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In the story we have the classics: Attacking another sophont, fighting against the Affini, not being able to care for oneself, being an outspoken feralist or someone who abuses or abused their power.

But there are some other, less discussed ways that should also lead to getting florted on a compulsory basis, so come up with one, I start:

Being an anti-vaxxer: Not vaccinating yourself or trying to avoid it is bad for your life and health and that of others, being outspoken about it can convince others to also become anti-vaxxers also hurting themselves and others. The Affini would also likely make vaccination mandatory, meaning that being an anti-vaxxer might even be seen as a form of feralism.

This is pretty similar, but being against modern medicine would likely also get you florted. Through refusing to take it and trying to avoid it, you are a danger to yourself and if you are trying to convince others, you are also a threat to others.

Attention: This is a slightly silly post.

Note: This is a mix out of a silly question, shitpost and RP, but I could only add one flair.

I mean I thought that I had a little bit better job security as a floret than during my previous job in the Terran Accord. I believed that I could not that easily be replaced by automation, robots or AI, but I am now kinda worried. I found an article about robot-pets from more than 500 years ago, great article btw, but it made me think. Those robot pets were never really that successfull, but they are still kinda cute and adorable and with more modern technology, their cuteness could be brought to another level, maybe even surpassing my own. This however would not be a reason to be alarmed in and of itself, as they aren't sapient and Affini typically prefer sapient pets. But with their tech, they might be able to create a sapient AI (I do not understand Affini tech, so take this with a massive grain of salt). Will Mistress replace me with a sapient AI?

Maybe you are just curious after being told about it by florets, so you want to try it out.

Could you just ask your nice affini neighbour/coworker/aquaintance/friend?

This post is inspired by this work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55956769/chapters/142101667 with a title that is far too long.

The story is really good and there are some rinan characters in there and one of them even tells part of the story from their POV.

Rinans are of course no hivemind, so it would likely be different for different Rinans. Rinan florets would likely adore their Affini owner, just like every floret (maybe not at the start if they are unvoluntarily domesticated). Otherwise Rinans might view the Affini as:

1. Protectors/Saviors from the Terran Accord who committed a lot of bad things against them including mass-killings of civilians, enslavement and genocide. The Affini prevented Nyrina from being wiped by an attack with nuclear weapons by the TCN.
2. Just another oppressor, but at least one not as bad as the Terran Accord.
3. As benevolent through their actions and the improvement of their wellbeing and safety due to them.
4. Or maybe as a mix of the previous three, leading to a more complex view.

Just hold it without saying anything and cling to it as if for dear life. Would they flort you?

I'm currebtky stressed out with a headache because I have to think about to much and take care about to much and everything important and with a deadline and for one thing I am already too late technically, but I still have to do it. I really just want to be able to do nothing and think about nothing relevant from time to time and just relax in Plommies lap. Life hard, Plommy soft. I should be Plommies adorable little merfeline, but I am not, becazse the world is fucked up. It has capitalism and no Plommy.

I mean this happens a lot in the fics, especially if they are a feralist and captured by the Affini.

Important note: This is under the assumption that no Affini has made a notice of intent with their name on it, because if they did they would just get that floret.

Is it more like:

"This one is cute, I think I take them home", which seems to be the case in florets of a feather.

or maybe it is random.

Maybe it is also the case that if the Affini has already their pinnate as their floret, they are more likely to also take them. The exception would be the original fic in which Elvira is the floret of Akash and Mara is the floret of Nikhila.

Regarding the fact that the Affini want their florets to be happy, wouldn't it make sense to have an assessment based on the information they have on the future floret and potential owners, whether or not they fit together.

It could also be based on convenience meaning that if you are at the right place and currently wanted a floret you could just take one home.

Hi, so I was curious about how likely it is that an Affini does not take you as their floret after you asked them for it, so I wrote a short story about exactly that happening. Don't expect the end being that well, I am really tired. I hope you enjoy it anyway and maybe you know if there is someone out there for everyone.

Laura was kneeling on the floor, crying and sobbing. The tears falling heavy from her eyes down to the ground. Her body was visibly shaking with every emotional outburst that hit her.

Laura did not want to break down like this, not in front of all the other guest, but she could not stop it. It didn’t matter anyway. They should see how devastated she was, how frail. How much she needed to be held. How much she needed to be loved.

Laura had hoped that with the arrival of the Affini she might finally find love, even if it was as one of their pets. She had known that she had to give up her autonomy and a lot of her former rights and freedoms and legally became property, but all of that had seemed worth it, it still did. She was willing to give up far more to finally find love and give her aching heart a rest. Even if they would fundamentally change her personality, as some Terrans claimed, she would accept it if it was what they needed to do to love her.

Laura was desperate and she got more desperate with every time she was rejected or just never asked on a date or anything else even slightly romantic. Her parents told her that there is the right person for her out there. The one person who loved her just the way she was and that she would meet them, she just had to wait and do what she liked. They would meet and have a long and loving relationship, just like them, her parents told her. She used to believe them, but her faith in their story faded over the long single years. Maybe this was just a survivor bias and for some people there simply was no one out there who loved them and one of them might be her.

It was not like other people had been mean to Laura or did not like her. Quite the opposite even. Every person who ever met her described her as a nice and very polite person with a good heart. They  liked to hang around with her and talk with her and had always been nice in return, with some very rare exceptions. They helped her if she needed it and she helped others whenever they needed her. She was a nice acquaintance, a good friend, just not a girlfriend.

Laura had hoped that this time it would be different. That this time she would not have been rejected with nice words “We just don’t fit together”, “This is the best for both of us, we would just end up unhappy”, “I hope you and I both find the right one for us” or worse still by the deafening silence of a total lack of response to any of her questions and pleas. But it had happened again. This time she was told that she would not be happy as her floret and given the advice to go to the domestication centre, but what good would that do to her. They could not use magic and just create an Affini that would love her and cherish her as their pet. All they could do was find an Affini that fit to her and she doubted that such an Affini even existed.

Laura had believed that her psychologist was the right Affini for her. She was considerate, charming and a good person from Her very core and always did Her best for others. She was also intelligent and could be very funny and sometimes even surprisingly cool. She also had that calming influence on her like waves who washed every worry of her away, never to be seen again. Laura belonged in her vines, preferably next to Her core, but instead she was laying on the floor crying her eyes out for everyone to see.

Laura had prepared everything perfectly. She had managed to figure out her psychologist’s favourite restaurant and she had made sure that she looked perfect. She had used makeup in a simplistic perfection, just how She liked it and had worn her prettiest shoes and necklace. Her dress had several of  Her flowers on them, one made to look like the real ones sewn on her left shoulder. It looked just like a companion dress with its bright colours reminiscent of her hopefully future Mistress. But all of that had went to waste.

Laura knew that her psychologist only had forty minutes to spend before she needed to take care of another one of her patients. She had told her so when she asked her to eat something together. Laura wasn’t sure if She understood that this was meant to be a date, but she was to happy when She accepted to think about it. She could clarify it in the restaurant she had thought to herself. She would understand it, she knew her forgetful nature after all.

She did understand it. She understood Laura probably better than anyone else, so why did she not take her? She had to know how much a rejection hurt Laura, how it could snuff out that last ember of hope.  Of course there was a justification, She would not just reject her without it. She told her that she liked Laura and that she would make a very nice floret, but She had to consider Laura’s wellbeing too. She was sure that Laura would not have a fulfilling life as her floret, not with Her schedule. She wasn’t even sure if She had enough time to properly care for her and She could not just not help her patients. They needed Her and She would never  forgive Herself if even one of them would get hurt, because She wasn’t there to help them. Others always came first to Her.

Laura would find the right Affini for her and they would be very happy together for as long as she lived, but that Affini just wasn’t Her.

Alternatives:

Hot plant Mommies in your area want to fill out your domestication contract for you!

Giant plant Mommies in your area want to domesticate you!

I am looking for a fic, because I think the premise is fun. The thing is that now they have to get along, because they are going to live together or maybe they even cooperate in an escape attempt.

Enemies to lovers would also be fun.

I am too lazy to write it myself, so if someone has already done so, it would be nice if I knew about it.

I got some ideas that seem logical, but I am curious what you think.

1. As traitors. This would especially apply to those who volunteered, and would be due to the fact that nearly all florets will obey their Affini owners, seemingly having switched their loyalty to the Affini.

2. As weak-minded (shown in the original work by Kazia towards Elvira). They would view the florets who have already broken for their owners with disdain. Seeing them as weak-minded and below them.

3. As prisoners. This would especially apply to those involuntarily domesticated, because they might be viewed as prisoners of war to be rescued from the Affini.

4.With Jealousy (Sorry, I did not know how to keep up the theme). Florets have a very easy, worry-free life. Having nothing they have to do and receiving everything they need to be happy from their owners. They live in comfortable habs, get very good food and sleep in comfortable beds. To the average TCN soldier living in small often cramped quarters, eating synthcubes and sleeping on bunk beds while constantly worrying about the Affini capturing them or getting vented, because your Captian saw you as a traitor, the live of the average floret can seem quite nice in comparison. The jealousy can create hatred, especially if you are a feralist fighting the Affini, because how dare a floret have it better than you, while not doing shit to defend Terra.

“Mommy, I want fifteen quadrillion cookies, please!”

“Why do you want so many cookies little one?”

“I got fifteen million cookies in cookie clicker and I want them in real life too!”

“Don’t you think that fifteen quadrillion is maybe a little bit too much? I mean what do you even intend to do with all of them?”

“I don’t know, I just want them!”

“But why do you want them?”

“I just want them, because I want to have them!”

Sigh!

“You have a compiler to make anything and we live in post-scarcity anyway, so why can’t I have fifteen quadrillion cookies?”

“Because that is just too much.”

“Not in cookie clicker!”

(to herself) I maybe should have used Class-Bs on her when she found that old Terran game, but I could not get over the fact that it was adorable how fascinate she was when playing a game about clicking on a virtual cookie. I am honestly surprised that a red dot was not enough to pique her interest after that, but maybe I should have made the point  cookie-shaped.

“Mommy, can I have fifteen quadrillion cookies now?”

“I’m sorry petal, but my answer is no”

“But I was on the winning team of our cookie clicker tournament.”

“And it was a delight seeing your team work on a way to achieve the goal of one quadrillion cookies in the shortest amount of time without actually playing the game yourselves.”

“We built a construction with several robot arms, calculated the optimal way to play cookie clicker, which upgrades to buy when and how and programmed all of it in a code for our robot arms. That was not easy!”

“And I am very proud of you, Lily and Pia for that.”

“Lily  and Pia already got something special from their Mommies, so I want something special too!”

“You will get something special, just not fifteen quadrillion cookies.”

“That is unfair! Lily always gets cookies from her Mommy when she asks for them.”

“I am not Lily’s Mommy and Lily also only asks for one or two, maybe three cookies sometimes and not fifteen quadrillion.”

“But does the amount even matter?”

“It does matter, because you cannot eat fifteen quadrillion cookies, you will either end up as a ball or more likely with a bad stomach ache, like the ones you often had in the past. It only stopped when I made sure that the only food you would get would be fed to you by me or and Affini I entrust with feeding you.”

“I can share them with my friends.”

“That is a very nice idea, if you had five quadrillion friends, but you don’t. We would just have a lot of ball-shaped florets on our ship afterwards”

“But being ball-shaped sounds like so much fun, I could just roll around.”

Sigh!

“That was a joke, none of you would end up as a ball, just in our veterinarian hospital and I would probably get florted because I would be a danger to others, due to my irresponsibility.”

“Does that mean I can’t get fifteen quadrillion cookies?”

“Yes, exactly that, but you still can have a cookie.”

“Can I have two instead?”

“You can also have two cookies.”

“Yeay, I won. I beat Mommy.”

(to herself) I am going to leave her with her victory over me, at least she does not want fifteen quadrillion cookies anymore. I also should check if her desire of this amount of cookies has something to do with the cognitohazard called capitalism.

This was inspired by the explanatory text of the Post-scarcity axiom on the new HDG wiki:

https://hdg.wiki/writing-in-hdg/

There are thousands of examples of Affini moving on solid ground, but I have yet to read one fic where an Affini swims above or under water. I have seen art of Affini being underwater and not being able to swim makes no sense regarding their abilities to shapeshift, strength and endurance. There are also probably sapience who live underwater or who are often in water swimming around. I mean there are probably even Terran florets who decided to become mermaids or something similar and/or enjoy diving or swimming far from the shore, which makes it useful for their Affini owner to be able to swim and dive if they ever have a problem and need help. So how do they Affini swim? Do they turn into a fish, some other aquatic animal or maybe just keep their form but with some fins to swim? Mermaid-ffini?

I have been listening to several hypnotic audio files from cadence the hypnotic floret, shout out to her. She has a very nice, gentle and rather mesmerizing voice and I thought that it would be really nice if someone like that would read a story to you. Then I realized that the Affini have a very nice, gentle and mesmerizing voice, which means that if you are their floret, they might read you a bedside story. Then I realized that if an Affini has nice, gentle and mesmerizing voice and if Cadence also has a nice, gentle and mesmerizing voice, doesn’t that mean that she is an Affini? You are now asking yourself, if she is actually called Cadence, or if that is also just a mask, to hide her true identity? What if her true identity is Diona Gracilis, Sixth Bloom? What if she is just pretending to be Cadence the hypnotic floret as which she is playing the character of Diona Gracilis, Sixth Bloom? Because, then nobody would expect her to actually be Diona Gracilis and which Affini who is not a floret, calls themselves a floret? No one, which means that this is the perfect disguise. That is what happens if you think for yourself, you begin to unveil the truth about this world.

Now to the fictional part:

You are laying in bed, it is a comfy bed and you are under a warm weighted blanket that. It is as soft blanket, softer than anything you had in the Accord. You remember the bunk beds on the spaceship you were stationed on, they were so hard in comparison and you always had problems having a good sleep, especially because you had to share it with other people, who had to sleep before and after you, meaning that you could only sleep after a fixed rhythm, that completely ignored your own natural one. You had always been a little bit sleep-deprived. You had thought that this was just a normal fact of life, that needing coffee to function was not a sign of something being wrong. Nearly everyone on your ship needed to coffee to function and none of them thought anything about it. It was just a part of your work day, normal life.

Mommy had been shocked once she realized it, once she realized the comparably miserable situation of everyone on board. Sleep-deprived, stressed and overworked while eating synthcubes and sleeping in bunk beds. She all the other Affini had shown you that this was not normal and just not good for you. They had been right, of course they had been, you would never doubt them Besides, you had seen your old crew mates becoming happy and healthy florets like you without a single worry on their mind. They were so different without being constantly sleep-deprived, stressed and overworked, they smiled a lot more, some seemingly for the first time in their life and they were all so much nice, just like you.

A vine gentle ruffling your hair brings you back into the present, laying in your bed under a soft blanket. Mommy is sitting next to you, smiling down to you, to her beloved floret. It feels so nice to know that she loves you and will always be there for you. Always! She is now opening your book, you had found it in the local library, it is about a nice fairy tale with a princess and a frog, who is also a princess (You had gotten the sapphic version of it). You cannot wait to hear her reading it aloud with her voice. It felt so nice hearing her voice, so gentle and mesmerizing always changing to fit every character, emotion, tone and location. Every time her voice would be different, creating a perfect immersion. You would fall, fall into the fairy tale and it would feel like you were truly there. Her voice was like magic.

P.S.: I am sane, don't worry.

Note: the second idea does not work with the regular firebreak, so just imagine a modified version of firebreak, which can do that, because it would be funny.

So, first and foremost: What is the suncrusher? The suncrusher is an absolutely overpowered starfighter superweapon from star wars legends. Being able to shoot torpedoes that can blow up stars and as a result destroy everything around them with a supernova or you could destroy entire ships with it. It's also incredibly well armoured being able to fly through a star destroyer or surviving a glancing shot from the death star laser prototype. All in all fucking broke for the size, so what could the Affini do about it?

Quite a lot, and there are some funny option:

1. Entangle it with the mechanical vines that pretty much every Affini ship has and just wait until the person inside decided that continuing to struggle is pointless.
2. Use firebreak in a funny way: First use it to get the suncrusher to a remote place in space, without anything. Then immediately create a sphere of Affini ships or space installations with firebreak around it with the suncrusher in the middle. After that if the person inside decides to fire a torpedo: Use firebreak to make it detonate somewhere, where it won't do any damage. And if they decide to fly away or due any kamikaze-style attacks: use the same firebreak to bring them back to the middle of the sphere. Repeat until the person inside the suncrusher either realizes that all of their attempts to hurt other or get out are pointless or when they run out of air, food or fuel. Either way they are going to surrender and the Affini have a fully functioning suncrusher and a new floret.

It's just funny that one of the most Op things in Star wars could be handled by the Affini without a single casualty.

Imagine making a big decission, like how you want your body to look like with Class Gs or if you want to have biomads and which do you want.

I would be really afraid of making the wrong decision, because I thought that it would make me happy and in reality they do not make me happy or I could be happier if I looked differently, but I never thought about it.

Like, I want to look more feminine when it comes to my body and I want to be smaller, but not to much, just a little and I want to have bigger breasts (I hope that writing about that is ok), but not too big, and not too small, just somthing in the middle. There are also other things I want from Class Gs, but I am not completely sure.

I also want cat ears and a tail and cat eyes, but only temporarily, meaning that I could switch between human and cat eyes and that they automatically switch to cat eyes when it goes dark. I also want to be able to turn my legs and the tail into a mermaid tail (I want them to look like in H2O, just add Water including the tail being longer than my actual legs, I also want them to make me superfast under water at least as fast as a dolphin.) or that they turn into it after 10 seconds of touching water and turn back when I dry myself up or get dried up (I stole that idea from the show, sue me!). I would want to be able to switch between the two options being able to enable or disable both of them. I would also want to give Plommy control over it.

The issue is just that I am unsure. Maybe I would be happier with other biomods, maybe I would be happier with slightly modified biomods, I mean some additional fins might be nice to move under water.

Therefore I would really like to talk about it while being on Class D and H, with Plommy or an Affini psychologist after which they could then tell me what would make me happiest. The truth is that I have problems trusting my own ability to make good choices, because I could be wrong. I at one point doubted that I could know if I was trans or not and believed that only a psychologist could tell me that.

This is just a silly thought that came to mind, but imagine the following:

General Grievous standing
there, the Affini approaching them, stopping some meters in front of him.
Grievous is splitting his two arms into four, grabbing a lightsabre with each. Pointing them toward the Affini, pointing out that he stole every one of them from a fallen Jedi. The Affini is just standing there, looking concerned, murmuring to themself that xenosophonts really should not be left in the wild. They then continue by grabbing not one, not two, but sixteen lightsabres with their vines, effortlessly quadrupling the number of lightsabres Grievous holds.

Another funny scenario would be if the Affini Jedi would just use the force to snatch the lightsabres off of Grievous to leave him unarmed and then just wrapping him in vines and telling him that  everything will be alright and that he is safe now.

Short Disclaimer: This is an interactive story meaning that you as the audience have an impact on how the story goes. In the comments I will roleplay as the main character. Just imagine chatting with them. This is however the last intended part, unless you or I have a good idea to how to continue it and if you want that it continues

This is the fourth part:

https://www.reddit.com/r/seed_irl/comments/1uu4sdm/a_dinner_with_the_captain/

She is totally pampering me and she won’t stop. I had Eggs Benedict with Avocado as Breakfast today with fresh strawberries as a side. As a drink I got hot chocolate with a marshmallow in it and freshly squeezed blood orange juice. It was like eating in a fancy and expensive coffee shop, if in that coffee shop you would get fed while sitting on the lap of a plant lady that is twice your size. But Miss Grandiflora's lap is soft and comfy, which means it was even better than this imaginary fancy coffee shop. The food was also so good, that I let out a small moan afterwards and immediately turned pink, but Miss Grandiflora didn't seem to mind, she just cooed and told me that this was very cute, which just made my face so much redder. Her wide smile on her face made it clear that she enjoyed teasing me and I am not sure if she stopped once I put my face into her breasts to hide my now very red face. I am not sure if it helped, but I discovered that even if the world might be hard, boobies are soft, so I might do it again. She did turn my head back around so she could finish with feeding me my breakfast. Directly afterwards, still sitting on her lap I brought up what she told me last evening. That I could be her floret and she would always care for me, which sounded nice. I also desired a collar, which seems to be a sort-of package deal with becoming a floret. I was still however unsure about some things so I asked her about it. I mean, who is going to pay for the care she wants to provide for me and do I still have to pay of my debt including my large student debt? She just laughed at the question and told me that this is just silly. Florets are pets, they are cared for by their owner without anyone being expected to pay for it, that would just be silly. Pets also don’t have any debts and cannot have them. The Affini are also not recognizing any monetary debt as valid. She then insisted on injecting Class Ds into my body, a drug that would prevent me from lying to myself and help with figuring out what I truly needed and I did not see any reason why to disagree with her. She just seemed to want to help me, and she probably knew better, so I should just accept it. I nodded and I felt a prick on my shoulder. A fluid seemed to disperse insight my body and my lips felt suddenly very light. Her first question was, why I decided to travel to Bera in the first place? I told her that it was the closest Affini controlled planet and that I needed to meet the Affini for my plan to work. She then asked me what my plan was and I tried to shut my mouth and pin my tongue in place, so she could not betray me, but it was to no avail. I told her everything. How I wanted to distract the Affini with cute videos and how I got help from other Terrans on the internet. She responded by telling me that while being a very cute plan for an adorable Terran, this still was an act of feralism, which meant that I needed to be domesticated on a compulsory basis. I would become her floret, because she already had filled a Notice of Intent for me, which apparently was a calling dips document to get a floret. She apparently could feel my worries surfacing and told me that she was not mad at me for doing my plan and that everyone enjoyed my little distraction at the meeting, so she should be thankful for it. She also revealed to me that she had read every post I made to quote on quote: “stay informed on  the shenanigans of her soon-to-be floret”. Posting everything publicly as blog posts might not have been the best choice when it comes to my opsec, but everyone makes mistakes. I then asked her if she had just used my plan for her own benefits and that if that would be the case, if that would still make me a feralist. Her answer was affirmative in both cases, according to her she just guided me to an outcome that would be best for everyone including myself. She also promised me that I will be able to continue studying administrative sciences and that she even knew a Professor who decided to also teach Terrans, because the were so cute when they are excited and curious about something. I would however need to start from the zero, because they and her colleagues would teach Compact administration, which differed a lot from the administration of the Terran Accord. They would also help me if I struggled again and I could also take it slow and take my time with studying. She then asked me if that was fine for me. I was honestly quite thrilled about it, everything I saw about it so far seemed really nice and fascinating, but I worried that it would cost a lot to take those courses and get individual help, if I needed it. With concern in her voice she told me that there is no money in the Affini Compact and that florets get everything to make them happy, healthy and safe and if studying administrative sciences makes me happy, I would be able to do so. Mistress seems so nice. She than told me that as owner she needed to take care of my mental health and asked me if anything was burdening my mind and before I could even think about it the words started to leave my mouth, carried by my tongue. I told her that my self-worth was pretty low, because my grades had been pretty bad, which is why I did my plan in the first place.

She hugged me, pulling me even closer to her petting my head with slow, gentle and deliberate movements of her giant hand. She whispered in my ears that she loves and adores me and that she was glad that she got to keep me as her pet. A sudden warmth began filling my body, starting with my hearth, because if Mistress likes me, then everything is fine. This though was odd, in retrospect, but it just seemed self-evident even if it seemed foreign. That however did not matter. It felt right and when I said it to Mistress, she seemed to agree.

I also finally got a collar. It looks like Mistress with a lot of Flowers embroidered on an incredibly soft fabric made to look like a very specific bush. In the middle there was a small hearth dangling down from it with my name on the front on my Mistress name on the back, so that everyone could know to whom I belonged.

Omg, it was so hot when Mistress treated me like her precious little possession.

Anyways.

Afterwards we went to the vet, so I could get a full medical screening to make sure that if I had any health problems, they will be found. I am right now sitting in her lap while in the waiting room and I am a little bit nervous, but boobies soft.

Hi, this might be the final part if I either have no new ideas or if no one is interested.