Carmine's Chaotic Feed

Late 20s open transwoman. HDG Writer. Lesbian of gigantic proportions, and lover of not-so Vanilla. -- Minors DNI -- Left the site ages ago circa-2016, back to post mostly whatever I feel like. Just like the old days. -- -- There is no theme. I'll post about making a sandwich and then reblog sapphic BS. Deal with it

[carminejade]

Carmine Jade's HDG Fic Collection!!!

A Diamond in the Rough

To the victors go the spoils. That's what they say. So then why is she instead being spoiled? What exactly is domestication if they're not going to do the things she'd wish on her enemies? And why the ever loving ash is this woman's lap so damn comfortable?!

The proud little princess, so determined to fight and resist to the end. If only she knew just how wonderful it will be when she feels loved and safe for the first time.

(First Fic) Obnoxious palace/political intrigue drama all following a dragon girl warrior princess. Lots of Lesbian Sex, fauxcest, sensory stuff, and references to trauma and t*rture (and consensual bdsm). Origin of the dumbass dragon xenosophonts called Volzamites.

Promise You Won't Leave Me?

I've had a whole life of looking after my best friend. I honestly didn't mind it, but if this is her one chance at total happiness then I'm behind her 500%. Maybe when she's collared I can visit her and make sure that her affini is treating her right. I think she'd love that...

A trip to the voluntary domestication center is meant to help one very eager seed find her potential owner and become the happiest she's ever been. So then why is her best friend positively terrified the second she sets foot inside it?

(Complete) A story about two incredibly dumb lesbians who are incredibly useless and a seemingly accidental domestication by a tall and slender sapphic affini. Lots of learning to be soft and to accept that having no control isn't a bad thing. Features a lot of mind fuckery.

I'm Not Your Princess

The pleasure is only half the fun, and he was all too willing to go the extra mile for the thrill of the metaphorical kill. He enjoyed the excitement of bringing them up, getting someone nice and close, and then leaving them to fall and crash. The thrill gets better and better, and he decides to get his biggest quarry yet. A new name, a new girl, and a new thrill. Surely nothing will go wrong if he breaks a floret's heart, right?

(Rewrite planned) My first time doing a proper force femme and a feral breaking story. CW for Forced Drug Use (duh), Force Feminization, Hypnosis, Personality Erosion/Replacement, a Lot of Toxic Masculinity, & Gradual Bimbofication

Can I Roll to Seduce the GM?

Apparently, table top games are not something the average affini engages in. No worries, James was a new player once upon a time, he's positive this will be a completely normal- Oh they're already hitting on the GM.

Go figure.

A silly one-shot about an affini joining a D&D group, and the one gay guy in the group watching as his best friend is slowly seduced over the internet by the dorky lesbian plant in their midst. Features mildly exaggerated transphobia, xenophobia, and a lot of platonic flirting between a lesbian and gay guy.

What do you mean "The Aristocrats"?

Just one more wellness check and Ethan is back to being a full independent sophont! He just has to explain a joke he made two days ago. Absolutely easy!

An obnoxious one-off I wrote in like... an hour about an idiot CoD player needing to pass his Wellness Checks and making the mistake of having to tell the worst joke ever to an affini. Gross toilet humor and an HDG retelling of the Aristocrats joke. DD;DNE warning is in effect.

Don't Forget Your Sprout

Sometimes you just want to go to work and not have to deal with your clingy neighbor who acts like you're her older brother. You especially don't want to deal with her terrifying Plommy.

Sometimes, you just need to and it's the worst.

A cute yet scary dirtpost about a poor transmasc being the unwilling older sibling figure to a Sprout, and how not to deal with being the forced older sibling figure to a floret.

Finding Comfort in Blue Blossoms

Sometimes, you meet someone who redefines your life, and you never even know it. And sometimes, that person is just who you need to fill the hole you've accepted into your life.

Heartfelt story about loss and finding someone to help you through your grief when you need them most. Origin of Juliette Morrow, a recurring sophont in other works, and one of the sadder things I've written to date.

The Empress's New Companion Dress

When an affini offers you clothes, it's in very poor taste to refuse the offer. But what exactly is an "independent dress", and why is her very dear affini friend smiling like that?

My first ever collab. A smutty and funny oneshot about an incredibly dumb lesbian being gaslit by her trusted affini friend and walking around wearing a dress so beautiful that only independent sophonts can see it.

My Happily Ever After

Sometimes, the princess needs a fairy godmother to make her beautiful. And sometimes, that godmother is more of a beautiful plant that whisks you away to be your most beautiful self possible. When the affini arrived, I was still clinging to a life of normalcy. But she was right there to save me from a life I didn't know I needed saving from.

My contribution for the June 2025 Writing Jam on the official server: Princessification. Lots of gender identity stuff and mind fuckery

[gondorrevealparty]

my wizardgirl keeps mage regressing during the big boss fight, throwing out level 1 Ice Bolt and giggling like we're supposed to find it cute. I know this bitch can do a level 12 modified Frosthammer Vortex. It's not even hard for her. But the Wyvern Queen, who we're supposed to be killing, keeps going "Wow, that was a really big spell for you! good job giving me -1 speed! You're soooo powerful!" and my fuckass mage is beaming at her with those big wet eyes. I don't care if you get "level dysphoria" from your gigantic big-girl mana pool I'm about to die out here

[magiashley]

i love the sonic adventure 2 battle intro cause of that stupid animation knuckles has in it

i can’t find a gif of it can somebody please post it

[eternal-starry]

[kud-lucas]

[punkitt-is-here]

wait hold on. does it just say kukle.

[xbuster]

It actually says “KUCKLE”

[carminejade]

The Sweetest Poison - Chapter 12

If Fighting Will Result in Headpats...

A very fun story about a spider who loves her floret very much~

It's a beautiful day out. Cass continues to be a petulent wet cat, and Lycoris is beyond determined to show her beloved floret exactly what her new life has in store and how happy she can be. Now what's this about going out today?

Sweetest Poison is my newest long-form story in the Human Domestication Guide Setting.

Her attention was pulled to a broken soul yearning for affection. Her heart was shattered in the pursuit of belonging.

Cassiopeia didn't know who the mysterious user on the other side of the screen was. She didn't know what an Affini was, she didn't know about the newly launched "war", and she definitely didn't know why this mysterious user suddenly wanted to pay attention to her. How could she know? Prey never sees the spider until its fangs are bared.

Want to read from the beginning or get started? Here you go!

[firbolgonmain]

[reliableslimegal]

“What does this do?~”

The slime girl teased pulling at one of the wires.

“No wait-!”

The robot girl panics, feeling the slime girl inside her pull at her speech module but it’s too late. A jolt rushes through her as the cord is disconnected and all the girl can do feel the dread of moving her hinged jaw silently.

“That’s better, good girls stay silent while I’m playing with them.~”

Her ooze is squeezed so tightly into her chassis, she can feel all of her circuits being pressed into. The weight feels heavy but after so many maintenance cycles with her, the slime girl’s embrace almost feels… intimate.

A jerk from one of her arms, and a silent gasp to follow from the robot girl gives a giggle from the ooze.

“There’s the motor control, you are just so easy to pick apart, you efficient little thing.~”

Through the fear, her faceplate blushes, and she becomes even more terrified, wondering whether it was her or her mechanic that had done it. She can feel the slime start to wrap around her cpu core, and her fans kick up another notch as the already flustered girl’s thoughts race between fear and fantasy.

“Hmm, i think we might have to go do a field test on these parts. You don’t mind a quick walk to the bar right? i’ll need other baseline robot girls to compare to…~”

The machine girl simply opened a soundless jaw hinge, and almost blue screened at the thought.

“Good little program, let’s go.~”

[murgoten]

(un)lucky day

[filmphotofranz]

[filmphotofranz]

I would hunt her too, for the record

[an9elicsupernova]

@charl0ttan

[sysagainstcis]

when a foxgirl unleashes a tinyyy fraction of her true power

[dzamie]

cocking her ears to prime a powerful scream

[jamietheepic]

When horses are nervous before a race typically a goat is brought in to calm them down. This is due to horses herd mentality and finding comfort in animals similar to them. The Affini have a similar concept when handling unruly new Florets. Some Feral's, typically ex-military personal with extreme loyalty to the Accord, will flat out refuse to talk to any Affini. In an attempt to use methods alternative to Class-Os, and with many Ferals having dangerous Terran made cybernetics that harm the user if Class-Ds or similar Xenodrugs are used, the Feral will be placed in the presence of a calm and personable Floret.

Typically, exchanges between Floret and Feral happen in ‘Cuddle Dens,’ dimly lit nooks with low ceilings, ample blankets, pillows, plushies, and tranquil music. The goal in these exchanges is to ease the heighten tension and fear many Ferals have after being recovered. In the majority of cases Ferals will voluntarily vent their thoughts to the Florets almost immediately, trusting the first human they see. The Florets themselves are given little direction besides; “making the new friend feel good.” As such, long cuddle sessions usually follow after the Ferals become exhausted from ranting and asking the Florets too many questions.

After this, the Ferals tend to develop extreme attachment to the Florets they met inside the cuddle dens, assisted by a small amount of Class-Cs being pumped into the room while the pair sleep. From here the Ferals are far more willing to talk to an Affini provided they are in the presence of the Floret they bonded with. The Affini may also use any information the Feral told the Floret while bonding to the betterment of the Feral. This new system has proven incredibly successful, making some of the most resistent Ferals pacified within days. It has brought up the population of Ferals who voluntarily become Florets by 76% percent in domestication cases.

[sheepwavehdg]

Evil, dark princess who just conquered the kingdom of light and rainbows or whatever

And they negotiate the treaty of surrender and the people still like the old royals which is very inconvenient

She's ready to execute the old princess but then notices the princess of light has a huge hog

So instead she keeps her as a bedwarmer toy who still acts as a figurehead sometimes but mostly just gets ridden and corrupted by the princess of darkness until she's every bit as evil as she is

Eventually she thanks the princess of darkness for showing her the way and then they get married and have a power bottom subtop thing going

Is this anything

[sheepwavehdg]

I'm working on My Pet Spouse which is a pure affini POV story and cooking myself as the man character watches her floret having sex with another human

I knew from my studies that Kee's decision to give my pet an orgasm prior to penetration was ideal for social mating, thanks to the function humans had to naturally produce their own natural class-C bonding accelerant following sex. The flood of oxytocin from Remy's orgasm would cause them to grow attached to any scents, sounds, or other sensations associated with Kee. It was one of the reasons that strong doses of aphrodisiacs were considered standard for many who wanted to keep more 'natural' terran floret pairs.

human sex: i sleep human sex described like an animal wildlife researcher: 👁️

[october-val]

I don’t make the rules.

[foxgirlmindcrank]

Never getting over Charlie Kirk getting shot in the throat right after he uses it to downplay gun violence. Gotta be a top 3 assassination. Up there with Shinzo getting doohickey'd.

[foxgirlmindcrank]

It's on some straight up Greek play shit. Man who uses his voice to justify violence and stir evil for years meets his end as that very violence tears out his throat. Poetic. Captured live from multiple angles. People stole his blood soaked merch to hock and his wife was giddy about sale numbers during his funeral.

[sheepwavehdg]

Imagine an affini who cracks/pops her terrans cute little joints (like not the damaging kind, the kind that releases trapped gas when you flex) and just stimming with her floret like a MF baby sensory toy that would be so based god imagine how good that would feel on class A to get picked up by a giant woman and she just starts bending you absentmindedly until the tension snaps put

[slylittleprincess]

And then she replaces them with ball joints….. 🤔

[carminejade]

and then just idly moves your limbs around any which way pulling just enough to create tension but not enough to do any lasting damage or risk a breakage. And then just keep pulling

[sheepwavehdg]

I don't particularly care about someone not liking my work. But as a gender fluid transfem there is a special circle in hell for you if you are so rotted in your soul on line go up metrics that you devote any brain cells to being mad about the fact that I or anyone else creates multiple versions of queer literature where characters have different pronouns and presentations because it increases the effective word count written. Go let an LLM spit out novels of slop if you think the only point of art is to write a bigger number.

If you're trans and you've ever put out into the world that you're mad about someone else playing with their own gender in fiction then I suggest reaching into that place where your heart used to be and filling it with sawdust and glue so you can be preserved for future generations as a cautionary tale of what isolating yourself in a toxic echo chamber will do to you.

I usually don't take the bait on this sort of thing, but literally choke on an entire bucket of legos if you think policing someone else's gender joy over AO3 numbers is a good use of your finite time in this world, it'll be faster and more painless than letting the fetid mire you've steeped yourself in like an odious teabag do the trick.

[sapphicsounds1312]

As someone who's been part of the crestive side of HDG for as long as you could call HDG a collaborative creative community I can say that if you truly want to return to how HDG used to be the way to do so is to not tell people their work doesn't belong just 'cause you don't like the identity lables they're using, but instead celebrate and get excited for new and interesting works exploring new and interesting ideas.

To paraphrase one of the early foundational authors "if you don't write it, who will?'

[pyxxiestyxx]

The Drink

Miss Essertia handed it to me personally as I sat down at my cubicle. Her grin was wider and toothier than normal, even wider than the time she "accidentally" walked into the men's restroom instead of the women's...on a different floor from her office.

It looked like a smooth mauve thermos, with silver swirling fractal patterns inlaid across the surface. There was a thin clear panel down the side, showing it held...well...

Something?

It was green, and was definitely liquid...I think. It moved kind of weirdly, and seemed to catch the light in strange ways. Once or twice, I could have swore I saw little sparkles or shimmers dancing along...but when I looked more closely, they were gone.

When asked what exactly she had gifted me, Miss Essertia only laughed, then rested a large hand on my shoulder. She said it was, "Only a little something made to help pretty things relax," an answer that had me blush and protest in equal measure.

I kept it at my desk, giving it an eyeful of attention every now and again. I didn't want to even risk opening it to sniff; affini were far too tricky to be so naive, after all.

Still, as the day dragged onward, I felt a strange...desire, I suppose. My clothes felt a bit uncomfortable, and the warm summer air was causing my palms to sweat. A nice chilled beverage would be nice, but...

No! I shook my head hard, trying to dismiss the idea as I rolled the beverage around in my hands. It was a bad idea to drink it. I knew this.

I knew it.

"Are you enjoying your present, little one?"

I blinked slowly, keeping my eyes on the shimmering liquid. "...mmm?"

"Your pretty little fascinator, dear!" Miss Essertia, who must have somehow slipped and fallen in between my ass and the chair, wrapped her vines a little tighter around me. "Don't worry, it is perfectly edible if you had that desire...but the point of it is to just enjoy how it looks, see?"

She reached out and slid the clear panel wider, revealing the stunning colors in all their glory. My hands shook as I drooled...I mean, as I focused.

"C... can't drink it...drugs...?" I stumbled over my words, the syllables slippery like river stones.

"Oh, silly pretty petal~" cooed Miss smugly, giving me a pat on the head as she held up some kind of measuring tape around my neck. "The drugs are on the outside of the tube. A nice topical powder that soaked into your hands as soon as I handed it to you. Don't worry about it, dearheart."

"Ohhh...okgaaay...yaaaay..."