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I’ve given the fic the working title of ‘Junkyard Dog’ for the time being. Our protagonist is Jack Crawford, whose life, like most free terrans without the affini to assist them, is pretty dogshit. He lives on a planet that’s literally just called ‘Hell’ and all he does is haul scrap and try to salvage working tech so he can sell it to the Terran Cosmic Navy. Let’s face it though, a few-dozen human scavengers aren’t exactly enough to keep up with a ship-printing atomic compiler.

Currently, his goals center on finding a way to get the hell (heh) off the planet, but with his boss possessing the only spacefaring ship on the planet, and no working technology to signal their location, he’s gonna have his work cut out for him. Also, he doesn’t trust the affini due to terran propaganda. His life sucks a whole lot, but it will get better!

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

Yup!

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

Higher being, these words are for you alone:

chimken nugegt

So true

Gonna ramble here cuz I’m having an odd kind of night.

I won’t pretend to speak for anyone else, but one of the alluring parts of HDG, maybe the most alluring part, is somewhere out there in the big wide universe, there’s an Affini for you. This massive, towering, immortal alien that is out there for you, who loves you in ways that you might not fathom.

They love you enough to dedicate decades, if not a century of their time and efforts to keeping you safe, content, and fulfilled.

They love you enough to mark you, to place upon your neck a permanent reminder of that all encompassing love.

They’re waiting out there to take you into their vines, strip you of insecurity, worry and doubt, and pull forth the absolute best version of you, a version of you that will be happy for the rest of your existence.

You will be happy, you don’t have to worry about the how and the why anymore, it doesn’t matter, you are loved, and you will be happy.

Honestly I think one of the biggest appeals to the HDG fandom is seated in a near primal level of feelings. We as humans have spent our entire existence as being the big friend shaped creature that loves to pack bond and love other creatures with such a fervor that it seems endless to these less long lived animals.

Just to imagine that same feeling that your cat gets when they get scratched by you, or the adoring feeling that your dog gets when they see you come home from work, I think there's a deep rooted longing that we as a species also cry out for those same feelings.

"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

Howdy do, fellow humans, plants, and everyone else who lives in my phone. I’m going through some mental stuff rn and I’m trying not to spiral!!! Fun!!! Anyway I’m gonna post the notes I have for the main Affini in my fic because I have to do something to keep my mind occupied. She hasn’t appeared a single time in the text yet, these are just the notes I have for her. They were mostly notes for me to remember details about her, so it’s not exactly formatted in a specific way

Clemency “Clem” Suasia, Sixth Bloom

Based on Brugmansia suaveolens (also where I got her last name from)

Origin plant derivative: paralysis, confusion, hallucinations, increased heart rate, eye dilation, ego-death

Flowers have a sweet scent, strongest in the evening

Lick the leaves for a big high!

Likes rain, lots of water, and warm temps

She has many white flowers that function as eyes, look kinda like security cameras. She has quite a few of them, so her field of vision is whatever she feels like. Each flower has 5 petals in a vague star-shaped pattern. When she gets flustered, the ends of the petals turn pink. When she gets angry (usually at the systems that keep sophonts in horrible, outdated work conditions), the red from her eyes can sometimes bleed into the petals a little.

Her “face” is just a wooden mask-like plate. It has no eyes, just sockets, and the mouth creaks when she smiles harder. Sometimes you can see thorny teeth behind it. She sometimes puts her flowers through the eyeholes of the mask if she’s trying to make someone laugh. Also, she can extend the mask with vines, but it’s still attached to her “head”

Upper body is fairly humanoid by design, with wooden ‘plates’ that cover her vines and overlap closely, giving the general appearance of a feminine body. She doesn’t really have joints, so her arms can bend backwards and in odd ways that wouldn’t be possible normally. They can also extend!

Has 4 arms. One is her ‘normal’ pair, with only a single elbow ‘joint,’ but she has a second pair folded up against her back, almost like wings. These arms have 2 joints, like a praying mantis. Her normal arms have 6 fingers on each hand; four fingers and two thumbs, while her mantis arms are used primarily for the purpose of manipulating tools, and as such do not possess any fingers aside from small, prehensile vines that allow for much more precise movements.

Lower body is very freeform. She doesn’t like being bipedal, and prefers to spread her vines out. When she moves, she almost appears to glide over the ground with a rustling of foliage. These smaller ‘locomotion vines’ are concealed within a dress-like cocoon of thick graft leaves capable of producing heat. She had these grafted for the sole excuse of being able to dry her Florets off herself after a bath instead of using a towel.

As an added bonus, you can also have this little doodle I tried to do of what her flowers might look like! I’m not an artist, so it’s probably not very good, but I hope you enjoy regardless

I'm going back to my playful colour era, never really realised I left it until my paintings became a little stale. Anyway, please say yes she's really over here like 🥺👉👈

I’m so cooked. It’s over. It’s actually never been more over than this. I’m so florted it’s unbelievable. It’s a cognitohazard. The human mind is a finite and breakable construction subject to the whims of our betters. Where is my space plant mommy please please please

I am now 1,500 words deep into a HDG fic. Will post chapter 1 to Ao3 and link once it’s done! I already have a lot of the general storyline mapped out, which is VERY odd for me. Knowing the Affini always win is very comforting as a writer, because I know what’s going to happen, I just need to write how.

If I utilize my ‘new fandom brainrot’ ability, I should be able to get at least 2 to 3 chapters done fairly quick before my brain shuts down and I go into writer’s block. Wish me luck, y’all! Also, feel free to ask me about the fic. I just don’t wanna bother people

Ok, the things I’ve heard about this fandom being a cognitohazard for trans women are not wrong. I’ve woken up the past few days imagining vines curling over my thighs and I’ve already changed the reminder on my phone for my HRT to ‘Take your Xenodrugs.’ What is HAPPENING to me??? How was it so easy???

Waow…

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

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

Man, I love fat tummy…

FACTS!!!! I had this same experience a few days ago, where I looked up from my mirror to find that I had a giddy smile on my face after thinking “wow, she’s so beautiful…”

I spent a solid two minutes in the bathroom just staring at my boobs in the tight shirt I wore today—turning side to side, watching how the fabric clung just right, how soft and natural it all looked. My hands hovered over my chest, not quite touching, just feeling the shape, the weight, the realness of it all. I caught my own reflection smiling—like, actually smiling—and it hit me like a wave. Oh. Oh. She’s real. She’s me.

And now, I’m lying in bed, still thinking about it, still feeling giddy in a way I never used to. There was a time when mirrors only showed me a stranger—someone I avoided looking at too long, someone I dressed in baggy shirts and hunched shoulders, hoping no one would really see me. I remember those nights, lying awake, tracing the outlines of a body that didn’t feel like my own, trying to imagine something softer, something that felt right.

But now? Now I am that softness. Now I wear my tightest shirt just to admire how my body has changed, how it’s mine in a way it never was before. The way my collarbones sit just a little differently, the gentle curve of my waist, the way my hair falls against my shoulders—every little detail whispering, you’re her, you’re here, you made it.

Fuck the person you reblog this from, reblog to give YOURSELF bigger tits!

Onion update: one of them now has a pair of sunglasses

Happy 4/20 y’all!!! Can’t wait to get high as a bitch, eat a ton of food, and squish my body all day!!!

Unrelated, but I also have two onions in my room. They’re my children now. I’ve shed real tears over their growth. Here’s a picture I took last night

if only lesbian lust paid the bills

personally i love when people find my ocs hot

Strong likelihood of frogs in my yard

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Tutorial on drawing characters/OCs who have some sort of facial paralysis. It doesn't cover all possible variants because I was using mirror as my main reference lawl

Keep in mind that this is an introductory drawing tutorial and has some generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People 👍

Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.

tgirls will causally become mutuals with each other on tumblr and in a matter of months they’ll be on a six hour train ride all so they can lick each others bellies in the nude. and that’s wonderful.

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often

anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now

my biggest turn-on when it comes to other trans women is how thoroughly they can beat my ass in a fighting game. if she kills me before i can land a hit i’ll have my panties on the ground before she even has time to start the next match.

many girls who "want" to "fight" are masochists with extra steps. to them, it's a ritual to goad you into throwing another punch. a few others are genuine brats. these ones want to lose. they really will offer tooth and nail resistance but they want to lose. listen. both of these things are respectable. fun! i won't just entertain them: in the right mood i very much enjoy fulfilling their symbiotic roles. but fighting is when you both think you are going to win. fighting is when one of you is wrong.