Mofu Mofu!

Average foxgirl independent, definitely and totally not hoping to be made into a floret 18+ MDNI PFP from sub_res

[kitsune-flower]

꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓞𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

Haiii everyone! It is nice to meet you all This is a small side blog for me to post all of my silly HDG ramblings <3 You can call me Lumi! I am 100% a free independent, you cannot prove otherwise, I am definitely not yearning to be captured and made into a pretty plampt ladies pet mhmhmhm Asks and DMs are open! Feel free to stop by whenever

[cherrypillowzz]

sorry i can't stop myself

[kitsune-flower]

Dancing Under the Orchids

Affinification, siscest, Plampt :3

20 months - or was it 30, the time lost without the grace of your big sister only seems to add up like an impossibly slow hourglass. Each grain of sand sinks into your heart without her.

It has been well over a year now since they arrived in their ships and saved this system from its hell, the Affini and their Compact, the same ones which you know in your heart of hearts stole your big sister from you.

You’ve seen the broadcasts, you’ve watched your friends, all of them sinking into that mindless bliss that is being the Affini’s treasured pets.

You get it, of course. Once upon a time you were offered the chance to become it, but after you refused they all seemed to accept it.

Sometimes you dream of the one who may own your sister coming to you with her in tow, a play date with the woman you used to look up to so much. She always took care of you, stood by your side every step of the way throughout life.

You wish you could just hug her one more time. Tell her how thankful you are for all of this, all of the life you’ve been given by her hand.

Something wakes you from your stupor, a knock on the door out in the living room. Visitors aren’t impossible but we all are surviving well enough for a wellness check to be unneeded.

It’s with a start you hear your mother walk from her room out, and it’s then you hear her stop at the end of the hallway. Something is catching her off guard.

You follow soon after, opening your door just as your mother takes the first careful few steps towards the barrier between the outside and in.

You hear the door open just as you reach the spot where you watched your mother stand, half peeking out through the hall. Past her, half in the glass and open air stands someone.

You first notice the smell, floral and heavy with an undertone of something that brings memories of snuggling with your sister. Then, the rhythm all of their kind gives starts to sink into you. It pushes at your resistance, at anything that seemingly doesn’t bring you specifically any comfort.

Then, visuals finally parsing through the shaken mind, the image of the being becomes known. White petals all over their arms and across their body sink into hues of faint pink near their stems. They hang down like the vines that make up their being, shifting and rearranging in a constant beauty of the human form.

You, above all of this, know the flower intrinsically. Phalaenopsis, Moth Orchids. Native to Terra, a memory of spending time trying to grow them with your sister hangs off the tip of your tongue. She always seemed to take such good care of things, just like you.

Mother doesn’t get a chance to speak. Instead, the familiar sounding voice of the alien sings into the two of us.

“Good afternoon, mother dearest.”

-

She stands across from you, studying the items atop the recreation of her shelf from a time that feels universes ago. Seeing her in this form feels like an undoing of every law of the universe you’ve ever had the chance to learn.

Erica Phaelen, First Bloom is her name. Even after all this time, though, she still wants you to call her Big Sis. Some things never change, like the blush on your face as you watch your sister fiddle with the small mementos.

How strange it is that she seems not to care about the objects in specific, only taking interest in the things that we share a memory with. When she looks at you especially, the gems that look so dull radiate that golden and velvet purple light from within the face that looks so awfully familiar, so much like your dreams.

Your face burns brighter than the sun as she turns around, the mass of the fluff shifting as she rests her giant form atop your bed. Your legs squeeze together as she sits next to you, hiding the heat that builds in you.

“I’ve missed you, you know that?” Her words fade in and out of existence like the tide, singing like songs the two of you used to sing on the rooftop alongside the radio.

“So much.” she continues, scratching her oversized hand into your hair, reaching all the spots she knows you love. “You were always who I was thinking about as I became myself, sis. Every single moment.”

You want to tell her the same, that you’ve been dreaming of her for every moment in the last figurative century you’ve been apart, but her assault on your head feels so good, her hand flaying into dozens of independent vines that all scratch and massage at your head and neck.

She can tell how you feel, though. Her smile only warms as she pulls you in close. “I hope you’ve been able to take care of yourself while I was gone. I was always so worried that you wouldn’t; that you may not get on a Class-G prescription, that you would struggle and hurt and ache just like me.”

Her fingertips grow claws that slowly cut seamlessly at your shirts sleeves. She shudders as you yelp, razored tips causing your skin to bleed just slightly.

“I couldn’t stand to be away from my little sister, from the cutest thing in the compact. But that’s all in the past, and you will never know a moment without me again.”

You don’t know whether to cry in yearning or relief, or in the trickles of pain and sensation down your body as her touch slowly moves across you.

“You’ve grown so wonderfully for me, my little sister~ such a precious little body to enjoy~ I’m so happy the others understood what I meant~”

You fail to manage the words to ask in your shaking voice what she means before she spins you around so that you face her directly. Her smile is full of those long fangs you know her kind to have, an inkling of her hunger sinking into you from the gesture alone.

Her hands, now all but given up the idea of maintaining a human form, hold you firmly to her. They start to explore your surface from underneath your clothes, rubbing against sensitive spots you couldn’t have dreamed her her groping.

Those hammered metal gems that make up her eyes, shining against a plant form of her old hairstyle, mix into those golds and purples a deep. bloody red.

She nearly growls when you whimper, her giant form leaning down closer to you. The patterns in her eyes only grow in their intensity, eating away at your ability to fight back.

You don’t notice how much of her is around you now, a little nest built of flora and her rhythms that feels more like a prison each second wrapping around the two of you.

You only notice when you hear the click, the lock on the door sealing you from the world. From escaping your sister.

“I…” She growls, pants of golden pollen escaping her lips, “I have something for you.”

Her chest unfurls, her massive breasts parting into a pit of her love. You can feel her machinations, her rhythms, her love sing from the pink floral globe in the center, practically watching your back through the thousands of individually squirming, grasping vines.

From that cavity are taken two things. One is a stack of paper, the other a vase full of liquid. The pages are all written onto, some parts written in a language that looks like her songs. The vase holds something within its glass walls, a shifting thing of those same deep pink vines that make up her being.

You can feel how excited she is. How, once these gifts find their completion, once more will you both be related by blood.

You know what this means, deep inside of you. Something you didn’t want to accept when she first took you away into this room. You look up into her eyes, seeing your own scared expression inside of them. You can feel her relishing every second of it.

Her arms, both longer than your entire body, rest atop your shoulders. Her head lowers yet, so close to yours you can practically feel the heat radiating off of it.

“Mine.”

You don’t know when the first needle, the compounds in it filling you with such impossible pleasure, pierces your skin. All you can feel is the pressure of her lips pressing into yours, of the tongues all filling your mouth and tasting every corner of the mouth she owns now, of the feeling as her love bulges your thought.

Most of all, of the dreams of this moment being realized in a way you couldn’t have ever imagined.

[hdg-lorets]

[14ratss]

Did a HDG collab art trade thing with the lovely @pavizi

[pavizi]

first contact

[kitsune-flower]

Time’s Up!

A short microfic about two friends where nothing strange happens!

> AlisonV - 14:35: Hey! sorry I hadn’t responded to your earlier message, I was riding down the ring!

> *SnowStar* - 14:37: There you are, I was wondering where you were! You never go in public without talking to me, are you okay? Did something happen?

> AlisonV - 14:38: Yea, yea I’m okay. I know I should’ve stayed on the board, trust me it was just as scary as it was the first time. Something did kinda happen though?

> *SnowStar* - 14:39: What happened??? Were you spotted???

> *SnowStar* - 14:41: cmon girl this is serious don’t leave me hanging like this!

「SOPHONT REGISTRY」

「Run by the cuties at the Bureau for Xenosophont Wellness!」

Sophont Name: Alison Solica

Status: Independent - we’re so sorry to say that they haven’t found an owner yet!

> AlisonV - 14:42: I’m fucking aware okay? Sorry I was taking a different route to my hab and had to check my maps

> *SnowStar* - 14:42: No I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed calm. It’s good you’re taking a different route! What happened?

> AlisonV - 14:43: I… don’t know? That gut feeling came back, and right as I was about to get out something must’ve bumped into me?

> AlisonV - 14:43: I didn’t see them or anything, but it looked like an Affini I think.

> *SnowStar* - 14:44: Your status in the registry is still the same.

> *SnowStar* - 14:44: WAIT ARE YOU OKAY? Do you think it was…

> AlisonV - 14:46: I’m not having any reactions to anything, I’m walking and talking just fine. If it’s her, I doubt I would still be here.

> *SnowStar* - 14:47: Good. Good. Where are you now? How far are you from home?

> AlisonV - 14:48: Just a few more minutes I think. It’s a lot of backroads so nobody should spot me.

> AlisonV - 14:49: hecvs

> *SnowStar* - 14:49: What?

> *SnowStar* - 14:49: Alise are you okay?

「SOPHONT REGISTRY」

「Run by the cuties at the Bureau for Xenosophont Wellness!」

Sophont Name: Alison Solica

Status: Independent - we’re so sorry to say that they haven’t found an owner yet!

> *SnowStar* - 14:51: You can’t keep doing this girl

> AlisonV - 14:51: IM BACK I’m back sorry I swore I saw a shadow move over me. I looked up to try and see something and there was only honeysuckles what the hell is happening???

> *SnowStar* - 14:52: Maybe it was just the Flower Girl chasing her new victim: you

> AlisonV - 14:52: Not funny. This is serious!!

> *SnowStar* - 14:52: Sorry, sorry, thought I’d try to lighten the mood.

> AlisonV - 14:53: Not the time! We already talked about her prey anyways.

> AlisonV - 14:54: I’m almost home, give me a sec.

> *SnowStar* - 14:55: Take your time! Watch your back pls for the love of the Compact!

> AlisonV - 15:03: Okay I’m inside and the door is locked. I even asked my AI, there’s nothing dangerous in here.

> *SnowStar* - 15:05: Oh thank the stars I was so worried! Wait what did your AI say specifically

> AlisonV - 15:06: They said there’s nothing dangerous in

> AlisonV - 15:06: What the hell.

> *SnowStar* - 15:06: What is it?

> AlisonV - 15:07: WHAT THE FUCK

> AlisonV - 15:07: [IMAGE]

[Depicted is a rushed camera, its angle pointed to the dark grey carpet as the light pulls the furred surface into lines along the screen. In the center, the only thing of hurried focus, is a plain white scrap of paper.]

[“FOUND YOU ♡”]

> *SnowStar* - 15:07: OH STARS GIRL GET OUT OF THERE

> *SnowStar* - 15:07: RUN

「SOPHONT REGISTRY」

「Run by the cuties at the Bureau for Xenosophont Wellness!」

Sophont Name: Alison Solica

Status: You’re too late now sweet thing~

> AlisonV - 15:08: aufishfka

> AlisonV - 15:08: help

> *SnowStar* - 15:08: I’M COMING TO GET YOU DON’T WORRY

「User AlisonV has left the channel.」

「User ValiaE18 has joined! Say hi!」

> ValiaE18 - 15:08: That will be unnecessary Madison, you sweet little petal. Thank you for taking such good care of my Alise while she was out, though I will note that it was rather rude of you to hide her from me!

> *SnowStar* - 15:09: Oh no…

> ValiaE18 - 15:09: What’s wrong sweetheart? I know it’s a little scary, but I promise she will love being under my vine! I’ll make sure to send you an invite to her implantation surgery~!

[END OF LOG]

[kitsune-flower]

What do you mean I’m late, you all are just early!

HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY HDG!!

I can’t comprehend how lucky I was to stumble upon this small little universe a few months ago, luckier still that the community around it has been one of the kindest gatherings of sophonts I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending my time with.

I cannot thank you all enough for all the beautiful stories you’ve written, all the lovely art you’ve made, and everything else this place offers!

Thank you all again so much! I hope you have a lovely anniversary with your Plampts!!

[sheepwavehdg]

Affini Warden, handing a human a candy with a pill hidden on the bottom: here petal, eat this peanut butter chocolate before we go to the vet!

floret, cleverly removes the pill and gobbles the delicious treat: you can't fool me mistress

Affini: ::) oh, outsmarted me I see!

floret promptly falls over because the treat was the drugged part and the pill was a placebo

[kitsune-flower]

On the Loving Care of Feralists

“Now! Without further delay, onto our lesson on caretaking!

You awake to find yourself - not at the helm of your seat, but somewhere new. Soft lighting replacing the screams of your fighter, of the ship you were one with.

“Awwww, look who’s just waking back up! This is one of the most vulnerable times in a terrans mental state, so make sure to be careful with yours!”

Whats… going on? The voice bounces around in your skull, seemingly reverberated and enhanced by this rhythm you can feel vibrating through you. This is not the warnings of the ships’ systems, this is not the notifications of…

This is the Affini.

You’re surrounded by them. All sides. All of various colors, sizes and shapes, all of them focused on you.

Moments ago you were a shot away from finally taking one out, from being the victor your family and your sergeant saw in you.

Now, look at yourself. Little more than a plaything in the monsters clutches.

No weapons, nothing to defend yourself. You’re stuck alone, sitting on some oversized… desk, of some kind?

“Now class, notice the increased motions in their eye, the rising feeling of dread in their biorhythms - can anyone here tell me what may be going on in their head at this moment?”

One of them, some lanky thing you could tear apart raises its vine in a mockery of the beauty of the human hand.

“Fight or flight, wouldn’t it be? Prey instincts?”

“Very good~! Yes, our lovely little one here is still so startled by the change in scenery that they’re considering trying to run. This is common for nearly all feralists, but some may vary in their feistiness~”

The largest one, behind the desk you’re sitting on, the one that seems to almost be talking - regal looking, possibly a leader? It gracefully walks towards you, scratching you on the head, giggling to itself as you try to bite.

If only you had a weapon. You could show these xeno scum what the might of the terrans can really do.

These disgusting—

…Strangely beautiful creatures.

“Let me give you all a bit of a demonstration on working with one who’s desiring a bit more of a fight, just relaxxx darling~”

Their gaze sharpens to a pinprick on your pupils, shimmering and oscillating in these mesmerizing golden and purple swirls, that rhythm sending flutters down to your heartbeat.

You watch, you try to parse the symbols and substance from the patterns, and they only sink you deeper and deeper and deeper…

“It’s alright, petal~”

The light, the swirling colors speaks - each syllable flooding your senses in warmth and color and a yearning for more that leaves you begging.

“Just relax, it’ll only hurt a little~”

A soft pressure rises against your shoulder for just a moment, a cool tingling consuming the surrounding skin.

The outside world is nothing to the lights, the stars and planets and wars and accord little more than an afterthought to these most prized gems.

The lights close, blinking for a moment - again, returning back to the green I first witnessed within those sockets, the dozens of other Affini watching in awe returning to view.

Each and every single one of their faces is split in half with a starved grin.

“Alright class, who would like to try taking care of a feralist themselves?”

[kitsune-flower]

Running Was a Simple Mistake.

Again, I find myself hiding against the walls of a room - the bed my last defense between the door, and what that door fails to hide.

Knock.

“Petal, I know you’re in here. Why don’t you come on out?”

It’s her. Again. Every time the rot and worry that anxiety brings finds its way up my throat, she comes knocking.

“Sweetheart, c’mon. We both know your will shall break before mine.”

Knock.

“I already told you to FUCK OFF!”

Three ships. Three separate stars damned ships I’ve fled to. No matter how far I seem to travel, whatever distance I think I have set between the two of us, she always seems to pop up - her eyes sprouting like weeds in a garden.

How long did it take her this time to find me? How long was she here, stalking my every move - the same as she has been for weeks now?

Knock knock.

“Your food is going to get cold, my precious. We can talk about it better once you simply come out.”

How does she know when I get like this, when my overthinking starts to flood reason - and my panic takes over my mind? Every time. Every. Single. Time.

I can’t keep running away from this. I barely got off the last ship before she caught me. I still remember how bright her eyes - those fascinators glowed gold at the sight of me. I can’t get it out of my head how fast she charged at me, her humanity abandoned, in its place moved and slithered and hunted a mass of flora and wanton need.

Knock knock knock.

“I know you haven’t taken care of yourself today, I know your worries over the truth of my love have been flooding your mind once more. I know how much you ache for this to end, for you to finally feel safe and secure and wanted. I know everything about you, my love. My most beloved thing in the universe.”

My eyes are dried from the tears, my mouth from the dehydration. I can’t run anymore. Her flower has covered the window, jamming the latch shut. There’s no more room in my shaking throat for anger. Only desperation, only soft pleads.

“Please…” I beg, “just let me be alone. I’ll be okay alone.”

…

Knock. Knock. Knock.

…

Silence, for the first time in what felt an eternity, she stops. Even her biorhythm, that sensation vibrating beneath my shriveled form, slows. I’m left alone-

CRACK

The door, or the remains of it, fly past me - fragment chunks of wood embedding themselves within the wall.

Through the torn doorway, the immense figure of an Affini steps in. Her form is still her human mask, tilting her fake head down towards me.

“I won’t let you lie to yourself any longer, little flower. I won’t let your attempts at refusing what you need last, never again will you suffer alone.”

The bed, the top of it bleeding excess fluff, is coiled over with tightly wound flora. Its mass is made weightless, made trivial to bear when she picks it up - thrown and lodged into the already shattered doorframe, blocking my exit.

“It’s okay, it’s okay my darling. I’m here for you now. I won't let you get in my way of helping you. I won’t ever let you get away again.”

Even after the display, she still shows an almost reverent level of care, her thumb helping to wipe away the tears dripping down my face. The rest of her hand wraps around my head - holding it, supporting it, tilting it to face hers.

“I won’t ever let you be alone again.”

Sometimes all you need is an insane plant woman to take care of you, and that sometimes is rn ;-;

[salamanding]

debate on the matter of ownership

[kitsune-flower]

Hunting Grounds

“Petal~” the voice of Mommy calls out to me, Her biorhythm humming along - Her pretty body walking into my bedroom.

She stops in the doorway, spotting my nest resting atop the bed.

Through the peephole in the wall of my plushies, I see Her already hungry smile grow feral.

“Now where could my precious thing be? Is she… over here?” She lifts up the heavy table with ease, staring under it for a while. Silly Mommy, that’s not where I am!

“Come out, come out, wherever you are~ you can’t keep hiding forever, darling~ how about… here?” Her soft, pretty vines shift under the few covers of my bed, tickling my feet before pulling away. My giggles don’t seem to help her in spotting me.

She starts to lower down to under the bed, and as She does, one of Her flowers starts to poke through the plushie defenses, glowing in her pretty blue colors from under the blanket ceiling.

In Her light, I watch small specks of her pollen fill the air, smelling sweet and feeling so good…

“Not down here either! Now where ever could my floret be? I do miss her so very much…”

Oh no! She’s getting all sad without me! I need to help Her! I wanna be held by Her and snuggle Her and chew on Her vines, that always helps her!

“Mommyyyyy…” I whisper.

“Petal~” Her pretty voice whispers back, so close to my castle that I can’t see Her face.

So many more of Her flowers grow between the cracks in my defenses, Her implant making me feel so good I can’t help but shiver and moan.

“Mmommyyyyy” I beg, rubbing my legs together as I always do when I need Her affection.

Her voice changes, 5 red lights shining above my blankets. “PREY~”

In a single moment, half of the walls are sent flying across the room, a giant mass of flora and aggression taking their loyal place by my side.

Such an attack, such awfulness towards my very cute and cuddly friends makes me scream.

“Ohh, so cute~ I’ve hunted you for far too long, my delicious little morsel, Mommy needs to take her prize~”

In such dire situations, I have my last resort - a special weapon that, if used right, may save me from the hungry clutches of Mommy today.

I cover my eyes with my hands, pressing my face into one of my last comrade plushies.

“If I can’t see you, you can’t see me!”

Her biorhythm shifts to a fevered pitch, ever part of my body shaking in sheer pleasure.

Past the whimpers, I can hear the sound of liquids dripping from injectors onto my bed. Normally Mommy wants me to keep my bed clean, this must be a special event!

Her voice lowers to a whisper, full and deep and beautiful. “Oh, my darling, where did you go~? I swear, I just saw you~”

Her heavy, warm scent fills my lungs, tingling with just how much I love to smell it.

My giggles turn into another moan as a vine starts to climb along my leg.

“It’s alright, though~ I don’t need to see you~”

What does she mean? Of course she does! Otherwise how can she possibly find m- ohhh that feels so good…

“I don’t need to see you to find you, my vulnerable little floret~ after all, if you can feel me, then I can feel you~”

Silly fic idea I had while I was making a pillow fort for myself :3

[kitsune-flower]

Well Well Well~ I browse some tags and who do I find? Are you being a good little bug, dear Mofu?~

-K.T

a-

awa….

mofu is a good bug!!! mhmhm!!

[kitsune-flower]

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide~

Continuing on my trend of drawing the lovely affini of HDG, please enjoy @lagnya's Mulberry and May from Independent Establishment!! Please go read the fic if you haven't already it is truly peak - link here! Thanks again to Lagnia for allowing me to draw the goobers, and for being absolutely amazing!!

[kitsune-flower]

Mofu mofu !

mofu? mofu!!

[kitsune-flower]

Diona Gracilis: Snuggle Time

A hug you cannot simply escape~ Thanks of course to @cadence-the-hypnotic-floret for the lovely plampt, and for permission to doodle her!!!