I'm Going Back To My Playful Colour Era, Never Really Realised I Left It Until My Paintings Became A

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

Strong likelihood of frogs in my yard

"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.

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???

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

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.

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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.