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There's nothing quite like listening to a pretty girl moan in your ear. It's intoxicating.

A segment from the hdg fic im writing.

tws for ego death as well as normal hdg stuff.

A floret stares out the window. No thoughts run through their mind, only empty, blissful pleasure at anything and everything. The thing can’t tell where “I” begin and Nova ends, or even if an “I” or an “we” exist. There is no panic or shock, only pleasure. Something can’t tell if it likes this. That fact brings pleasure to the trembling body.

Something look outside. There are florets and their affini walking in the nearby park. There are rows and rows of pretty flowers. The ember sky paints everything in gorgeous yellows and oranges. In the tree closest to the hab there is a blue bird. An affini grabs it and puts it in a cage. They give it to their pet. The floret plays with it gently.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird...” It is out of tune and off-beat. The words are slurred to incomprehensibility. That’s a big word that A thing forgot the meaning of. It must not be important.

An affini and their floret are playing with a beautiful blue bird in a cage. The blue contrasts the reddening false sky of the hab ring.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird.” It took several seconds to get it out, although time is now meaningless. Only bliss remains in the thing’s head.

A floret pets a blue bird. If something could focus, it might be able to hear it chirping. Focus doesn’t exist now.

Something sings “blue bird.” It takes more and more effort to speak. There is no need to speak, the only thing that it needs to do is be a good pet for mistress.

A blue bird.

Something moans in tune to a song that was once its favourite. The concept of “favourites” left its mind a long time ago.

Blue bird.

He got his release. Something will not, and it knows it won’t in a deep part of their brain kept locked down by the xenodrugs.

And then, there was nothing. There doesn’t need to be anything. There was only happiness, unending and infinite. And something saw that it was good.

"I'm old enough to be your mom" proved world's second best pickup line

Second only to "you're like a sister to me"

need my sister to cuddle me rn 3:

remember girls! there are no consequences for bratty puppies out there. consequence is a myth made up by Big Owner in order to keep us in line. become ungovernable today!

Intro

im a 19yo transfemme (although i flux to boy on rare occasions). I'm a puppygirl, catboy, jellyfishkin, and I really like Signalis, and programming :3

I like to make gay little projects in my spare time so i may post about that as well as my own random interests

Minors DNI

it's honestly a crime that i haven't be florted yet.

but god to be filled with xenodrugs and taken care of for the rest of your life by a tall, kind owner is the dream

need sister tummy

need to be smothered in sister tummy

need to touch sister tummy

need to kiss sister tummy

kissing girls comes in three stages:

-she relaxes into your arms as you touch your lips to hers and tell her she’s safe now and she doesn’t need to be afraid anymore

-she tenses up and her eyes go wide as you grab her head firmly and your tongue stretches her throat out

-she relaxes again as the psychoactive chemicals in your saliva start to take effect and banish all those pesky human thoughts, leaving her feeling calm, safe, and fulfilled

straigbt up "under it" and by "it" well lets jusr say, my blankeys