Calliandulie Actual

Captain of the starship Calliandulie, Cyborg Affini, lover of all things mechanical, and all that melds the metal and flesh. I draw sometimes.

[selenciadomata]

Selencia Domata, Twenty-seventh Bloom. Captain of the Actaea format Feral Pursuit Vessel, The Calliandulie. It's me! I joined with the Calliandulie almost ten blooms ago, and was voted captain and have been for most of that time. I am a cyborg, as the terran call it, not to be confused for a digitized Affini. I do still have a living core, but I have replaced every other part with an interface that can be inserted into one of my many subalterns. I can also directly interface with my ship, and I do so often to check up on the citizens I protect. I enjoy speaking to robotic xenosophonts and studying mechanical diagrams. I enjoy constructing machine projects in my free time, and I enjoy cuties that formerly piloted starships or mechs. I hope to get to know all the other Affini on Tanglr and wish you all safe travels.

[rattlegeist]

Girl-things

[starry-emily-art]

Accord ship CNS Cement, the Brick Class armored transport vessel!

01/02/2026 [Ship Lore under the break]

The CNS Cement is a Brick-Class transport vessel, a specialized and armored military cargo ship that stands at a length of 560m and a height of 240m.

Its role was to ferry precious or dangerous loads for the Cosmic Navy, like weapons, explosives, and highly valuable materials, even through perilous active combat zones, to support fleets, or across several lightyears of space.

To accomplish that, the Brick class could count on a thick and sturdy armor, augmented by reinforced plaques capable of withstanding both heat and kinetic impacts, as well as various forms of radiations, leaving the potentially delicate cargo unharmed and relatively stable.

For additional security, the ship was equipped with four point defense laser domes, mainly to intercept missiles and deter smaller pirate crafts.

Given the vessel's size, a thin gravity ring, as well as massive water tanks, were crucial to grant autonomy for longer voyages, allowing shipments to be hauled far and wide, while ensuring their safekeeping.

The cargo bay is also sizeable, occupying the entire forward side of the ship, but external racks were also present on its sides, providing additional space for water tanks or other less risky goods.

[florishingfloret]

When was someone going to tell me that someone is making a game about dating sexy plant monsters??????

TELLURICENE - [ DEMO ] by DEADline Studios

Love is deception, germinated in desperation

[ldcadmium]

A cutie's guide to compilers (simplified)

The bonus art for Chapter 11 of my HDG fic, Gold Laced Cuffs (You can read the story here!)

[14ratss]

Did a HDG collab art trade thing with the lovely @pavizi

[ihavetroubletalkingbcimaquatic]

first bloom and fully brain rotted

[puppygirl-sage]

HDG: 3-1-3-PLY-NH

WARHOUND: 4-4-2-TOX

Reblog with more :3

(image source unknown)

[senguyen-draws]

mmm…. robit…

[valkyrien04]

OK HDG-blr I feel like i need to put this out there as a reminder cause its something I see creeping into the fanfics and the posts and it really needs to stop before y'all completely lose the plot.

Class-O's Are Not Good.

They are not a fun drug.

They do not result in a desired state of being.

They are not a mental "Reset Button". They are not something ANY Affini would ever want to use (unless you're turning the horror aspect of the setting up so high you're practically in a different setting). Class-O's are a slow, gentle, euthanasia. There is no coming back. There is no good life afterwards. It is the compacts answer to assisted suicide. It is the promise that even when the Affini fail, they will make things as good as they possibly can. It needs to be treated with the gravity and seriousness it deserves. "The Affini are always good" does not mean every action they take is the perfect, it means that in all situations they will go to any absurd length to do the best they can to give you the best life they can possibly give you. These are the sophonts who redirected an ENTIRE worldship because a seed got sad and thought her Affini might be making a mistake (Divaricated). Sometimes doing such while keeping you a living sophont is impossible, save the torture of prolonging your life while your Affini desperately tries to "fix" you. Sometimes you cannot save your cat from their own body, you have to set them free instead. Sometimes that IS the morally correct action. Be more careful with it, that's all I ask.

[reachartwork]

device girl

[thegrovetender]

[postpunkindustrial]

Noise sculpture by Tobias Bradford.

See more at Instagram HERE

[avakkins-alter]

Cecilia Immergreen Blueprint | んこにゃ【KONY】

[iby-dysphoria-queen]

@transhuman-priestess need her to be me

[transhuman-priestess]

*wistful sigh* yeah

[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.

[selenciadomata]

Mellian Cloorless, Second Bloom. Interim Garden Management Supervisor. She boarded our vessel looking for excitement but quickly ended up in a supervisory role when she showed very high skill for coordination. Makes schedules for the Botanical Garden so there is always available staff.

Enjoys going for walks at night and binges drama programs very often.

[moxilock]

I think the best part about HDG is that you just. Get to stop fighting.

You don't need to fight to exist. You don't need to fight to get support. You don't need to fight to live how you want to. You don't need to fight *yourself* to do big changes. You don't need to fight your sicknesses. You don't need to fight poverty. You don't need to fight to live. You can just. Stop. You can just. Be. Be who you want to. Be whatever.

And the entire time, there's a large, wonderful plant woman who wants nothing more than to treat you like a pet. She feeds you, she takes you to the doctors, she worries about providing for you, and all you need to worry about is when you want to play and when you want to cuddle.

And. In a world where I feel like I can't stop fighting or ill die, or I'll lose my rights or whatever. It's a nice escape. One where I don't need to pay attention to the horrible things that are happening for my own wellbeing.

Yknow?