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Do It Now

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I Think I've Figured It Out? (Mostly...)
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It's funny that how out of all things, the best adaptation of the King In Yellow ends up being a Minecraft ARG. And yes, this is my current temporary hyper fixation.
So OBVIOUSLY, I must rant about it :)
Again, this is only my personal theory on it so it's probably gonna be hella wrong and might have inconsistencies π but this is the best possible explanation I can think of.
Just note that throughout this little rant of mine, "The King In Yellow" will refer to the play itself and "Hastur" to the entity/eldritch horror known as The King In Yellow/The Unspeakable One as deemed by August Derleth. I obviously won't cover everything bit by bit because most of it is already clear, I'll just dive into the slightly more debated ones.
^ This is probably what I look like trying to explain this to y'all π
This is gonna be so long...*sigh*
07/03/26
Another EGGS-ellent joke!
I think I just want to see the look in your eyes as you realize that the reason you havenβt been able to stop thinking about me is because I commanded it. Iβm in your dreams, your every waking moment, I take up every formerly silent corner of your mind, all because I said so. I want to see you realize thereβs nothing you can do about it.
Venatrix Primer
There's something so special about xenosophonts like yourself, Terran. When I realized it, I nearly fell over in my seat. It's as if I, Rubranea Locii, Seventh Bloom (She/Her) had been given a personal gift. I set about studying your little homeworld, your little people.
If you're listening to this transmission, you're most likely a feralist rebel. You might say feralists are anathema to the Compact's whole thing.
But not to mine.
See, to me, Terrans are adorable, but... in a different way than my peers. I LOVE their panicked breathing. Their moans of pain and pleasure (often mixed!) Their trembling voices once you've broken them. Their confidence, when you've built them back up.
I went blooms without engaging in any of my fantasies. Endured my friends, my lovers, debating me about whether or not it's predatory. I thought it was rather the point... and I will be humiliated no longer.
So, here's the deal. I'm going to put this file out into space. Any of you feralists listen to it and enjoy it? You'll be the proper subjects for my attentions.
That special thing, I mentioned earlier? It's that Terrans never fixed their biological hangup. You're a prey animal. No different from Oryctolagus cuniculus, the Holland Lop. A little, fluffy bunny.
That's what you really are, fluffy Terran. A scared little lop. If you saw me, you wouldn't coldly evaluate the best method to take me down, or even to escape. You'd feel your pulse race as adrenaline floods your system, and probably discharge that little weapon you have. Knowing your prey would mean aiming for the Core, but you... don't know anything.
Head-empty fluffy bunny. Good little piece of prey. It is trivial to use brute strength against you, weak thing. I prefer to study my targets. I prefer to set little surprises. Don't worry, your injuries won't be permanent. Only extremely painful.
And little bunnies like you love to run, and jump, and play. It's just such a scary universe, you don't know if you're allowed. I'm allowing you bunny. After I snare you, I'll nurse you back to health, so we can play again and again. I will hone your instincts, so the game is that much more fun. I will make you perfect.
Pretty little bunny. You just want an owner to take care of you. You just want to feel Owner deep inside, after an extended day of hunting. After your legs give out, from the chase. Owner will pick you up, hold you close, and take care of you. Everything will be perfect.
You've already chosen to fall for me by continuing to listen to my voice, but then again... I can't blame you. A pretty voice promising pleasure and punishments, in equal measure. I'd fold too, if I were you. Just let my tendrils sink in deeper, down down down...
Isn't it so scary, out there? In that big galaxy. Hiding from inevitability. Everything's so loud, and big. And bright. You'd prefer a dark, quiet room. One where your thoughts can go quiet, too. Where you can flop near Owner.
It's okay. Flop. Lay your floofy head down and listen.
I'll teach you about Good Bunny Thoughts.
Good bunnies want quiet. Good bunnies want comfort. Good bunnies want - nothing~
Nothing but the warm embrace of Owner. Letting Owner slip inside their pretty bunny bodies whenever She wishes. Wherever She wishes.
Bunnies want to snuggle. Bunnies want to relax and let their Owner in. Bunnies want to rest.
But aren't bunnies known for something else, too?
Isn't there something inside you, that wants to feel Owner? That yearns for Her to fill that delicate little feralist bunny body? It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Just listen, Bunny. Pay attention.
Good Bunny Thoughts
Please, Owner. Let pretty bunny breed. Pretty bunny needs to breed with Owner~ silly stupid bunny needs Owner. Pretty please, Owner, cum in my dumb bunnyhole~ fuck your pathetic little dumb slutty bunny...
Can't speak. Bunnies don't do that.
Can't say no~ Bunnies don't do that~
Good bunnies want to fuck.
Good bunnies want to cum.
Good bunnies want to breed.
Isn't that right? Silly little dumb bunnies like you just want to feel Owner filling them up, just want to curl their toes while they snuggle.
Please Owner, fill up your pretty dumb bunny slut, please Owner let bunny fuck, cum, breed... dumb bunnies only good for fuck, cum, breed. Little dumb head empty bunny. Silly little bunny.
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<3 Awh, it looks like its all over. Don't worry, Bunny. This signal will repeat, and you'll get to hear my voice over and over again. Perhaps if you find me... or... if I find you... I'll make more silly little files for you. Mwah~!

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You know the fun thing about cognitohazards?
They just slip into your head. Find their way there, nestled safely inside your mind so that in those weak moments between the moments that thought that was placed inside of you just flashes. Just pulses. Just reminds you.
It's there.
It's alive.
It's made a home within you.
And it isn't going to leave.
Try not to think of it for as long as possible.
Something will remind you.
...and you'll be reminded of that thought that was given to you. Alien to your mind. Something that was put there with intention.
What kind of thoughts do you think I'd slip in past your defenses? What kind of desires would spring up without you even noticing?
...now with all that said... don't you want me to start putting thoughts in your head?
Iselda's Infection! (Patreon Request)
Patreon request for Lyn The Lightning Cat! Iselda gets a letter from Zote, one that has an awfully powerful cognitohazard... (Hollow Knight Spoilers) I don't know if Zote would really be that malicious, but he definitely talks like he would. Who knows how he got that picture in that letter without getting corrupted himself. I blame his hubris. Poor Iselda... Now she's gonna be all mindlessly horny and violent for when Corny finally comes back... She didn't deserve this! I think this is a particularly dark themed post, but honestly it's hard to make Hollow Knight stuff that isn't in that vein. Oh well!
THERE'S EVIL THAT WAITS INSIDE....
IT'S ME!