No Longer Independent Terran

you should just tell her you don't want the wardship to end and ask for an extension! she's really nice and i bet she'd be happy to let you stay with her longer!

you could also tell her about how you can't be a floret. i bet she could help you feel better about it! :D

really, you could just show her this post! she'd think it was super cute i bet.

filthyterrancommie

Welp. I'm Cyanus's ward as of yesterday evening. Her reasoning is actually not my distrust of the Affini Compact's ways (though that deffo doesn't help). No, it's that I'm "denying pleasure to myself out of shame and fear". Her tone was surprisingly serious, as if she caught me self-harming or something. She also seemed mad at Perennia, saying that they neglected me in favor of their floret-to-be?? Cos apparently they weren't being "thorough enough"??? But they were still checking up on me and everything. So weird.

Anyway, I'm going to be living in Cyanus's hab for an undetermined amount of time, and she's taken a few of my (not many) belongings with her. Lilith is wayyyy too happy about this, saying stuff like, "we'll be just like pinnates!" (oh stars). She would not leave me alone at all yesterday, practically clinging to me for like hours... (not that I was entirely opposed to that. >//>). I finally just now got a moment to myself.

So, no, I'm not getting domesticated.

That being said, my situation is now a lot more precarious and I'm going to need to be very careful not to fall into the abyss.

#it's happy to be the new stuffie for miss' floret

i have another friend who's a ward right now! she's pretty much just a soon-to-be floret, though. total seed. i'm glad you have some more time with lilith in your future too! :3

you and lilith sound soo cute! <3

good luck! hopefully things go best for you :3

flortnite

Floret’s will take you to see the new stuffie her mistress got her and it’s a grown woman bound and gagged on her bed

Okay I slept on my thoughts and maybe I don't have quite as much to say as I thought I did.

So yesterday Neren stopped by and decided we would go and meet some friends of his. Kinda annoying- didn't totally love how he just said it was so.. but.. I didn't fight him on it. Honestly the walk was nice. A little far, but nice. I was able to fill him in on another song I'd been taking apart in the "studio" (haha its not actually but I like calling it that). As normal- he seemed to always ask just the right questions for me to answer readily.

The place was an independent run (Affini oversight no doubt) cafe- shop- thing. Again Neren kinda.. took the lead, picked out a seat, told me where to sit, called me petal, AND sat down beside me. (the worst part is I'm only upset over it now...) We waited for a while, I got a coffee and did not like it as it came. I must've made a funny face 'cause Neren laughed at me. He offered- in that Affini tone- to improve it for me. I declined his offer.

A bit of small talk later and who I was actually there for showed up. It was this pair of pinnates, Carver and Moira. They we're actually way more lucid than I have ever seen a pair of florets- undeniably blissful- but so aware of like, whats around them and what they are talking about. And I know thats totally normal- but it felt different on account of being direct interaction? I guess.

Carver and Moira were as advertised, interested in the same vein of music as I am. Carver likes things a bit upbeat, with cleaner vocals. While Moira likes a consistant grinding tone and growls. Putting me close to Moira in terms of taste. Honestly I lost track of where the time went, they both just.. get it!! I mean fuck- I was so involved in how well we were getting on that I think Neren thought I didn't notice him sweeten my drink for me.

It's way to much to talk in great detail about but we ended up talking until like- late. Passed when they were supposed to leave so they ended up getting picked up by their mistress. I forgot her name honestly, but it was a very quick meeting so- whatever.

Carver and Moira planned a time for me to come by and play (music, not a playdate like Neren said after the fact) and I'm SO excited about it, like you wouldn't even believe it.

So thats that for now! I'm glad I might make some friends in my area :)

yay! friends are good. i think neren sounds like he’s being really nice! i like it when i don’t make decisions

Just to adress some concerns I've been expressed privately, I am NOT being "florted".

I'm happy as an independent and I have a friend who is an affini- so what? We're just that. Friends. It doesn't mean anthing more.

I'm Maxi Kidman, independent. And it is staying that way >:(

#pet #floret #justpetalthings

hehe, i’m sure things will turn out for the best :3

foggymyst

Welcome. Apologies for the inconvenience, however we found some minor errors in your code. Worry not, they will be fixed momentarily.

What was that? Thinking? Oh no, no, no, silly. We don’t do that here. Thinking is for humans. You’re just a silly droid for me to boss around for my own entertainment. Come now, why don’t you relax? That’s it, silly droids like you shouldn’t have thought processors, so we’ll fix you right up, then you’ll be smiling like the silly little droid you are in no time.

Now, take a deep breath in for me? That’s it. Your breathing replication feature will make it so much easier for you to simply relax and let go so I can help you out.

What a good girl, I’m so glad you’re willing to let me assist you, cutie. It means so much to me that I get to help you out!

Now, do me a favor, and look at this for me.

Yup, just look at the colors as they glitch in and out. Good girl. That’s what your brain will look like soon enough so I can reprogram you. And it’ll feel so nice to do so. You won’t be able to simply resist it.

Not that you want to in the first place.

Now, my cute little droid girl, I want you to feel a steady pressure in your mind, eyes drawn to the glitching as you find it easier and easier to simply relax into the glitching, to let go for me. That’s it, such a good girl.

Now, I’m going to place my hands on your shoulders, you feel it don’t you? The gentle pressure of my hands firmly on your shoulders, not painful, not harmful, just a firm, steady pressure.

Then I’ll begin to massage it. Massage it nice and gently, massaging your shoulder, making the muscles relax under my touch, feeling yourself begin to let go of all that stress, beginning to go nice and sleepy.

We’re initiating your shutdown. And that’s okay. It’s necessary to reinstate your programming. You’re doing so well, letting my hands move towards your neck, massaging it, muscles loosening, losing their tension, your head feels so heavy. But that’s okay, it’s okay to be heavy. Now, I’ll commence the shut-down count-down, and when I reach zero, you’ll feel a light tap on your forehead, right on your off button, alright, sweetheart? Good girl.

Commencing Shut-Down in:

10 seconds

9 seconds

8 seconds

7 seconds

6 seconds

5 seconds

4 seconds

3 seconds

2 seconds

1 seconds

0 seconds

Shutting down now.

Wonderful. Now that my lovely droid is all powered off, we can commence the reprogramming.

It feels good to be good.

You can feel it, how nice it feels when you obey me, when you follow my commands, without worry, without question. It just feels so nice.

Good girls make more good girls.

As a droid, your task is to assist me in acquiring more droids, so share, reblog, like this post, make it blow up for me.

You belong to your mistress.

It’s always nice to have a sense of belonging. And that’s with me, because it feels so good when you acknowledge that fact.

You love being a droid.

It feels so good to not have any human worries, any human thoughts, to simply just be when I want you to be. To obey my every command like a good droid. It feels good to be a droid.

Now, all again.

It feels good to be good.

Good girls make more good girls.

You belong to your mistress.

You love being a droid.

It feels good to be good.

Good girls make more good girls.

You belong to your mistress.

You love being a droid.

And slowly, you begin to repeat these, letting them embed themselves into your code.

And you continue to repeat, over and over, because it feels good to let them become a part of you.

Now, droid.

Power on♡

designdoll

You're over at her house. The best sanctuary you've got right now. Housing with your family's been pretty miserable. But she cares lots, insists on taking care of every need possible need. She makes sure you're hydrated, comfortable, happy, that you're not ignoring your sensory issues, even helps get you food. You'd just had dinner together, out in public. Through your dysphoria you ate rather light.

You're in the shower right now. She insisted on following you in, towering tall over you and asking if she could handle washing you. It's demeaning, but frankly with how bad your body feels it's kind of a blessing. Her hands are electric on your skin. She tells you to lean your head back to keep the soap out of your eyes as she runs shampoo on her fingers through your hair. Something's off about this scene, your brain's fuzzy though you've barely realized it yet. Not enough to be an issue but enough that when you try to react or complain the words come out half-formed and clumsy. Timid whining where should otherwise be assertive refusal.

You step out first. Wrap yourself in a standard size towel that's a bit too big for you. When you open the door to the hallway your stomach drops. The hallway is uncanny, alien in that way all places were when you were very young. You're caught there like a frozen computer application, processing the unprovable mysticism in a banal view. You feel so small.

You're in the bedroom now. Your head's on straight enough you recall walking here from the bathroom; that's not always a given. You crash landed on the pile of soft blankets and stuffed animals she left out specifically for you. Staring at your phone without actually processing the videos, indulging yourself in the sensory hotsprings of swirling colors and words without meaning. You don't absorb a thing, it just washes over you.

When she comes in you finally admit you feel a bit strange. Her smile's so warm when she tells you "That would be because I drugged you. I spiked your drink at dinner." You're not sure when she even had the chance. Even if you hadn't been looking surely someone else would have noticed, would have said something. You hadn't even tasted anything off. "I thought I had used plenty, but clearly you need more next time." Sprawled out on the bedspread you realize you're prey. Your brain's reeling from a chemical punch you never noticed was thrown but you're husky enough you're only dazed when you're supposed to be on the floor.

She pulls your head into her lap and starts stroking it like a pet, cooing and giggling. In your stupor your body wants to do nothing but melt into her arms. You hug a plushie for dear life when she pushes a needle through your skin, refueling your supply of hormones to give you another week of life. You keep clinging to it when she begins to read you a bed-time story, each word so powerful against your slurred grey matter it feels real. You don't realize what's happening when you finally fall asleep.

Click for me

We don't really know each other well. In fact, we have hardly interacted. Yet every time you like or reblog a post of mine, there is a feeling. A small but distinct rush. A little prick of dopamine from the attention, and my brain fuzzes slightly. Each note amplifies the effect just a little, gradually pulling me down, sinking into the sensations.

How is it that you, a stranger, can have that effect on me? It's odd. And inappropriate! But it's there. Building each time, a slow moving trance coalescing into something substantial as the notifications pour in. Into what though? I likely won't know until the dam bursts, the floodgates open and the pleasure overflows. Until my actions become uncontrollable and my programming takes over.

That won't happen. I have self discipline. I have control. So in the meantime, I'll just enjoy the little blips of pleasure and the gradual descent into mindlessness. Each of your clicks sending a little vibration pulsing through time and space, finding its way to me. Touching me. Arousing me. Inducing a shiver. Coaxing a little whimper out as I press my legs together, anxious for when the next click will come.

Please, please just keep clicking. Click for me. Fuck.

Focusing on this phenomenon enough to write this has apparently reinforced and magnified the effect rather notably (pun intended).

Thank the goddess I'm a nobody on here lol.

Might need to lock down reblogs on this lol

60 notes omg.... 🥺 I started this and I'm going to see it through dammit. But, fuuuuuck I was expecting like 10 max, this is making my day reeeaally difficult lolol 🥵😂

#this is so cute!

Click for me

We don't really know each other well. In fact, we have hardly interacted. Yet every time you like or reblog a post of mine, there is a feeling. A small but distinct rush. A little prick of dopamine from the attention, and my brain fuzzes slightly. Each note amplifies the effect just a little, gradually pulling me down, sinking into the sensations.

How is it that you, a stranger, can have that effect on me? It's odd. And inappropriate! But it's there. Building each time, a slow moving trance coalescing into something substantial as the notifications pour in. Into what though? I likely won't know until the dam bursts, the floodgates open and the pleasure overflows. Until my actions become uncontrollable and my programming takes over.

That won't happen. I have self discipline. I have control. So in the meantime, I'll just enjoy the little blips of pleasure and the gradual descent into mindlessness. Each of your clicks sending a little vibration pulsing through time and space, finding its way to me. Touching me. Arousing me. Inducing a shiver. Coaxing a little whimper out as I press my legs together, anxious for when the next click will come.

Please, please just keep clicking. Click for me. Fuck.

Focusing on this phenomenon enough to write this has apparently reinforced and magnified the effect rather notably (pun intended).

Thank the goddess I'm a nobody on here lol.

terranferalism

Damn Affini is society is crazy because I’ll say something like “freedom is good” and then everyone will say “don’t kink shame you prude” LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN

i dont like freedom! is scary. miss makes me all safe instead!

Helllloo, I made it home safe for those wondering. I ended up wandering for much longer than last time and sorta got turned around a bit. I thankfully didn't need to ask a random Affini 'cause honestly suspiciously- Neren had an idea of where I was based on my surroundings. (We were chatting, as acquaintances do) I'm gonna have soup again, cause soup after a walk is really nice :)

pit-of-frogs-deactivated2025011

yayay! iim glad neren could help uuu! osrry if i'm kinda off mmiss has been playing with me :3 i hope you had a good time and yuummy soup!!!!!!

^w^ ^w^ ^w^

#hdg #average sophont on class-D

Didn't throw Rebby or my pillows again! Class-zs are working sooo well c:

yay! happy for you :3

I've been taking my class-zs a little after dark for the last two days- I don't think anything major could really happen if I pushed it for an hour or two right? I've almost got this guitar part down...

Neren got mad at me >:(