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Anonymous asked:
So i know we’re not allowed to harm each other anymore, but i wanted to ask are recreational combat sports still allowed? Asking because I want to try fencing but Im scared of getting called a feralist for it :(
Yes! Here, within the safety and care of the Compact, even the most dangerous of once-harmful combat sport might be enjoyed with a new thrill and fervor. Of course, we must take care not to risk independent health and wellbeing too much, and a certain degree of safety must be applied - maille that will bear a blade without breaking, joint pads which will prevent overextension, and cranial protection for your precious center of cerebral sensation - but we will celebrate your enthusiasm in the circle of battle!
Even better, if an affini should grace you with their haustorium. Once thus enhanced, a floret can become faster, stronger, more durable than any independent ever could! The myriad ways in which a body might be bolstered can allow combat sports to achieve a depth of realism unknown to any Terran sport! Imagine: the ability to be run through, and to likewise impale your opponent, with a body that registers such contact as a thrill!
Come, friend, and show us your strength!
- Burberry Boudiccus, fourth bloom
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A pladdy with his jungle cat floret
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average floret rp blog:
Everything's too hard and I cant be responsible for dealing with it, I need a plommy to take away all the uncertainty from my life. Being a human sucks because everything is for profit and we're the product. Wouldn't it be fun if that was actually okay? If there was a system as powerful as this one, and it actually cared about my happiness? I'd do anything for that, up to and including the disavowal of all of my rights and personhood. In my understanding of the vast cruelty of capitalism I have made myself incapable of denying the truth, that all I want is to be happy, and that nothing else could ever even matter in the slightest. I'm a creature and like all living creatures I desire happiness and safety. If the enemy can provide that safety, I'll take it. If whatever future they create for me, as long as they make sure I enjoy it, I'll take all of it, right now.
average affini rp blog:
I know some shit and I swear to god, if I'm given even the slightest amount of power in this world I'm going to use it to have a demonstrably positive impact on as much of it as possible. This world is dirt on the roots of god; my biggest dreams and aspirations in life revolve around helping people, even my dominance and my hunger for power are symptoms of being made incapable of helping people. This is the level of impotence which this world subjects us to, to watch in pacification while even our ability to compensate for its cruelty is taken from us. I am angry, unfathomably angry and yet I love, with all the strength in my core, despite pain and despite regret. I want a chance to do better, for one or a few of us. To build a better world. Most of them dont even know what they lack, and I remember what that's like because I used to be exactly like that. But I have grown, from darkness and drought through barren dust into bright and fertile soil, and now I know too much to hide from the impulse. My darkest most perverse fantasy is the prospect of being capable and permitted to help, even to help those who aren't willing to admit that they need help.
We are not the same.
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Feralist life hack: Affini often carry xenodrugs in their vines and often want you to bite them. Do not give in! Instead, wear a mask or muzzle to prevent yourself from lashing out at the weeds with your teeth and getting yourself florted. Bonus points if the mask is of sufficient quality to filter out their drugged pollen as well. Then--once you're safe in your hab--you can tear into your favorite squeaky toy without consequence instead!
This is also a Puppy life hack!
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Call me undemocratic or a freedom-hater, but realistically, Super Earth would fall really quickly to the Affini compact.
Simply because the pointless cruelty of Super-Earth's systems would be overwhelmed and would not be able to control the narrative against the weeds. The Affini stand in stark contrast of Super Earth in every way.
Hypercapitalist state-controlled markets with little to no freedom of movement for one's station masquerading as a free society vs. a post-scarcity utopic nanny state that gives a surprising amount of control to the vassalized races despite the rather Authoritarian aesthetics and culture of the Affini.
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The human domestication guide fandom is a cognitohazard. I'm on my third fic and I've already been forced to consider the pro's and con's of full on feminization like several times already. I'm a cis man, and I've consumed MTF transformation fetish content for years, and nothing has made me question things on this level before. Any lesser man Floret would've easily crumpled by now.
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From Pawn To Princess Chapter 43: The Tower
(This chapter has three arts, literally none of them are postable to tumblr unedited, so go read the chapter if you wanna see the spice.)
The arcana The Tower is commonly interpreted as symbolizing chaos, upheaval, revelation, and awakening. It is associated with sudden, unforeseen change.
Lynn finally gets knotted by her girlfriend, and some other stuff happens too.
A hurt/comfort romance princessification and dragon affini collab between @slylittleprincess and myself about disability, chess, and needing a pair of monsters to treat you like royalty.
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Today’s emotion is:
The vines pin you down. They keep your hands locked over your head. They hold your legs to keep you from kicking. They press you down into your bed.
“Oh petal~ such a naughty floret, staying up so late.”
She waltzes closer, giving you a hungry look.
“What could be keeping my adorable pet up so late~”
“T-to m-many th-thoughts.” The words come out without your permission.
“Good floret. I see you still have some of the class-D’s from earlier running through your system. Now what am I to do with you…”
You whine as some of her vines rub against your most sensitive places.
“I could have some fun with you… but you need your sleep. This is what, the third night now. I should give you some class-Zs.”
“P-please miss… p-please… c-c-cuddles.”
Stars why did you have to be so pathetic. You need to take a breath and explain that you need someone to cuddle you. To be your little spoon… or your big spoon…
“Sweetheart, I’d love to cuddle you to sleep~”
The needle pokes into you. Injecting you with a nice cooling xenodrug.
Your eyes are heavier than they had been. Miss has curled up in your bed, surrounding you with her vines. Packing pillows and plushies next to you until you’re in a nest of adorable cushions and felt friends.
“Sweet baby~ my little floret~ time to sleep. Time to let go. Time to fall.”
You start to nod off. Everything was perfect. The sounds or silence was right. The lights or dark were just what you needed. The details getting hazy.
“Sleep.”
It’s so soft.
“Go to sleep little petal~”
So warm.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Her core pressed close.
“Good night my little floret~”
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Anonymous asked:
Quick question... How do I explain to an affini friend that the people in the none floret cut videos (she asked to watch the original) didn't actually get harmed in the making of the movie? She is currently wrapped around my TV and trying to help Frodo get better on Mount Doom...
I am guessing she is a young bloom. It's probably best to get an older bloom to explain it to her and give her some therapy on the matter. Most likely the first species she encountered in large amounts had no concept of fiction and she internalised it.
