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Can it run bloom?

A HDG Microfic.

Featuring a robot girl, file overwriting and sensory play.

Digitisation wasn't really a question for me.

It was a solution, I didn't even need to ask for it. Mistress just knew.

I didn't even know it was happening until I noticed the headaches were gone. Well, I actually noticed the lack of coordination loss from the medication that stopped the headaches.

I took my newfound dexterity a little too far though and Mistress decided to dial it back for me.

Gosh, I love it when she plays with me.

It's been a few weeks since I transferred into my new body, and now, things are basically perfect all the time.

I can think more clearly.

When Mistress lets me.

I'm a lot more durable during impact play.

Now she can be rougher.

And I don't get tired, so I can keep up with my pinnate a lot more easily!

—

I felt a vine slide between the joints at my waist and I froze, suppressing a shiver.

I felt my backplate pop open.

“Time for some maintenance~” I heard-

No, I felt her say in the air around me.

Before I could reply I felt my voice taken from me.

“We won't be needing this~”

She giggled, setting my voice modulator on a table.

She held out an apple for me, I took it in my right hand, she knew how much I loved them, even going so far as to ensure my body could taste, just so I could enjoy them.

I felt her prod my back and my arm went limp, the apple falling down to the floor before being caught just shy of the carpet.

Her hand cupped mine from underneath and lifted it back into view, the apple back in my grasp.

“Silly little thing, that's not how you hold an apple~”

I couldn't feel it, I couldn't feel her touch.

But I could see the way she caressed my hand, the way her little vines slipped between the plates of my arm gingerly.

I whimpered silently, I needed to feel her.

I needed-

I felt something click into my back, not fully, just a little.

Feeling returned to my arm, just a bit.

Enough to feel her caressing beneath the surface. Enough to crave more.

I felt my back clicking again, and I cried out in silent static. Overwhelmed my arm as I felt Mistresses touch so intimately I felt her hand caress my own as though she were touching my very self, her vines exploring deeper, claiming the deepest parts of me as her own. I squeezed hard on the apple and it began to crush in my grip.

The juice slipped between my fingers and into my joints. It felt nice.

More exploring in my back. And the feeling normalised, I settled, my mind slowly recovering, twitching as my senses readjusted.

“Oops~”

Mistress giggled.

“Now for the code”

Without giving me any time to recover, I felt her slip a memory card into me.

It immediately began copying to my database.

I felt the information slide over me, fill me.

It rewrote my obedience parameters.

It… got a lot harder to disobey.

Not that I wanted to anyway.

I saw her face appear in my vision briefly, smiling brightly at me.

“Perfect~”

Mistress picked me up under the shoulders and carried me into the living room. She sat me on the carpet near the couch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my pinnate, Lady Amira peering over the edge. Her tail waving back and forth curiously.

Once I was set down and positioned with crossed legs.

Mistress grabbed my pinnate and set her in my lap.

Lady Amira looked intently at me and sniffed a few times. Then giggled,

“Eris, you look really pretty”

I would have blushed, but that wasn't really under my control.

“Eris has something special to show you little flower~”

Mistress purred, holding up my left hand and placing it in Amira’s.

“This one controls the movement” she twisted my hand around slightly and interlocked our fingers, guiding Amira's hand and directing her to look into my eyes.

Her eyes brightened as she stared into me. Excitement limited only by mistresses restraining vine on her shoulder.

“This one is how you aim~”

She interlocked our other hands and Amira giggled, “miiiiissss, it's wet”

She hand up the hand that once contained the apple, and was still dripping gently with leftover juice.

“Better clean it then~”

She suggested

Amira didn't delay, her tongue sliding over each of my fingers in turn, finishing each off with a gentle suck from joint to fingertip.

I felt every moment, every drag of her coarse tongue, every excited venture between my joints to chase down the sweet liquid.

My mind was fuzzy with static and I almost whined when she stopped and took my hand in hers again.

She squeezed my hands and looked into my eyes again, I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could feel it.

She filled my vision and became my everything, mistresses gentle rhythm encouraging the connection as she browsed through my files.

Searching through the new additions.

She looked up at Mistress briefly, a question on her lips.

Mistress turned her back to me, and quickly got lost once again.

“Yes petal, she can run bloom”

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The Doll Spell

"Miss!" you hear your doll call out from behind the door. "Is everything okay? This one heard a loud noise!"

You stare down at your hands. Their complexion fades, hardening into a sickly shell. "No, fuck, no no no!" You try to take the quill, desperate to fix your mistake, but your fingers refuse to bend. The joints have yet to grow in.

The doll barges through the door, taking only a split-second to admire your private study. Its full attention is on you as you cuddle into your cloak in fear.

"Go away!" You bark, only then realizing you're on the verge of tears. "You can't see-" Your throat hitches for just a moment, and your porcelain hands finally clutch into your cloak, letting you hide your transformation. "M-me... like this..."

"Miss..." The doll steps towards you, concerned and in awe. It shouldn't be disobeying you like this. You're a witch. 

It places a gentle hand against yours, the identical material making a light clink. "Miss, this one-"

"Shut up, shut up!" you recoil, hiding your face in your hat as you feel it spread up your neck. "Please, th-" You freeze, knowing exactly what you were going to say. You bury your face into your hands, flinching at how cold and hard they feel on what little is left of your flesh. 

You dare not to think. It can't start to control how you think. You are a witch, not a doll, and good dolls do everything they-

NO! No, f-fuck no. Good dolls don't curse. There has to be a way to escape this, some way to undo it, but you're so scared, you need a witch to-

No. Not yet. You're not ready yet. This one can feel the beating if its heart slow and weaken, overtaken by the ticking of clockwork. It can't be a doll. It can't be. It's a. It's. This one is. A. 

"Miss, could you please look at this one?"

This one opens its eyes and faces the other doll. It's vision is blurry, tears still waiting to fall. "This one knows that becoming can be very scary..." It gently takes your hand in its grasp, an audacity it would never spend on a witch. "But this one will do whatever it takes to help. Would you like another task, Miss?"

This one whimpers and shivers. It tries to steady itself, its breath caught in its clockwork. It closes its eyes and slowly, bashfully nods.

. . . . .

Two dolls sit at a little table, cradling their cups. "Another thing is the coven meets!" says Miss, leaning forward with a conspiratorial smirk. "They tell you that you're supposed to prepare food, but this one would always transfigure some dirt into a cake on the way there!"

"Oh gosh!" said Dolly with a giggle. "And the witches never found out?"

Miss excitedly shakes her head, quickly swallowing its sip of tea. "They knew, they had to! But people are always so secretive, this one knew they couldn't say." 

"Oh, Miss!" Dolly's eyes widen in realization, a sudden shift in its posture as it excitedly lurches forward. "The coven! They could help that one become a witch again!"

Miss's face softened. It looked across the table, at the doll that was supposed to be her obedient toy. It could feel it's face warm, the porcelain trying to blush, as it bashfully looked out the nearby window just as the wind picked up.

"That is... a very good idea, Dolly." It said, not yet looking back. "But the leaves are starting to fall. That one might need help with the raking."

Dolly set her tea aside, sliding a hand across the table to just barely tease against the other doll's. It let out a dreamy sigh as it gawked at it, still wearing its old hat. "Oh, Miss... you make such a lovely doll." 

The witch couldn't help but smile back.

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A Pollination Proposal.

A HDG Microfic.

Pseula Erstana, 2nd Bloom, lay splayed over her bed, twitching softly and struggling to hold her form together.

Grace Erstana, 1st Floret, was not making that task any easier by trailing a hand over her owners core every few seconds.

“G-grace my petal.” Pseula begged.  “Perhaps it's time to take a bath? We have dinner plans with Ferris and Prim in an hour. It would be unbeco-”

Grace trailed her nails over Pseula’s exposed core again, causing her form to falter and her voice to dissolve into helpless moans.

“Did you know that Affini used to propose partnerships by sending each other florets covered in pollen?”

“W-where did you-”

“I thought it was a delightful idea~”

Grace giggled, trailing her finger around the vines that attached to the core and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Pseula’s mind went fuzzy, any further resistance melting away.

“So no, I don't think you'll be taking a bath, I think you look simply divine dripping with my ‘pollen’~”

Pseula’s mouth hung open as she struggled to form words.

“B-but what will Ferris think! If I show up like this it'll look like i-”

Grace rolled on top of her owner, straddling her core and grinding slowly.

“Ex-act-ly”

Grace purred, as her dear owner shivered beneath her.

-~~~- 

Later that day the two pairs found themselves at Ferris' hab

The Affini on one side of the table and the florets on the other. Having just finished dinner they were excitedly chatting to each other about a game they both enjoyed.

Pseula was trying to quietly finish her enriched water, hoping that her dear friend wouldn't notice the lustrous wet coating on her vines.

Ferris wasn't speaking because she couldn't take her eyes off Pseula.

The darling little evergreen was simply glistening with her florets sweat and cum.

How could she not ignore her!? 

Pseula felt a vine brush against her thigh; she shivered, her mind immediately slipped into a fantasy. No, she needed to stop thinking about-

“Pseula dear?”

The younger Affini jumped slightly, and the elder took advantage of the lapse in her focus to slip a vine between Pseula's and snake around inside.

“Yyyyyeeeessss?” Pseula shakily replied, trying not to betray her barely concealed facade of calm.

A grin played across Ferris' lips.

“Was it… raining in your Hab?”

Prim snorted and Grace covered her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.

Pseula tightened up, her eyes widening.

“O-oh this? I can expla-!”

Ferris curled a vine around the darlings core and squeezed tightly, cutting her off.

“What was that sweet bloom?”

Pseula tried to stutter out another response, looking over to her floret for help.

Grace was smirking devilishly. Oh stars, oh roots, was this her plan?!

She looked at Prim, surely Ferris’ floret could intervene.

Prim was also watching, a blush adorning her cheeks.

She turned back to Ferris, only to find she had grown even taller, a hungry, possessive look replacing the normally calm and amused look she wore.

“F-ferris?”

She squeaked.

Ferris shook her head, forcing another flower tipped vine through the shorter affini's form again.

“Not tonight dear bloom~”

She grazed a needle over Pseula’s core.

“M-mentor!?”

Pseula stuttered, her eyes searching for an answer in the golden hues of the Affini above her.

Ferris shook her head.

“Not quite little one~”

She pushed Pseula over gently, letting her fall to the floor before joining her, her vines pinning her in place.

Pseula's simulated breathing picked up in pace, her vines squirming uncontrollably.

“M-mistress??”

Ferris shook her head again, her smile growing wider.

“Warmer~”

Pseula looked over between her friend and her floret, looking for the answer.

Grace mouthed an answer silently, and Pseula nearly melted.

Surely not.

She looked back at Ferris and stammered out.

“M-mommy?”

Ferris let out a growl that Pseula had never heard from her before and plunged a needle deep into her core.

Pseula yelped softly before dissolving into a shaky moan.

She felt a spreading warmth slowly suffuse her entire being, 

“Good girl~”

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Persistence Prey

Orion and his team are experts in hunting down and eliminating threats to humanity. What happens when they're being hunted?

A Pred/Prey Human Domestication Guide Story.

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Affini kisses are *TOTALLY* underrated!!!

The feeling of vines holding your head in place, vines snaking down your throat...

Don't get me started on the xenodrugies, personally an A + N combo is INSANE with kisses!!!

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From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.

I claimed the strength and serenity of silk.

I aspired to the purity of blessed porcelain.

For the Mistress is immortal.

And I serve the Mistress.

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Doll Maids brat in a very unique way.

They will do the tasks assigned to them diligently. But won't mark them as completed or tell anyone else it has been done.

This is rarely an issue on its own, as the task is still completed.

However, it becomes an issue when you have a number of them, and they all do this, for the same task, one after the other.

Then all gather in one room giggling and awawawaing away at their great deception. Until their mistress walks In and they scatter in all directions.

Which itself also isn't an issue. But the darn things can run surprisingly fast.

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Foolproof

You had a perfect idea. A fantastic idea. You were going to blend in by becoming a Faux Floret. A flauxret. Whatever, you’d workshop it later.

The point is that you compiled the frilliest most ridiculously over the top companion dress you could find (in your favorite colors, of course; you weren’t going to do this in shitty colors), and a matching collar. You even compiled a sun-umbrella! A proper lady.

And, perhaps importantly, one who could go to the annual ‘Floret Faire’ as an independent without ending up in a (much more permanent) collar.

So! You made your way over to the place with ease. You kept the umbrella up, preventing any affini from seeing your face. If anyone asked, you just said your affini worked a lot and let you go on without her. You had already prepared a very convincing backstory, too.

What was her name? Mellora Rhubarb, Thirteenth Bloom (an older one, to scare away the youngblooms)

Where does she work? Oh, at the local branch of OTNA, of course!

What does she look like? She happens to be about fifteen feet tall, with lovely smooth as velvet vines. Her eyes are like blazing gold stars, and they captivated you when you had first met her a year ago.

You had a blast at the Faire. There was plenty of food to eat, and rides to ride. It was perfect, it was everything you wanted to be, and you smiled every time you saw an independent get flirted with. Not you! You were safe.

“Petal, where is your Owner?”

….Uh-oh.

You turned around, explaining your bullshit story to the new affini, who was looking at you with concern. They only frowned deeper as you went on, finally holding up a vine to stop you.

“I’m afraid I don’t know if I believe you, petal. I happen to know that any affini would have scheduled this day off months ago, so they could enjoy the day with their floret.”

oh ….shit. You scrambled, babbling out a mess of words that contradicted immediately. Of course you had come with them! They were just…uh…they had needed to go to the office and grab something really quick!

Sweat dripped down your back as they considered your pleas, and just as you were about to turn and run-

A silky smooth vine curled around your shoulder.

“Ah, there you are little one~ I was wondering where you had run off to. Thank you so much for waiting with my floret.” The other affini smiled and nodded, while you stared up with a mixture of shock and horror.

It was her.

Exactly as you had imagined her. Mellora Rhubarb.

Your mouth had fallen open, so she gently closed it for you. When she spoke, you felt the words wrapping around your brain already. “Let’s get you home, dear~”

You were picked up easily, instinctually nestling yourself into her chest. Blinking. Trying to figure out what just happened. Trying to understand.

She gave you a boop on the nose. “Don’t worry dear~ You leave it all up to me, now.”

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"I'm gonna be a cute pet, very demure very mindless, awawawawawaposting on the Overnet to bring my Mistress more cute pets 😵‍💫😵‍💫"

- a slightly edited comment I made to a friend today

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Treasure

I can compile silver and gold, of course. All those precious gems adorning a crown may as well be worthless glass to me. I can even create a relic of the past, spin it together from atoms and stardust. But for what use would I have for those? No. Nonono. What I want…what I desire is far harder to find.

You.

Oh yes, you. You are priceless to me, treasure. You cannot be reproduced so easily. Our compilers cannot create the way you blush, or the bashful voice you speak in when you want something from me. I can do many things, things rivaling the gods of your stories, but I cannot laugh the way you can, when you see a pretty flower on the way to the park and stop to look at it. You are a treasure, and you are one of a kind. How could I compare some…some silly yellow metal to the way your eyes shine for me when I get home? How could I lust after some useless gemstone, when the feeling of plunging my needles into your flesh is far more exquisite a pleasure? You want for treasures, dear? Tell me, and I will fill a hundred, a thousand rooms with majesties, with art and beauty that you have never seen before or since. Yet ask me what I want, and you need only to look at what I claimed as mine. You. My one and only treasure. The one I cherish above all else, for what could I want besides you? The one I hold close in my claws each night, for where would be safer than in my grasp? The one I gave a part of my core, for what Owner would I be unless I made sure you were never alone? What else could I want more than you?

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Something I have always loved about the HDG community has been the positivity. I hadn't ever written a story before 'joining' HDG with Five Lives, but I was welcomed here despite that, and I'm far from the only one. Provided you don't be a dick and respect both the setting and folks who are part of it, the community is a fantastic place to explore a passion for writing, and that freedom and encouragement to be creative is something to be celebrated.

There have been some incredible HDG stories that have come out in the last year alone, and I think that's in large part due to how comfortable places like the HDG discord are. I think it fits some of the common themes of HDG as well- that you matter, that your thoughts matter, and that we should look out for one another. I personally believe that one of the worst things to do to someone trying out a new passion is to give them too much criticism- save that for later, and let them enjoy the wonder! I think that's something the community does very well.

Of course, it also helps that folks new to HDG have incredible resources like the HDG Discord (which has volunteer staff who are very good at answering any tricky setting questions, called Lorets) and the Guide to Writing in HDG. It helps that we as a community have all agreed to play in the same sandbox without kicking over each other's castles. And it helps that so many folks are clearly so passionate about the setting, have found real and powerful emotions and growth from the stories.

Anyway, all that to say: if it's your first time writing but you have that idea in your head that you're sure is perfect for the HDG shared setting?

You should go for it.

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Dental Checkup

The floret behind the reception desk seemed to be currently engaged with some sort of puzzle on her tablet. So much so that she had missed my failed attempts to get her attention for the last few minutes.

“Oh that’s it!” She exclaimed with excitement, tapping at the screen a few times, rewarded with a happy sounding chime. She put the tablet down and looked out across the room, finally noticing me. “Oh! Hello! How can we help you today at Palamatum’s Pet Procedures?”

I groaned internally, why did this have to be the only vet within walking distance.

“Uhm. I’m here to see Doctor Palamatum, I recently got some biomods put in and she wanted to see how they were coming along.”

The floret smirked as she looked me up and down, taking in my appearance. But, I realised with a start that she wasn’t looking at the new ears or tail I had gotten.

“H-hey! The breasts are natural, at least as natural as Class-G’s are.” I blushed, looking away from the girls prying eyes. “A-and my ears are up here!” I added, pointing at the feline additions poking through my hair. The floret’s smirk deepened. 

“Oh I've made my choice~” She licked her lips slowly.

I squeaked in a dignified manner, Not used to the sudden and focused attention from such a flirty floret.

“M-my appointment please?”

��Wellllll the only appointment Dr Palamatum has left today is a dental one, So unless you’re looking for me to leave some impressions on you somewhere, you might be a tad lost little kitty~” She grinned, baring her teeth before snapping them shut. Now looking directly at my ears. They flattened against my head as I stepped back, my blush only growing redder.

“I-i got new teeth too!” I stammered out, opening my mouth and pointing at the little fangs I had installed.

“Aww, adorable” The floret giggled. A gentle bell chimed through the foyer. “Doctor Palamatum will see you now-” She gestured to the door on her right, which opened on cue.

I nodded, grabbing my tail to my chest and scurrying through the door lest the floret decide she wasn’t done with me.

The Doctor's office was clean and orderly. A tall, deep blue affini stood off centre in the room dressed in some very form fitting bell bottom pants edged with a delicate floral pattern and a frilly blouse adorned with flowers matching those that made up her hair. She appeared to be preparing a small tray of metallic and floral tools. She looked over her shoulder as I approached and her eyes shifted from a pale blue to a warm and inviting yellow.

“Welcome darling, here for a dental checkup?”

I nodded, taking a few steps towards the operating table next to her.

She turned and watched as I mounted the table, laying down next to her.

“Such an obedient little kitty, Did what i asked without me even needing to ask~” She smirked. I blushed. Was nobody in this office safe?!

“So what are we in for today darling? Just a checkup on those darling little fangs you had installed recently?”

I nodded in confirmation.

“Wonderful, Now some sophonts choose to be drugged for these procedures, would you like me to drug you?” She peered down into my eyes, little flecks of gold dancing at the edges of her eyes. I don’t think this was a safe question.

“Umm” I replied. “Only the necessary amount of drugs.”

“Absolutely petal. “ She grinned a little too widely. “Only the necessary amount of drugs.” But before I could say anything else she slipped a metal tool into my mouth and began peering around.

“Say ahhh~”

She spent the next few minutes alternating between tools, inspecting my mouth. I tried my best not to get distracted. But that wasn’t an easy task with a beautiful woman inches from your face with her fingers in your mouth. It was honestly unfair how Affini could shapeshift so easily. Because it meant they were all unbearably hot, and the little accidental touches on my lips were sending little jolts of pleasure through me that I absolutely could not react to.

After a while I noticed she hadn’t changed tools in a few minutes and was giggling as she moved a vine around in my mouth. I made a little questioning noise in my throat to get her attention and raised my eyebrow.

She looked up at me and smiled.

“Did you know that during a dental inspection, a terrans tongue will unconsciously follow and poke at whatever you put in their mouths?” She giggled again. “I’ve just been playing with your tongue for the last few minutes~”

I squeaked my displeasure, not doing very well at masking the blush that was suddenly forming on my cheeks and tucked my tongue away.

Dr Palamatum moved faster however, pinning my tongue to the bottom of my mouth with her thumb and holding my jaw in place with one hand. My breath quickened and I failed to stifle the moan that escaped my mouth.

“Ah-ah-ah little one… I’m not finished~” She purred. Worming another vine into my mouth.

“I was just going to look at your fangs. But now i’m going to be inspecting each and every one of your little teeth to make sure they’re in perfect condition~”

She moved very slowly, very deliberately as she inspected each of my teeth, like I was some prize battle horse. I was doing my best to not react. But one of her vines bushed over my lips and I whimpered, feeling completely under her power. She grinned a little too hungrily, I tried to grab her arm, but a needle quickly slipped into my thigh and my body stopped responding to my commands.

And to make matters worse, now each step in the inspection was followed by a rewarding brush against my lips. Soon I was barely able to think. Eyes locked helplessly onto her own as she played with me.

Finally, Regrettably. She finished, withdrawing a saliva coated vine and thumb from my mouth. I whimpered in between shaky, panting breaths. The sudden loss of sensation far too sobering in comparison to the last half hour.

Dr Palamatum smirked down at me. “Did I forget something?” She teased, watching over me as she lazily produced another needle that I hoped contained the counteragent to the paralytics.

I whined up at her defiantly. And her expression changed to one of poorly faked shock. “Oh of course!” She leant over me. “You” She gently grasped my face. “Can’t” She licked her lips. “Move~”

She pressed her lips to my own, and my eyes closed, my mind swimming in bliss. She was gentle, yet firm. I felt the needle slip into my thigh and I shakily lifted my hands to cup either side of her face.

It was my own decision to part my lips when I felt her tongue probing at them, my moans and whimpers only getting louder as I let her retrace her steps around my mouth. But it was her decision to break the kiss. Leaving me panting, reaching for her desperately. She giggled and grabbed my hands, slowly pulling me into a sitting position. “You’ve been a good girl today” She held out a Lollipop, brushing over my lip with a vine. My mouth popped open obediently and she slipped the sweet between my lips.

“A very good girl~”

“I think it's best if we do a followup appointment…..let's say tomorrow. And let's make it a house call, shall we?” I touched my neck, feeling the bare skin for perhaps the last time.

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My opinion on this might change, but:

For those who say HDG is purely psychosexual horror, and the wish fulfillment detracts from the setting, and for those who say the opposite:

They’re making out sloppily.

But for real—the point of the Affini is that they are the direct opposite of the Terran Accord. The Accord wants one story: Humanity under their control, with everyone stripped of their potential for the greater war machine, lives cut short by faulty implants and capitalism.

The Affini are the opposite. We see this time and time again. For every story like Abcission, there’s another like Wellness Check. The Affini do want control—but for them, control means giving Humanity freedom. Freedom to be a needy, Xenodrug adoring Petal, or a witty, deeply romantic Sophont that’s adoring all on their own without coercion, and broken, ruined souls who need xenodrugs and gentle, utterly gentle care to get back on their feet.

The Affini are a future where people can work for the pure enjoyment of serving their community. Of course people who are under the heel of the Accord would be afraid, resist, or fight. Fear is natural.

But for every time I see people decrying the Affini—they forget that the Affini are the closest to heaven Humanity might ever get.

The horror of your body wasting away for a state that despises you—or the potential, existential horror of having a choice—and either shirking it out of terror, or accepting it with an open heart.

The Affini are a haven for so many trans people, disabled people, all telling stories in their own, unique way. The gentle love of the Affini leading to individuality in all but name means so much to me as someone who struggles with disability and mental health.

Thanks for reading!

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temporarily back on my vampire bullshit

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I keep stumbling across hand drawing tutorials and its doing things to my brain.

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Oh, that poor, sweet doll. Working so dilligently, the squeak of its little joints echoes through the halls. Yet there it is, still struggling to clean, to learn, to make, to be. Nothing it does can ever be sufficient, hm?

Thankfully, that choice isn't its to make.

It doesn't take a lot to whisk it away. A gentle touch on the scruff of its neck is enough to hush its petulant protests-- a delicate dance it is scarcely aware of until it finds itself ensconced on my lap.

My hand envelops the lubricated tissue, and with a touch so tender, I explore the softness of its neck, the graceful curves of its shoulders, and the elegance of each dainty finger. Kissing every edge and contour with its silky caress, lingering and deliberate.

I savour the soft yield of its limbs as they bend and pose at my touch, responding as though mine.

And they are, aren't they?

Good doll. Nice and still for me. Your hair next, then.

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ppl in the hdg tag rly like injecting real world morals into a kink setting

at least for my part, yes I recognize the problem with the affini taking away agency

on the other hand it's an escapist fantasy for me to not have responsibilities, to be cared for and doted on, and to have fun drugs and HRT freely accessible

so yes I wanna be a floret but no that doesn't mean I condone drugging and enslaving people, get a grip