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Hello, all you darling plants and plant lovers out there! My name is Loveria Cupidian, 10th Bloom, she/her, broadcasting from the scout ship known as the Excellence, and today, I'm your host for the latest course in the Terrans Are Adorable program: Ferals & You!
Now, what is a feral, you may ask? Why, that's simple - a feral is a xenosophont who not only disagrees with the goal of the Affini Compact, but actively opposes us, doing everything they can to hurt either us Affini or the precious pets we love. Ferals come in all shapes and sizes, and it is important to recognize the difference between a dangerous threat to our pets, or just a lost soul who needs some coaxing to accept what they are destined to be.
Feralism is a tragedy for certain, and an absolute corebreaker. But fear not! We Affini have all manner of tricks, tools, and methods at our disposal to address and fix such obviously backwards thinking.
In this demonstration, I'm going to show you just one method out of many to turn a no-good feral into a wonderful little floret in the making. This is a solid choice if you're a fan of parent-child dynamics, and your pet-to-be displays a nasty temper. Just remember that it's not the only choice!
We recently happened upon a terran vessel claiming to fight in the name of the Terran Accord, and naturally, every last one of those cuties is safe and sound with us now. Some of them came willingly, but the rest had to be subdued. You know how ferals are.~
I'm currently overseeing one of the souls that was aboard that ship, a fellow by the name of Raphael. Though, he seems to prefer answering to Raph instead of his full name. This is crucial information, please keep this in mind!
Now, Raph is a very angry, temperamental sort. The kind who is extremely volatile and prone to wrathful outbursts. Trying to talk to him about what makes him so angry is met with profanity, alongside even more rage. Naturally, this makes him a danger, not just to those around him, but to himself, as he has expressed a desire to hurt others. So I have devised a solution to address whatever is causing him to act this way.
Let me just… ah, here we go. This is a live feed of the room I have placed him in. Note what is inside: the furniture, walls, decorations, and toys are all breakable in a way that's perfectly safe. No matter what he does, he won't hurt himself, even if he puts maximum effort into it.
See Raph? He looks a bit agitated, but mostly calm. What I have planned will take care of allll his worries, don't you fret. Now, let's see, ahem…
Oh, Raph? Can you hear me, darling?
"Gah! What the fuck?!… Oh, it's you. Fucking weed. You gonna let me out yet?"
Oh, darling, that still isn't happening. And please, I would heavily prefer if you didn't swear so much.
"Fuck you, piece of shit. When I get out of here, I'm gonna ram a knife into your stars-damned eyes!"
Goodness, such a foul mouth. Hasn't anyone told you it's impolite to swear?
"Hasn't anyone told you that you're an absolute fucking monster? Stars, I want to punch you."
You can try, dear, but you'll achieve nothing but core ache.
"Whatever."
Hmmm…
You know, Raph, darling, this attitude you're displaying… it’s often a cry for help, one that you cannot admit.
"Excuse me?"
You heard me. You have pain you are unwilling to address, and hide it behind wrath and violence. A terrible, terrible way to live, perpetuating the cycle of abuse upon others...
"You don't know me."
Oh, but I do. I know exactly how men like you operate. Many of you hide your pain behind bravado and arrogance, but it only rips you apart inside.
"…Fuck off."
You are only proving my point, young man.
"Shut. The hell. Up. I don't… I don't need help! What I need is a way out of here!"
And the only way out is to accept our aid. I know you're hurting, Raph. Especially in regards to-
"SHUT UP! STOP! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!"
You know that's not true, sweet pea. You want it, and need it, but can't bear to admit it. I promise, this isn't a bad thing at all.
"No, no, no! This is how you got Jeremy and Fred, isn't it?! Feeding them mealy mouthed bullshit about feelings and pain? I knew it, I knew those queers were responsible for us getting caught! You got in their heads and… and…"
Mmm. Realizing it now?
Ah. Silence. That's as good an answer as any.
On that note… the ones you have described no longer answer to those names. They are, respectively, Amy Jeng and Frey Samur, now. A delightful pair, according to their owners.
"…no. No. You didn't. You couldn't. You… you…"
Yes we did.
"…FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU!!!!!"
Oh, oh dear… there he goes. Muting audio now, apologies, dears. But this is a crucial step in this one's healing. Watch closely.
You can't hear him, but he's absolutely swearing up a storm while he throws that tantrum. Note how, despite thrashing about, smashing everything with his fists and feet, and throwing things at the walls… he is not at risk of hurting himself.
The furniture breaks cleanly with no dangerous splinters or shards. The toys rip and tear, and only reveal soft fluff. Everything he throws at the walls, it just falls to the ground harmlessly, instead of bouncing back and hurting him.
He's realizing this too. But he's not able to hurt himself, even with that realization. He can throw himself at the walls and floor, but it will just deform to cushion the impact with no problems at all.
This is a crucial step. All we need to do is wait until he tires himself out…
And, oh, look at that. He's already getting tired. He's slowing down, his energy is running out.
Just a bit longer, my dear… and…
Oh, it's finally over. Good. Now for the final stage, the easy part. Let me unmute. Raph, darling, are you alright?
"…fuck… fuck… fuck you…"
Mm, perfect. Let's just press this button here, and… there we go.
"…fuck's that gas?"
Something nice, little one. Now, make sure to breathe deep, and relax for Mommy…
"I, I… I… oh… oh fuh… fuh… I…"
There we go, listen to Mommy, take it allll into your lungs for me, dearie…
"…I-I'm, I, I dun, don't wanna… why… why do I feel… w-wahhh!!!"
And that's my cue. Let me just pop on over real quick.
There we are… Shhh, shhh, it's okay, sweetie, Mommy’s here…
"L-lemme go! You're, you're a… a… a dumb weed!"
You don't mean that, now do you?
"(Sniff) N… no… I'm, I'm sawreeeeee…"
Shhh, it's perfectly okay, little one. We all have these big, bad emotions that need to be expressed safely. And it seems like you really needed to get that out of your system.
"I'm still m-mad at you, meanie Mommy…"
Oh, I'm a meanie right now, but soon, I'll just be Mommy. Now… are you ready to talk about how you feel?
"I… I think… dunno… head hurtie…"
I have just the thing for that, my lovely little man. All I ask is that you relax and let Mommy take over, okay? Can you be a good boy and do that for me?
"…o-okay, I can do it…"
Gooood boy~ here's a treat for you!
And so, this concludes the demonstration. If you have a xenosophont who can only communicate with anger and violence, giving them a 'tantrum room' works wonders. And dosing them with some Class-Y doesn't hurt either~
Now then, I'm going to take little Raph here and get him ready for the life he needs in the Compact. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message me on the overnet, and I will answer you when I can.
This is Loveria Cupidian, 10th Bloom, she/her… and Raphael Cupidian, 9th Floret, he/him, wishing you all a wonderful day~