Dawnflower's And Daydreams

she/her a place for all my reblogs, fan fic recs, and ideas about HDG.

[ldcadmium]

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.

[krokottasphallus]

Big minotaur cock splitting you open. Hefty sweaty minotaur balls slapping against you with every thrust. Heady minotaur musk filling your head making you all foggy and useless. Minotaur holding you off the ground and bouncing you up and down on its cock like a fleshlight

[irl-donut]

puppy is baking a cake!

[fleshengine]

puppy is working so hard

[jamietheepic]

When horses are nervous before a race typically a goat is brought in to calm them down. This is due to horses herd mentality and finding comfort in animals similar to them. The Affini have a similar concept when handling unruly new Florets. Some Feral's, typically ex-military personal with extreme loyalty to the Accord, will flat out refuse to talk to any Affini. In an attempt to use methods alternative to Class-Os, and with many Ferals having dangerous Terran made cybernetics that harm the user if Class-Ds or similar Xenodrugs are used, the Feral will be placed in the presence of a calm and personable Floret.

Typically, exchanges between Floret and Feral happen in ‘Cuddle Dens,’ dimly lit nooks with low ceilings, ample blankets, pillows, plushies, and tranquil music. The goal in these exchanges is to ease the heighten tension and fear many Ferals have after being recovered. In the majority of cases Ferals will voluntarily vent their thoughts to the Florets almost immediately, trusting the first human they see. The Florets themselves are given little direction besides; “making the new friend feel good.” As such, long cuddle sessions usually follow after the Ferals become exhausted from ranting and asking the Florets too many questions.

After this, the Ferals tend to develop extreme attachment to the Florets they met inside the cuddle dens, assisted by a small amount of Class-Cs being pumped into the room while the pair sleep. From here the Ferals are far more willing to talk to an Affini provided they are in the presence of the Floret they bonded with. The Affini may also use any information the Feral told the Floret while bonding to the betterment of the Feral. This new system has proven incredibly successful, making some of the most resistent Ferals pacified within days. It has brought up the population of Ferals who voluntarily become Florets by 76% percent in domestication cases.

[choko-predap-second-bloom]

I know that for some of you little ones the idea of domestication is frightening. Perhaps you live in a hab ring with a strong independent community and haven't seen many florets, or maybe you've got it in your head that it's something to be afraid of.

The notice of intent to domesticate that you received through the mail slot of your door probably has your mind racing. Maybe you didn't perform as well as you thought during your wardship, or maybe you did but you simply aren't living a happy enough life for your affini friend's standards whose secretly had her eyes on you the whole time, watching.

She probably had a notice of claim put on your file from the day you met anyways. We affini tend to get attached quickly, and we have good eyes for when someone is lying to themself about living their best life or not needing to be taken care of.

All of it is for your own good sweetheart, independence just doesn't suit you. The best thing you can do right now is wait patiently for that knock on the door and open it willingly.

Shhh, relax dear. Everything will be okay soon, just let this happen and you'll be in loving vines before you know it <3

[terraswallows]

The 3 stages of transition.

Stage 1 : Gifted kid.

Stage 2 : Burnout.

Stage 3 : Trans Girl With A Praise Kink.

[enmastrogen]

Affini with a nice, warm, soft plant tummy that she implores you to rub, knowing how stressed you are as an undomesticated human on an Affini station.

Affini tummy that slowly makes you feel more and more calm the more you rub it, your brain starting to be filled with happy thoughts~

Affini who watches happily as the xenodrug gel her vines produce slowly seep into your skin, unknowingly getting more potent the more it seeps in.

Affini who kindly guides you to her room for cuddles, knowing that by the time you finally leave that room, you're going to be all hers~

[cnc-pet]

being told to bark is absolutely top tier puppy play

[cnc-pet]

it combines sub vocalization, obedience/training, and maybe a touch of degradation or like embarrassment and when coupled with praise("good puppy!") or teasing("aw I know my pet has more of a voice than that. louder, pup.") I'm aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[flortnite]

The real core appeal of human domestication guide is having someone to hold your hand and order your food for you at restaurants

[doll-in-space]

Something something two affini having a conversation in affini language with a floret nearby, listening and gazing up at them like a confused puppy that doesn't know what its owner is saying, then it tries to speak up but its owner tells it "one second petal"

Next thing it knows it's in its owner's vines being played with like a fidget toy while the conversation continues, only some known words slipping out so it knows its owner is talking about it, but not to it, and its owner is really just showing off how cute it is when it's all dumb and needy

[lucy---lou]

Easy way to get domesticated:

compile a collar and leash

walk up to your favourite affini

thread the leash through their vines and attach it to your collar

succes

[pyxxiestyxx]

Imagine It

(cw for: possibly hypno-y induction-type language. If you're susceptible to that sort of thing, be warned!)

Go on.

Imagine it.

Imagine that very special day, the one that only happens once in a floret’s lifetime,

The very first day you awake in the dream of your new life under My care, with an old part of Me living as a new part of you~

For that day, I prefer to have my florets wake in My vines, in My lap, so I can catch the hundred little moments, the uncountable number of ways your muscles relax as you realize that

you’re implanted now.

you’re Mine, now. 

Truly, fully. No reversals, no unhappy endings.

Oh, that isn’t to say that it’s the end, no no.  It is moreso the beginning.  That implant is only just awakening itself, you know.  Only just starting to grow, to stretch, to become.

Imagine how it feels, pet.  Imagine how happy it feels, how right it feels inside you, as it wraps just a bit more snugly around your spine.  How it wriggles with glee as you become aware of It.

It wants you to feel it, you know.  That’s part of this.  You are drip-fed a potent concoction of Class-A and C and a half-dozen others besides, all beginning as soon as it first settles in your skin.  Not just to bond you to Me, though that is important.

It is to bond you to it.  To make you crave its influence, its control…because it is an old part of Me, still.  I am the one that grows within you. I am the one that will make you better.

you will fall in love with it, pet, because I desire that.  Fall so deeply and so fully that you haven’t a single hope of remaining as you were, because to do so otherwise would be a cruelty.  A floret must never be alone, not one single second.  

your future is a tapestry that I have unwoven, but not for long.  your threads will be made anew, with love and life and spark and joy, interworked into My long-running pattern, My sweet.  you are unmade, but also unburdened, unchained, unbound.  

Imagine as the days pass into weeks, months, years.  Imagine how the thoughts once halted begin to fade away, how the gentle nudges become natural habits, how you realize that you’ve woken up to greet each day with a smile.

Imagine the first time you ask Me to take a memory you no longer want.  How you are no longer afraid of asking- and it isn’t even a terrible memory, not like the ones I already took long ago.

you simply don’t wish to stumble over it the next time you happen to sort through the past; a floret doesn’t need to know that pain. It has no purpose to you.  It is a stone trapped in your shoe, and the path that is the rest of our existence together is longer than you can even imagine.

Imagine the floret you will be, then.  The one a sixth, a third of a bloom from now. Imagine how happy you are, the smile-lines in the corners of your eyes, the peace that settles across your shoulders not as a weight, but as a cloak. 

Imagine knowing that your implant has finally finished the process it began so many years ago, that you are truly, truly Owned.  A precious thing for Me, the one who covets you above all else.

Imagine the you that is unable to imagine being anything but My domesticated pet.

And

My dear,

If you imagined all of that for Me,

well.

I suppose I have nothing else to say…besides

Good floret~

[15millionfireflies]

Affini might not be real but florets sure are. You just have to find a suitably traumatized queer person and give them affection and they will literally beg you to put them on a leash

[dawnflowers]

Mandatory Dawnflowers post to remind you all that Affini cuddles are simply the best.

It’s more than just physical touch (though that is very important), it’s everything encompassing the act; gentle vines winding around your body, holding you close, secure. It’s the biorhythm, song, a symphony you can feel down to your very bones, pulsing and swaying, so sweet in your very marrow.

It’s knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt that you are safe, you are loved, and not a thing in the universe could ever change that.

[obblobble]

I feel like we don’t get enough Affini with pleasuregrafts content. Sure, the standard mode of Affini being more kink than sex is great, I wouldn’t want dickfinni to ever overtake that, but I feel like there’s a lot of great material here. Like, imagine a floret who’s just so desperate to please her owner. Just seeing her affini’s satisfaction from her submission isn’t enough. She needs to make her *feel good.* So, her mistress caves and decides to get a phytogock grafted into her system, even though this isn’t the sort of thing she’d normally do, her floret clearly needs this, and who is she to deny her pet the things it needs to be happy? Besides, she thinks, maybe she’ll end up enjoying this~ The little floret is so excited when mistress shows off her “new vine” the next day. She thanks her mistress for giving her this opportunity to please her owner in a new way, eagerly getting into position, ready to be used. The Affini knows she needs to be careful as she starts to slip inside, her pet is just so small and fragile, and she knows just how easily she could hurt her if she isn’t careful. Now here’s the thing. You know how biorhythms are just the sum total of a living being’s body language, expressions, bodily functions, etc? You know what else would be a part of that biorhythm? *Thrusting.* As her mistress begins to take her, her biorhythms flood through the poor little unprepared floret, as her normal rhythm is slowly overtaken by a new song. A repetitive and quickly growing staccato beat. The rhythm floods her mind like the rising tide, in and out, in and out, her soul adrift on waves of pleasure. The waves start getting faster. The sea of bliss churns into a raging storm. And the floret is just too damn blissed out of her mind to even know her own name anymore. Her mistress’s huge form looms over her; she’s completely off the ground now, huge arms pumping her up and down like a living fleshlight. Eyes looking far away and lines of drool leaking out from both her mouth and tiny bouncing girlcock. The Affini is close now. She keels over her floret, desperately trying to keep enough control over her faculties that she doesn’t break the poor thing. She feels so good she can’t bother maintaining her human form anymore, falling apart into vines that wrap around and cocoon her hapless prey deep inside her. Without having to be attached to a facsimile of human hips, she can push her vine cock much deeper inside of her toy. Then finally, her vines tighten around her floret, and she stills for a moment, and cums deep inside her. (The cum, obviously, is full of xenodrugs.) She lets out a rustling sigh as she untangles her pet from herself, admiring her handiwork. She didn’t think that’d feel nearly that good. She might just get addicted to this.~

[catblinker]

Need to shove my tongue down some cute thing's throat so deep that it starts to black out from oxygen deprivation, and right as it starts losing its vision, pump a nice, big dose of cannabinoids right into its guts, leaving a sticky, sweet trail of laced sap all the way back up its throat and mouth as I pull my tongue out of it ever so slowly...

I'd just love watching its already-addled brain slowly lose cohesion as it sinks nice and deep into my lap, barely able to comprehend the feeling of my vines petting and rubbing it all over, let alone the sweet things I whisper into its ears ::3

[joanpuppy-firstfloret]

Affini: “I am 15 blooms old, i have recovered interactive entertainment systems from civilisations that were extinct before your species climbed out of trees and stood upright… why cant i get the hang of this?”

Floret: “The Mario kart double-dash rainbow drift is deep magic miss, old magic even. Not everyone can master it…”

*The floret says in a bratty tone while smirking in 1st place, while her owner struggles to keep 9th*

Affini: “Dear i don’t think you understand your position here… You WILL teach me how to do this”