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Humans are Made to be Pets
"I don't fucking believe you." I laughed in response. I mean, how could I not? I've been perfectly fine as an independent for years. I've made plenty of friends (independents, affini, AND florets), but my favorite friend was definitely Her.
Jaz was an oldbloom of some kind. She refused to tell me the actual number, and I wasn't going to press it. But you bet your ass I was going to outright deny it when she says some Bloomer-ass bullshit like, "Humans are made to be pets, Petal~"
She tilted her head, as if surprised. "Did no one tell you, dear?" I frowned.
"What do you mean exactly?"
Jaz hid a chuckle behind some vines. "Flower, I've been around for a while. I've seen thousands of species. Some of them were almost extinct by the time we found them, and some were far more technologically advanced than the Accord ever was. But out of all of them -all of them, darling- I have yet to find a sophont who wouldn't make a perfect silly pet. Why do you think terrans would be any different?"
I sputtered. "No! No, that's ridiculous. Beeple I can understand, to some extent. They evolved alongside you, and your reproduction at least used to co-exist. You both needed each other. Humans are different."
"Oh, in some ways perhaps! Its true that we were able to work with beeple, but there are a few things that, in order for humans to have gotten where they were, were required to happen." She held up three fingers.
"One. Humanity are social creatures. I'm quite sure I don't need to argue this point. Its been an observation many have noticed. But it still matters that, despite your culture's best attempts to sequester everyone into individual homes and away from communities…you all crave that interaction, that exchange. You Look for it." One finger went down.
"Two. Humanity are intelligent creatures. They learned so much, and fought for their place on the top of the food chain. It was truly incredible to learn your histories! Being able to learn from another's mistakes? An important skill to have, and one that allows for rapid growth of a civilization. And also allows for you to be manipulated, controlled, really; a rock cannot hear my arguments, after all. You Listen all too well. " Two fingers were closed, now. Her thumb remained.
"Three. Humanity are hierarchical creatures. Ever since that whole 'survival of the fittest', terrans seem intent on having everything ranked, everything in relation to the things better or worse than it. It's what worked on Terra, and I don't judge you all for using the tools given to you! But it means, at the end of the day…that culturally speaking? Humanity was going to see itself as either above the Compact, or below it, part of it, inside it." She smiled. "And I think it would be fair to say that the Accord winning was not a valid concern. So when something bigger and stronger comes along? You learn to Accept it."
I was frozen. I didn't…I couldn't…I couldn't think. I was a bubbling mixture of terrified and in awe, looking up at her. My knees wobbled as she gently cupped my cheek, sliding her hand down to my chin.
"Sweet thing~ Its alright. I know that this is a lot to learn, that it sounds scary to you. Perhaps you felt yourself on equal terms to an affini. And in many ways, you are right~ I will always treat you with love and respect, just as I would treat any sophont, any floret. But at the end of the day, my dear…" Her eyes drew me in. There were so many of them, all looking at me. Pinning me underneath their careful stare, somehow both alien and familiar, gentle yet controlling, above me and beside me. Watching as I looked, as I listened, as I accepted.
"An affini's task is to care for pets, and your task is to be cared for~"
Hey, that’s me
i actually think it's criminal that i have not yet seen a single opossum post in this "with mama" trend. they carry their babies on their backs!
let's explore with mama
inspired by a friend misspeaking
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"
mech pilot who got separated from their mecha when their civilisation was domestication and their military got dissolved. despite all attempts to help them, they still have persistent phantom sensation from the limbs that they used to have but no longer do; constantly missing the feeling of a rifle in hands that don't feel the right size, feeling blind and deaf without all of the enhanced feedback from sensors capable of a hundred times greater acuity than their own body
eventually, however, one particular affini reads their medical file and comes up with an idea. she files a notice of intent on the pilot, then swiftly heads over to their hab and whisks them away the next morning. they don't even bother resisting; having long since given up hope that things will get better, and unable to imagine any way they could get worse
the affini takes them home and lays them down on a surgery table, promising them that soon, everything is going to feel right again. they expect nothing, presuming her to be lying to them, but they feel a great weight behind their eyes, and a moment later, they fall closed.
it feels like they've only blinked, but when they reopen them, everything is different. every sense that was missing is suddenly there again. they look down at their arms to find them just the right size; their body no longer one of flesh, but of gleaming white metal plates, pulsating with thin green lines of a material they don't recognise. it takes them a moment to realise what it is: under their metal skin are muscles and tendons made out of vines, their former optical sensors replaced with sight blossoms, and their rifle woven back together from a mixture of bark, chambered with rounds made of amber
most of all, they are no longer alone. they could feel their mech before, but it's different this time; as if the sensation surrounding them isn't quite their own, but a body that is both theirs and not. a faint, slow pulsing that shifts in time with every movement, guiding them to know exactly where to look, and what to do. moments later, they hear a voice whispering- not into their ear, but directly into their mind, just like their onboard AI used to:
"Good morning, my precious little Pilot."
My favorite part about Touhou is that you'll go 'oh hahaha funny bunny girl in Touhou 8' and then you'll read the wiki page and it's like 'Reisen is a disgraced war veteran who deserted her comrades in the Lunar Defense Corps sometime during the Lunar-Apollo War of 1969'
And this is who their talking about
“I don’t do math because I’m gay” “the gays can’t do math” “If I explain math on tumblr I’ll lose my gay card” all of you apologize to Alan Turing right now
I daydream of being kidnapped by the affini.
Am I cooked?
So new touhou huh
Cherry blossoms are gay
Cherry blossom affini are by default gayer
Prove me wrong (you can’t)
stage 3 dialogue is so freaking funny
I think more portal fanfic writers should take advantage of the fact that glados *is* the facility.
She's not just in her chamber, she controls the entire place!!!! She is the entire place!!!!
Need more people to get quirky with it in fanfics. Chell kisses the wall in the middle of a test to distract Glados. or cuddles with her by just like. Sitting in small room.
Instead of holding hands she drags her hand across the wall as she walks through hallways. Takes care of her by cleaning the place sometimes.
Can you tell I'm. So normal about portal.
Get warm with papa
(For context this is a male rescue cat who climbed into an incubator full of orphaned kittens and went mine now)
hi here's some vampire yuri
Nautilus expedition live streams (+ their commentary) | 2024
"There is no floral space mommy coming to give you free healthcare and make you her pet." she will. she will if I post good
That one Marisa ending
Tripped and fell into the HDG fandom. As a trans woman, it might be over for me. I’m stuck between wishing I was an Affini so I could spoil all the people who are basically my florets, and wishing that a big strong plant woman would pump me full of Xenodrugs and just let me walk through life in a drugged-out haze
touhou fanarts again bc I love reimari
hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck
it’s so evil when you have a beverage and you drink it and then there’s no beverage anymore
do you ever form close relationships with people in your dreams and then feel a little sad when you wake up
A mech
I honestly don’t understand why there aren’t more people who, when given the platform to discuss minimum wage, don’t simply distill it to the simplest of facts:
A forty hour work week is considered full time.
It’s considered as such because it takes up the amount of time we as a society have agreed should be considered the maximum work schedule required of an employee. (this, of course, does not always bear out practically, but just follow me here)
A person working the maximum amount of time required should earn enough for that labor to be able to survive. Phrased this way, I doubt even most conservatives could effectively argue against it, and out of the mouth of someone verbally deft enough to dance around the pathos-based jabs conservative pundits like to use to avoid actually debating, it could actually get opps thinking.
Therefore, if an employee is being paid less than [number of dollars needed for the post-tax total to pay for the basic necessities in a given area divided by forty] per hour, they are being ripped off and essentially having their labor, productivity, and profit generation value stolen by their employer.
Wages are a business expense, and if a company cannot afford to pay for its labor, it is by definition a failing business. A company stealing labor to stay afloat (without even touching those that do so simply to increase profit margins and/or management/executive pay/bonuses) is no more ethical than a failing construction company breaking into a lumber yard and stealing wood.
Our goal as a society should be to protect each other, especially those that most need protection, not to subsidize failing businesses whose owners could quite well subsidize them on their own.
like its clear that a large number of "AFAB trans women" are consciously trying to hurt trans women; intentionally using it to muddy the waters of transfem terminology, to 'gotcha' the idea that woman is an identity, and to position themselves as authorities on trans womanhood
and i also think there are people (mostly kids it looks like) who genuinely think "AFAB trans woman" is an accurate description of their gender and experience.
but when asked, it becomes clear that these peoples' definition of trans woman is "kinda a woman but not really because i have this connection to maleness and masculinity" because in order for "afab trans woman" to feel right to you you need to have a definition of trans woman other than "woman who happens to have been AMAB" and well. thats probably going be a shitty one.
laios- "im alienation from manhood and from my body"
falin- "im womanhood thats simultaneously eroticized and condemned as monstrous"
THE TRANSFEM APPLICABILITY SISTERS
at some point, we're really gonna have to start talking about how popular queer media correlates wanting sex with no strings attached with traits like being manipulative, exploitative, abusive, or even predatory. because queer media can talk big game about how aromanticism is cool and valid, but they still turn around and make the antagonist someone who doesn't want a relationship. you support us in name only, you don't wanna give a second's thought to the actual experiences of aromantics. "oh, but this character isn't aromantic!! they're just afraid of commitment!!!" do you have any idea how often actual aromantics are told that shit.