#and at least weed im just sedated

[lilgynt]

needing to justify emotions and running through possible solutions within the vent just bc 😍 (learned behavior)

[starswordneo]

So, Im gonna do some ramblings about this world and the setting.

So, this setting is mainly transgirl oriented, but I have to wonder, how are cis people, children and the elderly treated? (I imagine transboys are equally treated wwll like the transgirls) I would NOT want to get children drugged up, and I dont know how Affini treat the elderly. Or even what happens with older transgirls.

This setting gets a little weird if you look at it outside of the main demographic, but then again, oh well lmao.

A commentor told me that Florets can have hobbies and do things, just without the pressures of capitalism, which, thank god. As someone whos been going through the ringer, it would be amazing if I could just enjoy my passions without worry.

Currently, my only questions are:

- Do you HAVE to have an owner?

- What does a regular pet-going look like? Mara is a good example, but I wanna see more of what their life was like.

- What can KILL an Affini? They have fast regeneration, they are sturdy as hell, and they dont require oxygen. Considering their plant based nature, I imagine Fire, a large bomb, beheadment(?), I know i shouldnt wonder this, BUT FOR THE SAKE OF KNOWLEDGE!!!

- What was their civilization like before humans? It seems a lot of what they do nowadays are focused on collecting and domesticating humans.

- Are there any plant DADDIES? Im a raging bisexual who loves boys as much as girls, and if its only mommies, thats fine, but damn...

- Can you have more then 1 owner?

- Have there been Affinis against humans, or even just bad at caring? I know theyre meant to be impossibly perfect, but I want to see what a potential poor caretaker would look like, and how Affinis would deal with that.

Elvira seems to be pretty much 90% tamed, still has a little fight in her, but is pretty docile & dependant on Akash.

Speaking of, Akash and Nikki seem pretty brutal. As someone whos pretty soft and squishy, they terrify me lmao. Then again, Elvira and Kazia are pretty bratty, so they probably just have to be tougher in order to reach their goals of domesticating

Domestication is something that takes a long time, through several generations of breeding, at least for Dogs, Cats and plants. I wonder, are the Affini being domesticated along with domesticating humans? It wouldnt be the first time both sides domesticate each other. Plants have domesticated us along with us domesticating them. We've even domesticated OURSELVES. So, did we domesticate the Affini by getting domesticated? Theyre so hellbent on domesticating humans, they might of gotten domesticated themselves, Haha!

The drugs are also interesting. I personally am not a fan of doing drugs, or even things that impair me, like Alchohol and Weed, but these Classes seem to do a FUCKTON more then Earth stuff, and are even specialized based on circumstances.

This setting is pretty inspiring, I've been needing a story that is fresh, well made and actually interesting, what a breath of fresh air!

"Whats going on Mistress?" "Nothing my little floret, dont worry your pretty head about it." "okay <3" "yay <3"

Anyways, the way the Affini domesticate is something ive noted. The size difference making you feel small, the impairment to make you dependant, the endless praise and adoration to affirm and reward you, the drugs to keep you sedated and blissfully ignorant

Also their plant nature, If theres no male affinis, then either its an all female race (how do they reproduce? Do they split?), or they could be Perfects and have both sexes at once, which could make sense.

Can't sleep. So, I'm gonna continue my read through of HDG, finally got the time to continue reading, considering yesterday was pretty hellish. But, from nice commenters on my previous post, I learned a couple things about HDG! Spoilers, ramblings & meme under the cut.

So, to recap my knowledge, Affini have been taking over terrans for a little while now, they managed to get Elvira and Mara

They use drugs to sedate more troublesome terrans, and, if REALLY need be for the especially fighty kinds, Class O's, which leave you completely mind melted, AND they make you touch starved so you're forced to accept them and be needed

Elvira & Mara lived on Space MRE's, barely got cared for by anyone besides them. With just a few drugs, Elvira completely folded and waived all rights to herself, officially becoming Akash's pet.

Anyways, Elvira be like:

Art used: https://www.tumblr.com/degeneratederg https://www.tumblr.com/sheepwavehdg

Anyways, back to the garden I go!

[disabled-queen-hc-blog]

could you maybe do a fic of a member who maybe was becoming or did become an lsd casualty? i know that in the realm of queen in real life that wasnt their drug of choice but im.. it would just be nice to see is all. how they would help and cope and stuff.. maybe with roger? 🦇

LSD causalities aren’t really what they are known as.

Disorders such as Schizophrenia and Bipolar Disorder are genetic conditions that are usually triggered by a big stressor. Psychedelics are gigantic stressors. So someone who was going to develop the above disorders would have developed them later but the LSD simply kick started that process earlier. A person with no genetic predisposition could trip for a week straight every single week and would come out the other end fine. 

So, with all that said, let’s say Bipolar Disorder runs in Roger’s family. He knows this but the information above isn’t known at the time. So when Freddie acquires a few tabs of LSD, he happily agrees to trip with him. He’d love to open his mind and perhaps change how he writes music. Plus, it’s safe! You can’t overdose from it!

It’s a saturday night, they’re giggling sitting on the floor, prepared for a trip like no other. The put the tabs on their mouth and while neither of them have ventured into the world of psychs before, they can already tell it’s strong. No worries. Nothing bad can happen. It’s all in the mind.

Freddie has a lovely trip. He sees colors he’s never seen before. The world is shifting and wriggling and writhing. He unlocks parts of his brain, parts of his psyche that bring him peace and understanding of himself and the universe (at least that’s what he keeps saying). His skin is shifting and he’s flying. He’s really flying.

Roger on the other hand panicked for 6 hours straight. He keeps reliving things he would rather not remember. He has this insatiable urge to kill himself. End it. He can’t say why, but there’s this tug in his stomach that keeps pushing him towards the window of their flat. Not to mention, Freddie keeps jabbering complete nonsense in something that’s not english. And he looks evil. His eyes are red and black and his skin looks like scales and he knows for sure Freddie’s a demon and he’s been one all along.

Roger’s freaked out and he’s convinced time has stopped moving forward and he keeps seeing shadows and Freddie’s too high to help. 

7 hours in though, Freddie slows down well enough to notice something’s wrong. Roger doesn’t feel any relief. It’s not wearing off. He’s not aware though, because to him, perhaps 2 minutes have passed since they first took the tabs.

Roger’s sobbing to Freddie, telling him to make it stop. He keeps pacing by the window and muttering to himself. He is literally and actually all over the place, freaking Freddie out. 

Like any good tripping buddy does, he calls 999. Although you can help someone ride out a bad trip, sometimes when it’s far too much, the best thing one can do is get the hospital to sedate the person, having them wake up sober. 

Roger doesn’t take too kindly to that, having a fit of his lifetime as he’s loaded onto the ambulance. They’re gonna kill me, Fred! They’re gonna kill me!

The protocol is followed, but everyone is shocked when Roger wakes up just as agitated, confused and delirious. He’s ranting and raving and trying to escape his hospital room. Freddie tells the doctors they only took a small tab. It’s impossible for him to still be tripping. The doctors almost excitedly scorn the two of them, saying something along the lines of Roger being an LSD Casualty. A lost cause. His brain was too fried for much else. To Bedlam with him.

Freddie’s like haha, okay, I’m gonna sign him out and never let you touch him again, toodles.

Freddie, though, has no idea what to do with Roger who really does seem like his brain is fried. In reality, he was thrust into a severe manic episode by the LSD. No one knew that. Freddie calls the boys. They lend a hand.

They manage to get Roger back to the flat, John having to be on jumper watch while Freddie calls Roger’s mom and Brian thinks of stuff to calm Roger down. All the while, Roger’s yelling and crying and trying to push John away so he can jump out the window. They’re all at a loss and Freddie feels guilty. They should’ve just stuck to weed. Goddammit. Now he’s gone forever and it’s all his fault.

Freddie gets in contact with the guy he bought it from and what seems like 30 other acid users, asking them for help. Only 1 has anything positive to say other than “No, he’s permafried. Give up.”

It’s a lovely lesbian gal who spends hours on the phone with Freddie. Essentially, she tells him that Roger was already “crazy” to begin with. The LSD ramped it up to an 11 but it’d go back down eventually. Although her words are a little rough, perhaps she’s right. Maybe it’s just a waiting game.

They say they’ll give it a month. They’ll put Queen on hold and take care of Roger and see what happens. If not, they’ll have to relinquish him to his mother and go looking for a new drummer.

Things are looking dire by week 3. But on week 4, Roger comes out of his severe mania. He’s most certainly still manic, but no longer hallucinating and having delusions. He’s more like himself than ever.

Freddie nearly bursts into tears, hugging Roger until he can’t breathe. The boys are thrilled too. What the hell happened?

Roger can’t answer because he doesn’t remember the past few weeks. He remembers putting the tab on his tongue and then absolutely nothing. But he does know he’s never touching any psychedelics ever again. 

Dealing with Roger’s mania is a whole other ball park, but once Bipolar Disorder becomes a diagnosis used widely, things fall into place and make sense for the 4 of them, especially Roger.

[cheguevaraismydaddy666]

i feel a heavy pull towards downers lol. i did valium the other day. we bought ten, originally wanted to share, but i ended up taking them all. we fucked apparently, i don't remember lol. but i trust him to not force me to do anything. idk... i wanna do opiates again. i mean, maybe not straight up smack, but maybe tilidn, oxys.... idk. something like that. then i at least won't have a blackout. blackouts are kinda scary. i just wanna be sedated. all the time. weed is fine but i want more. i dont know... i wanted to only smoke 3g a week. i smoked 4 this week. i still wanna get some more tomorrow but im gonna have to try to stay sober more. mainly because i sadly cant afford to smoke everyday... monday we're getting tabs tho, so thats fun. i love acid so fucking much. psychedelics helped me so much with self worth, honestly. even bad trips. well whatever, maybe ill get weed tomorrow, i'll try not to but we'll see.

[shardclan]

Much of Haematica’s tasks these days were about inspection, where she might have once done the upkeep herself. Copernicus handled the cleaning of the supplies, and she hadn’t been dissatisfied with his work in eons. He had learned quickly that a doctor’s tools had to be more than clean. They had to be pristine. They had to be antiseptic.

On this morning, after receiving her clearance, he handed her a box. “From Estevao,” he explained. “He said you would definitely be interested in this.”

Haematica pursed her lips. In her opinion, Estevao was less than a poor man’s dandy. A poor man was still capable of some modicum of tact. Were it not for his honest work at generating a trade operation on that lonely cliff near Mirrorlight Bay, she would have immediately disregarded the delivery.

She was quite glad she didn’t.

Gloves. Beautiful thick gloves made of latex, the one indisputably excellent thing about the nature flight. Haematica, like most plaguelings, grew up without it. If you couldn’t survive infection, there was no hope for you anyway. But in a clan where she was the surgeon responsible for cutting them open and forcibly fixing or removing what ailed them, it was worth its weight in gold. Outside the Scarred Wasteland, healing was allowed to take time, to take resources, and none could be so precious as a clean pair of latex gloves.

“Send a message back,” she said calmly, slipping her hands inside them and flexing. “They’re too thick. I could weed nettles with these and not feel anything. That’s no good for surgery. If he can halve this, it’ll do, and the Medical Sector will pay handsomely for them.” As an afterthought, she added: “And make them in pink.”

“I’ll bear it in mind, but it won’t reach him for awhile. He’s in with Phasmatis.”

Haematica removed the gloves and crossed her arms. “Phasmatis is still learning how to control her power. And she’s still just a beginner at anatomy. I hope you’re not telling me she is actually practicing on a live patient right now.”

Copernicus automatically stood a bit straighter. “No ma'am! But the nature of the injury is… Coagulum thought it was best if Phasmatis attended until you arrived. Unofficial pre-diagnosis, no correction.”

“A practice diagnosis for Phasmatis? What exactly is the nature of the injury? Did one of the children get a greenstick fracture?”

“It’s probably better if you go see for yourself. I think you’ll understand why Coagulum made the call if you do.”

He wasn’t wrong, and Haematica had to cover her mouth as soon as she saw. Estevao was clearly sedated but he was still awake, so she couldn’t risk laughing. She recognized all too well what she was seeing.

Phasmatis was sitting on a stool beside him with a thick tome–Haematica’s own book of bones which she allowed the girl to use for study. Her posture was prim and her runes glowed faintly from within the folds of her off-white gown. It made her look like a strange, studious ghost to Haematica’s eyes. White was such a strange choice for a hospital; but then again the girl wasn’t practiced enough to get into the truly bloody bits yet.

“Your report,” said Haematica, once she was sure she was calm.

“Yes…” Phasmatis answered slowly. “Multiple dislocations… Left and right inferior radioulnar, Grade 1 acromioclavicular dislocation… Trauma to the iliac crests evidenced by bruises but the bones are alright. Evidence of unusual trauma to the patella, but of low severity.”

“Just the shoulders and wrists?” Phasmatis looked up at her, and Haematica walked over and very gently rolled Estevao’s ankles and gently felt around his knees. “Amazing.”

“Miss? Do you know something about this?”

“Oh absolutely. It’s been a long time since Bruma put someone in the Ragdoller.” She slid her fingers under the backsides of his knees, ignoring the delirious giggle it earned from the drugged patient. “Amazing. Usually she dislocates the wrists, shoulders, and either the knees or the ankles. If she’s dealing with a truly dangerous dragon she’ll even strike the hips. Dual posterior dislocation, it’s as impressive as it is a hideous sight.”

“It seems inappropriate to be amazed, if I may say. Dislocation is dangerous and permanently lowers the integrity of the joint.”

“So it does.” She gazed curiously down at the vaguely aware patient. “It makes me wonder what exactly he did.”

Phasmatis raised her chin and frowned imperiously. “Does that matter?”

“To his treatment? No. But Bruma is a cool temper and this man is at the head of an industry producing latex that we will certainly be using. I would like to know just what he was doing that would rile her up to this degree before I enter a business deal with him.” She patted Phasmatis’ shoulder fondly. “But your dedication to the patient’s treatment regardless of their character is noted. Fetch Copernicus and have him give a local anesthesia, I’ll be in to get the joints back in, you’ll shadow.”

“Yes, miss.”

Haematica took her leave, gliding down the hall to her personal study. A chalkboard hung beside the doorway. Typically it was empty this early in the morning, but today there was a thin white scribble on it.

Bog - M, Sha. 14e. Unknown donor.

She cracked the door. A thin haze rolled out around her feet as the cool air seeped out. The body was there on the cold metal table, grey and motionless. Though she was delighted, Haematica sighed. Receiving shadowborn cadavers was never a simple affair out here. Too often, it was someone trying to dispose of a body and curry her favor at the same time. It was insulting, frankly. She wasn’t some butcher they could dump their bodies on. She was a woman of science, but also of compassion.

Sure, she would at least identify the cause of death, maybe poke around a little more than she had to, but she wasn’t going to dissect any old donated body. Her conscience would never rest unless she was sure the family was alright with it. Gods, she’d have to call Carnelian again… Or maybe Camellia would be faster, since she was actually present. Being able to just ask the body who it was and where it came from would simplify things immensely.

Down the hall, she heard the familiar whistling of Aether. When she spoke it was with the typical fae monotone but her whistling had a distinctively happy lilting to it this morning. Aether was a dentist. She operated out of Promenade Medical Bay because tooth removal was a form of surgery, but most of her work these days was maintaining hatchling dental health. If she was whistling so cheerfully, it meant someone hadn’t cared for a bad tooth and she was preparing to take it for her collection.

Aether was skittish, but probably could have fit in easily among plague dragons for her love of collecting teeth.

Haematica didn’t bother her, turning instead to go look in on the Queen’s room. It was empty, save for Coagulum, who greeted her with a nonchalant “Mornin’ Hae.”

“Good morning. Has Telos run off again?”

“Mm, yeah.” The mirror scratched lazily at her stomach. “Her blood’s back up to snuff, and she’s been getting antsy and irritable being in bed these past few days. Tungsten came and got her.”

“An official discharge then.”

“Tungsten didn’t say. Just said that ‘Doing nothing for a long time can also be stressful for someone who’s gotten used to a certain level of activity’ and took her out.” She snickered. “I could tell ‘er Majesty was feeling punchy.”

“Punchy...” Haematica muttered, more tasting the word than asking for a meaning. Coagulum was full of colorful words like that.

“Aggressive. She trained a bunch with Perilous, but when the last time she got to give anyone a good haymaker? She was getting pent up, it’s better this way.”

Haematica tapped a foot thoughtfully. “I’ll expect you to find Miss Tungsten and get proper discharge paperwork done. Just because she’s the queen is no reason to not keep a proper record.” She ignored the lazy sigh. Coagulum liked to cut corners where she thought she could get away with it, but she was dependable. Generally. “And speaking of people feeling punchy, what happened to our Nature Liaison?”

Coagulum’s face curdled into malicious glee. “Have you see him? He got the Ragdoller!”

“I noticed. I’m asking if you know why.”

“Gossip on the street is that it all went down at the Sundial Brewery. Arcanus and Carnelian were having a round, Estevao came in, and you know how that insufferable little prick is. I’ve no doubt he thought he was being cute, but he made a suggestion about easing the queen’s stress to Arcanus that was a little too forward. Arcanus almost drew on ‘im!”

Haematica laid a tired hand over her face. “Gods, how much of a fool can a single dragon be?”

“Right, right? So Carnelian keeps Arcanus cool, cause they’re on good terms now it seems like; and Arcanus is the Queen’s Knight, he can’t be getting in bar fights, even if it’s for the queen’s honor. But Carnelian’s no such clean record and he’s all prepared to get nasty about it.” She slapped merrily at her knee. “I can only imagine what Estevao’s condition would’ve been if Carnelian’d had at him.”

“Did Bruma actually stop Carnelian?”

“Ah, well, yes and no. Remember Cloud and ‘Milla have their little nocturne girl at home with them.”

“Aine, of course. So Bruma would have intervened as their bouncer to end the situation before it got rowdy.”

“Just so,” Coagulum answered, though she couldn’t hide another snicker. “Well, and because Bruma’s a chivalrous kind of lady. She can’t stand hearing anybody, let alone some outland brown-noser, make those kinda nasty comments.”

“Just how nasty was this comment? The man is an idiot who doesn’t realize he grates on others, but he seems otherwise sincere about wanting little to no trouble.”

“Mmm, suffice to say he his suggestion failed to treat the Queen with the respect that the widow of an exalt is due.” Crass as she was, Coagulum wrinkled her nose. “I’m sure plenty move on, find new mates and such but Telos is… Our queen is loyal, dammit. To us and to Fragment; even if he’s not on this plane anymore. And Arcanus is a man of morals. Neither of them deserve the implication that he should be ashamed to let her grieve so long ‘uncomforted’. That shit-eater’s got no business thinking he can say that! In a crowded bar–!”

“Volume,” Haematica said sternly but reflexively.

“Sorry. It just... It ain’t right is all…”

It didn’t escape Haematica’s memory that Coagulum had not always been among Telos’ supporters. Early on, her blunt tongue had been one of many to say that other dragons were more fit. That Telos was too young, too inexperienced, too much of an outsider. And yet now here was the same dragon, agitated that some nobody had come into the clan and suggested–albeit ignorantly–something that tread on the queen’s sincere grief.

“Weren’t you suggesting something similar just last week?”

Coagulum blushed furiously. “That wasn’t about Telos!” A sharp glare from Haematica corrected her, and she said again, more quietly: “That’s wasn’t about Telos! And even if it were, it wasn’t a suggestion that someone should get in bed with her and...and soothe her. That’s a disgusting thing to say about anyone, much less a damned widow. It was only a suggestion that some of the more stressed members of the clan who are shy of the Bramble District be educated on masturbation. It’s a physiologically proven and valid method of reducing stress hormones in the blood and you know it.”

Haematica covered her mouth to hide a grin, and Coagulum knew instantly she’d been teased. Of course Haematica knew already. She just took advantage because it was a sensitive topic.

“You’re a demon, Hae.”

“You’re mistaking me for Asura,” she said humbly.

Estevao probably didn’t know just how far down his own throat he put his foot.  Those trails of gold tears on Telos’ cheeks were not some invitation or request to be comforted. To her and to the entire clan, they were representative of things unforgotten, things still missed and pain still felt even though the eons had passed and life went on. They were not something that could be wiped away so easily.

“I had him anesthetized maybe 15 minutes ago,” Haematica said with a smile too wide and too bright. “Shall we go give our patient a lesson on the appropriate way to talk about our Queen?”

Coagulum smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it.”