh.