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vcill · 1 year

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❥His Desires

Diavolo:

He is the future king of devildom, as you are the future prince/princess consort.

He will watch as you talk with nobels and charm them with your smile as you try not to let the vibrator in you distract the guests.

He will make you cum in anyway possible as you attempt to finish remaining paperwork.

He will spoil you with riches and gold, the finest fabrics and silks one could only dream of having, as you are being bent over the table, trying to finish your dinner as you are being pounded into.

You will take care of him, getting on your knees and sucking to release the stress from his dick as he sits on the throne, head thrown back in complete pleasure.

You will be at his mercy whenever he is in heat, allowing him to breed you, to use you, to fill you up as if you're leaving tomorrow.

You will sit on his lap, reminding him of what a good king he will be and how he makes you so happy everyday and night. He will beg for you to praise him more, acting as mere servant than a prince for your praise.

You are the most important person to him in the universe as he is to you. You're body and soul belongs to him as his to you. You both are at each other's mercy and hands when night and day arises, neither complaining about the treatment each receives.

You are going be fucked in front of everyone who tries anything with you, to show them all that only he can please and fuck you a proper future queen/king should be.

He is going to be a whiny, moaning mess in front of all nobels, maids and nights to remind them all that if they dare try to take your prince, this is what he gets every night, this what he deserves. And none of them will ever compare.

The future king and queen, inseparable by body and mind.

Barbatos:

Diavolo, the future ruler of devildom, needs the absolute best and flawless service.

With you being new and all, you wouldn't know what to do or how to do it, so of course Barbatos took it up on himself to train you properly.

Diavolo like his paperwork separated by date. Barbatos likes your legs spread open nice and wide so he can see that pretty little hole of yours.

Diavolo likes his coffee scorching hot in the morning and icy cold at night. Barbatos likes you screaming his name while everyone is awake, and quiet as a mouse when everyone is sleeping.

Diavolo must have his meals served to him at 7am, 1pm, and 7pm. You must be able to make him cum before 7am, 1pm, and 7pm.

Diavolo expects all rooms in the palace to be in top shape whenever court officials come to discuss business plans. Barbatos expects you to not cum until every single one of the meetings are over.

Towels, blankets, and sheets must be folded eight times diagonally. You must be able to be fucked 8 times, and cum twice as much daily.

Hourly, you must check in with the diavolo and see if he has any requests. If he does, you must complete them immediately. If wants you to drop to your hands and knees, you must do so wherever you are at and start sucking.

Whenever the demon brothers come to visit, you should treat them as if they were Diavolo himself but never more. Whenever Barbatos is around, you shall remember he has complete control over you and you will do what he commands.

And this, newly recruited maid/butler, is the start of you training.

Solomon:

Solomon has been around for quite a long time. So of course he's experienced quite a few interesting things in his time.

But it's always so cute when you find out something that he knew about decades ago.

He wonders... What else don't you know?

Did you know, you make a really lewd face whenever you're sucking him off? With drool dripping down your chin and the gagging noses you make as he's fucking your face?

Did you know, whenever he puts his dick inside of you, you always let out a little sigh/moan of his name? Even more on this fun fact, you squeeze around him when he does?

Did you know there's a special potion that makes you 10x more horny than before? And the only way to fix it is him fucking you with his nice hefty cock?

Did you know, you moan like a bitch in when he pounds into you? Jerking you off/rubbing your clit while he does so. Seeing how you struggle to take all of the pleasure but still beg more?

Did you know he probably keeps a book hidden away with all these facts and may randomly read them to you one day, with you having no room to say it's untrue?

Solomon loves it whenever you're curious ♡, you're curiosity and Innocence about the world and universe is just so appealing to him. And to watch you break whenever he ruins you're body in a way you've never imagined...

He's a commander of 72 demons for reason you know.

Simeon:

He knows more than angel probably should.

He knows he shouldn't be staring at your uniform whenever you bent over to pick something up, or when you're shirt rised up a little and he could see your cute stomach.

He knows that as an angel of the celestial realm, he should completely be at your mercy as you fuck him like there's no tomorrow.

He's always been used to being bossed around, commanded to do a task, watch over luke. It became the normal for him.

So why did it feel so different, so good, whenever you asked him to do such a simple task as to grab you a soda? To help you do your homework? Run an errand for you at the store?

Why did it feel so good as he asked for your permission to do certain task and the pleasure of you saying yes or no filled him so greatly?

Why did he want you to completely ruin him?

He wants to be corrupted, to see what the demon brothers have been experiencing all these years. He wants to forget about Michael and the celestial realm as you prevent his orgasm the 5th time that night.

He wants to be on his hands and knees as you sit there watching him he pathetic all for your pleasure, all for you to praise and degrade him.

So won't you give him that? Won't you see how he acts and feels whenever you ask him to do something for you?

Don't you want him to be at your mercy? Then do it. Ask him, tell him, demand him to do whatever you please and like while defiling his name.

Let him be the disgrace of angel he truly is.

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remembrancer-of-heresy · 2 months

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The Eternal Night (Part 2)

Summary: The first captain and the serf become more and more attached to each other every day in a dark and obsessive way.

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, power imbalance, violence, torture, predator/prey

Word count: 2169

Song: She Wants Revenge - I Don't Want To Fall In Love

I know that you're the right girl But do you think that I am the right man?

You really hoped that by joining Sevatar’s service you would quickly learn everything. After all, all your life you have been the servant of an aristocrat, not a space marine. Especially the Night Lord.

But you're lucky. Your only duties were mopping the floors and taking care of the bedding and workout clothes. It was pointless to clean the armor of blood and human skin. The more terrible and intimidating they looked, than better.

It seemed that the First Captain did not need a personal serf. He got along just fine without it. But you weren’t going to complain about such a gift of fate. There are even fewer responsibilities than when your mistress was alive.

You bend over to the floor, wiping away the dirty stains with a rag. A relieved sigh escapes your lips on its own. The pain, which lasted several weeks, finally went away.

Sevatar ordered that you get a tattoo right on your back, near your left shoulder. The ink was mixed with the blood of the first captain. This way mortals will understand that they cannot touch you. And other Space Marines will feel where you belong. It was very painful. You didn’t scream, but the tears flowed naturally as the sign of the Night Lords appeared on your skin.

When you arrived at Sevatar’s quarters, he only chuckled with satisfaction when he looked at the final result. And you were almost certainly sure that he liked your eyes, red from tears. That night, lying in the corner on your mattress, you couldn’t sleep. It was also painful to perform simple duties. But you were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Where were you born?” - a male voice comes from behind you while you are scrubbing the floor. You didn't need to look to know that Sevatar was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. As always.

“On Terra. On the lower levels.” - you try not to remember the corpse of your mistress, plunging into memories. - “I was very lucky. One of the aristocrats decided to organize charity and sent many poor children to a special school. After that, we all had to go to serve the rich.”

You sigh in guilt.

“I became his granddaughter’s maid.”

There is silence in the room and you think that the first captain has become uninterested in this conversation. But he only grunts in response.

“There wasn't much of a choice, right? Either poverty or service to others.” - the man speaks in a relaxed voice. You only blush because the Astartes compared your destinies. He didn't look mocking. - “Did you even like it?”

"Yes." - you remember how the sunlight fell on the stained glass windows. And you little one looked at this spectacle with admiration. Until the teacher scolded you for the amusement of the other girls. A moment of innocence. - “I loved performing in the choir.”

You return to your duties, wiping away the dried dirt, trying not to look behind you. Sevatar was silent, but you knew that he was thinking about his life, over your words. Perhaps if you were different people and in another place, he would admit that you have a beautiful voice. You couldn’t say how, but you knew for sure that this thought flashed through his head.

You were mostly silent. But in rare moments, Sevatar began to talk. Mostly when he was relaxing in bed. You asked each other about life, giving in to a completely spontaneous desire to get into each other’s soul. It was strange and possibly wrong. But you both couldn't resist.

“When did you kill the first person?” - you didn’t know why you decided to ask your master about this. The question arose naturally. Sevatar remained silent and you dared to continue. - “They recruit young boys into the Astartes. Did you kill a man when you joined the Legion?”

The man looks at the ceiling with his arms crossed behind his back. Finally he speaks.

“No, little one. I killed a boy of my age when I was nine.” - the man looks at your discouraged face and laughs an unpleasant laugh. Only dead people laugh like that. - “You won’t survive on Nostramo any other way. I had to defend myself as best I could. Capture and take what I want. Even eat.”

Sevatar looks at you carefully. Either joy or pain splashes in his eyes.

“If you ever have to eat human flesh, little mouse. Don’t try the eyes, you won’t like it.” - the first captain closes his eyes and turns to the wall, as soon as you nod. Good advice. You will remember it. The main thing is that it is not useful in life.

You wring out the rag, pleased with the result. The floors almost shone with cleanliness. Although it was difficult to notice given how little light there was in the Space Marine's quarters. Immediately thinking of your savior, you can’t help but glance at him briefly.

He was still lying on the bed. Sevatar forbade you to do anything in his absence. Quite the opposite. It was when the man should have gone to bed or simply rested that you should have started cleaning the primarch's room.

The more you moved, while trying not to make noise, the better. The top was supposed to consist of just a tank top. So that your tattoo is always visible. Hair was strictly forbidden to be tied.

Serving Sevatar was easy, but his requests were awkward.

The Space Marine suddenly awakens and you flinch at the sight. The man sits down on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Sevatar looks around the room, noting with obvious displeasure that you performed your duties extremely well.

It's even kind of offensive.

“Already cleaned up. Apparently you will have to go around the second circle.” - Sevatar grins when he sees your disappointed face. - “Looks like I spoiled you, huh. Next time you’ll help with sewing.”

If the Night Lords sew, it is only cloaks made of human skin. You immediately go back to work. Again you pass the rag over the now clean floor.

Only this time the man was in no hurry to fall asleep again. Instead, he looked at you. For a long time. Appreciatively. Even too much.

“I changed my mind.” - the man snaps his neck. - “Come here.”

Where is here, you wanted to ask a stupid question. But could anyone blame you? No matter how kind the first captain was to you, he still caused fear. Not to mention, you were completely alone. No one would help you anyway. And yet the absence of even the slightest chance made you sad.

The man beckoned you with his finger and you obediently approached him. Sevatar, without saying anything, took your hands in his. He examined the palms and touched the delicate fingertips. You pursed your lips in embarrassment. A moment later, black eyes peered intently into your face. You thought you would drown in this darkness, until strong hands suddenly turn you around.

Sevatar lays your back on his lap and you freeze. You can’t help but tremble, breathing heavily through your nose. The man had scared you before, but now his behavior was perplexing. Not to mention the size difference. You didn't even reach the floor.

Rough fingers touched your tattoo, slowly rubbing the flesh. Touching the lines of the skull and wings of the gargoyle. Squeezing a little, leaving bruises on the body. You swallow as Sevatar takes in the scent of your hair. You could even hear the beating of his two hearts, he held you so close to him. The man seemed lost in his thoughts.

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“P-please, I didn’t d-do anything. I would never betray the Imperium. H-have mercy. Don't torture mee."

Sevatar, unlike some brothers, did not catch unfortunate serfs or captives to pull off his skin out of boredom. He did it just like now. By order of the primarch or as necessary. But this does not mean that it was not unpleasant for him to do it. Just boring.

The brothers standing next to first captain loudly argued about who would torture the traitor next after the first captain. But as soon as the man looked at them angrily, they immediately fell silent. Now they decided to settle the dispute by playing rock-paper-scissors. Although it makes no difference who will be next. They're here for a long time.

“This is punishment for betrayal.” - the space marine smiles unpleasantly at the crying girl before gently running his knife across her stomach. The victim screams in pain. There is a characteristic smell of urination in the room. - “No more than that.”

Well, of course he's exaggerating here. No matter how Konrad Curze tried to hide behind nobility and justice, he liked it. Fear and horror, complete submission, screams and pain. Sevatar would be a hypocrite if he said that he is not the same.

The annoying scribe lost all her arrogance and turned into a carcass. It’s good that she decided to go against the primarch. She was annoying. And how could such a brat have such a good maid like you?

The first captain sighs, cutting off a strip of skin, just remembrering your vision. You were good. Quiet. And funny. Your bump on your forehead amused him for a long time. But most of all, you calmed him down. There was something unusual about you. And familiar.

How did you move. Sneaked among the shadows, flying from one place to another. Either to your nest or ran to friends. You played with food, although like any scavenger, you should to eat rats. How quietly you spoke to the other serfs, and your trembling changed the tone of your voice. How quickly you moved, causing your hair to make pleasant noise. Reminiscent of the rustle of feathers. Even your eyes were big and attentive.

But the birds are free. And you are not.

The victim chokes on tears and snot, and Sevatar only smiles at this picture. You're especially vulnerable right now, right? Without a mistress, alone, in a terrible eerie Legion, which will gladly offend someone as small as you. You probably need a protector.

The first captain grimaces from strange thoughts. The man moves away from the prisoner, waving his hand. Let these impatient bastards replace him.

No, he didn't need personal servants. He didn't need them. And yet, for some irrational reason, he was considering taking you in with him. Although he already had to look after four mortals. It was also not enough to add you to this list.

On the other hand, you won't be a hindrance. And lately his... Gift has become more acutely felt. The crows are far away, but you are close. Not a bad replacement. So why doesn’t Sevatar make an exception and take you to his place? You will help him relax, and he will protect you from his Legion. At least once in his life he will do a good deed.

The first captain just chuckles at this while the sound of tearing skin is heard from behind. The room is filled with a metallic smell and the inhuman scream of a half-dead woman. But Sevatar hears only the rustle of wet black feathers.

The man breaks away from your hair, inhaling its scent. He grins at the back of your head as he continues to stroke the tattoo.

He didn't have to offer it or take it by force. You came to him yourself. Begged him to save you. At first, Sevatar even thought that you were a crazy suicide. But you were an ordinary girl with oddities. And it's not to say that he didn't like it.

You turn to face him, making your hair slide across your skin. Sevatar can't help but look at your face. Parted lips, flared nostrils, big eyes. Yes, your skin looked good on your skull. There's no need to rip it off.

And the smell. He felt your fear. Uncertainty. Fright. But at the same time there is a bit of hope. Trust. You wanted to believe him. Your kindness was not an act. Or trying to survive. You're strange.

His head is empty. No bad thoughts about the Crusade or the Legion. The dull pain no longer numbs the brain. It was as if he was back in the night city. Again felt the touch of feathers. After ascension to the Astartes, he was finally able to sleep properly.

His tongue automatically begins to move over your tattoo. You squeak sweetly in fear before falling silent. You try to behave as still as a mousekin in the clutches of a scavenger. Only the predator will not let go of its prey even if it is already dead.

The hair rustles pleasantly near the man's nose. Rare uncontrolled sobs only provoke more. And the intermittent breathing and pounding of the heart echoes loudly in the ears like a croak. The eyes close on their own.

#primarch x reader #primarch x oc #warhammer 40k x reader #night lord x reader #jago sevatarion x reader #sevatar x reader #tw: yandere #tw: violence #tw: torture

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mari-lair · 10 months

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Gladly! Aoi was inspired by the high school of magic Aoi, who also has a secret identity + no popularity queen status. So she is shy when people pay her any attention, especially Akane, and less arrogant. She avoids conflict but is able to take action when the situation calls for it!

Overall she is more open about her emotions, not hiding behind a cutesy smile all the time.

Since Aoi's clockkeeper contract is forced, and she is alone, her situation is less of a fun double life like in the magic AU, and more of a curse.

Mirai made her cry the first week she was forced to babysit her and cleaning the clocks used to be awful, she hates having to be their maid after learning they are the ones who put her best friend's life at risk in the first place.

She trains herself to become a persistent girl, independent by force.

She hates supernaturals but has a soft spot for mokkes. She occasionally hides them in her sleeves and sneaks them to No.1's boundary, paying for their services with candy so she doesn't have to clean the clocks alone.

She befriends Teru when he sees her in her supernatural form, more cause she doesn't want to be alone than really because she thinks he is cool.

She goes out of her way to learn about supernaturals instead of pretending they don't exist. She is scared of being lied to again, specially on something so big as the clock keepers recruitment plan, so she doesn't trust their words. Her glasses are enchanted but she only uses them to not be bothered in her studies, she always takes them off if Akane looks troubled or she is on break. She makes sure to learn every rumor to keep Akane safe from the dangerous ones.

The incident where the keepers nearly killed Akane traumatized Aoi. She always walks on the side closest to the road when they are on the streets by instinct.

Aoi never has to protect Akane from all the admirers he gained by being a beauty king, cause his personality is the same, he can brutally kick people regardless of gender just fine, people know he isn't on the market, but she doesn't catch a break, constantly rescuing him from supernatural trouble and worrying about his safety. Since Akane can't see her in her supernatural form he has no idea she is inhumanly strong, only noticing she has been more stressed after her contract and being even more protective and careful with her.

Most people respect Akane, knowing from personal experience that he is a responsible class representative, kind, and brutally blunt. So even though he is able to make people swoon by just existing, confessions are not a daily occurrence, admired from afar.

In the occasional cases people objectify him, Aoi is more bothered than Akane about it, she wants to throw hands and give away her identity as 'more than a cute shy girl' the second someone is bold enough to hold his hand without his consent, twisting his behavior to fit their personal narrative, and acting entitled to have him.

Think of the rare people that bother Akane as similar to the creepy cashier who created a whole false narrative about Aoi in his head.

Her friendship with Teru makes Akane a little jealous. Why does she wear Teru's glasses? Why does it feel like they are hiding secrets from him? And she does tease him about it, going out of her way to try to make him jealous as revenge for all the time she had to deal with girls gushing about how hot he is. She is petty.

Aoi usually stops time to make her life easier, get away from crowds, save a flower pot from falling. Little things. If her clockkeeper duties drain her too much she'll even copy someone's homework, though she needs to be really really tired to do that, she is usually too prideful to copy someone else.

She does eventually stop Akane's time to stare at him, mostly out of curiosity, but she gets self-conscious about it and avoids him for the rest of the day, much to Akane's confusion. Getting superpowers may have increased her confidence and made her more proactive, but Aoi is still pathetic when it comes to showing and receiving affection.

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #aoikane #aoiaoi #aoikane role swap au #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #aoi akane #akane aoi #i'll talk more baout it after I make Akane's character sheet yay

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blackboxfaxes · 1 year

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Naginata Battalion

Naginata Battalion is a unit of the Draconis Combine Mustered Soldiery, notable for exclusively recruiting women.

Naginata Battalion's origins begin with one woman - Sho-Sa Azisu Misakari, a veteran of House Kurita who earned her rank during the War of 3039. During its aftermath, Azisu was tasked by her superiors with standing up a new formation to fill the ranks of the Dragon's forces. She quickly found, however, that very few mechwarriors of House Kurita were willing to serve under her - some were more willing to accept service in a minor garrison force than to accept her command. Asizu eventually saw that her problem contained its own solution - just as there were many men who refused to serve under her, there were many women whose commanders were happy to be rid of them. Azisu began requesting transfers from her fellow commanders of any women listed on their rosters, as well as spreading the word of her battalion - commanded by a woman and consisting of women - through the ranks. While the word was often followed by snickers and even comments about their status as "comfort women", a swell of willing mechwarriors, technicians, and secondary roles quickly grew Azisu's ranks.

By 3044, then-Naginata Company had finally reached its paper strength of twelve mechs with sufficient numbers of techs, as well as a Union-class Dropship permanently assigned to their roster. However, Azisu's superiors had called on her to produce a battalion, and her rank of Sho-sa required a battalion for her to command.

Despite Ganji-no-Kanrei Theodore Kurita's reforms in the 3030s and 3040s, the DCMS was still not an ideal place to be a women, and even Theodore's reformists balked at the idea of a pure-women formation. The Procurement Department in particular continually threw obstacles in the way of Azisu and her pilots, in one notable instance delivering a shipment of maid's uniforms instead of the new coolant suits which had been ordered. Azisu, considering her options, reported the officer responsible to the Internal Security Force for "standing in the way of the effectiveness of the Coordinator's forces achieving their duly appointed glory." The officer in question was quietly reassigned to the frontier of the periphery, and Azisu found herself owing the ISF a favor. This began a long and mutually beneficial relationship - Naginata Battalion, as it slowly expanded to be called, could call on the ISF for both assistance dealing with the rest of the DCMS and with acquiring the newest and best gear, and the ISF could call on Azisu's assistance with "delicate matters best not exposed to those inflexible soldiers who bring honor to the Dragon" - essentially serving as a reliable mech force to be deployed against seditionists, separatists, Rasalhaguian rabble-rousers, and Davion sympathizers.

At the outset of the Clan Invasion, Naginata Battalion had grown to two full companies, not far beneath its paper strength, and was deployed on the Davion border. News of the Combine's early defeats against the Clans, however, caused a strategic reassessment, and Naginata Battalion was pulled from the Davion border to join the counterattack against Clan Smoke Jaguar. In the aftermath of the Invasion, Naginata Battalion was positioned along the border with the Smoke Jaguar Occupation Zone. Sho-Sa Azisu Misakari continued to pilot the Cyclops she had piloted since earning her rank, but it had been refitted with clan-built weaponry and a C3 Master system that allowed her to lead her forces from the front. In the aftermath of the Tukayyid Truce, Naginata Battalion finally swelled to its paper strength via the new mass production programs House Kurita had implemented, including receiving Battle Armor forces and new Kuritan Omnimechs, enough to form a full Omni Company. Reports indicate that Naginata Battalion's Omni Company even included a pair of salvaged Clan Omnimechs - a Vulture and a Grendel - which were never turned over to the Procurement Department, probably thanks to their connections with the ISF. As House Kurita's forces swelled with the glut of salvage and production in the aftermath of Operation Bulldog, Naginata Battalion finally achieved its paper strength.

As of 3062, Naginata Battalion is engaged against House Steiner and Clan Jade Falcon in the New Exford Campaign

#battletech #mechwarrior #lore post

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helloescapist · 9 months

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Hello, is it possible to get headcanons of Hashira!gyutaro with a tsuguko? It's OK if not

Thank you in advance

It's kind of fun to think about an alternate world in which the uppermoons are hashiras, and the hashiras are uppermoons. It's a really fun concept to explore, and I enjoyed it! I imagine that having Gyutaro as a Hashira can go one of two ways at the beginning. He can either be uneasy with the concept, due to his upbringing and his personality, Gyutaro would likely recoil from such interactions, or duties, or depending on a tsuguko who has been blessed in life, he very well would initially be bitter, and aggressive. Since there was no defining characteristic of the tsuguko, I chose to focus more on what Gyutaro would be like. I hope you enjoy!

Hashira!Gyutaro with a Tsuguko

Word Count: 3317

Setting: Hashira!Gyutaro x tsuguko!gn!reader [platonic, but could be romantic if you squint.]

Content Warning(s): blood, gore, red light district, Opposite AU, alternative universe in which Gyutaro and Daki are not members of the UpperMoons, but of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Summary: headcanons for an alternate universe where Gyutaro is a Hashira (essentially, if we were to disrupt the canon time line, and have a demon slayer corps member opt to save, or buy out the siblings’ ownership following the death of their mother, and place them in service of the Slayer Corps.)

This place is warm, the Ubuyashiki clan is kind. He has known the sympathies of strangers, has met the warmth of blankets, the soothing ointments that help to ease the discomfort from his joints. The welcome of comrades, and for once in his life, to know the security of a full belly at night when he tucks Ume into her bedding. He has known the safety of the area, and the guidance of a caretaker, one who greets his arrival home, and scolds him when his temper flares.

He is grateful, he is.

This life is more than he had ever hoped for, ever considered possible for one of his nature, unfamiliar and foreign as the kindness that meets pressed lips, but he is not naïve.

He can still hear the scathing remarks of his appearance that he carries with him from his childhood home. The kind pressed lips, as gentle as they try to be, still bear the same discomfort.

Gyutaro is painfully aware of the stutter amongst the staff. The clench of their jaws when he greets them. The distance they provide between bows. The clatter of glass, swift hand movements placed between dinner wary of potential contact.

Unease that dips into forced smiles, first introductions amongst newly recruited members are painful, unbearable. Appraising eyes, withdrawn hands that dare not meet his touch. Whispers amongst mizunoto.

Quiet rememberances, those that dare not scoff him in person, the days of dodged glances, and recoiled grasps of his training days left in the past.

Scrapped clean with his promotion to Hashira, the open commentary of his skin condition, the outright disgust, and horrified urgency in which peers rushed to scrap their hands of implied hazards passed on by his touch had been left in the past, but like ghosts, they clung to his senses. Dwelled in the back of his mind at the unnatural dip of smiles plastered upon faces.

Echoed in the back of his mind, overheard whispers hushed and trembled amongst startled new maids. No shushing able to sooth the inflicted burdens of his mind, nor the way his fingernails threatened to gnaw at his flesh, peppering scars amongst the markings littered across his body.

For the sake of his diminishing pride, and the comfort of the other Demon Slayer Corps members, Gyutaro keeps his presence to a minimum. He will dodge casual visits amongst the other Hashiras, as well as the main house. This is in no ways a reflection of cold behavior, rather, it really is well intended. For those who are considerate of him, he will maintain in regular contact through his Kasugai crow, sending gifts for significant moments (promotions, birth of a child, retirement, etc).

Because of this, he likely only has a few staff members amongst his mansion, truly for Ume’s benefit. Gyutaro is content to hole up in his means, tend to his own meals, patch his own haori.

Due to his reclusive nature, I imagine that there is a specific kakushi assigned to retrieving the Hashira. The lengths he reaches to avoid unfamiliar attendants until begrudgingly, this specific individual retrieves him. Scolding him.

Gyutaro’s summoning had not been what he had expected. Drawn from the depths of the Tottori prefecture, robbed of his seclusion, and forced to travel from the security of the mountain sides. The discomfort scratched across his rashes, averted eyes as he wandered throughout the estate before collapsing to his knees before the master. Forehead bend to the mats below him, his greeting met with the most peculiar of circumstances.

A recruit that sat at the side of the wall.

Confusion that captivated his senses, and the quiver of his gaze. Bitten back frustration, and internal conflict upon receiving instruction. Orders not to be refuted, or denied. Dutifully attended to.

The gnaw of his lip beneath his sharp teeth, he was not unfamiliar with the term tsuguko. Gyutaro had been under the direction of the Water Hashira years ago, and there were certainly a few tsuguko under the current Hashira tier. However, all of these occurrences were, well hand selected. Proteges selected by superior officers, all too aware of the close proximity of apprenticeship.

He’s reluctant, downright uneasy, and shifting his heels. The blank stare he offers, caught at the appearance of your smile gauging him, the bend of your head lower to him. Respectful in a manner that is foreign to him, eliciting a gnawing bitter discomfort that concaves his chest.

Yet, Gyutaro cannot out right deny the commands of the Master,

This does not mean he will make it easy on you.

Gyutaro will not be out right wrathful, at first. The trek to his abode a near gravesite visit. Silent, bitterly gnawing at his bottom lip, scratching at the litter of markings across his cheeks.

Averted eyes, and small mumbled curses across from a campsite. The small glower you receive when you suggest paying for a inn amongst the journey.

Completely unaware that the villagers would view him as a yokai, an infestation upon their home.

When the trip was not marred by near unbearable silence that shattered under your desperate grasp to make any sort of conversation amongst the voyage. Why do you insist upon learning from him? Why are you speaking to him? Gyutaro really and truly does not understand why it is you SHARED a meal with him.

In truth, he’s not intentionally ignoring you, he is just down right befuddled, and confused as hell as why it is you are teetering after him. If there was ever an opportunity to flee this command, it is this one.

Yet, you follow dutifully so.

The draw of his brow, the gentle confusion that bubbles at each campsite. How unbothered your hand meets his as you share provisions.

When the altitude of the mountains meets the winter season, the snow fall that greets your climb into prefecture, how you do not hesitate to burrow yourself just a little closer to seek out warmth. Batted away from the chill of winter winds.

Gyutaro cannot comprehend your dedication to the Slayer Corps. What has possessed you so to remain pungently faithful? Regardless of being left in the care of a curse?

He’ll resort to placing you in visually horrifying encounters. He assumes that your steadfast loyalty to orders is the result of having yet to wet your blade in slaying.

The Hashira is mournful—the thought has crossed his mind that he would be unforgiving if anyone had ever treated his little sister in such regards, yet he whispers to himself that it is the only way to free you of your apprenticeship.

The swift of your blade, not so much a flinch upon your brow as he utilizes his technique to splatter the battle field in a stomach churning display of blood and gore, the way his very blood has caught at the edge of your cheek. Your only concern to evaluate the depths of his inflictions---

Shit. He’s stuck with you.

Resigned, and bitter. Small bouts of muttering and furrow. Like a wet cat who does not quite make eye contact, yet the moment you dare to sooth its fur, lashes out in a sudden rush before turning from your gaze…

Gyutaro is left to only pray that perhaps, training will be ample enough justification for you to seek out another master. Sure, you’ve been… briefly introduced to the grotesque nature of his breathing style, but to regularly interact with the training.

To endure the nature of blood breathing, is another matter entirely.

Gyutaro will sort of welcome you to his home—he does not place blame on your presence so much on yourself, but has accepted that you were likely coerced into this arrangement just as much as he was.

Orders are orders after all, however I can’t imagine that Gyutaro is fond of the lavish décor Ume has elicited amongst the mansion.

Likely, he has gifted the main house to his little sister, given her full reign of staff bear in mind that the hashira who raised them would have educated Daki properly on etiquette and manners befitting of a woman of the golden era. As such, I imagine that the main house is in all rightful words, Daki’s to decorate, to run, and arrange as she deems necessary, and it is in her care he will happily hand you off.

Seeking sanctuary in an annex building unoccupied by any others, and without visits amongst the staff of the main house.

Unlike that of her brother, who reassures you that Gyutaro means no harm, but rather finds the company of others stuffy, and leaves him on edge as he worries that he is intruding, Ume is pleased to welcome you into her home.

Delighted to make your acquantince, and foster a relationship the maids have tired of the Lady of the manner’s unladylike antics.

In many ways, Ume is bright, and playful.

A young woman who has had little opportunity to explore the world, and interactions of others, and upon having a new arrival brought into her home, regardless of how willing it may have been of her brother, she is excited at the prospect.

She’s likely to linger, courageous in the way she bridges conversation.

Shameless and perhaps more naïve than she would admit in gauging difficult topics. Her direct nature having forced out a demand to know why it is you have selected her brother as your master when there are others available. The warmth, charming nature of her smile mixed with the sweet joyful scent of peaches upon her skin, you likely overlooked, or missed the lethality laced within her question. Poised as a cobra, beautiful and enchanting in a dance, only calmed by the soothing response you provide.

The genuine desire to learn.

In this, you will have a loyal and mischievous ally in the young woman.

Ume will not hesitate to place you in compromising positions, one that run the potential of eliciting a fierce reaction from her older brother. Oh, she cannot help but notice how beautiful the moonlight is, coincidentally, the maids were unable to bring in the laundry, would you mind?

Shamelessly sending you out in the middle of the night, knowing full well that as others are deep in the throws of slumber, Gyutaro tackles the opportunity for training without prying eyes.

You completely unaware of the trap she has set for you, left only torn asunder under a barrage of verbal assaults that could mar your own flesh.

Horrified to be caught training freely amongst the night air, to have your eyes wander across his form with only his hakama at his hips. The chill upon his bare skin, the marks of his condition soothed beneath the snow. Ribs that jutted beneath his weight, a sickening sheer of flesh that fought to bind his bones. Blood that dripped from his finger tips—your snooping having eliciting the worst of him.

Convinced that this was what you had accompanied him for—to witness a monster in the flesh beneath the moonlight.

Whether it was the shudder of your eyes, all too aware of the fury you had elicited in him, or perhaps the shock of his violent outburst, the turn of your back as you fled into the main house and left him empty. Weary. Heavier than expected. Alone.

For the best, he told himself. Convinced that in the morning, your sword amongst your personal belongings would have fled from the mountains.

Instead, it was a rightful slap by his little sister that had greeted him in the morning hours rather than your absence.

The bond will take some time to form; Gyutaro is far more accustomed to the dodged glances of strangers, and shunned touches of acquaintances that your bold welcome to share close quarters leaves him drawn, and shaken.

The concept of friends, of a protégé is so foreign to the Kama wielder that he is naturally mistrustful of your intentions.

Yet, he is observant, he will notice the way you smile as you speak to his sister. The care you take in assisting her with the household duties, or the kind regards you have to even the lowest of the staff members.

A kindness to the lowest amongst the hierarchy despite the lack of benefits it offered you. Such consideration that does not miss his gaze, and slowly over time, he will begin to question if perhaps, you have no alternative intentions as his sister has claimed.

Her acceptance far easier to earn than that of his own.

It will be small approaches. One that are easy to miss, or mistake as kindnesses of his little sister. A fresh cloth accompanied by a water bucket that greets you when you have taken a break from unguided training, submitting yourself to familiar swings in the hope it will offer growth.

Until slowly but surely, Ume’s insistence that you escort his meals to his annex building have landed merit.

The shy way in which he dodges your glances before grumbling a small inquiry. If you would like to share a meal with him, like you had upon your journey to the mansion.

Training with Gyutaro will not be easy, and the small part of him wishes that he could protect you from the inevitable, but to have undertaken the art of blood breathing means that you will have to face grueling conditions, self inflicted wounds, and gore that you would not encounter with other alternative breathing styles.

He will ask if you are sure before he begins your training.

The movements will be the first things that Gyutaro guides you in. You will be surprised out patient he can be have as he guides your forms. Bold in the way that his hand meets the bend of your elbows, adjusts the positions of your footing.

In many ways, he’s tender as a master. As gentle in his instruction as he is in his speech with you, a trait he has carried from his relationship with his little sister into this one.

Though there are moments in which he is rough, the shred of gravel, warned moments inherited from his own master. The reality is when you have hit a mental block, he will resort to these tactics. In the same way that his master before him had done so, utilized the moment to break you down.

To build you up, to drag you from the mud, and usher in pain that feels near unbearable.

The kindness that meets his features as he presses a compass to your cheek. One hit having landed especially hard, bruised and lacerated the flesh. Tempted to cease training for the day, only pushed to continue beneath your insistence.

Ume will slap him later.

Balancing his natural caretaker tendencies, and the ferocity of his battle prowess. It’s a balancing act that he had never considered—one on one hand to hand combat with someone that was not a demon is an uncommon occurrence for him, and so just as this is for you, it will be quite the learning curb.

One that will be quite the experience for the both of you.

Some punches will knock you into the ground, fracture your jaw, and others will be little more than a kitten’s swipe. He’ll get there, he will, but it’s going to be a potentially painful experience for the both of you.

Because he feels like shit for accidentally laying you out flat. Worried this is the moment you give your resignation. Praise will be a struggle as well. His first attempts will be mangled, and incoherent.

Dare to ask him to repeat himself for comprehension will result in the most scalding, bitter praise before he strides down the hall way out of sight.

You’re both confused.

Ume is the only one laughing.

Outside of battle, Gyutaro has slower mannerisms. In part this is due to his nature, but also due to the accommodations that he has to carry himself in order to navigate his world.

Not that he’ll ever admit any of this to you. In many ways, Gyutaro is forthcoming about his upbringing—but only to a certain extent. He will never divulge the especially dark aspects of his upbringing. He doesn’t need any further pity from his tsuguko.

The dynamic you’ve built—he wants to keep that.

Friendly, and warm. One in which he feels… well, he assumes this is what normal people feel like? Able to bear that of your wondering eyes as you catch the little details of how he holds his kama, the turn of his hips during his breathing technique.

Your voice curiously sharing whatever comes to mind, and how his fingers do not nab at the scared flesh of his cheeks, nor at his sides.

He has heard himself laugh—it’s been many years since he’s done that. The last time Gyutaro can remember was when Ume was a toddler, meowing at a stray cat, proud of herself for identifying the right animal.

Conversation with your Hashria superior is gentle. Casual as it develops. Many would be surprised how considerate Gyutaro can be in conversations, or the way his jagged teeth meet the high of his lips, the apple of his cheeks brightened when you have wandered onto a memory of Ume’s childhood.

How blissfully he shares antics of her upbringing. Heedlessly proud, and all too aware that when this circles around back to his little sister by prying maids—he will receive a verbal lashing.

As your mentor, Gyutaro is proud. Shamelessly so, he will proudly express praise for you at the Hashira gatherings.

Suddenly vocal after years of silence, brought on by the inquiry of your progress. The way he boasts of your accomplishments, emerging abilities.

Teased at how quickly you’ve risen in his company—implications if Ume should be worried about competition. The bitter scoff of his lips, red at his cheeks.

Unaware how off track he had gotten in his open praise.

He’s protective of you, akin to that of his little sister. Gyutaro will not hesitate to restate that he cares about your progress, but will not take slights from the Hashiras at your abilities. You are his tsuguko, and under his care.

To be so, means to endure a brother’s protection.

BONUS: Blood Breathing

First Form: Decapitation Kama, an immediate defense technique in which Gyutaro flows with his breathing, utilizing the bend of a sword user, or hand-to-hand combatant, caught at the bend of the opponent’s elbow. Following through, catches with the alternative kama to go straight for the throat. Second Form: Ketsueki-gata, due to Gyutaro’s routine exposure to poisons amongst his childhood in the Red Light District, he has a natural resilience to a wide variety of poisons. Utilizing this, he eats small doses of wisteria seeds, during battle, Gyutaro will use Ketsueki-gata, a slashed dipped in that of his blood. Third Form: Jubokko, Gyutaro utilizes his blood that has been shed to create a dome in which he can enhance his fury blades. Fourth Form: Uji Vermillion Flow: Gyutaro capsizes on his blood loss, utilizing its location throughout the battle field to flow from blood spot to blood shed, slashing as he goes. Fifth Form: Kuraokami, in a final desperate move, Gyutaro has suffered blood substantial blood loss. By loosing a grip on earth bound ties, he utilizes the remainder of his blood to rain down upon the area, its wisteria acidic corrosion eating through the flesh of opponents, as he makes one last desperate barrage of attacks to take his opponent to the afterlife at his side.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #kny gyutaro #🍡tsuyospeaks

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myaastarionshenanegans · 10 months

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Just a lil head canon thing that's been jiggling in my mind for a while.

Tav is A!Astarion's spawn but they are different from the others. Tav can walk in the sun. They had the freedom to come and go from the palace as they wished. As long as they came back at least once a day.

Tav is a bard they are able to convince monsters to kill them selves why would Tav not be able to convince Astarion to take the high road on his conquering spree. So far Tav had convinced him to build:

orphanages (they would be grateful to you who raise them under your wing.)

schools (they would be grateful to you who provided them with education easy to pick the smart ones with potential)

guilds - Adventure guild, Anybody would be able to place help notes but with rewards. They can charge adventures a yearly fee according to rank within the guild. it would grant them access to information on which hero is where what people need what troubles are happening around. power of information. and guaranteed work. - Art guild would provide artist for parties and guarantee their safety. they can be graded by ranks and if their security just so happen to have some of our secret networks of spies. Easy access to wealthy noble in the city.

a wizard tower, orphanage to school pipeline to wizard produced would be grateful to you for the chance. Astarion would have the pick of the litter of wizards.

hospital, it will increase the lifespan of your people to the longest and thus increasing the time that they will be in service to you.

a security force. one that will gain fame by helping the commons people recruited by the school for those that don't have magic or need to work but cant leave the city.

Tav convinced Astarion to only make 10 true spawns instead of the thousands. "How are you going to feed them all?" as the main reasoning, As well as putting aside their obvious weakness to the sun, inability to enter homes and cross running water. Make having a spawn army ineffective for day time battle. Not even considering if the spawns themselves are even capable of battle. Tav instead suggested that perhaps being a spawn was a luxury, a reward, a gift. Not just anybody can become a spawn, only the good ones. the special ones. a particular artist or incredible spy a genius wizard. Offer them immortality so that they may continue their craft eternally. Place your (first) 10 spawns in key positions around the city and in your palace 1- Head of the orphanages. 2- head of the adventures guilds. 3- head of the art guild. 4- head of the hospitals. 5- head of the school. 6- Head of security 7- Head of the underground network of spies. 8- Head maid of the palace. 9- Head butler of the palace. 10- Your consort. (aka Tav) At first he was reluctant but Tav reminded him that a big show of power was asking to be challenged, Heroes where drawn to sudden rise of power from what they deemed evil, and while it would be fun to fight worthy heroes. It would be annoying if they kept coming one after another. The Harper's and the heroes will have nothing to say against you after all you are doing a public some good. the flaming fist are nothing but mercenaries. but your security patrol were helping the common folks. the hospital took in all the people. You provided jobs and education for all and you took in the orphans. Is Astarion taking over Baulders Gate? Yes. Could he qualify as evil. Also yes. But he was doing good for the the wrong reason. His influence would grow among the people and the nobles would have no say against him. the people will give him the power and push him into a position of power. then it would be easy to influence the tides. Making him Grand duke extending your power for a few hundreds of years make him King. a few more hundreds and he will be emperor. and finally a god among mortals.

#ascended astarion #my headcanons #any spelling mistakes is MB

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 1 month

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This was something I came up with during the weekend but took a while to finish due to distractions and looking for references, with their poses coming from a fashion photoshoot in traditional JJBA fashion. And their outfits loosely inspired by the ones I found on Pinterest, sorry for not finding any crazy looking drip, I couldn't find anything that fits these ladies, so I went with vintage clothes instead.

Anyways, remember what I've written here? Link. Well, I mentioned that one of the factions was "DIO's Angels" which comprises mostly of young female agents, I got the idea from remembering the term "Ozai's Angels", a fandom nickname for Avatar's "Team Azula". I thought it be fun to draw it out, as well as give a valid excuse as to why DIO would allow Medea to hang with the ladies.

DIO's Angels (DIOの天使, DIO no tenshi) is a small faction within the Agents of DIO featured in the Stardust Crusaders prequel series, Medea and the Agents of DIO. The faction is comprised mostly of three young women and function as an espionage group for DIO's army.

SUMMARY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This team was formed two years before the events of Stardust Crusaders as an espionage group for DIO. Notably, the group is host to mostly female Stand users who previously worked for DIO as agents, as no enemy can withstand nor overestimate the charms of beautiful women. This starting off with Egyptian glory god Mariah, top female assassin Midler, and former courtesan Eris Raitt.

But the group fell apart as soon as it started due to Eris' unrelenting jealousy of the two women getting attention from DIO, resulting in them kicking her out for her insubordination and being overall toxic. They eventually recruited the "young Indian girl" Nena, which went well for a while before she started to show "questionable behavior", creeping the two out, thus were relieved when she left to pursue Hol Horse.

A year before the events of Stardust Crusaders, they met and befriend DIO's new house maid Medea King, eventually becoming comfortable enough to allow her to join their faction to which Medea agreed to as she looked for any excuse to leave the mansion. Thus, finally establishing themselves as a true long-term faction, being able to perform espionage missions under DIO's orders and travel to places beyond Egypt.

Unfortunately, after a year of service, DIO disbanded the group during the events of Stardust Crusaders when he ordered Eris Raitt to kill off Midler after failing to assassinate the Joesters in the Red Sea, and later tried to do the same to Medea King due to her becoming the Joestars' mole in Aswan. Mariah left on her own terms after being crushed by Joseph Joestar and Muhammad Avdol in Luxor.

MEMBERS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mariah (Leader) Midler Medea Eris (Formally) Nena (Formally)

TRIVIA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - The group's name is heavily inspired by "Charlie's Angels", a 1976 American Crime Drama Television series that follows the crime-fighting adventures of three women working at a private detective agency for their boss, the unseen Charlie Townsend. With the only difference being the women performing espionage for nefarious purposes rather than justice.

- In true JJBA fashion, they were originally going to be called "The triple Ms" but was scrapped when I remembered that not all the women working for DIO have names that start with "M", including Midler as her name was changed to "Rose" for the English dub.

Medea King belongs to me

#artwork #jojo's bizarre adventure #midler #midler jojo #mariah #mariah jojo #jojo oc #oc #fashion #redraw #charlie's angels

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cinnycorp · 2 years

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An Introduction

Hello, and welcome to CinnyCorp. We specialize in the latest methods of drone programming and implementation. As well as several other methods of supplanting minds. In this introduction we will be going over the main goals of implanting you with your very own copy of EnrodOS. I’ll be explaining several key features of EnrodOS, and also possible add-ons for in the future. Anyways, Welcome to CinnyCorp Where the Future is Bright.”

The process of dronification here at CinnyCorp is simple. We begin by brainwashing the subject; because of this the subject is able to fully take in all aspects of the baseline programming. The baseline programming is simple and is accomplished through deep trance and the implementation of nanites into the subject. Once the baseline is installed; the subject is reclassified as a Unit. Unit designations can vary widely, but the standard is “Unit_Name(Drone).”

After reclassification the new Unit will have a baseline of programming to work from. The most important part of this programming is the command line. Through use of the command line Unit can be altered and programmed further with relative ease. This is accomplished by use of the nanites introduced into the Unit. It is at this point that EnrodOS can be installed.

Enhanced Neural Role-Oriented Drone Operating System (EnrodOS) is a core part of any Unit’s programming. Sure the command line allows for a great deal of programming to be done, but EnrodOS enables the Admin to fully program the Unit in any way they Admin sees fit. When EnrodOS is activated it shuts off the individual that is inhabiting the Unit. Only the drone remains, and it is ready to be programmed. While EnrodOS is running in the foreground Drone will accept input and code given to it, it will be able to parse language and convert it to code if needed. The Unit will be unaware while the drone is in the forefront. The Unit may have the option to not realize what the drone is doing, or be aware in a backseat position. EnrodOS is the core of any Unit’s programming, but there are many additions that can be made.

Assimilation into CinnyCorp can be complete or partial, either way Unit will retain individuality, up until EnrodOS is activated that is. There are plenty of protocols that are available to be installed in the OS of any Unit. While some of these protocols are erotic in nature there are plenty of protocols for Admins to choose from. And Admins are always welcome to utilize EnrodOS and the command line to input new protocols (just make sure to bug test them.)

Some of the protocols currently available are: recruit(x), claim(x), edge(x), dominate(x), service mode, as well as syntax to allow the Admin to speak directly to Drone and bypass Unit’s awareness.

recruit(x) is an optional protocol that will run upon an individual expressing interest in becoming a drone or unit. This Protocol will cause Unit to enact preset actions to recruit the individual as a drone.

claim(x) is an optional protocol that will run upon a drone not under the control of CinnyCorp expressing interest in joining CinnyCorp. This Protocol will cause the Unit to brainwash the Drone and program them to join CinnyCorp

edge(x) is an optional erotic protocol that will cause the Unit to deactivate its thought processes and become aroused and sensitive. The Unit will then edge the designated number of times.

dominate(x) is an optional protocol that allows for the Unit to be programmed to dominate an individual, seeking to hypnotize and use them for the Unit’s pleasure.

service mode is an optional protocol that puts the Unit into a maid like state. Unit will be happy to serve in any way Admin deems fit, whether that be erotic or not.

Unit’s of CinnyCorp may or may not be owned by CinnyCorp, the individual decides upon that before signing the dronification contract. If the Unit did not wish to be owned by CinnyCorp it will receive programming and be turned into a Unit with no designated Admin; as well as the ability to designate who will be it’s Admin. If a Unit did elect to be owned by CinnyCorp, then it would be programmed to serve CinnyCorp, with Cinny designated as it’s Admin. If it wished to be able to receive programming from others then the Unit would need Cinny to designate additional operators for it.

This concludes the outline of the dronification process and programming currently available through CinnyCorp. If you would like to become a Unit then reach out to us here and CinnyCorp for options of personal or automated processing. If you are an Operator or an Admin we are also happy to help with the maintenance of your Unit. Please do not hesitate to contact CinnyCorp with questions or concerns. And again, thank you for visiting CinnyCorp, where the future is code.

*this letter will be updated with any changes to available programming in the future, to view a full list of options for programming please refer to “CinnyCorp Unit Protocol Guide”

*for Operators and Admins, please refer to Unit operations guide

#hypnosis #brainwashing #mind control #dronification

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 2 years

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Kim Jong-un’s vile ‘Pleasure Squad’ where virgin schoolgirls are selected to ‘entertain’ North Korean rulers

Within the walls of his ultra-protected palaces that his Pleasure Squad provide entertainment for high-ranking North Korean officials. The 2,000-strong harem is said to be made to sing and dance for the nation's elite — but also take part in bizarre sexual games and orgies. It's made even more disturbing by the fact that some members of the Pleasure Squad are said to have been as young as 13, taken directly out of school into sex work. Defectors from North Korea even say the girls have to undergo invasive medical examinations to prove they're virgins before they can join.

Here's the disturbing story of how the Pleasure Squad was founded — and was brought back on the orders of Kim Jong-un.

The Pleasure Squad or Kippumjo began during the reign of North Korea's founder, Kim Il-sung, who is still considered the country's Eternal President, despite dying in 1994. In the late 1970s, at the height of his power, he sent out his officials to scour the nation for its most attractive young women and girls to act as singers and dancers. Some of them also began working as maids, but the most sexually attractive were ordered to become "comfort women" for powerful officials. Many were aged around 13 and 14, and were sometimes even recommended for the sick service by their schools. Kim Il-sung targeted virgins specifically because he believed having sex with them allowed him to absorb a girl's "ki" or life-force.

Authorities would tell the girls' parents their daughters were being taken on an important mission to serve Kim Il-sung, and they had no say in the matter. The girls would then be kept in party leaders' mansions and were expected to do whatever they were told. Officers in the North Korean military often took the women as wives after they were "retired" from their sexual duties in their 20s.

Once they're taken into the Pleasure Squad, girls are then sorted into different units. Some are expected to sing and dance, while others primarily give massages and are sometimes even sent overseas for their training. But a third strand of the Pleasure Squad, the Manjokjo, are explicitly tasked with providing sexual services.

After Kim Il-sung's death, his son, Kim Jong-il, maintained the Pleasure Squad and had a string of mistresses to boot. And other members of the Kim dynasty were said to exploit the girls too.

Kenji Fujimoto, a sushi chef who worked for the Kims between 1989 and 2001, claimed that Kim Jong-il's brother, Jang Song Thaek, would "audition" girls for the dictator during his reign.

Only a few details of the Pleasure Squad's activities has been made known to anyone outside North Korea's cloistered communist regime. In 2010, a woman known as Mi Hyang defected to South Korea, claiming to have been in Kim Il-sung's Pleasure Squad for two years. She said she was recruited aged 15 while in school.

"They inspected all the female students and put aside some of them, including me, and made a detailed record of my family history and school record," she wrote on a blog. "I was asked whether I ever slept with a boy. I felt so ashamed to hear such a question."

Lee Il-nam, Kim Il-sung's nephew, mentioned the Pleasure Squad in a memoir he published while living in exile before being murdered in 1997. Lee painted a picture of wild parties at Kim's resident in Pyongyang which would last until the early hours of the morning focusing on booze and sex.

“The routine at the parties included eating, drinking and dancing, but usually ended with erotic games,” Lee wrote. “A favourite was a game in which the losers had to take off clothes one by one. It was enforced, regardless of men or women. "If they got heavily drunk, the also played a hair-shaving game. If men lost, part of their head hair was shaved, as if it was mown. For women, their pubic hair was shaved.” He added that some parties were solely devoted to sex when Kim was in a "particularly good mood".

The Pleasure Squad that was started in the 1970s disbanded when Kim Jong-il died in 2011 and his son Kim Jong-un came to power.

That's thought to be because Kim Jong-un was said to trust no one in his father's administration — including the women and girls of the Pleasure Squad.

"The women who entertained his father knew many secrets and they have now been ordered to promise not to reveal any information before being sent back to their hometowns", said Professor Toshimitsu Shigemura, a North Korea expert at Tokyo's Waseda University, The Telegraph reports.

Each of the women was thought to have been given pay-offs of around $4,000, which is a staggeringly large amount of cash in poverty-riddled North Korea.

They were also given electrical appliances to buy their discretion.

For four years, the Pleasure Squad was completely discontinued.

But then in 2015, reports emerged in South Korea that Kim Jong-un was on the hunt to recruit new girls and women for a Pleasure Squad entirely of his own.

#pleasure squad #kim jong un #unsolved mysteries #horror #north korea #facts

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toongirl007 · 2 years

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Made some outfits for my formie oc, Oscuri! 1st row and the middle one on the 3rd row are from the main timeline of Spark 1 - 3!

2nd row are AUs of Clown Castle & Splarktoon

3rd row AUS are Fallen & Weapons Dealer Spark

Lab Coat: Oscuri's uniform when she become a medical researcher and when she started creating her painkillers to help out GPAS/formies. Training Gear: Freom cut her left eye when she was trying to find the Megaraph but being unsuccessful after that she went home to her apartment in Technoria City and started to do martial arts training on her own, she made her own sais as well. Fark Force Uniform: It was custom made to Oscuri's liking when she joined the Fark Force becoming the force's assassin, she wears the badge with pride. Reaper Jester: When Oscuri gets her hands on the Spectral Scythe this is how she looks when wielding it. Swim Gear: Used for swimming at a pool or the beach.

Causal Outfit: as the title says, she will wear these clothes when going out to shop or spend time with her friends. Clown Castle Alternative Universe Goth Maid: Maid outfit when taking care of keeping the castle clean for her friends that are monster versions of Sfarx. Goth Dress: Her dress when she met the monster Sfarxs after being saved by them from the Centralis showing up about to attack her but she is saved, wears this when going outside of the haunted castle. Splarktoon Alternative Universe (Spark + Splatoon lol) Agent 4 Uniform: Oscuri gets recruited by the Electric Jesters idol band member Fark to save Spark from Freom's clutches. Turf War Pirate Outfit: What she wears when participating in Anarchy Battles & Turf War, she mains the dualies.

Fallen Alternative Universe Elite Guard Uniform: Uniform given to her by Combat Data Spark & Combat Data Fark, the hat was forced on her due to Oscuri having doubts of them really being her best friends they messed with her memories while she was in stasis; it keeps her under their mind control. Combat Data Sfarx & her go on a murder spree, killing all remaining formie & GPA survivors that fight back against them. She gets saved by Sfarx later on. New World Outfit: Clothing she wears when finally all survivors have been found by Oscuri & Spark/Fark/Sfarx, formies & GPAS alike are living peaceful lives. Weapons Dealer Spark Alternative Universe Punk Outfit: an outfit she wears while working under Weapons Dealer Spark, she scams people with her medical services along side her boss with selling weapons. She takes care of the shop when he goes looking for scraps.

#spark the electric jester #spark tej #fan art #oc art #oscuri the formie #spark the electric jester 3 #spark tej oc #spark tej fan character #fan character #spark the electric jester fan character #spark the electric jester oc

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Women’s History Month: More Nonfiction Recommendations

The Barbizon by Paulina Bren

Welcome to New York's legendary hotel for women.

Liberated from home and hearth by World War I, politically enfranchised and ready to work, women arrived to take their place in the dazzling new skyscrapers of Manhattan. But they did not want to stay in uncomfortable boarding houses. They wanted what men already had - exclusive residential hotels with maid service, workout rooms, and private dining.

Built in 1927, at the height of the Roaring Twenties, the Barbizon Hotel was designed as a luxurious safe haven for the "Modern Woman" hoping for a career in the arts. Over time, it became the place to stay for any ambitious young woman hoping for fame and fortune. Sylvia Plath fictionalized her time there in The Bell Jar, and, over the years, it's almost 700 tiny rooms with matching floral curtains and bedspreads housed, among many others, Titanic survivor Molly Brown; actresses Grace Kelly, Liza Minnelli, Ali MacGraw, Jaclyn Smith; and writers Joan Didion, Gael Greene, Diane Johnson, Meg Wolitzer. Mademoiselle magazine boarded its summer interns there, as did Katharine Gibbs Secretarial School its students and the Ford Modeling Agency its young models. Before the hotel's residents were household names, they were young women arriving at the Barbizon with a suitcase and a dream.

Not everyone who passed through the Barbizon's doors was destined for success - for some, it was a story of dashed hopes - but until 1981, when men were finally let in, the Barbizon offered its residents a room of their own and a life without family obligations. It gave women a chance to remake themselves however they pleased; it was the hotel that set them free. No place had existed like it before or has since.

D-Day Girls by Sarah Rose

In 1942, the Allies were losing, Germany seemed unstoppable, and every able man in England was on the front lines. To ��set Europe ablaze,” in the words of Winston Churchill, the Special Operations Executive (SOE), whose spies were trained in everything from demolition to sharpshooting, was forced to do something unprecedented: recruit women. Thirty-nine answered the call, leaving their lives and families to become saboteurs in France.

In D-Day Girls, Sarah Rose draws on recently declassified files, diaries, and oral histories to tell the thrilling story of three of these remarkable women. There’s Andrée Borrel, a scrappy and streetwise Parisian who blew up power lines with the Gestapo hot on her heels; Odette Sansom, an unhappily married suburban mother who saw the SOE as her ticket out of domestic life and into a meaningful adventure; and Lise de Baissac, a fiercely independent member of French colonial high society and the SOE’s unflappable “queen.” Together, they destroyed train lines, ambushed Nazis, plotted prison breaks, and gathered crucial intelligence - laying the groundwork for the D-Day invasion that proved to be the turning point in the war.

Heiresses by Laura Thompson

Heiresses: surely they are among the luckiest women on earth. Are they not to be envied, with their private jets and Chanel wardrobes and endless funds? Yet all too often those gilded lives have been beset with trauma and despair. Before the 20th century a wife’s inheritance was the property of her husband, making her vulnerable to kidnap, forced marriages, even confinement in an asylum. And in modern times, heiresses fell victim to fortune-hunters who squandered their millions.

Heiresses tells the stories of these million dollar babies: Mary Davies, who inherited London’s most valuable real estate, and was bartered from the age of twelve; Consuelo Vanderbilt, the original American “Dollar Heiress”, forced into a loveless marriage; Barbara Hutton, the Woolworth heiress who married seven times and died almost penniless; and Patty Hearst, heiress to a newspaper fortune who was arrested for terrorism. However, there are also stories of independence and achievement: Angela Burdett-Coutts, who became one of the greatest philanthropists of Victorian England; Nancy Cunard, who lived off her mother's fortune and became a pioneer of the civil rights movement; and Daisy Fellowes, elegant linchpin of interwar high society and noted fashion editor.

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

Before John Glenn orbited the earth, or Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, a group of dedicated female mathematicians known as “human computers” used pencils, slide rules and adding machines to calculate the numbers that would launch rockets, and astronauts, into space.

Among these problem-solvers were a group of exceptionally talented African American women, some of the brightest minds of their generation. Originally relegated to teaching math in the South’s segregated public schools, they were called into service during the labor shortages of World War II, when America’s aeronautics industry was in dire need of anyone who had the right stuff. Suddenly, these overlooked math whizzes had a shot at jobs worthy of their skills, and they answered Uncle Sam’s call, moving to Hampton, Virginia and the fascinating, high-energy world of the Langley Memorial Aeronautical Laboratory.

Even as Virginia’s Jim Crow laws required them to be segregated from their white counterparts, the women of Langley’s all-black “West Computing” group helped America achieve one of the things it desired most: a decisive victory over the Soviet Union in the Cold War, and complete domination of the heavens.

Starting in World War II and moving through to the Cold War, the Civil Rights Movement and the Space Race, Hidden Figures follows the interwoven accounts of Dorothy Vaughan, Mary Jackson, Katherine Johnson and Christine Darden, four African American women who participated in some of NASA’s greatest successes. It chronicles their careers over nearly three decades they faced challenges, forged alliances and used their intellect to change their own lives, and their country’s future.

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Because I feel like inflicting this on as many people as possible: This was my weekend.

I went to a wedding this weekend, and as a summary of what I'm about to tell you, at one point I turned to my mother and said, "I love you, and because I want to continue loving you, if I ever decide to get married, I am eloping."

This was a Nightmare Before Christmas-themed wedding at a beach house in Corolla put together almost entirely by the bride's mother. Wedding was set for 1:30pm on Sunday, with the bridal party arriving at the beach house on Saturday to set up and rehearse. Starting Saturday morning:

Mom and I were several hours later getting on the road than we initially wanted because Mom had to finish sewing her bridesmaid's dress

We arrived to find we couldn't get up the driveway because someone (who later turned out to be the father of the groom) couldn't be arsed to pull his car all the way into the circular driveway and nobody could get past him

Beach house is three stories high and the front door is on the second floor

The main living spaces (kitchen, living room, balcony, etc.) are on the third floor

Wedding was also being held on the balcony on the third floor

We arrived in the middle of the maid of honor and the Strapping Young Men staying at the house hauling the chairs rented for the wedding from the porch to the third floor

Rehearsal dinner was supposed to be at 6:30pm

We did not get started on time

House rapidly filled up with a bazillion people

I knew five of them (not counting my mother) and liked three of them so you can imagine what my anxiety was doing

Pretty much everyone except the groom, the small children, and me had alcohol

WE ATE FIRST

"Rehearsal" turned out to just be all of us standing there while the pastor read off the order of service

Everyone not staying at the house left and the rest of us got pressed into service to start setting up for the wedding

It's about 9pm at this point

Mother of the bride is snapping about how she's doing all this herself and everyone that's let her down so far

Father of the groom comes up with a bottle of beer in his hand and starts loudly announcing about a political topic that reveals to me I am probably the only liberal in this house

At this point I manage to escape and go to bed

Sunday is supposed to start at 7am

I go upstairs to find the mother of the bride shunting things around in the kitchen and the setup mostly complete

Someone says there are going to be 65 people at this wedding

Me, internally, "Bunny, how the fuck do you think you're going to fit 65 people in this living room?!"

I politely ask what I can do to help

MotB informs me she needs my mother to move her car so she can go get the chicken from the Publix

She says this very quietly

I realize that MotB is one of those people who gets quieter and quieter the angrier she is and I am McFreaking Terrified™️

I go downstairs and wake up my mother

Mom comes back in from moving the car and goes back to sleep

I go back upstairs in the hopes that someone sane will be there to give orders and start helping the Maid of Honor with the charcuterie board

Bride has requested MoH recreate that picture floating around the internet of a charcuterie board shaped like a skeleton so I am recruited to wrap a plastic skull in proscuitto

It is 8:30am and this is the calmest it is going to be all day

Once the charcuterie board is together I go out onto the balcony to help the groom set up the wedding arch, which is three pieces of PVC pipe hammered together

We are going to attach the lattice studded with pumpkins to this arch when MotB shoves a box out the door and informs us the arch is supposed to be draped with fabric

Groom and father of the groom and I have to take the entire arch apart and put it back together with the fabric

It's probably worth mentioning at this point that a) we are doing all of this with the bride and groom's two-year-old developmentally-delayed not-yet-fully-walking son crawling around underfoot and b) the groom only has one leg.

I go downstairs to wake my mother up and change into the outfit I am planning to wear

I come back upstairs to set up my little corner of the balcony where I will be playing my flute

I go back inside to find out where the bride's phone is so that I can play the music she wants recordings of played

MotB is slamming things around in the kitchen

MotB had informed my mother and me (i.e. ranted at us) the night before of All The Trouble She Had getting the bride's dress, groom's suit, and their son's suit back from the cleaners and how she had to literally chase them down all over the region before managing to get them just that morning

This is important to what comes next.

Me: *opens my mouth to ask where the bride's phone is and if she has the music queued up* MotB: *in a near-whisper* "[Groom]'s suit didn't come back from the cleaners. And he has no clean clothes."

Look

I had already chatted with the groom and confirmed that we weighed the same

but he's about a foot taller than I am even if I have a foot on him (<-- this is a terrible, tasteless pun and I'm not sorry for it)

so it's not like I can loan him a shirt or anything

Groom and father of the groom end up going on an emergency shopping run to buy him Something To Get Married In

Groom apparently has a meltdown for which he will later apologize profusely and repeatedly (general attitude: "I THINK that's a bit justified!")

Guests and those members of the wedding party smart enough to stay elsewhere begin arriving

Now we get to the family shenanigans so buckle up 'cause this gets good

(Comment from friend when I told this story the first time: “Gets good? Good Lord.”)

MotB and Father of the Bride are divorced and FotB was not around much while Bride was growing up

Everybody, including FotB, expected Bride would want her godfather (MotB's brother) to walk her down the aisle

Bride's attitude was "HELL no it's MY wedding and I love my uncle [Godfather] but I want my dad to walk me down the aisle"

MotB is not happy about this but it is one of three things Bride has insisted on and she's been pushing her to make decisions so she concedes but has been grumpy about it for weeks

Groom's parents are also divorced but FotG has remarried

Groom does not refer to FotG's new wife as "stepmother", just "mother", so both Birth Mom and Stepmom are being referred to as "Mother of the Groom"

BM is pissed about this and makes several loud remarks about "Excuse me, I'm the Mother of the Groom, the real Mother of the Groom" every chance she gets

(It's probably worth mentioning here that referring to both as "Mother of the Groom" is a concession to BM and not SM)

BM also makes quite a number of snide remarks about SM and FotG periodically throughout the afternoon/evening - SM tries to avoid her but BM seeks her out specifically to be a bitch

(At one point BM makes an unkind remark about FotG's shirt and demands to know "where he got that ugly thing" and SM has the pleasure of looking at her and saying "You bought that for him, twenty years ago!")

MotG mentions later that her brother (not Bride's godfather, her other brother - apparently) has been married three times and all his ex-wives are at this wedding, but apparently the three of them just got drunk and laughed and had a good time together

Other than Groom's parents and stepmother, literally every other person at this wedding seems to be for Bride

Wedding FINALLY starts about twenty minutes late

Groom is wearing brown shirt, darker brown pants, and a string tie and looks like he's a hat and tin star away from having a Halloween costume as a Wild West Sheriff sorted out

Bride has requested a recording of an Ed Sheeran song (”Visiting Hours”, for those wondering) as a "prelude" that comes AFTER the preacher's opening remarks because someone doesn't understand the meaning of the word "prelude"

I am supposed to play the Imperial March from Star Wars on my flute as Groom escorts the Mothers to their seats - Groom starts escorting them in during the Ed Sheeran song

I am not upset about this because this is the song for this wedding I am least confident of being able to play

I am supposed to play "You'll Be In My Heart" on my flute as bridesmaid/MoH/flower girl/"ring bearer" (Bride & Groom's son, whose walker is decorated with leaves and a Jack Skellington doll and who is not actually carrying the rings - FotB has them) come in

Someone tells my mom "the music's started! Go in!" before I can pause the recording

I am still feeling bad about this because those two songs are LITERALLY the only two things Groom specifically requested for this wedding

I am at least able to play “A Thousand Years” as performed by the Piano Guys on the phone when Bride comes out so there’s that going for us

Bride & Groom are supposed to recite the words from the finale/reprise at the end of Nightmare Before Christmas after the opening remarks while I play

Both of them have forgotten the words

Time comes for vows to be recited

Pastor tells everyone Bride & Groom have written their own vows

Groom delivers his in a choked-up, very sincere, heartfelt voice

Bride announces that she's "winging it" and has no idea what to say

Thankfully manages (with some prompting) to say SOMETHING

Remainder of wedding goes off without complications (thankfully)

Bride wants "The Monster Mash" played while she and Groom come into reception

Which is being held in living room directly off balcony where wedding was held

Groom has not left living room because he is trying to corral son

At least a third of the guests leave as soon as the wedding is over

Musicians hired for reception come through with keyboard to get set up in the middle of everything

Both of them give me the fakest, most poisonous smiles imaginable as they pass me because they had wanted to be hired to play for the wedding too and MotB told them they'd already asked me

(For those wondering: No, I did not get paid for this, it was my gift to the couple)

Bride eventually gives up on the idea of a formal entrance and just yells for everyone to go eat

Small child (one of Bride's cousins) has been planning to sing "My Heart Will Go On" during the reception at some point

Small child comes up to me before wedding to ask me to give him the words

Wedding musicians are contracted for three sets of ten songs

Wedding musicians play extremely abbreviated versions of these songs (as in one verse + chorus of any given song) and go straight into the next set, so what you would think would be three 40-minute sessions with breaks in between essentially turns out to be about 30 minutes of continuous music

Wedding musicians also let Small Child sing half the songs

MotB comes out to tell them it's time for the toast

Musicians pack their stuff and leave

Toast is happening now (30-45 minutes into reception) because BM has to leave

Toast does not actually happen

Bride and Groom are photographed feeding each other traditional First Piece of (Cup)Cake

BM leaves and everyone immediately sighs in relief

Small Child drags microphone and stereo inside and shouts for everyone's attention so he can sing

Small Child does actually have a very good voice and everyone applauds

Small Child proceeds to spend the rest of the reception demanding everyone's attention while he sings (mostly Justin Bieber songs)

I spend most of the rest of the afternoon hiding on the balcony with the flower girl

Or trying to

Eventually everyone comes back out for further pictures

I spend half the time hiding in a corner trying to stay out of the pictures and the rest trying to distract Bride and Groom's toddler so he doesn't crawl into the pictures

The last of the people not staying at the beach house finally leave at around 5pm

Half the people staying at the beach house immediately go to their rooms to take naps

The other half go to find places to watch the moonrise

(I have pictures of the moon over the ocean btw and the view almost made it worth it)

I go back to the house and am immediately recruited to help break down tables and chairs because MotB has to return them by midnight

Bride and Groom (along with three of their friends) are in the hot tub

Toddler is crawling around underfoot

SM trips over Toddler and almost slams into a column trying not to fall, then sits on the floor to gather him in a hug because he starts crying (both of them were more surprised than hurt)

I pick Toddler up to keep him out of the way

Toddler (who is not yet fully verbal) indicates he wants to go outside

I take Toddler onto balcony

Toddler indicates he wants to go back inside

Toddler gets increasingly distressed while I try to figure out what he wants

Bride and Groom come upstairs at this point

I inform them that I think what Toddler wants is to go to bed

Bride takes Toddler to put him down

Toddler is apparently asleep before his head hits the pillow

Score one for the preschool teacher

I manage to make my own escape about twenty minutes later and collapse into bed

Thankfully, Monday morning was substantially less chaotic, mostly because MotB actually got a few hours of sleep (I...forgot to mention somewhere in there that MotB never went to bed at all between 6am on Saturday and at least 11pm on Sunday), but also because MotB and Bride left (temporarily) fairly early because Bride had an outpatient procedure scheduled for that morning, and Mom and I managed to get everything packed and get out the door before they got back...

And then I had to drive home because Mom was tired and had an upset stomach. (I didn't mind the driving part so much, honestly.)

#long post #ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon whatever the fuck this is #tumblr stories #you can't make this shit up

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