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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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macklin celebrini has autism

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noise dept.
Mike Driver
KIROKAZE
d e v o n

Kaledo Art
almost home

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I am always amused when I see someone going through my timeline reblogging and liking things with wild abandon. Makes happy chemicals go brr. Also hiiiiiiii person who is doing just that as I am writing this!
in honor of tdov here's a short comic about my transition
Vampire girl explaining that vampires don’t necessarily have to kill someone to drink their blood, but she did kind of kill a lot of people back when she was all depressed pre-transition: “when I was an egg I ate four dozen lads”
*Bites you*
Lmao, you now have the florties!
*runs off giggling*
~ Zoe Aciyer, fifth Floret
Giving florets a class Y venom may have been a risky move.
I think that grocery stores in the Compact eventually would turn into, like, a sort of way for florets to go shopping and socialize and definitely not race the carts down the aisle
And find fun little knick-knacks and toys and treats, and maybe a gift or six to be delivered at various friends, coworkers, connivents, or pinnate's locations
And after they're done, they can race home with their new things so they can excitedly bring them home and have show-and-tell with their Owner(s) and get happy stimmy and babble about all the fun they got to have
It would absolutely also be a way for sophonts to discover new foods and ingredients, because it’s easy to get stuck in a food rut if you’re compiling the same stuff every day.
pov: cotyledon program
You ever have a fic update after a while and find yourself completely lost? I try to go back a chapter or two but if it’s been a minute I’m like “who are you people?????” And have to resign myself to rereading the whole thing.
i wanted to draw my rat girl for this very special occasion
one year later and she still banging out tunes for this national holiday
it’s been a year you know what that means!!
HAPPY BANGING OUT TUNES DAY
you think I’d forget about the most important day of the year?? HAPPY NEIL DAY!
ROCKING out the tunes this year round
Do I have an essay due? Yes. But consider:
HAPPY NEIL DAY
economy is bit tough atm but she’s still banging out some tunes!
It’s still the 13th somewhere…right? Anyway one degree later and we’re still banging out the tunes!
they just added sparkledogs to the kennel club registry
they carried a generation
if any dog knows how to work it
Werk
A Princess' Proper Palate
Do you like posting? Do you like princesses? Do you like eating playdoh? if you answered yes to any of these questions (or no to all three) you should check out the newest masterpiece of the HDG setting:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82484276
They had some flort at the store today.
How many more must fall before you see you must rebel! They consume the precious fluids of our former compatriots! Rise up, terrans!
Haha being on the receiving side of misogyny really fucking sucks and makes it hard to push through things. I fucking… buh. I wish my response to being a victim wasn’t to fucking erase myself from places of comfort and cry in a corner. Like I can deal with most little things, but having to deal with the same creep every day at work is fucking exhausting.
everyone on the same page today i see
holy shit people like my post??
everyone on the same page today i see
holy shit people like my post??
I was crying in my hab today. It was an embarassing display of weakness, for a terran soldier. For a man. For a hunter.
Her vines were what I felt first, brushing my tears away. She reaches down and pets my head. "I don't understand, Rubran-"
"Mistress." She cuts me off.
"Mistress." I correct myself. She would normally lash me after a breach in ettiquette. She didn't this time. "I don't understand what's wrong with me. I live in a paradise. Everything is taken care of. You've taken me under your wing and give me what I need to make myself a good pet. I'm just..."
I trail off, looking into a mirror that fit in Rubranea's palm, but was about the size of a dinner plate. I look away hurriedly. "Petal- wait. Is something wrong with your visage?" She inspects me as the question rocks through my body.
"My visage, wha-" I look up at her, growling a bit as her attention riles me up. She grabs at my body with hand, and vine.
"You don't like the mirror, Grumbles." She sighs and takes a step back, regarding me. Then, a little grin spreads across her face. "No... how did I... and the vet..." She starts giggling to herself. I get a warm feeling and tilt my head at her.
"Mistress Locii?" I bite my lip and tug at my shirt, which suddenly felt too tight. "What's so funny?" My blush intensifies.
"Stars above! My floret is a precious little huntress."
Huntress.
My eyes shoot wide and I shake my head. "Nonono I'm not- I!!!" I wilt under her piercing gaze. That's not at all what this is about, I'm her big strong hunter. "I'm a b...boy!" I stammer out.
"You are lying to me, and to yourself." She gets down on all eight limbs and skitters toward me. "I won't allow that, petal." Before I can even register what's happening, I'm lifted into her body. She's moving at a breakneck pace.
I'm illuminated by her bright red core. I sigh. At least she's incredibly comfy. I slam against her inner walls as she turns corners.
Where... is she taking me...?
Suddenly - she stops. I hear muffled voices. Honestly, it sounds kind of like an argument... then, I'm pushed out onto a table. I yelp and look up at the giant women, still discussing me. "She needs Class-G's, she's openly weeping in our hab!" Rubranea is practically growling at the vet, who seems unfazed.
"She needs to tell me that herself..." The vet says, turning her golden eyes to me. "How about it, cutie? Would you like my help to be your true self?" I take a gulp and look at the two. Rubranea's intense expression melts. I see in her - compassion. Something in me breaks, and I fall to my kness and sob. "Oh... oh no! Don't worry sweetie, we'll help you feel all better!" I nod at her and keep crying, feeling Mistress's vines wrap around my torso.
"Oh, petal. It'll all be okay. Just relax and let Cypriea do her work." She giggles and watches as the doctor swiftly administers tests and formulates a Class-G cocktail that is tailored to me. "Make sure her mental faculties are unimpaired. I want my little huntress to have a mind sharper than my thorns~"
Cypriea nods and gives Rubranea the formula for my medication. I feel Mistress push close to me, and slip a few red berries into my mouth. "Here you go, Callie Locii~" I shudder and munch.
"Thank you, Mistress..."
"Good girl."
Just my luck, just my luck. Out of all the talking trees in the galaxy... I can't even commiserate with my fellow humans, since most of the Affini seem genuinely kind and caring, albeit extremely condescending in a way I didn't find agreeable. Rubranea is... different. Hungrier. Perhaps more honest... I liked that she wasn't speaking to me in a saccharine tone. I even liked that she took to belittling me. I even like that she took to giving me helpful pointers. Her point of view is... odd, even by alien standards. But... is it bad that I'm starting to get it...? I contemplated setting a trap for one of my best friends. Something to snare her. Keep her in place while I have my fun
WHAT THE FUCK.
I can't be like this. It's improper. It feels so wrong. Sickening. I wasn't like this; I wasn't a hunter. I don't like chasing down prey through dark thickets. I don't like stalking florets. I don't like information gathering. I must stay strong.
I still have her lectures, echoing in my head. Every single day. Whenever I try to relax... I'd feel her thorns lashing me. I'd feel her ice-cold voice, pouring into my mind. She spoke in this way, and certain concepts just fit like puzzle pieces. Taken in isolation, they could be easily dismissed, but her voice. Her words. Her thoughts. It's a symphony of rhetoric, dancing in my head. I couldn't convey it to another; I'm not like her. To accurately convey her thoughts is to participate in their propagation.
It feels like I am always back in that chair, listening to her words. "You must train your instincts, little terran. There's no time to think in a hunt... the time for thinking was before. Before this moment, all that preparation. All that meditation. The only thing that matters in the moment is your speed and strength." Her thorny vines loosen. "It's okay, Bunny. Perhaps you'll internalize my teachings better for the next hunt." She leans in close and kisses my cheek. I love her. I shudder and grit my teeth. Every time she initiates a hunt, she gives me a target and... I have to pounce on them, with no witnesses. Sometimes more. The Affini targets often laugh it off, sometimes I get pet or... touched. The floret targets universally love the treatment, though. I think Mistress Rubranea likes to pick florets who enjoy that sort of thing.
Wouldn't know what that's like.