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Tidepool Tango!
A piece done in digital watercolor, and a very fun one at that!!
Aquatic 'ffini don't get enough love in this one's opinion... so it's here to put some love out for them~!
A very pretty Plant and Her lil sea bunny mer-floret~
What a beautiful rendition of My aquatic bloom My pet has done! Stars, everything it makes brings Me such pride in it...
If you haven't heard, the em dash has been getting a lot of attention lately…
Because it was trained on pirated work—including freely accessible online writing (like fanfic, academic texts)—ChatGPT picked up patterns and quirks native to human writing.
Including (sigh) the em dash.
There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve 🫠), but the appropriation of the em dash—a punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhere—feels especially personal.
A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuse—the greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freak’s lexicon, frankly—are suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.
No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted aside—or the just-one-more clarification the sentence demands—or the dramatic pause your comma could never—etc.
You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you.
Defend the em dash.
(Feel free to download/share/stick it where it matters!)
Day 7: Miyazaki!
They never specified WHICH Miyazaki… so :>
Armored Carp VI: Fires of Rubicon Armored Core VI: Fishes of Rubicon Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicod Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon
What an incredible job you've done, petal. I'm so proud of you, putting so much into your artwork!
Devotion
(cw: hypnotic elements, feralbreaking)
I scowled at the affini, trying again to yank my hands out of the leather and rope bindings. No good; they were firmly attached to the O-ring on the ceiling, a thick line connecting from that down to my outstretched wrists. I couldn't move from the spot, as there was a similar setup keeping my feet in place as well.
"What, that all you got? Going to tire me out from standing all day and hope I'll break?" I rolled my eyes and growled, "I'll never break."
"Perhaps you would, or perhaps not." The affini smiled, resting her head in her palm as she watched my struggling. "Fortunate for you that this is merely the beginning of what I have in mind, then."
Next came a metal rod that spread my ankles wide, cold to the touch and jangling with every kick I attempted.
"But not just to break you."
Then came her claws, cleanly and efficiently tearing through cloth as easily as air. I shivered as the air hit skin, and felt my face warm as she stopped once more to gaze at me.
"I want to show you how it feels to love me."
Yet still, she wasn't done.
A pair of strange cups that attached to my nipples.
A strange harness of rope, worn around my waist and thighs. A strange tool was attached, the tennis ball-sized head pressed directly against my...well.
A blindfold, leather on one side and soft smooth fabric on the other, cutting off any trace of light as it perfectly sat on my face.
Several injections from her vines, each one a slight prick of pain.
And finally...a thick pair of headphones, snuggly covering my ears.
There was a soft *click*, and then her voice came through.
"Now I have you where I want you. Well....almost. In a moment, I am going to leave you, but I will be turning on a few of the devices. You'll figure out the rest soon enough."
"I...what?" I was rewarded for my question with a stinging pinch on my nipples, causing me to suck in air through clenched teeth.
"That stung!" Another pinch, sharper this time.
"Welcome, petal. Are you ready for your maintenance?"
I stayed silent.
"Good! Why don't we get started, then.
"Your name is toy."
I clenched my teeth and hissed, "Fuck you."
Pinch. "Your name is toy."
I scowled. It pinched me again when I didn't respond.
"Your name is toy."
"Go fuck yourse-OW!" It was much harder this time, enough to have me twist in pain. The drugs she had given me had only multiplied my sensitivity, and even these pinches were already driving me insane.
"Your name is toy." Pinch.
"Your name is toy." Pinch.
"Your name is toy." Twist.
"ALL RIGHT, FINE!" I bellowed out, unable to keep going. Anything to stop the pain.
Silence for a beat, a moment. Then, "Your name is toy."
"My..." I swallowed, wishing I was anywhere but here. I breathed, "My name is...toy."
"Good toy." The vibrator increased in intensity, pulses of pure pleasure spiking up my spine and knocking the breath out of me in whimpers and whines. It felt too good, it felt too good.
The burst continued for a few more seconds, then lowered to a barely more reasonable level. I thrashed, trying to escape, trying to do anything, but-
"Your full name is toy Lysilla, Third Floret."
I felt it. I felt the urge to just agree. I didn't want to feel the pain again. I knew it wouldn't stop until I gave in, now.
I still remained silent.
The next pinch on my nipples tore a white-hot scream from my lips, the searing pain causing my legs to give out, hanging limply from my wrists.
"Your full name is toy Lysilla, Third Floret."
"My f-full name...oh, god...my full name is toy Lysilla, Third...Floret." I felt pinpricks of tears soak into the fabric of the blindfold at the words. I almost didn't realize I was saying them.
"Good toy."
The pleasure rushed back in a flood, the pinching and twisting on my nipples changing to soft kisses of cool soothing harmony. I moaned before I could stop myself.
"You are a toy." Why did her voice have to sound so...so nice?
"I'm a toy."
"Good toy. you are my toy." Why was she even doing this? I had nothing to tell her, nothing to offer.
"i am your toy." Fuck, I could feel my control slipping. I needed to...i needed...
"Good toy. A Good toy obeys."
"A Good toy obeys." i needed more. Stars help me, but i needed more pleasure. It felt far better than it had any right to be. my hips moved on their own, thrusting in time with the pulses.
"Good toy. A Good toy relaxes."
"A g...a....goodtoyrelaaxxx..."
"Good toy. A Good toy sinks deeper."
My mouth stopped moving, but I repeated the words in my head, and in doing so they were real. I sank like a stone, deeper and deeper down.
"Good toy. A Good toy loves its Owner."
A Good toy loves its Owner.
i felt it. i felt my heart leap at the idea of Her. Of Her smile. Of her voice. She was...She was everything.
"Good toy. A Good toy feels its love build."
It did. It grew and grew, swelling like a symphony, rising like a sunrise, Growing like an old oak tree. i needed more. Love was obedience and obedience was submission and submission was pleasure and i needed more, and so i loved Her more. my pleasure was my passion for Her.
"Good toy. A Good toy is molded to My will."
i loved to be molded by Her. How did She already know? She was just that Good. Good enough for a Good toy to love, which i did with the utmost fervor.
"Good toy. A Good toy..."
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The headphones came off first. The harness second, and the nipple patches third.
She saved the blindfold for last. "Hello, toy."
i stared at her as one did a Goddess, as one did after seeing daylight after decades of darkness. my love for Her had blossomed, just as She had intended. She wanted it, and so it was. And it was Good.
"i love you, Miss Lysilla."
"Of course you do~" She leaned down, taking my head in her palms. i nuzzled into them contentedly.
"And toy? I want you to know that I love you too, for always and forever. More than anyone and anything else in the universe and beyond...
"Enough to ignore what you want, and give you what you need."
Your last post had me wondering what Affini cores felt like? Um just asking for totally scientific reasons...
Have you ever listened to an orchestra play, darling? The sweeping sounds of a symphony, so grand that even far above them, you can feel it in your chest, vibrating, resonating, tangible?
Imagine that, devoid of all sound - every little pulse, every rumble becoming a caress that ripples out in waves through your entire body. As if even the parts of you that you never dreamt you could reach are being stroked, pet, tended to.
Beyond that, they're near-universally quite soft, warm in temperature, their surface squishy in the way one of your "stress balls" might be, with enough firmness to feel sturdy for you cuties to cling to. Some have a velvety coating, perfect to nuzzle your cheek against; others are smooth, if not quite slippery. A few feel as if they're humming with energy, a prickle of electricity dancing across the surface.
It only makes sense that cores are quite diverse. The feeling of an Affini's core, and their biorhythms, are quite an important factor in Affini-floret compatibility! Therefore, pretty little petals, ensure that you take the time to nuzzle nice and close into your Affini's core when they take you - it will help reassure the both of you that you're right for one another!
what part of an affini is best for booping?
definitely not going to immediately boop that specific part. Definitely not gonna be adorable about it >_>
Well, many sophonts would think that it's our core, and truly, they'd be correct! One little boop on an Affini's core, and you'd get a blink, a giggle, and such a wonderful, tight squeeze by those many vines wrapping around you, pulling you in, guiding you closer. You want to touch it so badly, after all - wouldn't it be kind to give you a closer look?
Just press against it, petal. Look deeper into into it. Feel the weight of those rhythms, as they play across your body and mind.
Boop it again. Go on, dear.
That's right. See the way it brightens when you touch it? That ever-so-subtle flash of delight? It feels nice, doesn't it?
That's right.
You can keep touching it, if you'd like. Go ahead.
Again.
~Flash~
Again.
~Flash~
Again.
~That's a good girl~
Oh, but the facemask is perfectly good too, right where the nose would be! Also, for me in particular, a couple of my bioluminescent bulbs are delightfully sensitive! Careful, though, they tend to draw one's gaze more than they expect!~
read junebug domestication guide, NOW. it’s so fucking good, deaffinification is AWESOME and june is adorable
I second this with all my heart - it's a delightful story, and junebug is such a precious little floret! Really, I have to say, between this and A Beast at Bay, I am absolutely delighted by the recent trend of subffini media! We plants deserve the opportunity to be florets, subs, and switches just as much as anyone!
Consider this an affirmation to all you subffini out there: you are not only valid, you are desired, appreciated, and will find such lovely homes. Thank you for being such wonderful darling blossoms~
One overhears the most precious things while waiting for their little one to be called at the xenovet!
~~~
"So, what are you in for?"
"H-huh? Are you, uhm, talking to me?"
"See anyone else but the weed?"
"...Yes..."
Sigh. "Yes, I'm talking to you. What did they get you on?"
"Oh... Uhm, I'm not sure I should say."
"What, think I'm some plantfucker looking for a confession?"
"No... Just..."
"Have some backbone, soldier! I was a Rear Admiral in charge of half the Orion theatre of war! Three hundred ships under my command! We gave the weeds hell, the Terran way, and if it hadn't been for those sap-sucking limpdicks I should've spaced, we would've beaten them back right there!"
"O-oh... That sounds intense..."
"Damn right it was, soldier. No shame to be had. So come on, spit it out! Show the Terran pride that drove them to try to break your spirit!"
"...Mistress caught me drinking Pilk."
Ok I feel the need to add not all pilk is bad, make it with pepsi peach, pepsi nitro or peep pepsi and it's really good! Make it with mango pepsi instead and it will be one of the most vile things you've made.
Also I don't care what they do to me I'll never stop drinking pilk!
Mhmm, that's nice, petal. Now be a good little floret and take your xenodruggies~
"You are afraid.
"Afraid to let go. Afraid to 'betray' your humanity. Afraid to ask for what you want.
"I could make you, blossom. One prick of this needle, one drop of this simple little Class-D, and you would spill every secret you ever even fantasized that you'd have.
"But I won't.
"No, no, don't give me those pleading eyes just yet, darling, for this seeming mercy is not out of any binding of ethics or chivalry. I choose not to take them, because I do not need them. Because I already know. I already understand.
"I know that it frightens you, that I have seen through you like this, and I know that it frightens you more that I might not - that I might get it wrong. But blossom, oh blossom, that fear will not last, for in me you will find faith - blind, unyielding, unchecked by reason or emotion alike.
"Your fears, dear, they will always argue, they will always find a justification, a tiny little error of fact that they use to cling to the edge of your mind even when you try to sweep them away. I will end that fear, excise it, by ensuring that no fact matters as much as your one universal Truth: Your Goddess knows best."
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Enjoy a line of dialogue I've been workshopping for Chapter 9 of Anathema in Blue! If you're not familiar with the story, take a look at what's uploaded to Ao3 right here - it's the most recent version of it, with a fresh edit pass on what's been posted so far, and new chapters coming soon!
You can classify Human Domestication Guide as an infohazard to transfems as its dangerously addictive. 3 of my friends have picked it up and they all have the brain worms for it now.
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That's absurd, darling! We certainly wouldn't have engineered it to be dangerously addictive! It's only just as addictive as it needs to be to get all you pretty petals yearning.
Also, "brain worms" is hardly polite! The proper term is "Haustoric Implant."
sooo with HDG tabletop game, what system (if it's a commercial one) did you use, and like--what's the feel, the vibe, the consistency, the whatever of actual gameplay?
Oh, I could talk about this forever! My system for Forget-Me-Not (as we call the campaign), along with everything else I run, is Fate Core! It's a wonderfully malleable, setting-agnostic system, with a heavy emphasis on giving agency to your players and focusing on the fun narrative beats. It works well for my high-action fighter-pilot game, my slice-of-life game, a few high adventure ones...
It's also incredibly good at being horny.
No, genuinely.
Among its features are a tool called "compels" - where the GM can offer a bit of narrative currency, a Fate Point, in exchange for a character taking a course of action compelled by one of their aspects. This might be something like compelling "I Won't Lose Them Again" to make someone go back into danger for their friends, but it might also look like compelling a consequence, say, "Drugged-Up on Class-A's" to get a player to get particularly cuddly with a certain plant.
It also has a built-in system for mental conflicts, without getting too much into any crunch, which is so very fun to have my player fail to resist with.
I genuinely struggle to stop gushing about it, so please feel free to ask me more. I love talking about the system, the setting, and the campaign itself!
So now that it's morning and I'm half-aware again, I realize I didn't actually answer part of the question! You asked what the actual gameplay is like!
At the start of the game, it was fairly like your standard TTRPG, though I tend to put a lot more focus on character interactions and non-combat solutions to problems. Because the game starts in 2549, the Accord at large isn't aware of the Affini - even if OCNI has their theories. Most of the early challenges were, therefore, RPG-typical, at least for the sorts of games I run.
Things like: Breaking out of an OCNI black site, stealing a prototype mech they'd tried to make out of collected plant-tech, getting swept up in a Rinan labor uprising on a mining colony, framing a corporation for something they were actually doing but couldn't be otherwise proven... All in the process of searching for that beautiful, wonderful alien that our main character once encountered, and is desperate to find again.
Toss in a couple side adventures, like needing to figure out how to get a license and registration for her mech, or getting involved with an Accord pilot who definitely didn't want to force-femme her, and Liberty had a busy first few months of the campaign.
Act Two basically began when she found her way to the Vyceliata. After months of running, fighting, and surviving her way through an Accord that was out for her blood, Liberty managed, with help, to rendezvous with an Affini vessel. They had forewarning of her arrival, and were prepared to receive her (along with a small fleet of refugees - and so, of course She was there.
Kisoana Mytis, Second Bloom. An advanced scout with a special focus on Accord politics, She'd been investigating Liberty - once a fairly notable revolutionary - for years, counting down the days to when She'd finally be able to end Her sweet girl's fight. By all means, it would be a struggle for Liberty to argue for independence even with an Affini vouching for her, and Kisoana had no intention of letting Her girl slip through Her vines.
Still, She knew that Liberty wasn't a threat to others on the Vyceliata, not now, and so has been allowing her to play at independence, slow-burning the revelation of what Liberty's fate is going to be.
So what has the gameplay looked like since Liberty came aboard? Well, like I said before, FATE is a system that works well for all varieties of campaign. Things are more slice-of-life now, but not in any way that discounts player abilities or agency. Well, except where my player wants that agency ignored.
Various events and activities have included:
Playful political discussions in the "Terran Aid Caucus", a group made from Liberty and a few refugees to offer the illusion of choice and ease the frightened refugees into a more stable position before revealing exactly what the Compact does.
Convincing a very skeptical friend to give the Affini a fair chance, through mildly hypnotic means.
Working to unearth what the catch of this whole utopia is, and what it is they're not telling her about these "florets."
Playfully flirting with a xenovet while plotting out what sorts of body-mods she wanted to get.
Being such a cute little helper to an Affini engineer who is helping her to rebuild her mech, for the reasons of validating Liberty's identity and giving her the chance to play in it!
Simulated mech combat against her Mistress "Friend" will work for now, cutie!~ to resolve a bet over her getting Class-A's
Getting taken to a dinner party and desperately trying to hold onto awareness and independence, all the while convinced that it's completely normal for four different Affini to be simultaneously using and teasing her.
As for where it will go from here? Well, she's got the whole of the 4th Mechanized, all of her former squadmates, that she needs to convince to come around to the Affini cause. To let go of their fight, lay down their arms, and submit to the loving vines that will make everything okay, forever.
I'm happy to dig deeper into any of the story or gameplay if folks are curious, because I really, genuinely love running this game. The social conflicts and contests of will are easily as fun as any physical conflict or mortal danger. It's about the journey, right? Everything she gets to do and everyone she gets to meet on the way to her wonderful happy ending. Even if, in the end...
She never stood a chance.
sooo with HDG tabletop game, what system (if it's a commercial one) did you use, and like--what's the feel, the vibe, the consistency, the whatever of actual gameplay?
Oh, I could talk about this forever! My system for Forget-Me-Not (as we call the campaign), along with everything else I run, is Fate Core! It's a wonderfully malleable, setting-agnostic system, with a heavy emphasis on giving agency to your players and focusing on the fun narrative beats. It works well for my high-action fighter-pilot game, my slice-of-life game, a few high adventure ones...
It's also incredibly good at being horny.
No, genuinely.
Among its features are a tool called "compels" - where the GM can offer a bit of narrative currency, a Fate Point, in exchange for a character taking a course of action compelled by one of their aspects. This might be something like compelling "I Won't Lose Them Again" to make someone go back into danger for their friends, but it might also look like compelling a consequence, say, "Drugged-Up on Class-A's" to get a player to get particularly cuddly with a certain plant.
It also has a built-in system for mental conflicts, without getting too much into any crunch, which is so very fun to have my player fail to resist with.
I genuinely struggle to stop gushing about it, so please feel free to ask me more. I love talking about the system, the setting, and the campaign itself!
Heyyyyyyy, was wondering if it's ok for mutuals to DM you on here dndnfnfndndnnd
Oh, more than okay, darling! I'm always eager to speak with more delightful individuals, be they precious little petals, or those who favor standing upon their own vines.
🔥 I just love the word corrigible~ "capable of being corrected, rectified, or reformed". Such a perfect adjective for a precious cutie, so willing to listen, to learn, opening her mind to me, letting me fiddle with her habits, her triggers, bringing out every bit of her precious desires, organizing them, pushing them all into place, until her natural thoughts and desires align with the perfect little floret we both know she wants to be <3
Oh, I can't help but agree. Another one I delight in is Malleable. So easily marked and bent and pressed into shape, able to be changed in their form and thought into anything and everything I want them to be. My work of art~
🦉Hypotizing a floret into believing she has a little dial on the side of her head.
Click click click, each notch turns down her thoughts a little more.
First it takes away the frantic edge, letting urgency fade into the background.
Then slowly removes complexity, til confusion feels natural and safe, til she's non-verbal, becoming my little puppy.
Click click click, down until she's slower than animal, draining background thoughts away, moving doesn't feel so important, thinking is something she needn't do, until she's a nice empty doll in my lap...
Give it a few weeks, I'll have the biomod on the market soon enough.
HDG universe stuff is so effective its clearly just propaganda produced by an advanced scout detachment mentally preparing the population for a future affini invasion
every hdg author has an affini standing behind them as they write, watching over and 'helping' them come up with new ideas...
Maybe :3
Why, I certainly have no idea what you're talking about! We are doing - no, I am doing - petal, backspace that, you're not supposed to type that part, oh for the love of the stars, let me-
One overhears the most precious things while waiting for their little one to be called at the xenovet!
~~~
"So, what are you in for?"
"H-huh? Are you, uhm, talking to me?"
"See anyone else but the weed?"
"...Yes..."
Sigh. "Yes, I'm talking to you. What did they get you on?"
"Oh... Uhm, I'm not sure I should say."
"What, think I'm some plantfucker looking for a confession?"
"No... Just..."
"Have some backbone, soldier! I was a Rear Admiral in charge of half the Orion theatre of war! Three hundred ships under my command! We gave the weeds hell, the Terran way, and if it hadn't been for those sap-sucking limpdicks I should've spaced, we would've beaten them back right there!"
"O-oh... That sounds intense..."
"Damn right it was, soldier. No shame to be had. So come on, spit it out! Show the Terran pride that drove them to try to break your spirit!"
"...Mistress caught me drinking Pilk."
