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[confused-wanderer]

Alfred is badass and has unuasual skills even for a batfam member.

Inspired by pandaredd’s skit where Alfred says “Bond wishes he was me”

The man is the caretaker of the bat family, he has raised every damn member, and has seen more than his fair share of wars, doomsdays and worse. He is a butler. And god knows what else in the spare time. All I imagine is that if a teenage Bruce looks up at Alfred and whispers he wants to train, Alfred might be the one who gives him contacts.

Alfred:

Bruce:

Alfred: .. wait here master Bruce, I know you won’t even listen to what I’m saying so I will let you learn the arts. Only under one condition though, I choose your trainers

Teenage Bruce: Alfred, whom would you-

Alfred *already on the phone* : Hello there Lee

Teenage Bruce *wide eyes* *mouthing* : Rock Lee??

Alfred *scoffing* : what world do you think we live in! Be more realistic Master Bruce.

Bruce: .. so who is it?

Alfred: Bruce Lee.

The scariest thing about the butler is that he will take you apart in less than a blow, and he doesn’t even need weapons. He will however use them just for fun.He can still hear if Bruce or any of the batfamily sneaks around, he’s been the only one who somehow knew Cass was in the room and offered her snacks while she was hanging upside down from the ceiling in the pitch black and overall has better instincts to locate any of them in the mansion than a GPS tracking system.

When supervillains, nosy reporters or even crooks try to break into the Manor, the fact that no one installed a security system should’ve really been a warning point that the Waynes had other.. deadlier security.

By the time Jason comes home he sees Alfred cleaning up the carpet, but doesn’t miss the wrinkled edge of the sleeve. It is only then when he looks to the other room and the criminals are all sitting in time out, each a truly remarkable shade of blue, black purple and green he’s never seen in real life. And none of them were even bleeding.

Alfred also has insanely fast reflexes. And to everyone surprise, he is an bloody good shot. Green arrow was once testing out a new arrow and it accidentally whizzed past the target and almost hit the cat when out of nowhere Alfred caught it and snapped it with one hand. And then proceeded to borrow a pistol and shoot the target while walking to the other side of the room, not even sparing a glance at the bullseye he had hit. All the while holding a tray of glass bottles that hadn’t moved a single inch.

He’s given advice to Jason on how to make explosives out of everything and nothing, taught Dick how to cut a tree in half with one kick, showed Stephanie how to always win Russian Roulette, guided Damian on how to break bones without ever leaving traces, taught Tim how to mimic someone’s voice and be scarily accurate, and so much more. Once on live television the world saw Alfred eat three cookies and refuse to pass them to Bruce Wayne before saying “They’ve been poisoned” and throwing them away. A few people swear they heard him mouth “bloody amateurs” afterwards and he insisted he was fine, stating that he was already “used to it.”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

And that is why the bat cave is a safer option for batman’s enemies than the mansion. Because if you were caught by the butler, just know that god has already forsaken you.

[chaysreality222]

⊹₊*:ଓ ˖˚⊹

୭ৎ 𝐌𝓨 𝐖𝓐𝐈𝐓𝓘𝐍𝓖  𝓡𝐎𝓞𝐌 𝓓𝐑 ୭ৎ

𝐈. 𝐃ℰ𝒮𝐂ℛℐ𝐏𝒯𝐈𝒪𝐍 . . .

my waiting room dr is a planet that inhabits one island. it's a place for me to be at peace in my own lonesome, as well as a pit stop from this dr to another! no one else exists in this dr except me, along with wildlife that inhabit the island and surrounding water.

𝐈𝐈. ℒ𝐎𝒞𝒜𝐓ℐ𝐎𝒩𝐒 . . .

"the cave" aka my home

within the white caves on the side of my island is where my home resides. a room with a natural pool that opens up to the ocean, as well as a living-room and kitchen that opens up to the ocean as well. the lower level of my cave (basically basement-ish) is where i have portals to my other drs!

the main beach

there is different locations of beaches i can go to on my island! but of course, this main one is where i go to surf, swim, see the wild horses, etc.

the stables

outside the entrance to my home is a small stable area. it's where i take care of the wild horses on the island, especially this one special white horse where i have a connection with! they aren't conformed to this stables whatsoever, and are free to roam as they please.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝒱𝐈𝒮𝐔𝒜𝐋𝒮 . . .

𝐈𝐕. ���ℰ𝐂ℰ𝐒𝒮𝐈𝐓ℐℰ𝐒 . . .

my manifestation journal

this journal is strictly for manifesting! i can find this journal amongst my books on the bookshelf in my living-room. i can manifest anything for any reality. i'll mostly be using the journal to manifest things for my original reality though.

digital clock

this clock shows me the time it is in the dr and my original reality! it also shows me the time i've spent in my DR compared to my OR. basically a way for me to keep track of the time so i know exactly when to shift back.

pc setup

i love playing video games! so this pc will have every game i want to play installed on to it as well as any and all game-passes. especially unlimited money fr. it's not only for games though, i can access my scripts or watch on it too.

𝐕. 𝐄𝒳𝐓ℛ𝒜 . . .

𖦹 it's always summer in my dr.

𖦹 night time doesn't exist but the sun still sets and rises.

𖦹 i don't get sunburn. (i'm gonna be out in the sun a lot fr).

𖦹 there's a sound system that runs throughout the entire cave that is hooked up to my phone so that i can play songs off my playlists.

𖦹 the boat i have in my dr is connected to my phone so that i can be able to control it from there. it also has a gps system so i can put in where i want to go, and it will take me without me having to steer it.

𖦹 i have fresh fruits in my fridge that is always accessible and never goes bad. (i love fruit so much! having a fruit platter after a swim or a surf session would be amazing).

𖦹 my bookshelf in my living-room is full of books i'd actually enjoy and read. (high fantasy with pure romance, lessons pertaining to my life that would help me grow as a person, and quotes that would have me question life itself) basically, meaningful fictional books that would always stick with me the rest of my life.

𖦹 i have access to all streaming services on my phone so i could watch anything and everything that i want.

i'm officially back from the shifting break! this is just a brief rundown of what i have scripted for this dr. i'm really excited to swim and surf there, even just being able to be there. wish me luck <3 happy shifting!

xoxo, c!

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[twistedheartsclub]

Her Bodyguard- Male Yandere X Fem Reader PT2

⚠️ Content Warnings: age gap · grooming · obsession · stalking · manipulation · emotional control · power imbalance · noncon/dubcon · virginity kink · surveillance (hidden cameras, tracking) · forced dependence · isolation · possessiveness · controlling behavior · jealousy · threats · trauma · psychological abuse · blurred consent · unhealthy attachment · dark romance themes

His name? Dario Vuković

• Dario – sleek, masculine, commanding.

• Vuković – means “son of the wolf,” and oh, does it suit him.

He was a former special forces operative, handpicked by her father not just for his skill—but because he’s loyal. Deadly. Quiet. And completely untouchable. Or so they thought.

But the moment he met Y/N—sweet, quiet, untouched—he was ruined. He trained himself to wait. To protect. To watch. And when she turned 18, the line began to blur. By 19? He wasn’t protecting her anymore. He was claiming her.

He’s already:

• Planted hidden cameras in her room and bathroom.

• Cloned her phone so he sees every message, every photo.

• Installed GPS trackers in her purse, car, shoes.

• Watches her while she sleeps—and sometimes, when she stirs, his breath is warm on her neck and she thinks she dreamed a kiss.

But she’s starting to notice.

PART ONE

The guard outside the east wing door yawned once before collapsing in a heavy heap, the sedative already flooding his system.

Dario stepped over him without looking.

He passed the next hallway—another guard slumped against the wall, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. No struggle. No noise.

Guns were too loud. His blades were cleaner.

Zadie’s room glowed under the crack of the bathroom door. Shower running.

Perfect.

He turned left.

Y/N’s room.

He didn’t knock.

He slipped in.

She was at her desk.

Back turned.

Headphones in.

Soft music playing—something sad, slow. Of course.

His bride was grieving the freedom she never really had.

His fingers itched.

He moved like a shadow.

Then—

One hand gripped her hip.

The other clamped over her mouth.

She froze.

He felt her scream against his palm.

She tried to twist, but he pressed her into the chair, holding her there like an animal in a trap.

She shook.

She cried.

And God help him, it made him hard.

“You were really going to leave me,” he thought.

“After everything I’ve given you. After all I’ve done to make you mine.”

He wanted to beat her. Drag her by the hair. Make her suffer.

But not yet.

There’d be time.

Time for punishment.

Time to mold her into exactly what she was meant to be.

Tonight? He just needed her unconscious.

He slipped the cloth from his pocket—drenched in the special blend his contact sent from Eastern Europe. Not quite chloroform. Quieter. Faster. Cleaner.

Her eyes widened when she saw it.

Too late.

He forced it to her face.

She writhed, tears flooding her cheeks, her nails scratching at his arms, begging.

But he held her still.

Her body went limp in his arms within seconds.

He cradled her.

Lifted her.

Pressed a kiss to her hair.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered.

He carried her through the halls like a man holding a sleeping child.

No one stopped him.

They were all asleep.

Useless.

The car waited at the gate.

No license plates. Windows tinted black.

He slid inside with her in his lap, tucking her against his chest like she was fragile. Breakable.

She was.

He whispered to the driver. “Home.”

The gates opened.

And behind them, the mansion slept—silent.

By the time Zadie stepped out of the shower…

Her sister was already gone.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open to sunlight.

Warm. Still.

She blinked slowly, her body heavy, head fogged.

The room around her was beautiful. Pale cream walls. Gold trim. White lace curtains swaying from an open window. Everything smelled like lavender and honey.

Not her room.

Not her home.

Not safe.

She sat up sharply—too fast—and a hand caught her shoulder.

“Easy, draga.”

Y/N froze.

A woman sat beside her bed—tall, elegant, older. Steel-gray hair twisted into a tight braid. Sharp cheekbones. Piercing eyes that softened just enough to disarm.

Dario’s mother.

Behind her stood two girls—young teens, quiet and obedient. Dressed in soft beige linen. Matching braids.

Daughters?

No—sisters.

His sisters.

They smiled at her, timid but curious. Like she was a painting they’d been shown a thousand times but never touched.

“You are safe,” his mother said. “He brought you home.”

Y/N shook her head, trembling. “No… no, please—”

“Shhh.” A hand brushed her hair back. “There is no need to cry.”

Tears were already slipping down Y/N’s cheeks.

“You’re beautiful,” the woman said softly. “Even like this. My son chose well.”

They led her down the hall barefoot, too dazed to fight.

The bathroom was filled with steam and soft candlelight. Rose petals floated in the tub. A long linen dress hung on the door.

She was stripped carefully by the girls. Bathed. Her bruises hidden under warm oils. Her hair washed. Dried. Combed until it gleamed.

Not a single harsh word. Only soft hums and soothing touches.

And then—dressed.

A pale blue gown with lace sleeves. High collar. Modest. Innocent.

Her makeup was done lightly.

Soft blush. Pale lips. Eyes dusted in gold.

Just how he liked her.

She sat in the velvet chair as his mother pinned pearls into her hair.

“You don’t understand now,” she said quietly. “But you will.”

Y/N didn’t speak.

“Your father has secrets,” the woman continued. “Dario has protected him for years. Cleaned things up. Made men disappear to protect your name.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“You think he’s the villain,” she said. “But he’s the reason you’re still breathing.”

Y/N looked at her, tears sliding silently.

The woman held her face gently. “You will marry him. For your family. For your safety. For peace.”

Then she stepped back.

“You should want to marry your savior.”

Y/N sat frozen before the floor-length mirror.

The girls stood behind her, perfect little sentinels.

His mother to the side, quiet now.

And in the reflection—

She didn’t look afraid.

She looked… bridal.

Her hands folded in her lap.

Her lips pressed tight.

Tears slipped down her cheeks—but her body didn’t move.

She stared at herself.

At the girl who let this happen.

At the girl who had to choose.

And she whispered,

“For my family.”

Again, a little louder.

“For my family.”

The lie stuck in her throat like sugar-drenched poison.

And she smiled—just barely—because she had to.

Because if she didn’t, she might scream.

The home was vast—old stone, sunlit windows, heavy wooden doors that clicked shut a little too tightly. There were no locks on the inside. Not for her.

Y/N stayed quiet.

The girls stayed with her—one on each side, guiding her through the daily rituals like she was already one of them.

“My name is Anja,” said the taller one with soft hazel eyes and steady hands.

“And I’m Mila,” said the younger, who never stopped smiling.

“We’re his sisters. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “And your mother…?”

“She is Majka,” Anja said proudly.

“She keeps the house. She keeps us.”

Their religion was old. Traditional. Foreign but rooted in something fierce and binding. They wore crosses etched with strange symbols. Prayed at dusk, barefoot. Spoke blessings in hushed voices over their food.

Y/N learned to sit beside them at meals. Learned the way they held hands before soup. Mila braided her hair again. Added delicate pearl beads.

“You’re very lucky,” Mila said with a little giggle. “Dario has never wanted anyone before.”

“He’s waited his whole life for this,” Anja added, with a gentleness that made Y/N want to cry.

And Y/N smiled because they were trying. Because they didn’t see the horror she was living in.

And because… maybe it was safer to pretend.

That evening, Majka entered her room again, holding a folded white gown.

“The wedding is in two days,” she said softly.

Y/N’s chest tightened.

Majka sat beside her and took her hand. “You are frightened. I understand. But my son is a good man, in the ways that matter. He has given everything for us.”

Y/N stared at her lap.

“You will be safe. That is more than many women get.”

And then the door clicked behind her.

Locked.

Dario’s POV –

Dario stood in the hallway outside her door.

She smelled like roses now.

Her hair was braided the way he liked. Soft makeup. Bare shoulders.

She looked like a bride.

He opened the door without knocking.

Y/N flinched, stepping back instinctively.

He didn’t speak at first. Just looked.

She was perfect.

His.

“You’ve accepted it,” he said softly, closing the door behind him.

“No,” she whispered, backing up. “I haven’t.”

His eyes darkened.

He moved in a flash—grabbed her wrist, yanked her to the vanity. She stumbled, caught herself, breath catching in her throat.

He spun her to face the mirror.

“Look,” he hissed, fingers in her hair. “You think you’re fooling me? With your fake little smiles and obedient posture?”

He yanked the braid—hard. The beads snapped and clattered to the floor like scattered pearls.

“Dario—”

His hand covered her mouth.

“Shhh. My sisters worked hard to make you beautiful. Let me enjoy it.”

He shoved her against the edge of the vanity, pressing his hips to her back. His teeth scraped her shoulder, then bit down—hard. She whimpered into his palm.

“You smell like belonging,” he murmured. “Like my house. My name. My wife.”

She sobbed.

He let her go just enough to wipe a tear from her cheek with his thumb, his voice almost tender now.

“I can’t wait,” he whispered, “to take you on our wedding night.”

Her knees buckled.

He caught her.

Carried her to the bed like something sacred.

Laid her down like a possession.

And before he left, he kissed her temple and said,

“You’ll thank me one day.”

The door locked behind him.

Y/N sat still as Mila gently parted her hair, fingers careful and reverent. Anja sat at her feet, painting her nails a delicate blush pink.

“You’ll wear white,” Mila whispered. “Like tradition. And the veil will be threaded with gold. Only the first bride wears gold.”

Y/N blinked. “The first?”

They exchanged a look.

And Anja leaned closer, voice lower now. “Dario was married once.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

“She was older,” Mila said. “Beautiful. Majka picked her. She wanted him.”

“She adored him,” Anja added. “She used to dance in the garden barefoot. She sang while she cleaned. Dario loved her.”

Y/N swallowed. “What happened?”

Silence.

Then Anja said, “She died. While he was gone. On a mission, before he quit that life. He came back and found her…”

Mila lowered her head. “There was blood.”

Y/N stared, cold creeping up her spine.

“He doesn’t talk about her,” Anja whispered. “You’re not allowed to ask. But that’s why he’s so… protective now. He won’t lose someone again.”

Before Y/N could speak, the door slammed open.

Majka entered like a storm in silk.

“What are you two saying to her?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “Get up. Now.”

The girls jumped, eyes wide. “We—we were just—”

“I said finish. Quickly. And go.”

They hurried to tie off the braid, fix the curls, brush powder over Y/N’s face.

Majka stepped closer.

Her eyes were hard now. “You’re being given a gift. A place in this house. You will not make the same mistakes the last bride made.”

Y/N’s lips parted, but she couldn’t form words.

Majka leaned in, voice low, threatening. “If you try to run again, I’ll tie the knots myself. And you won’t leave this house unless it’s in the ground.”

Y/N’s chest heaved.

The girls finished. Bowed. Left without another word.

And Majka lingered in the doorway.

“You don’t have to love him,” she said. “But you will obey him.”

Then she was gone.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror.

The dress lay across the bed behind her. Silk. Gold-threaded veil beside it.

She stared at herself. At the braids. The soft pink lips. The sweet flush on her cheeks.

And she saw the lie.

She lunged toward the bed.

Clawed at the gown.

Threw it to the floor.

Tried to rip it apart—tear it down—but the fabric held strong, too expensive, too well-made.

She fell to her knees and screamed into the folds of it.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want this—”

But the walls didn’t answer.

Only silence.

Only the soft ticking of the clock above the door.

Counting down.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a pale robe, her hands folded in her lap like a child in mourning. Her gown was hanging again, untouched, ironed to perfection.

The door opened.

She didn’t look up.

She didn’t need to.

The air shifted the moment he entered.

Dario stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him. He took slow, measured steps toward her and stopped only when he was inches away.

“You haven’t tried to run today,” he said calmly.

Y/N said nothing.

He crouched beside her, tilting his head. “You look tired.”

“I didn’t sleep,” she whispered.

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Tonight, you will.”

Her throat tightened.

He rose to his feet and pulled something from his pocket.

A thin band of gold. A delicate, traditional wedding necklace, not a ring.

“I chose this myself,” he said. “So everyone sees who you belong to.”

He leaned down, clasping it around her neck. Fingers warm, grazing her collarbone.

Then he whispered against her cheek, “I want children soon.”

Y/N flinched.

Dario pulled back, smiling faintly. “A little girl. With your eyes. Or maybe a boy who learns to keep you in line.”

She couldn’t breathe.

“You’ll be a beautiful mother,” he said, straightening. “I’ve waited long enough. You’ve bled long enough. There’s no excuse now.”

Her vision blurred with tears.

And he bent down once more to kiss the top of her head like a blessing before walking out without another word.

Majka stood silently in the doorway of the side corridor, watching from the shadows as the seamstresses adjusted the gown on Y/N’s trembling body.

She was beautiful.

Perfect.

Quiet.

Obedient.

She saw the way Y/N flinched when touched.

The way her fingers clutched the lace at her waist.

She saw the brokenness blooming.

It was familiar.

The same way she had looked the day her wedding necklace was fastened for the first time.

But Majka didn’t stop it.

Her son had bled for this. Had sacrificed his soul and his body to keep them warm, fed, alive.

She owed him this.

Even if it cost the girl everything.

The private chapel was drenched in candlelight. Simple. Intimate.

Mila and Anja stood at the altar, silent and glowing.

Majka sat in the first row, back straight, eyes hard.

Dario waited under the arch—tall, powerful, immaculate in a black suit with a golden cuff at his throat.

Y/N’s steps were slow.

The veil fluttered over her face like a shroud.

She couldn’t feel her feet.

Couldn’t feel anything except the crushing silence of everyone watching her surrender.

The music stopped.

She stepped beside him.

His hand took hers.

Possessive.

Unyielding.

When the officiant said, “Do you take this man—”

She hesitated.

Just a second.

But his thumb dug into the pulse point on her wrist.

A silent warning.

“I do,” she whispered.

The crowd exhaled.

And Dario smiled like a king.

The room was dark.

Golden candlelight flickered across the walls. Shadows danced over silk sheets and the pale outline of a wedding dress in a pile on the floor.

Y/N stood in the center of the room, arms crossed over her chest, still in the white slip they’d dressed her in under the gown. Her hands trembled.

The door opened behind her.

She didn’t turn.

She couldn’t.

Dario’s steps were soft, but she felt them like thunder.

“Wife,” he murmured behind her, voice low. Warm. Deadly. “You look like a ghost.”

“I won’t do this,” she whispered.

He smiled—she heard it in his voice. “You already did. You said ‘I do.’ You walked down the aisle. You smiled in the photos.”

“I didn’t mean it—”

“I don’t care.”

He stepped closer, and she spun around, fists pounding against his chest. “Back off! I hate you—I hate you, I hate you—”

His hands caught her wrists and slammed her back against the edge of the bed.

She screamed.

“Let me go!”

But he didn’t.

He climbed on top of her, dragging her wrists above her head with one hand and cupping her thigh with the other. She squirmed beneath him, legs kicking, sobs clawing up her throat.

“I’ve waited,” he growled. “I let you cry. I let you grieve your little life.”

He bit her neck—hard—and she gasped, trying to turn away.

“No more waiting.”

He tore the slip down the middle, exposing her chest, her stomach—her shame.

She sobbed harder.

“Please don’t—please—”

But his fingers were already between her thighs.

She jerked, humiliated, trying to close her legs.

“You’re already wet,” he whispered against her ear. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not—I don’t want—”

He spread her anyway.

And pushed inside.

She screamed.

Tears flooded her cheeks. She bucked beneath him, nails digging at his shoulders.

“NO—”

He grunted, groaned, mouth against her throat. “Take it. Take it like a good wife.”

Every thrust was a violation.

Every moan she tried to hide—he noticed.

“You hate me,” he whispered. “Say it.”

She choked. “I hate you.”

He smiled.

“Good. That’s real. I’ll fuck the hate out of you, sweetheart.”

He slammed deeper.

She cried so hard her voice broke.

Her body betrayed her—tightening, reacting, aching against her will.

He felt it.

And groaned.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Y/N lay limp against the sheets, covered in bruises, lips swollen from his kisses—his bites.

Her thighs burned. Her wrists ached.

And he held her like a lover now.

His mouth brushed her temple.

“You’ll make a beautiful mother.”

She sobbed.

But he just smiled, curled around her like a beast guarding his prize

Sometime after the assault, Y/N finally slipped into sleep.

A dream.

Running barefoot down a hall, doors locked, her veil dragging behind her like a chain. She reached the edge of a cliff, wind in her hair, freedom in her grasp—

Then heat.

Wet.

Pressure.

She woke with a strangled gasp.

Dario was on top of her again.

His hand between her thighs. His mouth against her neck.

Already inside her.

“No—no, please,” she sobbed, trying to twist away.

“You’re so warm when you sleep,” he whispered, voice hoarse with arousal. “Your body’s starting to want me, even if your mouth lies.”

She cried harder.

He thrust deeper.

Sloppier.

Faster.

Like an animal in heat.

He came inside her.

Hard.

Again.

And again.

Every time she thought he was finished, he started again. Until her body was sore, trembling, dripping.

He collapsed beside her at last, panting.

Hand on her stomach.

“You’re going to give me everything,” he whispered.

Y/N tried.

Tried to wake early.

Tried to bathe alone.

Tried to pick her own food.

But Mila was always there in the morning.

Brushing her hair.

Pouring her tea.

Anja arranged her meals—warm foods, soft cheeses, boiled meats.

“Good for fertility,” they’d whisper, smiling.

When Y/N refused to eat, Majka appeared.

“You’ll try harder if you love your family,” she said simply. “This house is your duty now.”

Even her clothes were chosen—flowing dresses, light colors, things that hid the bruises and made her look soft. Maternal.

At dinner, the girls fed her.

Bit by bit.

“Eat this, Y/N.”

“Drink this.”

“Dario wants you healthy.”

She stopped fighting.

Stopped speaking.

Just swallowed.

Late one evening, Dario stood in Majka’s parlor, pacing.

“She’s still not conceiving,” he growled. “She bleeds. She cries. I know she’s not sick. I’ve bred horses with less effort.”

Majka sipped her tea.

“She is scared,” she said flatly. “Fear ruins the body. Closes it up. Makes it hostile.”

He stared at her. “So what?”

Majka looked up slowly. “So ease her.”

He tilted his head.

She set her cup down.

“There is a root. A powder. It calms. Softens. Opens.”

He raised a brow.

She continued, “Put it in her tea. One dose every evening. She’ll stop crying. She’ll sleep. Her body will open.”

Dario smiled.

“She’ll never know?”

“She’ll never remember.”

The cup was warm between her palms. Lightly sweet. Hints of honey and rose.

Y/N didn’t notice anything different at first.

She was too tired. Too far gone.

But ten minutes after her last sip, her limbs felt heavy. Warm. Her breath slowed. Her thoughts got fuzzy—like she was trying to run underwater.

Her body tingled.

Not fear.

Not pain.

Open.

She didn’t even flinch when the door creaked open.

Dario stepped in, already undoing the buttons of his shirt.

She watched him, eyelids half-lowered, heart slow but steady.

“Good girl,” he murmured when he saw her still in bed. “You’re learning.”

He dropped his shirt to the floor, the candlelight catching on his scars, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he crawled onto the bed.

She whispered something—he didn’t hear it.

Or didn’t care.

His hand trailed up her thigh, over her stomach, to the soft curve of her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple. She shivered.

“I love when you’re like this,” he breathed. “So soft. So quiet.”

She opened her mouth to beg, to say no—but his lips caught hers, tongue forcing in. His hand pushed between her thighs.

He groaned.

“You’re soaked,” he growled. “Your body knows you’re mine even when your brain won’t accept it.”

He lined himself up and pressed in slowly.

She whimpered, hips twitching, but she didn’t fight.

Couldn’t.

Her body welcomed him, and she hated it.

“Fuck,” he moaned into her neck. “You feel better every night. I swear—like your cunt was made for me.”

He rutted into her harder, mouth trailing to her collarbone, biting down—hard. She gasped, tears slipping down her cheeks.

He left marks everywhere—neck, shoulder, thigh. Dark bruises in the shape of teeth and hands.

“Say you’re mine,” he hissed.

She turned her face away.

He yanked her hair, pulling her mouth back to his. “Say it.”

“You… you’re mine,” she whispered, broken.

His moan was feral.

He came inside her with a deep grunt, hips jerking, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy, lips brushing her temple.

“You’ll carry me soon,” he whispered. “I can feel it.”

She laid there, legs still parted, sticky with him, and wept.

The next morning, she woke to Mila brushing her hair and Anja laying out a pale pink dress.

“She looked beautiful last night,” Mila whispered.

“I saw the marks on her neck,” Anja said. “He’s trying to seal her soul.”

“Do you think it worked?”

“She didn’t scream this time.”

Y/N stared at them in the mirror.

They smiled.

That afternoon, Y/N did something she hadn’t done in weeks.

She skipped her tea.

She let it sit, untouched, while Mila was busy with laundry.

That night, when Dario came to her, she refused to undress.

He noticed instantly.

“You didn’t drink it.”

Her jaw clenched.

“You think I won’t fuck you anyway?” he said softly, too softly.

She didn’t respond.

He struck fast—grabbing her hair, dragging her across the bed, face shoved into the mattress.

“You need to learn,” he snarled. “You think you can just stop obeying? After everything I’ve given you?”

He spanked her.

Hard.

Again.

And again.

Until her ass was red and raw, her legs trembling.

She sobbed.

“Please—please I’m sorry—”

He flipped her over and pushed inside her in one brutal thrust.

No foreplay.

No mercy.

Just raw punishment.

He growled with every thrust, hands pinning her wrists, mouth biting down her shoulder again and again.

“I own this body,” he whispered into her tears. “You don’t get to deny me. Not ever.”

She moaned without meaning to.

He noticed.

“Ohhh, you like it,” he snarled. “You filthy little liar.”

He didn’t stop until he came again, hard, deep, making sure it stayed inside her.

And when she went limp, sobbing into the sheets, he whispered:

“You’ll never skip again.”

The days blurred.

Her body ached constantly.

Her stomach turned when Mila brought certain foods. She cried at nothing. Slept too much.

And then she noticed the absence.

No blood.

Not even a spot.

Y/N stared at the folded sheets, her hands trembling.

She counted the days again.

It was late.

The door creaked open.

Mila peeked inside, holding a bowl of warm fruit and a steaming cup.

“Y/N?” she whispered. “You should eat. You’re carrying him now. You need to eat for two.”

Y/N stared at her.

The words didn’t register at first.

Then they slammed into her chest.

She shook her head. “No… no, I don’t know that yet—”

Mila smiled. “We always know.”

He didn’t wait for confirmation.

He didn’t need it.

The moment Mila told him, he snapped.

Y/N woke the next morning to find her closet changed—no tight clothes, no underwire, no dark colors.

Only soft cotton dresses.

Only pale blues, creams, and pinks.

Warm slippers. A new pillow for her back.

A footstool by the bed.

And then he arrived.

He sat beside her, shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled.

He cupped her face, kissed her forehead.

“You’re everything now,” he whispered. “You’ll rest. Eat. Sleep. Grow.”

She didn’t speak.

He fed her with his fingers.

Cut pieces of fruit. Pressed them to her lips.

“Say it,” he murmured.

She blinked, confused.

“Say you’ll carry my child. Say you want to.”

Tears welled in her eyes.

“I want to.”

“Louder.”

“I want to carry your child.”

He kissed her—hard.

Bit her lip. Made her bleed.

He licked it from her mouth like wine.

Later that week, Y/N sat on the porch wrapped in a shawl.

Mila and Anja sat beside her, drawing names in a little book.

“If it’s a boy, it should be Luka,” Mila said.

“No, Dario will want something stronger. Like Vuk,” Anja argued.

“And if it’s a girl—”

They both turned to Y/N expectantly.

She stared down at her hands.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

Anja touched her stomach gently. “You’ll know soon.”

That night, Y/N sat alone with Majka as her hair was brushed in silence.

The fire crackled.

Y/N finally spoke. “What happened to her?”

Majka paused.

“The first wife.”

Majka kept brushing.

“She didn’t give him children,” she said softly. “She said it was too soon. That she wasn’t ready.”

Y/N turned slightly. “What did he do?”

Majka’s voice never changed. “He waited. Patiently. For months. Until he realized she would never give herself to him.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

“She tried to escape. Made it to the woods. My husband found her.”

“…What did he do?”

“He held her down while Dario dragged her back.”

Y/N felt sick.

“She screamed for days after. Broke furniture. Bit him. He forgave her.”

Majka paused.

“But when he left on a mission, she tried again. This time, she didn’t make it far.”

Y/N turned to look at her.

“What happened?”

Majka met her eyes, calm.

“She died in the bath. Her wrists were open. But the blade was clean. Not a splash of blood outside the tub.”

Y/N blinked, horrified.

“She didn’t kill herself,” Majka whispered. “She couldn’t. She was too proud.”

Y/N’s lips parted. “You think Dario—?”

“I don’t think anything,” Majka said, rising. “I only know what I saw.”

She walked to the door and turned.

“Be wise, draga. You’re carrying now. He won’t let go. So don’t give him a reason to doubt you.”

The door shut.

And Y/N sat in silence, the soft throb of her stomach the only thing anchoring her in place.

The fire was crackling low.

Y/N lay on the bed in a soft nightgown—loose, pale ivory, her stomach just barely swelling beneath it.

Two months.

Dario knelt beside her.

Hands trailing slowly, reverently, over her curves.

“You’re glowing,” he murmured, brushing his lips over the swell of her belly. “You were made for this.”

She stared at the ceiling.

Still.

Silent.

“You don’t have to talk,” he said. “Your body says everything.”

He kissed her belly again.

Lower.

His mouth traced the hem of the gown. His hands slipped underneath, warm palms cupping her hips, her thighs, her future.

He moaned softly, pressing his cheek against her.

“Soon I’ll feel it kick,” he whispered. “Soon you’ll swell, and ache, and waddle—and I’ll still fuck you every night.”

He climbed up her body, kissed her throat, her lips, her breasts.

“You’re everything.”

She blinked.

A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

The house changed too.

Majka and the girls started giving her small tasks.

Folding linens.

Learning how to slice vegetables the “traditional way.”

Seasoning the broth just right.

They teased her when she got it wrong.

“You’ll poison the baby, Y/N,” Mila would laugh.

“No husband wants bland food,” Anja would add, poking her side.

They braided her hair and told her stories about their childhood.

They played soft music while she stirred soup.

They told her which herbs eased morning sickness.

Sometimes she laughed.

And hated herself for it.

Sometimes she smiled, then felt the ache of missing her father, her sister—Zadie.

That night, as she sat curled up in bed with her hands resting gently on her belly, she whispered into the dark:

“If I’m good… will you let me see my family?”

Dario didn’t answer right away.

He stepped out of the shadows slowly, shirt half-unbuttoned, watching her with hooded eyes.

“Come here,” he said.

She stood.

He sat at the edge of the bed, spread his thighs, and pulled her between them.

“Climb on,” he murmured.

“Now?”

“Now.”

She climbed onto his lap slowly, awkwardly, her soft belly pressing lightly against his abdomen. He slid the nightgown up around her waist and pulled her down onto him—deep, filling, unbearable.

She gasped.

He groaned.

“You want something from me?” he whispered, hands sliding up her sides. “Then earn it.”

He thrust up into her, slow and deep.

His hands found her breasts—fuller now, heavier—and he groaned again.

He pulled her forward and suckled, teeth teasing her nipple before moving to the other, wet mouth leaving bruises.

She moaned—quiet, ashamed—and held onto his shoulders as he fucked her from beneath.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Ride me. Work for it. Prove to me you want it.”

She moved for him.

She didn’t think.

Her body did what it had been trained to do.

He came hard inside her again, groaning into her chest, hands cradling her belly like it was already holding his heir.

And then, lips still wet from her breast, he looked up at her.

“I’ll have it arranged,” he said softly. “They’ll visit you here.”

Y/N closed her eyes.

Not freedom.

But a sliver of light in a locked room.

And she was learning to reach for that light—even if it burned.

SCENE: The Family Visit – Eyes Always Watching

The visit was carefully arranged. Controlled.

Y/N was bathed, dressed in a pale lavender dress, her hair curled and pinned with delicate pearl clips. Her growing belly was impossible to hide now—just starting to round out, resting beneath her soft apron as she set tea for the table.

Dario stood near the doorway.

Watching.

Smiling.

Not moving.

Zadie and their father were escorted in by guards. Both looked thinner. Tired. Hollow.

Y/N smiled, too wide, too bright.

“Zadie,” she whispered, voice breaking as they embraced.

“You look… beautiful,” Zadie said, choking back tears.

Their father kissed her forehead. Shook Dario’s hand. Smiled like he wasn’t dying inside.

Because Dario was still watching.

Because Dario had made himself untouchable.

Later, under the excuse of needing help in the garden, Y/N and Zadie were left alone for the first time in months. A guard nearby, but out of earshot.

They sat on a stone bench, Y/N rubbing her belly gently.

“I think he loves me,” she said softly.

Zadie turned to her, eyes wide. “Y/N…”

“I mean it,” she continued. “He talks to the baby. He feeds me. He makes sure I rest. I think… if I’m good, and I give them what they want, I might be able to visit you. To come home sometimes.”

Zadie’s hands reached for hers, trembling.

“If he loved you,” she whispered, “he wouldn’t have taken you. He wouldn’t have raped you.”

Y/N flinched. Looked away.

Zadie swallowed back the lump in her throat. “You’re cracking, Y/N. I can see it in your eyes.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes. “I just want peace. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

Zadie wept.

“I tried to stop him,” she whispered. “After he took you. I called the press. I begged Dad to go to the police.”

Y/N looked at her, frozen.

“But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Because Dario sent a letter.”

Zadie squeezed her sister’s hand hard. “It said if Dad made trouble—if anyone tried to take you from him—he’d ruin everything. Release the blackmail. Expose the crimes. Burn the estate to the ground. And he’d kill every single man they sent to come for you.”

Y/N’s tears spilled over.

Zadie leaned in. Pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I should’ve saved you.”

Y/N sobbed. “Maybe there’s nothing left to save.”

Y/N curled into herself beneath the sheets, eyes red and swollen, her cheeks damp from crying for hours. Her arms still ached from holding Zadie. Her chest felt hollow.

She barely heard the door open.

But she felt him.

Dario.

His presence wrapped around her before he even touched her. Slow steps. The faint scent of tobacco and skin. The whisper of the door shutting, locking.

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to gently brush a tear from her cheek.

“You miss them,” he said softly. “I know.”

Y/N didn’t answer.

He lifted the blanket and slid in behind her, his chest warm against her spine.

“They didn’t protect you,” he whispered. “I did.”

Her body trembled, but she didn’t pull away.

“You’re mine now,” he said gently, cupping her belly from behind. “You and the baby. I’ll never let anything hurt you again.”

She let out a soft sob.

And that broke something in him.

He rolled her onto her back and looked down at her face—wet, flushed, eyes glossy. Beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

“You’re so good when you’re sad,” he murmured. “So soft.”

He reached down, lifting her nightgown slowly.

She didn’t stop him.

Her legs parted with a shiver.

Her body already remembered the rhythm. The ache. The need.

He slid inside her slowly, inch by inch.

She gasped.

“Shhh,” he breathed. “Just let it happen.”

His hips rocked into hers in smooth, deliberate thrusts. He watched her—watched her struggle, watched her face twist between pain and pleasure.

Then—

She kissed him.

Soft at first.

Then deeper. Hungry. Needy.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. Her hips lifted to meet him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

She arched her back beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist, her nails dragging down his back.

“Dario,” she whimpered, eyes fluttering. “Oh my God—Dario—”

He bit her throat. Sucked a bruise over her pulse.

She cried out, moaning louder now, her sobs turning into breathy, shaky pleasure.

“It feels too good,” she whispered, trembling. “I hate how good it feels—”

He kissed her again. Sloppier now. Desperate.

“I’ll give you everything,” he groaned against her lips. “I’ll build you a palace. I’ll put our baby in your arms. I’ll ruin anyone who looks at you.”

She cried harder.

And still—kept riding him.

He held her close, fucked her slow and deep until she was shaking under him.

When he came, he buried himself to the hilt with a brutal groan, holding her down as his cock throbbed inside her.

He kissed her tears again.

“You belong to me,” he whispered. “And you love how it feels.”

Y/N said nothing.

But her legs were still wrapped around him.

The room was quiet.

Dario sat in his private lounge, a brandy in hand, a fire flickering beside him.

Zadie was here.

Down the hall.

Meeting with Y/N for the first time since she disappeared behind his walls.

And he’d allowed it.

He could have stopped it.

But he didn’t.

Because he didn’t need to.

His little wife wouldn’t run.

Not now.

Not after everything.

Across the estate, Y/N walked slowly through the lavender path where Zadie waited.

They embraced quietly.

Zadie was trembling. Hopeful. Desperate.

“We have a car,” she whispered. “It’s hidden past the trees. If you want out—I’ll take you. Tonight.”

Y/N stared at her.

Eyes calm.

“No,” she said softly.

Zadie blinked.

“What?”

Y/N held her hands in her own. “I need him.”

“You don’t,” Zadie hissed, shaking her. “He raped you. He took you.”

“I know,” Y/N said, tears rising in her eyes. “And I can’t undo it. I can’t escape him. If I tried, he’d destroy everything.”

She placed her hand over her stomach.

“I won’t let my baby be hunted. Or raised in fear.”

Zadie choked. “You sound like them.”

Y/N smiled—soft, sad.

“I sound like someone who learned how to survive.”

Then she pulled her sister into a hug and whispered, “Tell them I’m safe.”

Zadie held her tighter.

But said nothing else.

SCENE: Dario Shows Her the Future

When Y/N returned to him, he was waiting—just where she expected.

He held out a hand.

She took it.

He led her through a new wing of the house.

A fresh coat of paint. A crib. A rocking chair.

Curtains Y/N had sewn by hand.

A nursery.

“Everything’s ready,” he whispered, pulling her in from behind, resting his hands on her belly. “Soon she’ll sleep here. You’ll nurse her here. And we’ll build a life that no one can touch.”

Y/N said nothing.

But she leaned into him.

He smiled against her skin.

“She passed,” he said softly. “Your sister. You passed.”

Spring bled into early summer.

The baby was three months old.

A little girl with Dario’s sharp, dark eyes and Y/N’s delicate face—already quiet, already observant, as if she understood she was born into a house built on control.

Y/N moved through the estate like a dream.

Always dressed in soft colors—blush, cream, lavender.

Her hair long, brushed smooth each morning by Mila. Her body full, softened by motherhood, her steps slow and careful. She no longer asked to be alone. No longer looked at the doors. She never raised her voice.

There was no need.

She had everything.

THE RETURN OF ZADIE

Zadie was invited back.

Dario claimed it was for “closure.”

She arrived tense, guarded, fists clenched in her lap.

But what broke her wasn’t the guards.

It wasn’t the locked gate.

It was Y/N.

Smiling.

Sitting on a white bench in the garden, her daughter asleep in her arms.

A golden crucifix on a delicate chain around her neck. Hair in a soft braid down her back. A lullaby on her lips.

Zadie stopped.

“Y/N,” she breathed.

Y/N looked up slowly. “Z.”

Zadie ran to her, dropped to her knees beside her. “You can come home. Please. You don’t have to stay here.”

Y/N blinked, calm.

“This is home now.”

“No, it’s not. This is his cage—his—”

Y/N held her daughter closer.

Her voice barely above a whisper. “You think I don’t know that?”

Zadie’s breath caught.

“I just don’t care anymore,” Y/N said. “Because I’m safe. She’s safe. And he…”

She looked away.

“…he loves us.”

Zadie began to cry.

And Y/N didn’t cry with her.

She only reached out, stroked her sister’s cheek, and said:

“I’m not who I used to be.”

The long oak table gleamed under candlelight.

Dario at the head.

Y/N beside him.

The baby in a cradle, sleeping in silk.

Y/N served each plate herself. Poured Dario’s wine. Kissed his knuckles between courses.

She laughed at his low, quiet jokes.

She leaned into him when he whispered something into her ear.

Her smile never faltered.

Zadie watched. Hollow.

Their bedroom was warm. Dim. The baby asleep in the nursery.

Dario laid beside Y/N, his hand resting over her womb again. Always dreaming of more.

“You’re glowing,” he whispered.

She turned to him, eyes soft.

“Because I’m full of you,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, hungrily, dragging her on top of him.

She slid down slowly, moaning into his mouth as he filled her again.

He cupped her breasts—tender from feeding—sucked them until she trembled.

“Another,” he groaned. “I want another.”

She moved for him, thighs trembling, voice breaking.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Anything you want.”

And when he came inside her—again, deep, slow, possessive—she kissed him.

Not because she had to.

But because she wanted to.

And as he held her to his chest, rubbing her back, whispering how good she was…

She whispered back,

“I love you.”

And this time, she meant it.

[whetstonefires]

After seeing your weatherbugapp reblog i installed duckduckgo and tried it.

I don't know much about technology tbh but i downloaded this app less than 30 mins ago and in that time google tried to track me 112 times?? And they tried to collect finger prints? And my first and last name? And my gender? And my country, state and city? My gps coordinates? My postal code? My network carrier? My fricking battery level for whatever reason? Can you please tell me if this is normal at all, because i'm freaking out right now. I just turned 18 and started using mobile banking and stuff and this shit scares me

Why tf does it need to know my screen density???my system volume????my charging status????? What tf are they cooking

Now it's at 476 tracking attempts bro???? barely 5 mins passed.....

I condensed your three asks into one for readability!

And yeah, I'm very far from an expert about any of this, but as far as I know that's just. Normal. That's the normal amount of spying they're doing on your phone. I assume the numbers we see are to some extent because having been foiled, a lot of these scripts try repeatedly, since I can't imagine what use thousands of trackers per phone would be even to the great aggregators.

Tracking the phone stuff like screen resolution and battery level is because (apart from that definitely not being considered remotely 'private' so it's Free Real Estate) in aggregate that data can be used to track what phone use patterns are like on a demographic scale and therefore. Where the smart money is.

Almost all of this is getting sold in bulk for ad targeting and market analysis. This does presumably make it very hard to notice when like. Actually important stuff is being spied on, which is why I feel better about Having Apps with the duckduckgo app blocker thing.

My bank's app reportedly sells data to a couple aggregators including Google. Not like, my banking info, but it's still so offensive on principle that I avoid using the app unless I have to, and force stop it afterward.

The patterns that show up on the weekly duckduckgo blocker report are interesting. Hoopla attempts about two orders of magnitude more tracking than Libby, which makes sense because they're a commercial streaming service libraries pay by the unit for access, while Libby is a content management software run by a corporation that values its certification as a 'B' company--that is, one invested in the public good that can be trusted. The cleanness of their brand is a great deal of its value, so they have to care about their image and be a little more scrupulous.

Which doesn't mean not being a little bit spyware, because everything is spyware now. Something else I've noticed is that in terms of free game apps, the polished professional stuff is now much more invasive than the random kinda janky thing someone just threw together.

Back in the day you tended to expect the opposite, because spyware was a marginal shifty profit-margin with too narrow a revenue stream to be worth more to an established brand than their reputation, but now that everyone does it there's not a lot of reputation cost and refraining would be sacrificing a potential revenue stream, which is Irresponsible Conduct for a corporation.

While meanwhile 'developing a free game app to put on the game store' is something a person can do for free with the hardware they already have for home use, as a hobby or practice or to put on their coding resume. So while such apps absolutely can be malicious and more dangerous when they are than The Big Brand, they can also be neutral in a way commercial stuff no longer is. Wild world.

But yeah for the most part as far as I can make out, these are just The Commercial Panopticon, operating as intended. It's gross but it probably doesn't indicate anything dangerous on an individual level.

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Bossware Surveillance Buildings

A case study on technologies for behavioral monitoring and profiling using motion sensors and wireless networking infrastructure inside offices and other facilities"

Wolfie Christl, Cracked Labs, November 2024

This case study is part of the ongoing project “Surveillance and Digital Control at Work” (2023-2024) led by Cracked Labs, which aims to explore how companies use personal data on workers in Europe, together with AlgorithmWatch, Jeremias Prassl (Oxford), UNI Europa and GPA, funded by the Austrian Arbeiterkammer.

Case study “Tracking Indoor Location, Movement and Desk Occupancy in the Workplace” (PDF, 25 pages) Summary

As offices, buildings and other corporate facilities become networked environments, there is a growing desire among employers to exploit data gathered from their existing digital infrastructure or additional sensors for various purposes. Whether intentionally or as a byproduct, this includes personal data about employees, their movements and behaviors.

Technology vendors are promoting solutions that repurpose an organization’s wireless networking infrastructure as a means to monitor and analyze the indoor movements of employees and others within buildings. While GPS technology is too imprecise to track indoor location, Wi-Fi access points that provide internet connectivity for laptops, smartphones, tables and other networked devices can be used to track the location of these devices. Bluetooth, another wireless technology, can also be used to monitor indoor location. This can involve Wi-Fi access points that track Bluetooth-enabled devices, so-called ��beacons” that are installed throughout buildings and Bluetooth-enabled badges carried by employees. In addition, employers can utilize badging systems, security cameras and video conferencing technology installed in meeting rooms for behavioral monitoring, or even environmental sensors that record room temperature, humidity and light intensity. Several technology vendors provide systems that use motion sensors installed under desks or in the ceilings of rooms to track room and desk attendance.

This case study explores software systems and technologies that utilize personal data on employees to monitor room and desk occupancy and track employees’ location and movements inside offices and other corporate facilities. It focuses on the potential implications for employees in Europe. To illustrate wider practices, it investigates systems for occupancy monitoring and indoor location tracking offered by Cisco, Juniper, Spacewell, Locatee and other technology vendors, based on an analysis of technical documentation and other publicly available sources. It briefly addresses how workers resisted the installation of motion sensors by their employers. This summary presents an overview of the findings of this case study….

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Professional Dashcam Installation Services to Enhance Fleet Safety

Fleet safety is more important than ever. With the rise in road incidents and the growing need to protect both drivers and assets, Dashcam Installations have become a vital tool for fleet operators. Whether you manage a small fleet or a large operation, having dashcams installed in your vehicles can greatly improve safety and reduce risks. Our professional Camera Installation in the Car provide you with reliable monitoring, real-time insights, and dependable incident recording to keep your fleet secure.

Why Dashcam Installations Are Crucial for Fleets

Dashcams do more than just record video. They offer an extra layer of security for fleet managers and drivers by capturing high-definition footage of the road and driver behavior. This data can be invaluable in preventing accidents, addressing risky driving habits, and protecting businesses from liability claims. Here are some key reasons why dashcams are essential for fleets:

1. Accurate Collision Recording

Accidents can happen at any time. Dashcams provide clear, real-time footage of incidents, which helps determine the cause of accidents and protects your business from false claims. This footage can be crucial in legal cases, ensuring that your drivers are exonerated when they are not at fault.

2. Driver Behavior Monitoring

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3. Risk Mitigation

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4. Compliance and GPS Integration

Many dashcam systems come with GPS tracking, allowing fleet managers to pinpoint the exact location of any critical event. This feature is essential for ensuring compliance with fleet safety standards and for optimizing routes and delivery times.

The Value of Fleet Dash Cams

Investing in Fleet Management Technology, particularly dash cameras with GPS tracking, is a critical decision for any business operating a fleet of vehicles. The decision often comes down to balancing the initial investment against the potential returns in terms of safety, efficiency, and operational improvement. Dash cameras, like JimiIoT's dashcam Dual-Channel Dashcam, provide a comprehensive solution that aligns with modern fleet management needs.

Dash cameras have become an essential tool in Fleet Tracking System Installation, providing real-time insights into road conditions, driver behavior, and incidents that can significantly impact your business. The dashcam stands out with its dual-channel video capability, offering a complete view of both the road ahead and the vehicle's interior. This technology not only ensures safety but also contributes to enhancing operational efficiency.

Key Benefits of Investing in the Dashcam

Accident Reduction and Evidence Collection

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Driver Behavior Monitoring

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Driver Training and Development

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Litigation Protection

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Insurance Discounts

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Regulatory Compliance

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Data-Driven Decision Making

The dashcam is more than a camera; it's a powerful tool for collecting and analyzing data. Insights gained from this data help fleet managers make informed decisions to improve operational efficiency, reduce costs, and increase profitability.

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The Role of Orbital Installs

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With years of expertise, Orbital Installs ensures that every dashcam is properly positioned and configured to capture critical footage. Our commitment to quality installation means fewer technical issues, better performance, and greater peace of mind for fleet operators. Trust Orbital Installs to handle your dashcam installation professionally and efficiently, so you can focus on running a safer and more productive fleet.

FAQs

1. What types of vehicles can you install dashcams in? We can install dashcams in all types of vehicles, including cars, vans, trucks, and buses. Our team has experience with a variety of vehicle sizes and configurations to ensure a seamless installation process.

2. How long does a typical dashcam installation take? The installation time varies depending on the type of system and the vehicle. On average, a basic dashcam installation takes about 1-2 hours. More complex multi-camera systems may require additional time.

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GIS In Our Daily Lives

The involvement of Geographic Information Systems (GIS) in our daily lives is pervasive, influencing and enhancing various aspects across different sectors. The integration of GIS into everyday activities has become integral for decision-making, planning, and optimizing resources. GIS helps city planners and transportation experts to provide them with information like maps, satellite pictures, population statistics, and infrastructure data. GIS helps them make better decisions when designing cities and transportation systems that are sustainable and good for the environment.

The following points elucidate the notable involvement of GIS in our daily lives:

Navigation and Location Services: GIS provides monitoring functions through the visual display of spatial data and precise geographical positioning of monitored vehicles, whereas GPS provides accurate, clear, and precise information on the position and navigation of a monitored or tracked vehicle in real-time and at the exact location.GIS is at the core of navigation applications and location-based services on smartphones. It enables accurate mapping, real-time navigation, and geolocation services, assisting individuals in finding locations, planning routes, and navigating unfamiliar areas.

E-Commerce and Delivery Services: GIS software is a powerful tool for supply chain network planning. It helps determine the optimal location for distribution centers, warehouses, or other supply facilities. GIS is utilized in logistics and delivery services for optimizing routes, tracking shipments, and ensuring timely deliveries. E-commerce platforms leverage GIS to enhance the efficiency of their supply chain and last-mile delivery processes.

Weather Forecasting and Disaster Management: Many states are using GIS dashboard to monitor the rainfall across the state, on a real-time basis, from the data shared by rain sensors installed at various locationsGIS plays a crucial role in weather forecasting and disaster management. It assists meteorologists in analyzing spatial data, predicting weather patterns, and facilitating timely responses to natural disasters by mapping affected areas and coordinating emergency services.

Healthcare Planning and Disease Monitoring: Geographic Information Systems enable the visualization and monitoring of infectious diseases. Additionally GIS records and displays the necessary information that health care needs of the community as well as the available resources and materials. GIS supports public health initiatives by mapping the spread of diseases, analyzing healthcare resource distribution, and assisting in the planning of vaccination campaigns. It aids in identifying high-risk areas and optimizing healthcare service delivery.

Social Media and Geo-tagging: GIS also helps in geotagging and other location related information in posts, it’s tools can map and visualize the spatial distribution of social media activity. This analysis can reveal trends, hotspots, and patterns in user engagement across different geographic areas. Many social media platforms incorporate GIS for geo-tagging, allowing users to share their location and experiences. This feature enhances social connectivity and facilitates the sharing of location-specific information.

Smart City Initiatives: The Geographic Information System (GIS) offers advanced and user-friendly capabilities for Smart City projects and allows to capture, store and manipulate, analyze and visualize spatially referenced data. It is used for spatial analysis and modeling. It is the cornerstone of smart city planning, enabling the integration of data for efficient urban management. It supports initiatives related to traffic management, waste disposal, energy consumption, and overall infrastructure development.

Education and Research: GIS is increasingly utilized in education and research for visualizing and analyzing spatial data. It enables students and researchers to explore geographic relationships, conduct field studies, and enhance their understanding of various subjects.

Agricultural Management and Precision Farming: Farmers leverage GIS to optimize agricultural practices by analyzing soil conditions, crop health, and weather patterns. Precision farming techniques, facilitated by GIS, contribute to increased crop yields and sustainable farming practices.

Real Estate and Property Management: In the real estate sector, GIS aids in property mapping, land valuation, and site selection. It provides real estate professionals with valuable insights into spatial relationships, market trends, and optimal development opportunities.

Tourism and Recreation: GIS enhances the tourism industry by providing interactive maps, route planning, and location-based information. It assists tourists in exploring destinations, finding attractions, and navigating efficiently.

The broad and varied involvement of GIS in our daily lives underscores its significance as a technology that not only facilitates geographic data analysis but also contributes to the efficiency, safety, and interconnectedness of modern society. As GIS applications continue to evolve, their impact on daily activities is expected to further expand and refine.

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Salisbury Autistic Care - The Sensory Haven Future Homes for Autistic People

Salisbury Autistic Care: Creating Inclusive Communities for Individuals on the Autism Spectrum is putting its best foot forward by designing homes best suited for autistic individuals. Efforts are made to provide an environment where those on the autism spectrum can thrive and feel at ease.

In this discussion, we'll explore how Salisbury's real estate sector is designing homes with the latest innovations that prioritize the safety concerns of these individuals.

Let's discover together how the latest innovative homes are reshaping the landscape of inclusive living.

Smart Home Technology: Real estate is focusing on installing homes with smart home devices that can be controlled remotely or automated to perform tasks autonomously. It includes devices like voice-activated assistants (like Amazon Alexa or Google Home), smart thermostats, lighting systems, and security cameras that can greatly improve the autonomy and comfort of individuals with autism. These technologies can be programmed to adjust environmental factors according to the individual's preferences, providing a sense of control and reducing sensory overload.

Communication Apps and Devices: Many autistic people face trouble in communication. However, integrating communication apps and devices within the property can facilitate effective communication. It will help them by assisting in conveying their message to their caregivers. These may include augmentative and alternative communication (AAC) apps, picture exchange communication systems (PECS), or specialized devices that support speech output.

Safety and Monitoring Solutions: Autistic individuals are not much aware of their safety in the surrounding environment. As a result, they may unintentionally engage in behaviors that could put their well-being at risk. Technology can play a crucial role in ensuring their safety. GPS tracking devices, door alarms, and wearable sensors can alert caregivers if a resident leaves the property or enters restricted areas, allowing for timely intervention. Additionally, smart locks and security systems can enhance overall safety within the property.

Sensory Regulation Tools: Many individuals with autism are sensitive to sensory stimuli. The real estate must focus on designing calming sensory rooms with soft lighting, comfortable seating, tactile objects, soothing music or sounds, and visual projections. Interactive projections or immersive virtual reality experiences can provide engaging and customizable sensory experiences, allowing individuals with autism to explore different sensory inputs in a controlled and therapeutic environment.

Data Collection and Analysis: Homes installed with smart sensors can help in tracking daily behavior patterns like sleep patterns, activity levels, or emotional states, providing valuable insights about the individual. This information can be used to create personalized care plans and interventions.

Educational and Therapeutic Resources: Integrating educational and therapeutic resources within autism care properties empowers residents to engage in meaningful activities and skill-building exercises that support their development and enhance their quality of life. Smart home technology helps them to have access to educational and therapeutic sessions that promote learning, growth, and self-confidence for individuals with autism.

Conclusion

Through these advancements, Salisbury Autistic Care — Most Desirable Areas to Live in is not only addressing the unique needs and challenges faced by autistic individuals but also trying to create surroundings where they can feel safe and comfortable. By prioritizing safety, communication, sensory comfort, and personalized support, these homes are reshaping the landscape of inclusive living and setting a new standard for the integration of technology and compassion in real estate development.

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This was a guidance group, and this technology was long, LONG before GPS. It has used uploaded star chart software to look at stars viewed through an upward-looking telescopic device. This accurately determined where both it and the airplane were. This device as a package was called ANS. NASA maintainers nicknamed it R2D2 because of a vague resemblance. Here, it is shown on its support cart; it was installed and removed from a cavity in the airplane using a crane and was considerably heavy. Built by Northrop. ( Davenport Kirk James)

The astro-inertial navigation system (ANS) of the SR-71 Blackbird was a remarkable feat of engineering that allowed the aircraft to navigate with unprecedented precision and accuracy, even over long distances and in challenging conditions. The system's ability to track stars through a quartz glass window, even in daylight, was a critical factor in its success. The quarts glass was fused to the hule which was a breakthrough technology.

Here's how the ANS worked:

1. Primary relationship Alignment: Before takeoff, the ANS's gyroscopes were carefully aligned with the Earth's magnetic field. This initial alignment was crucial for ensuring the accuracy of the system's position calculations.

2. Star Tracking: Once airborne, the ANS would track stars through a circular quartz glass window located on the upper fuselage. The star tracker used a photomultiplier tube to detect the light from stars, and its computer system would then identify the stars based on their positions and brightness.

3.Position Calculation: Using the positions of the tracked stars, the ANS's computer would calculate the aircraft's position relative to a known reference point. This position information was then updated continuously throughout the flight.

4. Navigation Guidance: The ANS could provide the pilot with navigation guidance, including the aircraft's current position, heading, and course. This information was crucial for maintaining accurate flight paths and reaching designated targets.

5. Daytime Star Tracking: The ANS's "blue light" source star tracker was a unique feature that allowed the system to track stars even in daylight. This was achieved by using a special filter that selectively passed only blue light, which is scattered less by the atmosphere than other wavelengths.

6 Redundancy: The ANS was designed with redundancy in mind, incorporating multiple gyroscopes and star trackers to ensure continuous operation even if one component failed.

The ANS played a critical role in the SR-71's success, enabling it to perform reconnaissance missions over vast distances and in hostile environments. The system's combination of precision, reliability, and all-weather capability made it a revolutionary technology in its time. Michael Rutchland #Habubrats

I need to add one of my Dad’s Richard “Butch”Sheffield stories from his book about testing GPS parking lot of the Pentagon with some Generals.The Army and the Navy were very impressed by what the Air Force had….a new thing called GPS. ~Linda Sheffield Miller

Photo of the quartz glass was taken by Curt Mason

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