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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

Lotta robotfuckers on this platform. Hell yeah. And we can swear. Hell yeah. Why didn’t I make an account sooner? Now I can see the bits happen in real time instead of screenshotted and posted to Pinterest over the course of a few days. Just saying random shit and people on the internet can see it and be like “ok cool”

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 🥺👉👈

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

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.

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.

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

learning exciting new things, like "when i take edibles i get obsessed with boobs"

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

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