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This reminded me of how every one of those things is adressed in hdg.
Death - immortal plant caretakers and digitization
Freedom - someone else is giving you structure you don’t have to worry
Isolation - you literally have someone else in your head that is intertwined with your being
Meaning - be a good pet. And it’s also directed from outside
This might explain the demography of hdg enjoyers
You pressed your feeble body close to the ruins of the hab unit. The Swarm was near. Stupid military. Stupid debt. You unholstered your stim bottle and emptied it's contents into your mouth. Your quivering hand made half of it drop to the floor, it was enough still. Your commander signed to strike the group of drones rounding the corner. Your vision was teeming with colors you hadn't imagined existing. And then you rushed. Trigger fully depressed. Muscles tearing from trying to supress recoil. You kept your eyes closed as you stormed into the patrol, screaming. The explosives strapped to your chest should be going off any second. And then you felt the bullet hit your face.
falling flat onto your back, you felt it's sticky black goop sink into your eye sockets, nose and throat. You hoped the charge would have gone off by now, but it malfunctioned. you felt the pressure in your head grow. warmth spreading beneath your dissolving clothes. you could feel it connecting to your nerves, molding your body, correcting the body map that plagued you since you could think. your body spasmed as it broke through your skull.
and then utter bliss.
The splatoon stumbled over itself clambering away from the solid black body rising where their comrade just fell. its smooth skin reflecting the red sun accenting it's body.
its face a featureless surface, locking onto them. limbs moving unnaturally, almost bending as it oriented its body.
The commander took a last look over their shoulder and could have sworn to see a grinning face beneath that inky black visor.
Yeah so one of my friends was threatening a depressive spiral just because they got told an indie game they like wasn't getting any more content and that snowballed into me explaining HDG to them and like
I get it now
I get what all this shit is about
On surface level it looks like it's just kinky shit
But no it's literally just being helped even if we think we don't want it and given unconditional love & care even if we don't think we deserve or need it
I feel like that one gif of danny devito from iasip
The whole brainwashing and hypnosis thing is just to remove and replace mental blocks and dark spirals in order to get and receive help
And what is supposed to look like a complete shift or overwrite in personality within florets is just years of not decades of cognitive progress for a normal person happening in the span of either a week month, or an afternoon
I get it
I finally get all of it now
I agree. Me being ace-spec, the comfort it's what captivated me about the setting.
the pure accepantence and wish fullfillment. coincidentally it did help me grow personally lol. like yes, the kink can be cool sometimes. and especially with all the non sexual kinks that are so widely accepted. and also the setting is really solid sci fi wise. glitchyrobo and the other core authors did a fantastic job with it. also, the original intent of hdg is this comfort fantasy. it's "what if the demeaning grown ups and authorities in your life actually cared about you and your disabilities?" also i really like your take on the brainwashing stuff. I always had qualms with it because the affini abhorr death of sophonts, but then again, they do find your innermost self and basically speedrun therapy.
Personally I think Affini are at their best when they're written more like space fae. Tricksy magical lawyer types that will absolutely take any chance they get to keep you if you misstep.
independent meeting the lovely lady at the library who always has her favourite books. "independent" meeting up with the nice lady at a local cafe each week. individual with an NOI of 100 pages goes to the lovely lady's hab for dinner. seed feeling all needy and sad when she's away from the nice lady after eating the yummy golden fruits for dinner that one time. seed getting pet every time she messes up and says "mistre- Falifolia" seed stimming with the cute necklace misstress gave her last dinner time. floret being told she signed the contract by eating food that one time and she shouldn't talk to other affini like that because she "IS MINE" and getting filled with xenodrugs till her head nearly explodes. cute little dryad floret being slowly assimilated by her owner and helping her mistress at the BXWC.
So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.
Stay with me.
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.
But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.
The plate must be clearly and openly displayed in a place of great prominence whenever it is in your possession. When it is not in your possession, the display piece must remain in place. This is where you would put your gay pirate plate, IF YOU HAD ONE.
No active steps may be taken to prevent the theft of the Gay Pirate Plate. That goes against the spirit of the game, as does attempting to hide it.
The plate MUST be stolen and cannot be gifted or removed with permission. Should you witness attempted theft of the Gay Pirate Plate you are required to intervene and return it to its place.
Every time your sibling successfully absconds with the Gay Pirate Plate, you must respond with indignant fury, as if you have not also repeatedly and blatantly stolen the Gay Pirate Plate.
WOE
PLATE BE UPON YE
From the moment I understood
While augmentations were standard in military recruits, the lengths you went to to get your hands on any and every experimental add-on and replacement were not. "I just want to make a difference.", you said to the medical advisor. "Imagine how advanced our technology is going to be with someone spearheading human experiments!", you argued with cybernetics research "I'm doing this for the greater good.", you told yourself. Limb after limb. One organ after another. Many would have recoiled from the decaying flesh in the mirror each morning. Not you. "I am brave for enduring this.", you told yourself. It wasn't untrue, although you have never thought of the machines as something revolting like your peers would. After upgrading your lungs and voice box, you lost a few friends. You could sympathize with their decision. You didn't sound "human" anymore, not that that was bad. Your closest friend convinced you to take the plunge. She was always keen on the aestethics.
And when she took charge of the research program, you let them replace your skin. You closed your eyes. You tensed your muscles one last time. And your wold went black. "Run initial diagnostics" Your world was bathed again in light and sensation. Your conciousness slowly reseating itself into its new vessel. Actuators fireing through the motor calibration sequence. You could feel the vibrations through your outer shell. The soft hum from the diagnostic interface port. You slowly opened your eyes.
"There she is" And in the mirror, finally, you saw yourself.
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Trolly problem in philosophy class but affini
Affini headmate here. I am struggling to design a trolley problem where i would have a difficult time choosing. because, if it was an actual trolly, i would just snatch both sophonts up. if one was digital, the other biological, and there would be no backups of the digital, i would probably safe the digital and make a ramet of the biological. and try to revive them using any possible method. if it's two digital sophonts with no relation to me, it would depend on how far away each one is from me and the trolly. if they're both the same distance, same hardware, same chances of restoring them after collision, i wouldn't pull the lever as to not put the other sophont in danger and try to immediately save the sophont infront of the metaphorical trolley.
i might not be able to comprehend this szenario. it is a deeply alien thought to not be able to help both sophonts. which sophont will i kill?
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Macy's A few weeks ago, my aunt and I went out shopping at a dead mall near me, and we decided to step inside a Macy’s. As I picked out two pairs of blue jeans, one with a floral pattern, I stepped into the dressing room. As I put it on, I couldn’t stop being so mesmerized by my reflection. And I’m getting to a point now in my transition, and especially my age, where I look very similar to my late mother.
Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty freaky, and the resemblance is very uncanny, but I can say after being on hrt for nearly two years now, I suppose that’s expected 🤷♀️
There's something very alluring to me about the idea of florethood being such that the fact that your brain has been rewired to such an extent to enjoy the trappings of florethood that your species' natural reward patterns for engaging with reproductive-adjacent behaviors are functionally secondary.
The feeling of being in a haze of phytotoxin, held secure and idly stroked by an affini's vines and uncomplicated physical intimacy with other pets fills you with such a deep and gentle roil of pleasure and contentment and purpose that rewrites any sexuality you once had to simply floret.
Like yeah, a number of florets still have more "traditional" sex, but that's a hobby.
i think, that's mostly an effect of the original theme of the setting being ace-kink, like, you wouldn't fuck your dog even if it could talk.
like, as an ace person myself, i don't 'need' sex like most allo people feel a need for it. what i do need is physical intimacy, cuddles, kisses, hugs, etc.
Interestingly enough nearly all xenodrugs are exactly for that. A,C,M - still mind breaking cuddles with someone you can't not love. J, L is the extreme of that. D, E - forcing you to admit you want just this existence and breaking your conditioning and fears. N - literally controlling sexual response, which can be very triggering for some ace people. I think, this is the thing that makes me like the setting so much. It is smut, stanky rancid smut, but also not at all like the usual "im fucking you so hard your mind breaks". it scratches that itch that nothing else seems to really
where can one get one of those cursed old dolls that possess you and switch your soul with theirs? asking for a friend
the wii disc and the gamecube disc on the wii menu are dating btw
and they're both girls
glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them
edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.
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Ngl. As an Entomophobe, this is cute af.
its so fucking unfair that i never got to be a little girl
or a teenage girl. who got to go to sleepovers and learn how to do makeup
what do you even do when you keep mourning all the childhood you missed. do you just shrug and go back to work or what
you get headmates that are the missing ages and then deal with having to appease both an 8 yo menace of a girl and a grumpy teen that wants to express her fashion sense...
We all know what erectile dysfunction is but literally no one is ever taught what vaginismus is and it can cause people to feel extremely lost, broken, and cause people to take their own lives. Raise. Awareness.
For the uninformed, vaginismus is when the vagina painfully tightens and spasms when faced with pressure, usually from anything trying to insert into the vagina. It’s the reason I can’t wear tampons, and why many people can’t have vaginal sex without severe pain.
There’s not a lot of treatments, and there isn’t a single one that is for vaginismus exclusively - they’re all medications or treatments to treat symptoms, but not the causes. In fact, for a long time doctors waved off vaginismus as a purely psychological disorder in cis women.
Seriously, this is so unaddressed and uncared for in medical circles. Please spread awareness, even if all it’s for is to let those who have it but don’t have a name for it finally be able to understand what’s happening to their bodies.
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Hi hello! This post is almost 10 years old and there ARE treatments for this. Vaginismus is otherwise known as pelvic hypertonia and it is a MUSCULAR condition that can be caused by many different factors including endometriosis, trauma, chronic UTIs, and connective tissue disorders.
It’s incredibly common! And it can be treated by physiotherapy.
I know this because I’m currently undergoing physio and although it can take months to recover, I’m already seeing improvement. A lot of the pelvic floor exercises are available online, but if you have these symptoms please TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR and see if you can get a physio referral (or investigation for underlying causes like endometriosis).
Also, my additions to posts never get reblogged so a note to my followers: this is SUPER IMPORTANT ISSUE that affects many people and is rarely talked about. Please reblog, and please share this info with as many people as possible.
Pelvic hypertonia/vaginismus is incredibly debilitating and psychologically damaging but it CAN BE TREATED. Spread the word, and you never know who you’ll be throwing a lifeline to.
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