r/seed_irl

im a transfem who lives in a supportiv living environment becuz i hav disabilities & low spoons & emotional regulation issues.....

every morning (after i eat my breakfast & pills then go back to sleep for ~75 minutes then go poo & use the bidet & wipe with flushabl wetwipes (only flushing a small number of them like the plumber told me years ago), then have metamucil gummies & lunch & a big glass of skim milk) i finally fill a bathtub with hot water and Johnson's Head-To-Toe Baby Body Wash and Shampoo. and i get in and wiggle my body and scrub thru my hair & scalp in the soapy shampooy water with a big toothed comb, and shake my head a bunch while its submerged. then i get out and dry off with a towel, then comb my hair slightly & shave my chin a lil bit. then i get out and get dressed & go upstairs to start my day.

somtimes before bed i brush my teeth. somtimes i dont.

do u think if affini domesticated me.......... theyd force me to hav a more advanced hygeine routine?

becuz my hygeine routine already takes like.......3 hours out of my day. not joking. it really really takes a lot of my spoons. i usually am not done this stuff till 2pm or later. and i wake up originally at 10:30am

i worry that affini wuld say "u dont use separate shampoo & conditioner???? u dont do any skincare????? u poor savage!!!!"

.....and then id hav to spend 4 hours on hygeine every day. becuz id be doin skincare & makeup & spendin even more time in the bath. that wuld be too much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what do u think....? am i crazy?

Obviously not in a "I'm so depressed, please kill me" kind of way. That'd lead to you getting force domesticated before you could even blurt out a "that's not what I meant". I imagined an old, still independent man going to his vet and being like "thank you, you helped me live a long life where I was able to achieve everything I wanted to do and so much more. However, I would rather spend my last few years chilling out and reminiscing than further diluting my happy memories or desperately trying to find something new. Please, once my time comes do not resuscitate or digitise me.". Would the affini in control honor such a request, or would old man Jenkins be forced to live until even affini med-tech could no longer sustain his dying body, and maybe even after that with digitisation? I find questions like this very interesting, since discussion around issues like this seems to be rather sparse (maybe because I'm looking far too deep into the worldbuilding of a story setting most people jerk off to or daydream about to comfort themselves)

everyone's heard the stories. class O's. used as an absolute last resort for those of us that just would not bend or break to the plant's demands. takes the person away and leaves the shell. euthanasia.

but what if i told you there was an affini out there who treated class O's as the first step? the moment they see you, you're already falling behind the veil, and you will never come back. what if i told you they've been doing this for thousands of years, to any matter of xenos from spectrum jellies to rinans, and now, to us? what if i told you that they get away with this, century after century, lifespan after lifespan, millenia after millenia, because it's exactly what all affini want. a happy little shell with nothing left in it to fight back.

what if i told you this message comes with a tracker? what if i told you this affini jumped to your coordinates a couple minutes ago? what if i told you they were right behind you, right now? what would you do? what could you do? the only answer, as ever, my dear reader, is to scream!!

[stock evil vampire laugh.mp3]

(Tags: F/F, sapphic, autistic character)

No mater where I go I see this one affini at any of the places I go for comfort or to just relax and its stressing me out. Should I say something I means its nice to see a familiar um "face" often but seeing a near 9ft tall thorny looking affini that looks like a bear is a little scary is a little off putting for when im trying to relax.

Update they are looking a little more um "plush" id say?

Title. I'm writing a story where one of the central conflicts revolves around the fact that the affini crew of a smaller space station have formed a cabal where instead of working for their sophont's wellbeing in a way that also pleases them, they just do whatever they want and erase or manipulate their victims until they enjoy it too (so basically hellraiser but in space). Now, I'm most likely going to include it anyway because it allows me to enhance the horror nature of my fic but I wanted to know how realistic that would be within the agreed upon universe, thanks.

"I don't know how long I've been drifting out here, or how much longer I have. I've successfully stolen an Affini starcraft, it took a bit of reverse engineering, but the weeds take human stubborness too lightly. I blasted away from Earth in any direction I could find, any direction away from those things...

I've triangulated my position to be somewhere near the outskirts of Messier 31. I can see the stars flowing around the center of the Andromeda, I never thought there'd be a day in my life that I'd get the chance. It's lonely up here by myself, I usually pass the time with some new anti grav games I come up with (usually involving throwing small objects like my corporate branded pens into a floating cup) It's not home, but I make it work.

My compiler is broken, I think there's a firmware issue or there's something lodged inside of its cooling fan port, regardless, it's throwing sparks like a faucet. I've been living off of my Terran emergency rations for about a week already, it's not home cooking, but synth water and nutrient cubes beat starving,

and when it comes down to it...

starving beats enslavement.

It's so fucking cold...

I've been hiding my heat signature from the weeds, but I'm going to need to make an E distress call soon...

I just need to wait for the perfect moment to disguise it as background radio waves so I don't blow cover.

There's gotta be others like me...

There has to be other humans fighting for a free Terra, a free Earth...

I just want to see my family again

signing out

- Stargazer"

I should've listened to the other transfemmes warning me about this... goddamn info-hazard...

"Don't go down that rabbit hole"

"Oh you're not gonna come back from this unscathed"

I should've listened, why am I always so stubborn!?? It's like it's impossible for me to follow directions because of some ego thing I guess!? If I'm told not to, I'm gonna do it...

Now I'm infected and blehhhh T_T

prettyyy plant ladies...

but if there's any point to my incoherent rambling, it's that I see all these people getting domesticated, and I have one thing to say about it...

skill issue, completely a skill issue, oh I'd be halfway across the galaxy if I had any opportunity at all to steal advanced technology from the Affini. There's no possibility I wouldn't be prepared for the bastards, no matter how hot they are, I'm a bigger theif than a lesbian, after some figuring out how their spacecrafts work, it's smooth sailing 😏😌🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️ I'm tryna get off this planet and I'll do it alone, the rest of you suckers can deal with the Affini

>Be you

>Working aboard an Accord colony ship

>The colonists are kept in stasis, and the captain is really only here to relay a information to the company, so aside from a skeleton crew of engineers it’s really just you expected to steer the ship, monitor things, report emergencies, and occasionally take potshots at asteroids with the point defense guns using the touchscreen interface

>The Accord are fighting these upstart plant-based Xenos, but the front is far away, there’s no way in Terra an Affini ship will happen across you out here in the middle of nowhere

>Looking at the usual data feed and idly pondering what meal paste flavor sounds good for lunch, there’s a blip on the deep range scanners

>A big blip

>A blip that’s bigger than should be feasible, barring some TCN engineers figuring out how to shove around a small moon

>Your hand hovers over the red landline phone, the captain should really know about this…

>Suddenly there’s a crackle in your headset, a dulcet voice reverberates through your ears, imperiously occupying the space in your skull without raising its voice beyond a hushed tone

>”It’s nothing, just relax and lean back”

>A lightness rises in your chest from relief, thank goodness it’s nothing. You were getting so comfortable in your chair, more comfortable than you ever remember it being, and having that feeling disrupted would be a shame

>A gentle warmth rises through your body, your joints melting into a glowing puddle of softness

>Stars above, this place has never been so nice to be in, just you feeling so nice, comfortable and lethargic as you gaze half-lidded at the monitor, observing the familiar sight of pinpricks of distant stars, as well as the impressive multilayered, spherical object which was coated in pulsating flowers and vines and the onboard computer helpfully measured as having a diameter of 65 kilometers.

>After a seconds pause, your breath hitches and eyes widen in sheer horror, a cold fear snapping you from your reverie, the dread of an ant watching an ancient eldritch empire march right over you-

>”Shh, don’t worry, there’s nothing there, see?”

>Sure enough, the voice was right, there was nothing there for you to perceive. You relaxed backwards, breathing in a sweet scent and letting out a sigh as the warmth returns and smothers your anxiety, everything just feels too good to even worry about worrying

>But it’s weird, instead of watching the stars, there’s a great sphere of nothing on your screen. Not a dark spot like a black hole, that would be something, this was nothing. Nothing was somehow blocking the stars behind it and getting closer to the ship. How could you be observing a massive nothing anyway? By all accounts, what you were looking at was logically not only physically impossible but damn near indescribable with human senses! This was all getting so confusing

>”Aw, don’t you work yourself up over this, little one. Just let me help you really relax, let alllll your stress drip, drip away petal~”

>A small prickly sensation tugged at your neck, before that gooey warm lethargy magnified tenfold. Every little shimmy and twitch was divine, the softness embedded into every fiver of your slackened muscles. A phantom sensation began gently massaging small circles around your temples and squeezing the stress from your shoulders. The delightful voice chuckled warmly as it loosened moans from your lips and the peaceful warmth drew a sticky joy throughout you

>A small part of you felt a gratitude for the voice that provided these feelings, this wonderful sensation of relief and this awe inspiring view of nothing at all. You wished that you could tell the voice how much you appreciated the gesture gave to face, and not just by moaning into your earpiece. A deep, feminine laugh elated you by proxy as it coiled around your ears

>”Oh my goodness petal, have the Class H’s been so strong for you? Oh you sweet little thing, you’re gonna love this part.”

>The wondrous massage is amplified as it seems like a strand or strands of something stretch forward and down from your shoulders, coiling around your throat and working their way downwards to squeeze and rub along your arms, chest and back. The hairs at the base of your neck rise to attention as a hot breath gently grazes the back of your head

>There never was a headset, little one.

>You open your eyes as you find the swivel chair you work in being turned around, the upper portion of your body covered in a thick, comfy mesh of reddish purple vines and leaves. Meeting your gaze is a towering figure, it looked like a living shrubbery that tried to emulate Terran femininity by attempting to copy the Venus de Milo, apparently interpreting the lack of arms as something necessary to copy as well. The vines over you poured across the floor before disappearing at her “feet”, giving the impression that her vines disappeared up her pseudo-skirt

>Her face was distinct, a hood made of layered leaves left only a black void to be observed, barring the three glowing lights swirling within that you presumed served as eyes. They danced to and fro with vibrant swirling colors, always seeming to just escape close scrutiny and inviting a deep desire to calm down and let this odd plant woman make the tough decisions.

>You see little one, there’s nothing to worry about with an Affini around. Once we learned you cuties were moving a whole bunch of you to a new dangerous place to colonize, well, we just had to make sure they were all delivered to loving owners instead. You were so wonderful delivering them for us, such a good petal!

>Even without being able to see her smile, you could feel the kindness and love radiating from her and suffusing you. Vines crawled over your lower half, picking you up in a princess carry before bringing you up to her chest, swaying gently back and forth.

>Don’t worry about my name, petal, you’ll only be referring to me as your Guardian Angel from this moment onwards. Well, I’ll have to put it in the contract, but we’ll worry about that after we get you fitted for a collar, m’kay dearie?

>Oh, okay. Yay!

my affini owner culd keep me wrappd around her upperbody like a scarf when we leave home, and at home we culd hav a water park for me with hot pools, cold pools, lazy rivers, wave pools, shallow pools, & tvs on the wall so i culd watch stuff while im chillin in the hot pool

​

Ok so if I wanted to put up posted that would be encrypted in code to post up a challenge like game for independents and florets to see who could finish the game first and find the prize at the end (side note the compiler build log and how to make said prize would be there with prize that way no one individual would be left out on getting it). Would this be something that could get me introuble or something that seems like an attention call?

All I want to do is make puzzles and games for groups or individuals to play.

Oh also the papers, posters, and signs would have wording in an ink spectrum that only the affini could see saying that the game is safe and (Edited) asking nicely that no affini to help their floret or their floret to be if possible to make the game fun but are welcomed to play the game too.

If I wanted an affini to help me in the making of this project would I end up getting turned into their floret?

was originally writing this as a response to a comment on another post, but realised i had more to say on the issue than i thought

ok, hdg fans, i'd appreciate actual engagement rather than "nuh-uh," "no, but-" or deflecting with jokes, because you seem to want people to take you seriously and then deflect with "it's just porn" when people do take it seriously

so i want you to imagine for a moment that we're not talking about your "tall hot plant mommy" who you personally find very attractive, and instead imagine... idk, a xenomorph, a pennywise, a bugger from starship troopers, it doesn't matter, just some vague scary unfamiliar alien creature

now, these creatures claim to have your best interests at heart, but so does any predator intent on luring you in with sweet words and promises. the fact that they have the ability to hypnotise anyone who disagrees with them doesn't speak highly of their views on consent.

so you run, and they hunt you, chase you down openly declaring their intent to rewrite your brain chemistry until you see things their way. you decide early on, you don't want to fall into their clutches, you will never submit to their "gentle care." no, you would rather die than let them twist you into something unrecognisable. the human survival instinct is an incredible thing; to be willing to subvert it speaks volumes to your desperation

the creatures hunting you know this. they know every scornful word you have ever spoken about them. they understand everything you have said. they know that you would prefer death to capture. but they disregard your opinion anyway. they think they know better. and one day they will succeed. humans need to sleep eventually. the aliens don't.

you awaken in a prison. oh, they can dress it up however they like, make it as comfy and pretty as they can present it, but you're never leaving again. you'll never have the option. not if the aliens don't want you to.

in this place you will be stripped of your free will, you will be implanted with alien technology to monitor and control your actions. you know there is nothing you can do. there is no escape from this fate you were so desperate to avoid you would have welcomed death to be free of it.

and you know it's only a matter of time before they decide to rewrite your brain chemistry. change you into something they deem acceptable. warp you into something the current you would have hated.

and worse, they'll make you think you like it.

how is that not one of the most horrifying fates imaginable?

i would call myself a special case. I was domesticated willingly very willingly mistress said i basically came in sat in her lap and handed her my leash but i really really hate being drugged (goes as far as i don't even know of i want my newly diagnosed ADHD medicated) and hypnotised actually i am scared of that and my mistress respects that which is amazing i love her for it (the same goes for more fun times cause i'm greysexual).

buuuut i also am a people pleaser and would do anything for a lot of people even if i am uncomftarble as dirt because of it so if mistress asked me if i wanna do something i would be really uncomftarble with but she wants it i would still say yes.

and all this makes me wonder... are there others like me? most of the time florets that came willingly also beg for drugs or those who weren't willing were afraid of drugs but now enjoy them.

also i know why i don't like drugs its because if the affini need drugs to care for me or love me they don't want me they want a diffrent thing and then they should get that diffrent thing not me

also my love if you see this don't tell mistress and mistress if you see this forget about this

-Sophia Bloomthorn, Third Floret