Lotta Robotfuckers On This Platform. Hell Yeah. And We Can Swear. Hell Yeah. Why Didn’t I Make An Account

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.

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

if only lesbian lust paid the bills

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.

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.

personally i love when people find my ocs hot

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.

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 🥺👉👈

Man, I love fat tummy…