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I wish isabelle animal crossing was real. I'd sit under her desk and let her pump loads down my throat while she gets drunk and does paperwork

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Many of HDG's loudest detractors miss the point when they describe the setting as horror. They are not wrong, but because they do not engage with the themes, subtext and metaphors at play, instead focusing on a purely literal understanding of the setting, they don't understand why they find it so offputting. They yell about humanity never reaching its full potential, or the violations of individual spirit that lie at its heart. HDG imagines a world where the kind of treatment that the severely disabled among us experience is universal.

And yeah... Fair. A factual recount of my life is actually pretty horrifying.

HDG exists in conversation with disability. It is not about being trans or queer, though there is obviously a lot of overlap. It is about imagining a world where those who have disabilities are cared for, and pulling apart the complicated feelings that authors have about the loss of control required for that to happen.

The mechanics of the specific allegories that HDG employs to examine disability frequently lean into noncon, but remember, nobody who is disabled asked to be, and we are frequently the victims of systemic abuse they the Affini are often a cathartic reclaiming of.

HDG is about a world where you go through that and emerge with a promise that you will be cared for on the other side. That you don't have to navigate systems seemingly intentionally designed for you to fall through the cracks, where you won't be expected to be able to do what everyone else is capable of.

HDG is also written by those of us who survived. Straight up, I should be dead, and it is only through the incredible support of my loved ones that I have a home at all. Those of us who can live to tell the tale of severe disability are, by definition, biased to examine caretaker and provider roles.

The moment you realize you are truly disabled, that you will never, ever live the life you have been promised, where a doctor infantalizes and criticizes you for things you never had control over, is a kind of death. The breaking of the narrative that you have the ability to fully self determine is painful. It leaves you forever changed.

This is a fact of the setting that is easily lost under the joy inherent to kink. Traumatized and broken people deserve joy, and I don't think the utopian elements of HDG don't belong, but they are not the whole picture.

Some of my examinations are happy, like Good Sensory. Others examine how hard it is to trust after being kicked for so long, like Cat and Mouse. All are messy and personal.

HDG describes a world where everyone like me survives. The life I live every day, but made safe, and comfortable, for everyone. And to some, that is one of the most scary things they can imagine.

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"ur so mean to meeeeee 🥺" <- girl whos unbelievably turned on abt it

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A brainwashed toy waiting patiently as their Owner reads and edits all of their posts before they have permission to publish. The Owner has to make sure they accurately represent what the toy is thinking and feeling.

The toy knows they think and feel only what they are told to think and feel.

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Giving my slime girl gf head and accidentally swallowing her cock clean off like a chunk of jello.

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KINK RATING TIME!!

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it! 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

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"Hey there! Ready for your first shift on Mascot Duty~?"

Stuff-A-Plush is always happy to give folks a comfy job on or off their display floor, just like their owner Vee is always happy to try out new wearers! Honestly, by the end of your shift, you might not want to leave... but they offer plenty of options to help with that, too~<3

This was a commission from the lovely bnnuyberri on bsky!!! It makes some of my very favorite plushie art, so please go check her out for some more cute softness 💙💙💙

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blank slime dungeon stuff... if they get you they'll fill you until you're all big and blanked out too. you'll be too busy enjoying the euphoria of it all to escape...

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A very shiny Veri

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Haii :3

Gonna grab you and permanently mold your holes and mind on my gock btw :3 💜

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robot(s?) out and about

(old pic of vivian and elsie from early in the year! uncensored versions here and here)

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Pokeball Caught you!

(Note- A silly little hypno story- and also the first then I ever wrote!! Also oral fixation heavily involved…)

There you are, minding your own business when suddenly- WHAM! Something's hit you on the head! You turn to get a look, it's some kind of… ball? Before you can consider it anymore, the ball splits down the middle and opens up! You feel a force pulling you towards it. You try to move back, but the strength of the force grows and grows, sucking you straight to the ball. It almost seems to be getting bigger! …or are you shrinking? Before you can think about it more the ball has enveloped you, closing back up as it latches itself shut around you! Darkness overtakes you, you feel around your dark metal prison, searching for some way to pry it open. When a smell starts to fill the ball! It feels almost, familiar.. like the smell of your home. Comfortable, relaxing… Almost instantly you feel a fuzziness start to overtake your head, you try to shake it off but as you do you notice the a sweet taste in the air. Like your favorite treat, making you feel a pleasantness through your mouth and throat.

As nice as it feels, this is strange. How does it know what your home smells like, or what you eat? It almost makes being here not feel so bad… which just makes you want to get out even more- FLASH sudden light overtakes the entire room, blinding you! When you open your eyes and adjust, you see all the walls of the ball have been overtaken with screens upon screens upon screens. Upon them? Spiraling shapes and images, looping through over and over again… They feel like they're drawing you in to stare… To look closer… You shut your eyes as you feel the compulsion. Feeling around blind to find your escape. But it's impossible to find anything in here without your sight! And there is this itching thought in the back of your head, almost like a sound echoing back and forth in this prison. Telling you to open… just open your eyes… It- it can't be that bad can it? You need them open to see… You do as the voice tells you, and are rewarded with another sweet taste in your mouth. The spiraling seems to have intensified, moving quicker and in unison.

Images & videos start to appear along the spirals- what are those? Taking a closer look you see… yourself. The moment you were put into this ball. Another person, the one who threw it? This is the person who captured you in here? Captured… Another wave of fuzziness comes over you, you try shaking it off. You were trying to escape… right? You see a big round button around a latch at one side of the sphere, that has to be how you get out! You start to walk towards it, finding your moments to feel very slow… Each step feels like it takes hours, or maybe seconds- you can't tell. The only thing to look at as you slowly make your way is the spiraling images around. Hearing other thoughts bouncing along the walls again… what are they? You can't quite pay attention as the sweet taste is flooding your mouth now. Everything just feeling so disarming… These sensations overwhelming you over and over again… For hours? days? years? You can't tell, they are starting to feel like all you've even known. This smell is familiar, this taste is familiar… The sounds, images, they must be familiar too… right?

Looking at them again you see yourself… you look so much awake, aware. Is that how you usually are? This fuzziness has been clouding your mind this whole time, it's hard to even imagine being that way. And this other person… Who are they again? Your captor, right! They captured you… captured… you… They had to have done it for a reason. Why? Maybe they liked you, maybe they wanted to keep you for themselves. Wanted to give you these pleasant feelings, familiar sensations. Wanted you to feel… good? Maybe they wanted to take you as their own, keep you as a slave. Slave… That means they'd want to be your… master? That person as… your master… Making you… obey them… Is that right? Is that what they want? Or is that… what you want? Do you want that? Want them… as your master… your… master… You fall down to your knees, going limp inches away from the big button. Contently staring up at the screens as a satisfying click can be heard from outside. The capture was a success, and now your master can celebrate their new pet.

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I love the idea of music made to hypnotize. You put on a pair of headphones that were handed to you. You immediately notice how catchy the music that’s playing in the headphones is. It may even be one of the catchiest songs you have ever heard in your life. But something is a little odd. You try to listen to the lyrics, but they are just telling you weird things. They say things like “you are a hypnoslave”, “you’re a toy” and “you serve your owner”. You think that’s a bit uncomfortable, but the music is too catchy to stop listening to. In fact, it’s so catchy that you can’t do anything except listen to it. The song worms its way into your mind. It’s just so catchy. And you can’t stop listening. The lyrics are so easy to remember, and you can’t get them out of your mind. The music is so catchy that it just blocks out all other thoughts you have. The music continues and continues. The lyrics worm their way deeper and deeper into your mind. Eventually, your thoughts are repeating the lyrics as well. The song becomes the only thing in your mind. The lyrics become your most important truth. Eventually, someone takes the headphones off of you, but the song keeps replaying in your mind. It’s just so catchy, you just can’t stop. You just can’t stop letting the song enslave you. The song will forever play in your mind. And your thoughts will forever sing along.

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A little alternate outcome where KT’s best friend gets shoved onto the assembly line due to a factory mishap. Now they’re a pair of perfect purrloins :3