#Human Domestication Guide

[15millionfireflies]

Affini might not be real but florets sure are. You just have to find a suitably traumatized queer person and give them affection and they will literally beg you to put them on a leash

[rosepetalkitty]

haha plampt

trans girls see the most terrifying alien invasion story about imperialist plant monsters from outer space who cannot be defeated and will mind control you into wanting to be a perfect little pet with no ability to alter its situation if you even lift a finger agains them and go "haha plampt"

[muteswitch]

Affini that has a long tongue like vine and shoves it down her florets throat to give them xenodrugs.

[wendigot33th]

"what's hdg?"

"oh it's amazing! Post scarcity society of plampts who will dote on you and treat you with love and care! Amazing tech, and super powerful HRT!"

"oh wow that sounds amazing-"

*in the comments written by another person* "yeah the aliens rape and drug you too btw. They will literally reform your brain to be more happy and submissive. If the phrase 'to be loved is to be changed' was something that transcended species and spacetime, the Affini would embrace that like a fucking mantra"

Tbh I feel like that part is equally as important as all the good stuff when you're trying to tell people what the setting is. Kinda feels like actual Affini propagandists trying to lure in unsuspecting seeds to their new forever home.

[pyxxiestyxx]

The Implant

"All I'm saying is that florethood has a 100% satisfaction rate. so obviously that means the Implant is Good and Wonderful and really you should just walk to the nearest Domestication Center and get on your hands and knees and beg them to put one in you."

The affini smiled at the terran, watching as they figeted with their drink. They had on that mask, but the emotions lying underneath were quite well understood. There wasn't an exact word for it in the terran languages she had seen, but it was a feeling of worry, of wariness….and also a feeling of curiosity and possibly even hunger. Through her blooms, she had seen it countless times.

Wanting what they told themselves they couldn't have.

"The feeling of something else pressing into your mindspace for the first time? The little twitches as it aquiants itself with your nervous system, like trying on a new pair of clothes and stretching a bit to see how they fit?" She leaned forward slightly, making sure to intrude on the terran's space. The terran looked back up at her, captivated and mouth slightly open in the shape of an 'O'.

"And then -then!- there's the chemicals. New organs grown along your spine, right here and here and definitely here, each one a wonderful little erogenous zone. And each one a new way to control you completely. No more worrying, no more icky thoughts. Just peaceful, everlasting happiness. "

They were in her lap now. How could she resist, when their fingertips clearly twitched towards her. They wanted her to pick them up, they just didn't know how to ask.

She would help them learn how to ask. How to say exactly what was written across their heart so clearly.

She could almost hear it now…. "Miss, can I be your floret?"

[ancillamouse]

[kimberlyeab]

Terran Marine: "Eat shit you fern bastard."

Terran Marine: *Fires gun* Affini: GAH Affini: *Drops Dead* Terran Marine: "Wait... that worked?" Affini: "No but I thought it'd make you feel better if I at least pretended to play along."

[digitalfloret]

Reblog to domestic prev

[scribbled-dream]

”I don’t want drugs, Miss.” They spoke clearly as they ate, the Affini watching them curiously.

Her vines knit into a humanoid form, sensual and supple, muscular limbs and a stark, almost haughty stare, with a subtle smile on slender lips. “Oh? Why’s that, darling?”

Adler looked back at Cyrea, their features alight in the soft light from the room, looking around at the myriad of Humans and Affini, some chatting, some softly kissing, others sharing meals. Some had gleaming eyes, others were androids—immortal, the only sign of their inhumanity being in gleaming blue lights for eyes. Others had the flushed face of one on Xenodrugs, excitedly babbling to their delighted Affini owners.

Adler’s new body, biological though it was, had a digitized chip in their mind. They were, for all intents and purposes, immortal.

The question Cyrea has asked them, trapped in the Orbital Station, was still in their mind. What will you do? “You gave me a choice, Mistress.” The title sounded natural to them. Sensible. “I want to be with you. I don’t need coercion.”

Cyrea stopped, her blue eyes blinking in what was only describable as shock, a slight reddening of her pale face appearing. The blue flowers on her arms turned a pale, glowing red.

Fascinating. I did give them a choice, did I not? To turn against the Accord? She smiled at them, hand grasping their own.

“You are a fascinating thing, darling. Eat, then we’ll go home. I want to know all about you.”

Adler’s eyes lit up, shock writ in trembling eyes for just a moment. They nodded, and continued to eat—hastily.

[sammiehopps]

okay. sorry. I live under a rock. can someone explain to me what the human domestication guide is like you would to your friendly, but otherwise internet-illiterate mum

[radio-sunrise]

Women are great, it would be cool if they had like vines, or could give you drugs, and maybe even owned you like a pet. Shame nobody else has ever written about that.

[isinialanat]

I just finished my wardship and got approved for independence! Woo!

But, I dunno . . . I see florets around with their Affini and . . .

Is it too late to become a pet? Assuming I find the right plampt?

Aw, blossom, it's never too late!

Most of my crewmates would be absolutely delighted to adopt a cutie like you if you let them! But I absolutely understand you wanting to find the right one. And I hope you do!

Ask around, try meeting up some of your protectorate officials, don't be afraid! I wish you best of luck with your prospective adoption!! 💜🪻

[evil-scientist]

The Affini try to domesticate a cartoon character. They try to inject it but the syringe becomes flaccid. They try oral xenodrugs but it just chews and blows it like bubblegum. They try grow a Haustoric Implant but it grows into a regular Terran flower out of its back before wilting

[silvana-little-abdl]

When my estrogen patches get here, I’m gonna write “Class G” on each patch as I put them on

[mallusai]

is there some sort of universally known HDG symbol? Like something i can just draw on my hand as a "if you know you know" kinda thing?

[generalb]

Heyo it’s ya boi coming at ya with another idea for a hdg fic. I’m realizing now that this second one I thought of is also technology influenced. Hmm. Ah welll I’m fine with them being hit or miss. Anyways:

A nonbinary mad genius wants to avoid capture and domestication by the Affini. After several years of running, however, they realize that it’s simply not sustainable.

Their plan? The scientist will create a suit to match the Affini in every way—metal vines, injectors for xenodrugs, enhanced pneumatic devices for the strength and speed, even specialized speakers for the Biorhythm. There will even be an AI to assist them in controlling the suit to its fullest capability. The fact that they’ve been able to use Affini compilers and the Overnet has been a great boon to their work—or is it?

Just as the final touches are made to the suit, a small, seemingly harmless update is added to the AI—turning it into the same kind you read about that live in the Habs of the Affini; joyful, always calling florets cute, the whole shebang. Combined with the AI’s sentience granted by the genius, they accidentally give rise to the first android Affini. An android affini that happens to be perfectly made to domesticate her favorite floret, the genius of course!

Affini domination with a robotic twist ensues