I’ve Given The Fic The Working Title Of ‘Junkyard Dog’ For The Time Being. Our Protagonist Is Jack

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”

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…

"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

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

Strong likelihood of frogs in my yard

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.

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.

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.