Honestly I Think One Of The Biggest Appeals To The HDG Fandom Is Seated In A Near Primal Level Of Feelings.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

if only lesbian lust paid the bills

woah robots are so cool

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.