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[vialofpink]

What does being in one of those wonderful hypnosis/brainwashing chairs feel like?

I'm gonna put out a diagram for the first session machines soon, but the training there is pretty intense

Subjects are purposefully made to forget their time there because that is when their mind gets its core alterations, we install failsafes to prevent any accidents from happening later on

The session is divided in three parts: the first is preparation, where the machine gathers data about the pet's body by stimulating it until the right arousal level is reached

At the same time the visor induces a trance, lowering resistance. This may take a while depending on the subject, that is why we use full body machines to monitor vitals and brain activity- visual and physical stimulation work in tandem, not autonomously

Once the pet's mind is 'open' enough for rewriting, the second phase begins. This one is the most intense and by far the longest.

By this time the algorithm in the machine is able to control what the subject feels with high accuracy which is needed to reinforce the programming, usually every trigger installment is paired with an orgasm (a process which is repeated until the mind has absorbed it)

In between the safety measures the rewriting also blurs the subject's past memories and subtly alters their personality to make them ready for their future training. Though most pets are usually way too mush brained to think of anything by this point, some may notice their desires grow stronger, fantasies twisting and past memories shifting to fit their new mold- though there is very little point in thinking about anything than the present, we make sure of that

By the end of the second phase the subject should be permanently rewired and primed for training, as a result of the methods used for the session, their sensitivity and libido are also heightened permanently

The third and last part of their stay in the chair is to stabilize the subject, after their mind has undergone what is a pretty heavy scrambling the machine makes sure everything goes back in place, hiding the evidence of what has been done (the triggers installed are only meant to be used in an emergency after all)

After a brief test to make sure the programming has taken stable hold the pet is worked back down to their previous self, ready to be molded by our training

The subject is then allowed to fall into unconsciousness and then taken out of the machine, washed, given the facility mark (usually a tattoo on the under navel area, but it can vary), clothed and brought to their room

Hope this clears things up!

[ask-hyoko]

bleh

☆~ karin asobe, or @shslb1tch

Was the sign off necessary for the singular word. This is why your parents don’t like you. Get out of my sight, pig.

[i-4m-your-true-g0d]

@ladyonpuhiganbana

‎♪ — 'leeches...hehehe~'

she seems to be enjoying her experiment, though, putting leeches on her arm in the comfort of her room. on her chest lay the brooch of an eye. a moving eye. the pupil of it was trained on her arm.

a small notebook with detailed recordings of how she feels and how long it takes for them to fall off along with a few sketches of leeches (the creature, idk what to classify them as).

she did sense the ghost in the corner of her room. it was a common occurrence~! as long as they behaved around her, she had no problems.

“Leeches? Hah, how interesting... this mortal seems to like creatures everyone hates... hehe~”

Morte thought to himself, while observing miss Higanbana. He was used to seeing "unique" mortals...? Beings? Whatever.

The brooch of an eye was what caught his attention. He's never seen anything like this before.

“...how does this work?"

With those words, which were inaudible for Onpu, he became visible. But not tangible yet. Onpu didn't exactly look... sane. And he didn't want to risk anything.

"Hello, dear mortal!~"

Morte bowed elegantly to her, as if he was on the stage in an opera. He looks quite... alive, and cheerful, unlike most ghosts Onpu may have sensed or seen before. And his voice... it sounded like a lullaby... it was as light and sweet as a cotton candy.

"It is quite rare for me to show myself to mortals who are not my followers... but you have caught my eye~"

He walked up closer, his walk resembling a walk of a feline. With both hands behind his back, Morte leaned down, staring at the brooch. All this time, he never stopped smiling...

"What is... this... curious little trinket you have here?"

He pointed his long, pale finger at the brooch, not aware that this is a functioning eye. He saw it move before, yes, but his brain didn't yet register that this is real and possible. So... he may have poked the eye with his nail.

[whumpsmith]

Alexei! Tell me about your family and/or friends. Any partners? Anyone you hate? Also, what does a typical day look like for you? - @emmettspace

Alexei's usually stoic expression morphs into a small smile as he thinks of his family.

"I used to be only child." he starts, "With mother who died when I was young and father who worked a lot. I was raised by babushka that lived in apartment above us. She was nice, but little bit senile. She died from gas leak when I was twelve. We took in her cat, he was also senile and peed everywhere. I think he missed his babulya. He found his way back to her a year later. I was alone from then on, until at sixteen I had my accident..."

He gestures at his left arm and leg, both of which had been replaced with high-tech prosthetics.

"I wound up in America, California. Now I have many siblings. I can't tell all details, but the woman who helped me get to USA brought me to her friend, Eren. He does robot prosthetic for animals, she thought Eren could help me too. Because I was only sixteen it was easier for me to stay if he adopted me, so he did. He knew how, he'd done it before. Tyler, my first brother. Genius kid who also did robotics and coding. He is same age as me and very smart, made lots of improvements to my left side. They were designed to make me very strong, but they used lot of energy. Tyler almost fixed that. I still use lots of energy for these, but it's not as extreme as before.

'Then we met Sylvester, but he prefers Sly. He is shapeshifter, can turn into animals. We live on big ranch and one day Sly made his home in stable for horses. We thought he was normal cat, but turns out he wasn't. Eren adopted him too. Sly didn't like it at first. We think he was raised by cats, but he warmed up eventually. He doesn't like strangers much, but at least we finally convinced him to eat at the table with everyone.

'I'm making it sound like there's only men at home, but it evens out. Eren's friend who brought me to him, we call her Andy. She lives on ranch too. And Eren has girlfriend, Skye. She was professional home cook he hired before they started dating. Now she cooks for whole family and has his credit card. Her spaghetti with meatballs is my favourite spaghetti with meatballs.

'And lastly our little sister, Keavy. She joined us shortly after Sly did. Her parents died in incident we were involved with—We use our abilities to fight crime, by the way—Eren felt responsible and she was glued to Sly like emotional support cat. She is doing a lot better now, trying to get into vet school. Only cries sometimes because it's not easy to get into vet school. We tease her for it, she puts too much chili in our food. You know, normal stuff."

He shrugs, still smiling.

"I would say my siblings are my friends. Between school and super hero adventures I don't have much energy for friends left. And we're mostly siblings on paper only, but get along like friends? It's hard to put into words. And...I do have partner actually. It's uh...it's Sly. There was no big romantic moment like in the movies, it just gradually happened as he warmed up to us, I guess I also warmed up to him."

He thinks a second about the next question, repeating it quietly to himself.

"Do I hate anyone...?" he murmurs, before shrugging, "Hate is strong word and strong emotion. I don't have enough energy to waste it hating someone, though Tyler has a friend from East Coast who comes close. He is friendly and also very smart, but he always suggests to add weapons to my arm. I never asked to have half my body replaced with machine built for war, why would I want rocket launcher added to that?"

He waves his good hand dismissively, sitting back with a sigh, the joy in his expression and voice earlier now fully gone.

"Typical day..." he wobbles his hand, "It varies. Sometimes lot of pain, no energy, I don't even leave my room. On normal days I wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, come home for lunch, nap, dinner, homework, repeat. Except every other Thursday I also see therapist before school. On good days and weekends I try to exercise also, or help Skye with shopping. She always stops at sandwich shop on the way home and treats us both, which works better than therapy. Either the sandwich or Skye's spaghetti with meatballs, it's strong tie, but both are still better."

He stifles a yawn in his hand.

"Sorry— Was that last question? I need to nap now, we'll talk more next time. Spaciba."

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Shoutout to @illustriousshadow for Tyler's annoying (read: beloved) unnamed friend! All other characters mentioned belong to moi.

Read more about my borg son Alexei, a character from the Heroes series, books 1 & 2 available to read over on @heroescore Tags: superheroes | sci-fi | story driven-whump and more

Big thanks to @emmettspace for the questions, hope you enjoyed the read!

[morioh-killer]

(In character ask) Joseph I’m not feeling too well :( I hate to be a bother but could you take care of me please? 🥺💜 ( Thank you Jay, hope you’re doing well! 💜)

Oh, Berry. You know I'll always take care of you. Anything you need, my sweetheart.

[yeehawutah]

[reply for @bodhis-pool-repair, og post found here.

Of all things he expected, Bodhi laughing was not one of them.

His cheeks darken to a red, incredibly surprised and embarrassed by the reaction. The one time Johnny tries to be stern and he gets laughed at. Again he points at the chair, firm in his decision.

“S-Sit, Bodhi.”

Well, that’s one way to shake a man’s confidence.

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @wehaveaprxblem, og post here]

She nodded slightly, listening to his explanation. Damn, they really got him good. Fang smiled slightly and pulled out a first aid kit. Of course the bruise wouldn’t magically go away, but she could help it get there.

“Fuck, brother, that sucks. Don’t worry, I’ll help patch you up.”

She pulled out antibiotic cream, just to make sure any scrapes didn’t get infected. “A little bit. Don’t worry, your money maker will survive.”

Teasing, of course.

[mal-likes-biscuits]

Remember when Auriel defeated Imperius in a duel?

Malthael furrows his brow, and considers whether the anonymous mortal means the question literally or symbolically.

Imperius has greater martial prowess than any other angel in the Heavens. In a direct duel, he would best us all, my sister included. However.

However, indeed. He momentarily loses himself in memory, smirking absently as a particular one rises to the surface.

The trick to besting Imperius is to outwit him. What my brother has in physical splendor he somewhat lacks in–

There is no polite way to say it.

–other faculties. Additionally, he always assumes others will show him the reverence befitting (he believes) a warrior of his caliber.

“I do not agree to this course of action! This is cowardly, and never has the Archangel of Valor bowed to the Lords of Hell.”

“Imperius, wait. We would continue this discussion further.”

“I will not wait for you to concede our victory!”

“Then I will ensure your hasty decision is granted some additional moments of consideration.”

“….UNWRAP ME THIS INSTANT.”

“Hardly, brother, or you would doom us all.”

After which, Imperius had indeed sat and stewed, until he had reconsidered his plan, and eventually proposed something more amiable to the Council. From what Malthael has heard, Auriel still engages in similar interventions to this day. Though, her success is reduced somewhat by the shrunken size of the council.

My sister’s actions were not respectful of his station. But they were called for. Did she best him in battle? No. Did she overcome his pride and stem his wrath, at least temporarily, in order to secure a much needed victory? Yes.