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[blackdollette]

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡." | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 777

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: smut, unprotected p in v, doggystyle, creampie, overstimulation, slightly implied aftercare, not proofread

when spencer reid fucks, he fucks.

it was nearly impossible to comprehend. the BAU’s genius, the one who beamed like a ray of sunshine and wouldn’t hurt a fly, turning you into a sobbing mess with the rapid thrust of his hips into your cervix? you would’ve laughed at the thought a few hours ago. now here you were, your face shoved into his pillow as he slammed himself into you, taking slight pleasure in the sounds of your muffled whimpers.

his veined hands dug into your bruised hips, the chestnut hairs on his head falling in tufts over his flushed face. he had seven and a half inches stirring within the gummy walls of your hole, his balls slapping against your puffy clit over and over again.

spencer’s lips glistened with juices of arousal as his groans echoed through the room. “m-my god, y-you’re losing it, aren’t you baby..?” he taunted, managing a breathy little laugh as you whimpered in response. he pulled out his cock, mainly to get a reaction out of you. your cunt fluttered around the absence of his rod, your hips rocking back desperately to feel him in your again.

he hissed, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he dragged the tip of his dick along your sticky entrance, coating it in your cum. you let out a laboured, shaky breath as he gave you a few wet slaps, pushing himself back into you inch by inch at a time.

you were a mess, your tears and spit saturating the pillow underneath you. not to mention how swollen you were getting from the relentless abuse on your hole, but you couldn’t complain. he had shoved his fingers into your mouth, anyway.

you could feel his neatly-trimmed v-line slam against the sore flesh of your ass each time he buried himself inside of you. a string of curses slurred from his lips, his grip on your hips only getting tighter with each passing second. your vision had gone hazy hours ago, your body completely submitting to his newfound dominance.

“i-i… i can’t, s-spence..!” you stammered out just as he began to rub sloppy circles on your clit with his long fingers. you rolled your hips against him, chasing an orgasm that seemed just within your reach. your pussy convulsed around his girth, making him toss his head back as a deep groan erupted from his gut. the lewd noises of skin slapping together quickly drowned out the groans, whimpers, and pleas. “c’mon, baby. j-just like that… use me…”

and you did. you ground against him, wanting to feel him in every way possible. sweat cascaded down the valleys and crevices of both of your bodies, adding additional heat to the steamy atmosphere. his cock twitched and throbbed as his balls swelled with the overwhelming presence of cum.

you were so, so close that it almost hurt. the sensations buzzing in your body were reaching an all-time high, bubbling over like a pot of boiling water. you buried your face into the pillow to hide your sobs, but spencer took a handful of your hair to pull you back up. “i wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make when you cum… c-can you do that for me, baby..?” you were helpless to denying his request. the line between reality and whatever heaven felt like were becoming blurrier as he finally found that bundle of muscles deep inside of you.

your body jerked, and there it was. you let out a moan so pornographic as cum gushed out of you that spencer couldn’t help but blow his load while he was shoved inside of you. he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood as he hastily began fucking you again, his thrusts lacking all their usual composure.

he wanted to drag out this orgasm. to make it better than you could ever fathom. even through this time of weakness for him, his motions were perfect and precise. the speed of his fingers, the rhythm of his thrusts, it was all hypnotic and you quickly found yourself reaching a stage of overstimulation. 

your body quaked and trembled as he milked every last drop of cum out of you, giving your pussy a few more flicks before finally pulling out, a thick white string of cum connecting your bodies before snapping. you collapsed onto the moistened bedsheets, spencer joining you and wrapping an arm around your waist as you panted like starved animals.

you were lying in a puddle of cum, your body still spasming as shaky breaths slipped from your mouth. and all this was because of the BAU’s genius, spencer reid.

[chqrmperscn]

mason gooding x male reader

love from the backseat.

after leaving a movie premiere, you and mason find yourself entangled inside a limo on the way home…

content warning; deep throating, public sex, gagging, spitting, handjob, blowjob (r!giving), celebrity reader, verbal, rough-sex, size difference, choking, praise kink, car sex, cum in pants.

flashing lights. buzzing conversations. hundreds of bodies. people rushed all around you as you posed in front of them on the red carpet. celebrating the release of your movie had all eyes drawn to you as cameras clicked repeatedly to showcase you in all your glory. you looked down the carpet at your other cast mates, watching them bask in the light of the cameras. one caught your eyes though- mason gooding, your co-lead in the film. you shared a lot of screentime with him, and the chemistry between you two had become quite palpable. So by the time the film had wrapped, you two had become a thing- albeit in private.

you both preferred the solitude of a private relationship anyways, less eyes prying and easier to navigate. one camera flash called your attention- right, the ever expanding crowd before you. a couple smiles to keep the cameras happy and then you were off the carpet for some downtime.

it wasn’t long until people with microphones began stepping closer to you, eager to ask questions about your upcoming film. “tell us, who was the most fun cast member on set!” a woman in red asked. “the critics have been raving over your film! do you think it’ll live up to the expectations?” a shorter reporter with thicker glasses asked. “What was the most fun scene to film?”

the questions were rapid fire and came one after the other and the other. you tried your best to respond, but found yourself tripping over some words a bit, mostly due to nerves. while answering, pressure seemed to appear on your lower back until the fabric of another suit appeared by your side. mason stood right next to you- personal space a foreign concept. “yeah, uhh- no debate. i’m definitely his favorite cast member to hang out with!” mason joked, placing an arm around you. a smile burned its way onto your face as the reporters asked more and more questions, to which mason gladly took initiative on for you.

the reporters eventually died down and the premiere was hitting its climax as people headed towards the theater to watch your project. mason walked close by with you, his arm still around your neck. you could feel his bicep touch the hair on your neck, the warmth through the fabric; and just how tight it felt on his muscular figure. before you could focus too much on the slab of meat hanging onto you a voice spoke an inquisitive “fun interview?” mason inquired, staring down at you. you stared back up at him, and replied with a short but responsive “yes, but very curious.”

you two quickly found your seats and the lights inside the theater dimmed. the audience would quiet as they were enamored by the picture on display before them. your focused was drawn into your film on screen and nothing seemed to break it, until you could feel mason’s hand atop your own. you watch as he moves it from the armrest to his thigh… and eventually to his crotch. you feel the immense heat radiating from it and the rigid rod that seems to be hiding inside his suit pants. mason leans closer into your ear, his breath causing the hairs on your neck to stand up and your body temperature to flare up. “i need you babe… soon.”

your hand pulled itself back on instinct, what if someone saw? but you turned to face mason, his eyes low as they stared back into yours, his face a playful smile. “soon, not now.” you mutter back, feeling your own pants tighten at the interaction you two had. the rest of the movie seems to fade into obscurity as you think about the things you and mason will be up to later…

the premiere is over. the crowd loves your movie and claps as the credits roll. you’re almost surprised at the reception, but feel affirmed with the sheer amount of praise the film gets. soon after you’re escorted out from the theater and to your limo. cameras click as you get inside and once the door closes, you can finally take a deep breath. your eyes close at the muffled silence, finally being able to relax. so comfortable, in fact, that you don’t even realize mason sitting next to you, his hands rubbing against your inner thigh.

“sorry, couldn’t wait. i need you now.” he says, squeezing your thigh and moving in to breathe on your neck. you twitch under his touch, feeling his large hands tour your body. the heat between the two of you flares as he pulls your chin towards him to swallow your lips into a kiss. you envelop him in your arms as you pull him in deeper, matching the energy in the kiss all you can. your back gets pressed up against the passenger door as he puts all his weight into you.

“wait. let me get on my knees,” you say. mason pulls away for a moment and you shuffle around to find your knees on the floor of the car seat, feeling the car vibrate in your knees as it drives. you look up at mason who looks back. you can take in the sheer mass of him and his body, his thighs bulging from inside his suit. you can tell from the thick outline trailing down his inner thigh that mason is rock hard- like a sheathed sword in his pants. your hands don’t stay idle for long as you make way to his belt buckle and undo it in impressive speed. you’re hungry for this.

the belt pops open and you rub his dick through his pants leg, feeling just how stiff it is inside his pants. you take it out as it stands at full attention before your eyes. mason was long, you knew this- this wasn’t the first time he’d been brandished before you in his almighty glory. he had to be no less than 7 inches while erect, and with the way pre-cum coagulated around his tip, you had to be quick.

your tongue licked him vertically from bottom to top, releasing an explicit groan from mason as he gripped the door handles. both your hands were required to hold the dick and still some excess was left over. saliva gathered in your mouth and you spit on the man’s dick, rubbing it in with your hands over his cock. you felt his thighs throb at the pace you moved, rubbing it in like lotion. you jerked him off and with every stroke, his hips began to jerk into your hands.

he bit his lip to quiet his pleasure from your hands, but once you opened your mouth and began to swallow his dick whole did that idea go out the window. you hollowed your cheeks to be able to fit him all the way in, and there was still about 3 inches left that you couldn’t fit in. your hands went down to fondle his balls while you made sure that you felt comfortable taking down what you could. spit could be felt all around your mouth. “f-ffuck,” mason groaned out as his head fell backwards. “do-ddo that again.”

you obeyed as you toyed further with his balls, hearing him moan more under your touch. you could feel him jerk his hips further into your mouth, fucking his dick further into your mouth. “good boy,” he muttered out. you choked a bit, but he slowed his pace for a moment. spit drenched your chin and some managed to get upon your suit from the way his dick moved inside your mouth. you tugged his suit pants down further, feasting your eyes upon the meaty and hairy thighs hiding inside them. mason found a grip inside your hair and with unmatched strength guided your head up and down his cock. the inches you were comfortable with suddenly had you deep throating the entire thing down to the base. you gargled on his cock, saliva coating his cock like a thick blanket.

you would somehow find it in yourself to come up for air. your mouth became free from his dick as you took in some deep breaths, and even coughed a little. in the downtime of your mouth, you went to jerk him with your hands, feeling the thick saliva coat stain your hands. his body quivered at the touch, shaking just with the way your hands went up and down on him. “that dick is fucking big mason,” you said as you repositioned to swallow it once more.

“then take it all.” mason would say. his legs went around your neck and pulled you in further and his hands fell into your hair once again, forcing you down all the way on his cock with no way back up. you choked further and further, mason thrusting into you like you were just some type of toy. “yeah, take it all the way down. fuckin’ bitch boy.” you felt your cheeks burn as you were stuck all the way down. you put your hands on his thighs, rubbing at them as you were forced to take his dick in all its glory.

mason began to twitch, his thrusts became much more hurried and sloppy inside your mouth as he lost control of the strength in his thighs. “i-i’mm gonna cum. you’re gonna have to swallow… i-in case there’s people at the hotel.” he informs you as his body shakes from your tongue. your tongue swirls around his cock as best as it can, your hands return to his balls, you do everything you can to make him cum.

mason’s legs tremble and jitter as the inside of your mouth is painted with his nut, the sheer volume causing some of it to leak outside of your mouth. you try to swallow you can. mason’s breaths slow down as he releases your neck from his muscles. you pull out from his dick and see a trail mixed with cum and saliva between your mouth and his dick. you look down at yourself, your clothes drenched in sweat, saliva, and your own load of cum inside your pants. he rubs at your head, giggling from the cumshot he face you.

you look up at mason, your eyes red from the choking.

“can you spend the night?”

[melancholymetropolis]

"Say it," Miguel O'Hara growled into my ear. "Say what I want to hear."

His larger hand gently squeezed the sides of my neck, enough to make my mouth fall open and to have me panting like a bitch in heat. My nails dug deep crescent shapes onto his forearm to steady myself. My other hand was planted flat against the control panel, right next to his. My knee was propped up onto the flat surface with my back arched against his torso. 

His hot body was colliding against mine at a rapid pace. The long girthy member tore through me quicker than the speed of light and I couldn’t think straight.

"F-F-Fuck y-you," I stammered, quivering beneath him.

A deep chuckle resonated through the massive man. "You shouldn't have said that, Y/N."

Miguel quickly spun me around to face him. He planted my ass into the edge of the control panel and hiked my legs up onto his waist. His spider suit was still partially covering his body. The top was hiked up over his lower abs, while his pants were just low enough to free his cock.

Mr. O'Hara shoved the member right back into my sopping cunt. Earning a gasp out of me. One of his hands gripped the edge of the flat surface, while the other found a new position. His right hand hooked around my back and took hold of my braids from the root. He cocked my head back at a near-painful angle, exposing my jugular. 

Miguel started to ram the member into me, faster than before. My whole body jolted and spasmed from the sheer force of the thrusts. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as hot pants fell from my mouth.

"Oh God yes!" I said, drool spilling from my lips. "Just like that!"

The new position had placed the beautiful rod of pleasure directly against my G-spot. The massive member was annihilating the spongy area every chance it got. My pussy oozed in response. It fluttered and tightened around the brooding man, earning a groan from him.

A curse fell from his lips as his thrusts became a little sloppy. Miguel was reaching his peak. It was only right after he fucked me for almost an hour straight. So much for a quickie.

The massive man slammed his hand against the flat surface and placed a searing kiss on my lips. He loosened the grip on my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist. I hooked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Our sweaty chests were pressed together as our thighs trembled. 

Suddenly, I turned my head away from his lips, offering my neck to his. The climax was inching closer and closer by the second. My nails dug into his back, clawing the elastic fabric of his suit. His sharp teeth grazed my neck in response, causing me to shudder underneath me. 

I wanted him to bite me. To drain me while he filled me with his seed. 

But he never did.

Coward.

The climax hit my body like a wrecking ball. My entire being tensed. My trembling thighs came to a staggering halt. My nails deeper into his shoulder blades as my heels sunk into his plump ass. I had squeezed my eyelids shut and kept my mouth wide open. My face was pointing to the ceiling, I could feel the cool light gracing my eyelids. Miguel’s thrusts never stopped. He kept the dangerous pace as I clung to his body for dear life. After about five tremendous seconds, I felt like I could finally breathe.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped in one big breath. “Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

I lifted my head up and pressed it against Miguel’s shoulder. I hooked my arms firmly around his torso, wanting to be close to him. My heartbeat was hammering against his cool chest. My heavy breath fanned his ear. The man shuddered in response. His hips, also, came to an abrupt halt. His entire being tensed. Miguel’s breath hitched as warm, thick cum shot out of him. It filled my empty womb entirely. I groaned at the lustful sensation and pressed soft kisses on his neck.

His strong arms circled my plus body and held me closer than he ever had, My heart leaped from such tenderness, but I quickly shot it down. I wouldn’t get my hopes up. I knew better when it came to Miguel. Without meaning to, he always found a way to disappoint me.

“No,” I said, finally. “I will not join your spider society.”

“Oh,” he replied in shock. “That’s not what I was expecting.”  He lifted my face from his should and took my chin between his fingers. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed, Y/N.”

“Well,” I pulled away, hopping off the ledge. “Join the club.”

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I know I lie more then sza but ya girl being settling into a new job.

Imma be posting soon. I promise.

[tinydefector]

Yandere Pharma Mtmte x cybertronian reader,there may be Breeding kink

Medical Malpractice

I had alot of fun writing this one, turns out I may have a thing for the medical bots ^///^

Pharma x cybertronian Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: smut, breeding kink, medical malpractice, valveplug, workplace relationships, mention of a Corpse.

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Pharma Masterlist

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They move around the medical bay, their optics linger on Pharma as they watch him work, the younger Decepticon medic hadn't anticipated what Pharma was like, he was an Autobot after all but he was nothing like an autobot. He scared them to a point with unethical means but if it meant they weren't in his firing line they couldn't careless. He was easy enough to work with, even polite at times when they were both working on patient's. He was a decent boss, that was their main reason for sticking around so long they kept telling themself. 

Pharma pauses in his work, delicately probing mechanisms within another patient's frame, to glance over at the young Decepticon observing him. His visor gleams with cool calculation as his sensors assess the them, noting every flaw and weakness surely embedded within that still-impressionable processor. 

"See something of interest, Decepticon?" he inquires smoothly, every syllable oiled with practised charm. A lesser medic may have snapped at them but he was all too aware of their lingering optics, concerned for battlefield adversaries within their precious medbay was not something he worried about, he knew how to play his assistant well. 

After all, gratitude can work wonders in ensuring willing participation in...certain experiments. And raw fear of him proves such a potent motivator, as well as arousal, as this one's rapid ventilations already begin to show.

His talonlike tools delve within the circuitry once more as he awaits the mech's response, optics glinting cold assessment behind the cordial visor. Few escape unscathed once they catch his notice, his assistant on the other hand was rather illusive and vexing. 

Their optics dart away as they move to the otherside of the medical room, they shift through different items taking notes of stock they would have to let Nickel know they needed, they try to ignore Pharma yet the lingering heat under their plating is beginning to get out of hand.  It makes their plating shutter slightly at the thought of having Pharma bending them over a surface.

They push the thought away before addressing the equipment they would be needing replacements for "Pharma we are going to need more Energon  infusers, welding rods and disk cutters" they call out while taking notes.

"Hmm, we are running through them quicker than I anticipated," replies Pharma smoothly. His helmeted head turns to track the scuttling Decepticon, digits never pausing in their work. "So dutiful of you to keep us well-supplied. I do insist upon only the finest tools for my...experiments."

Those cold optics watch keenly as the young mech shivers under the weight of his intense scrutiny. Fear truly is such a heady elixir for arousal, and one Pharma relishes cultivating with an artist's care.

"Do inform Nickel the list will need amending shortly," he murmurs softly. "Less we have more mishaps, for example..." A swift flick of his wrist, and the patient jerks upon the table, energon jetting from new seams as Pharma smiles behind his visor. He's quick at removing the T-cog. And spark before leaving the body to shut down. His burning gaze settles once more upon his skittish pet project who was twitching from need. "For now. But rest assured, Con,I believe you're in need of a check up" His tone whispers of rapture yet to be unveiled.

Their optics glance at him. "I have a name Doctor" they sneer lightly, they didn't appreciate Pharma's tone. They nearly gasp as one of Pharma's servos wrap around their waist. Whether  he was trying to unsettle them or arousal them, it had left their processor spinning.

"Indeed you do," murmurs Pharma silkily, taloned digits caressing the curve of the smaller Bot's waist. His field washes over them, cold yet stirring, the electromagnetic buzz of a predator toying with doomed prey.

His helm dips close enough that the heat of his vents teases against plating. " I can practically see the Transfluid leaking through your panel darling. Let us simply say you ignite...a passions that science alone could never sate."

With a cruel twist of his grip, he spins the Decepticon to face the operating table once more, pulling them flush against his chassis. His free hand running down their frame to their interface panel, “open it” he states.   

A gasp escapes them as they are pressed against his chassis. Their optics linger on the Corpse on the table that Pharma had been removing parts from. "Sir you will have to try harder" they state,whining loudly as his servos dig into their hips.

Pharma throws back his helm and laughs, the harsh grating sound of grinding metal. His grip only tightens further, denting fine plating as his thumbs press cruel circles into joint lines.

Leaning down to hiss silica-laced words directly against an audial, he purrs "don't tempt me, or i'll rip that panel off myself." They whine even more, bot shuttering lightly 

His free hand caresses up the panel excruciating care. Pharma wrenches their helm back to force wide optics upon the corpse's agonised rictus. "You'll come to understand: you have always, only, ever belonged to me, my dear. You can't even go a full luna cycle without me" He smiles. Lips press against their neck cabling. 

Another cry comes from them as Pharma moves them towards one of the medical berths. "Pharma!" They state optics wide. "Sir if someone walks in!" They try to protest only for him to lean down. Pharma savours each movement against his servos. Their interface panel snaps open, spike pulsing as their valve clenches around nothing.

 their writhing frame an epitome of beauty in unravelling. His engine rumbles in primal triumph to see one so spirited brought to glorious pieces beneath his touch, his digits tease their spike with a few lazy strokes. 

Let them see” he states, not worried. He knew too well that others avoided his medical wing and for good purpose. He drags his digits down their valve pressing in with subtle thrust.  

"Such eager want. your coding sings for me, does it not?" His glossa flickers out, tracing the shell of an auditory sensor. "An apt pupil, to learn so quickly, and taking rather well to the new programming"

Those skilled digits curl within, massaging nodes to wring gasping cries from his trembling assistant. His free hand roams their shivering form with surgical precision, mapping every sensitive wire and line.  

talons messaging cables in their neck before gripping their face. "So needy, and only for me. With how aroused you are I bet I hold your very spark in my hand, and you'd still be a moaning mess for me." His field swells in heady triumph, and he claims their lips in a crushing kiss.

They gasp as his own interface panel snaps open pressing his spike against the plating of their thigh. Their body shutters in anticipation, optics shoot down between their body's as Pharma teases them open more. 

"Primus, Pharma" they call shutter at his words. “Anyone would think you plan on cutting me open” 

Pharma utters a mechanical chuckle at their words, field igniting with surging need at the glorious sight beneath him. Their willing frame laid spread underneath him.

"Tempting, my sweet, rather tempting but no" he purrs, Three of his talons tease their folds, massaging slick fluid as he presses digits deeper before pulling them away. He brings his mouth to their audio, glossa flickering against the shell. "No you belong on my spike, I would have your every sensor calibrated to receive only ecstasy."He shifts, lining himself up. 

Its cruel thrust that has them fluttering around him, desperate sounds spilling from vocalizers. In one slow, relentless glide, he joins with them, deep groans of satisfaction leave him. Optics go wide as their body ceases up at Pharma's thrust. Doors on their back shutter as they arch into the table. They clench tightly around him as he thrust eagerly into them, pleading moans and static whines fall from them. They bite down against neck cables as they cling to him. "Pharma slow down please" they call out.  He claims their lips in a kiss of domination, firmly cementing your place by his side. Praise be to science’s name. 

Pharma rumbles his engine at their mewling cries, though gentles the punishing pace of his thrusts in deference to the request. His field swells to the envelope of their quivering form. A taloned hand strokes their cheek plate with deceptive tenderness. His helm dips to nuzzle the joining of their neck, glossa flickering over new indentations left by his denta. 

"To think, what scientific discoveries we might forge together," he rasps against your audial. "You seem rather receptive to me after the reprogramming and implant" Overload laps at their consciousness like swelling tidewaters, dragging them deeper under his spell. 

Each roll of Pharma's hips has him pressing deeper into them. He lifts one of their legs angling into them at a better angle, They arch into him. The amount of thoughts that run through Pharma's processor, to fill them, watch them bulge, attempt to breed his assistant, test his theory over sparklings. 

Pharma feels the younger mech tremble helplessly beneath his ministrations, sweet cries spilling like sacred hymns from their lips. Their unrestrained pleasure threatens to ignite his coding beyond all reason; never before has one responded so beautifully to the raptures of the flesh.

He captures their lips in a bruising kiss, glossa mapping their mouth with possessive fervour. "My perfect specimen," he rasps against swollen dermas. "Such glorious fulfilment you grant my research… you'd look rather stunning, carrier coding taking you"  Overload laps their awareness in tidal euphoria until the overload in a flurry of moans and cries.

His spike pressed relentlessly within their port, pulsing transfluid flooding their gestational chamber in thick spurts. Pharma moans, Pulling the quivering mech flush against his heaving chassis, Pharma savours the aftershocks, rocking into them as he breeds them. His field washes over their modified form, his coding commending the first stage of modifications for carrying to fruition.  His field sparks triumph as your gestation chamber swells further with transfluid.

"Let's hope the upgrades take hold, sweetness," he purrs against an audio, talons massaging newly-swollen tanks in languid strokes. His free hand caresses the still-filling chamber in utter rapture. "We might just have this figured out soon." His smiles against trembling lips.

"Exquisite" he purrs, talons digging into narrow hips to meet with one last punishing thrust. "To think, the discoveries we shall unveil."

His spike pulses frantically within their clutching valve, engines roaring. Never before has anything reduced the great Pharma to such feral, worshipful frenzy. 

He pulls their limp frame against his heaving chassis as ecstasy's aftershocks continue rippling through their quivering form. 

He nuzzles their faceplate gently, crooning praises as his field washes comfort and adoration over flushed components. "Rest now." Pharma places a reverent kiss to his assistant's forehead, servos mapping new bulges within their abdomen.

He pulls them up off the medical berth as he carries them over to his chair, he sinks down into it as they rest atop of his body, servos trace their back struts as he hums in contentment. It seemed only time would tell if the new modifications would Yield success. 

[thehydromancer]

Lego Gundam Epyon, from Gundam Wing, scaled for playing Mobile Frame Zero: Rapid Attack. Sadly Studio doesn't let me do anything with the whip other than have it straight out.

Started out as a simple update to a relatively recent build, but wound up redoing the wings and heat rod whip from scratch, as well as figuring out the mobile armor flight mode finally. I did have to add a bar stud for tail shield/whip.

[whump-princess]

I wrote some self indulgent hero x villain lady Whump, both hero and villain are female contents: blood, near fatal injury (impalement), lady whump, building collapse/ bombing

——————- Hero flew down through the smoke and rubble, landed gracefully despite her aching body, her tight uniform ripped in multiple places, skin cut and bruised underneath. 

She looked down on Villain, her emotions battling each other. Usually it was a victory defeating the Villain, watching them run off back to their little layer to plot their next city bombing or power grid shutdown… But they never wanted to hurt them like this, never wanted to see them dead. 

But here they were, their arch nemesis on the brink of death. After the 40 story office building collapsed from the explosion, Hero had struck Villain down with the entirety of her supernatural power. They had expected Villain to bounce back up, recite their catchphrases and laugh menacingly. But they didn’t come back up. And when Hero flew down to search through the rubble, they came to find that Villain had been pinned, skewered on an exposed metal rod, it pierced their abdomen. 

“You got me…” Villain choked. Her skin was pale and clammy, each labored breath painfully shifted the rod in her body, for now the rod was keeping the blood from spewing out. 

Hero pulled off her mask revealing her face to Villain for the first time, she forced a brave expression despite the tears stinging her eyes. 

“I always imagined you were ugly under that mask…” Villain admitted, she paused to cough and sputter, blood stained her lips red and dribbled down her chin. “… But you’re beautiful.”

“Shut up,” the hero turned away to wipe her tears on the back of her sleeve. After a moment she turned back sporting her ursula brave expression this time with more determination than ever. 

“I’m gonna get you outta here…” 

Hero positioned herself over Villain and wrapped an arm around their back, the other cradled their head. 

“Ugh, just- just leave me to die in peace…” Villain pleaded. 

Hero pulled her up off of the rod and blood began to gush. Villain could feel the grooves of the rod as it slid through her body. She groaned and gritted her teeth, she refused to scream in front of her, even at her lowest moment; she was stubborn and full of pride even on the brink of death. 

She was freed from the rod and blood gushed out of either side of the wound. 

“You’re not going to die,” Hero reassured her. She realized Villain had passed out either from the pain or from the rapid blood loss. 

Hero placed her hand over the bleeding hole in Villain's stomach, her power radiated heat, the bleeding stopped and the hole began to close up into a large pink scar.

Hero knew this wasn’t a fix, the internal damage was immense and it would take a lot more time and energy for her to heal Villain. For now it would stop the bleeding until they could get them back home.

Hero flew their nemesis back to their own base, they would deal with police and press later.

[halopedia]

Lore Thursday — Fuel rod cannon

The vehicle-mounted fuel rod cannon fires Class-3 fuel rods that can track heat signatures, which is a characteristic not displayed by the Class-2 counterparts typically loaded in the infantry-portable fuel rod gun.

Several variants exist within the fuel rod cannon classification and they are mounted on a variety of vehicles. Banshees employ a single forward-firing, semi-automatic cannon, while the anti-aircraft Wraith employs triple-rack rapid-fire cannons that fire a barrage of fuel rods.

[cevans-is-classic]

FRUSTRATION

For the anon who asked for angry sex — I hope this lives up to some expectations 😅

18+ only please, consensual 'angry' sex, language, no protection (remember lovelies no glove no love)

Sebastian Stan

My Masterlist

You’re not sure who said what first or how it ended up becoming a day-long pissing match of stubborn pride. What you recollect was waking up with a headache and stumbling into the kitchen for water cracking your hip with a drawer. 

Which, okay, wasn’t that big of a deal. Sebastian was decent about keeping things tidy in both your apartments — it could have been you who left it open — which helped simmer the acid burn of frustration in your stomach. 

The milk was sitting on the island. 

Medium heat. 

You skipped your morning coffee and started your other routine.

Which led to a rising level of frustration once again when you saw your clothes folded on top of the dryer and hanging from the rod. 

Now, again, this was not something that should have set you off. Sebastian knows you hate when people touch your laundry, but you fell asleep early last night and he might have thought this was helping.

It didn’t. 

Instead, the band of logical thinking snapped in your chest and irritation bubbled up and out in a huffing groan. 

Maybe you started the fight? No, you’d been in the shower when Seb had come back, grumbling words under his breath when he’d almost tripped over your cat that made you squint at the shower head.

The fight had started with you being dry. 

Seb wasn’t. 

The rain came down on him mid-run and he’d forgotten the keys to his apartment at your place, which made him run an extra two miles in the pouring rain. 

Now, you were the one to tell him he didn’t need to take his frustration out on you and Seb had fired back with “rich coming from the ruler of lashing out,” and yeah he had a point, but that didn’t negate that he was being quite rude for little to no reason. 

You’d countered that he could have called or taken the subway and he’d have given you a long withering look with the words, “Public transportation isn’t the same for me as it is for you” Going unsaid and, really, that had to be addressed because it wasn’t even noon yet and attitude was flying between the two of you at a rapid pace. 

“I need to not look at you — your face is annoying me right now.”

“Your fucking cat making me sneeze all damn day is annoying.” 

Again, you’re not sure who started what by saying something. 

What mattered was that you were standing in front of each other, hands waving in anger, words being traded for harsher ones. A few stray threats of walking away slipped past both your teeth. Sebastian’s eyes were dark with anger and you had no control over the finger you pointed in his face and — well now you’re just aggressively making out.

Sebastian’s hands tugging at your shirt, your own pulling the string on his pants and his clothes still wet and plastered to his skin, leaving a trail of water you licked away with your tongue tracing a line down his throat, Seb’s hand tugged your hair back with a groan and latched his own teeth on your neck. 

“Fuck.” Pants gone, shirts thrown in either direction, Seb’s tongue, teeth, mouth hot and messy over your chest, up your sternum, biting and sucking marks everywhere he could reach

He squeezes your hips. “Fuck, you annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”

You bite his lips when he pulls you back in for another kiss, your hand wrapping around his cock and tugging once, grinning when he hisses and thrusts his hips towards. 

“You’re not a peach yourself, Sebastian.” 

“Yeah?” He grins, and pushes you back enough that your thigh hits the arm of the couch — you couldn’t even blink before Seb flipped you and bent you over. 

“God damn.” A slap jerked you forward. 

“What are you waiting for? A written invitation?”

“Keep up the commentary.” Between one breath in the next, he was inside you, his hand at your neck, your own gripping the couch for stability. 

Frustration flooded through you with a dizzying speed, licked flames across your skin, followed the path of Sebastian’s hands, his lips, and the snap of his hips again and again.

 You needed more, needed faster, needed harder — God he pissed you off so much sometimes. 

“Bastian-”

He grunts, “Come here.” 

You lift, your back pressing into his chest, one knee coming up to steady you as Seb fucks in deeper, fingers finding your clit with a punishing pace. 

“I’m sorry.” His breath is hot in your ear. 

“I am too.” You wrap around his neck, tipping your head back, and Seb’s hand on your waist moves up to your neck to hold you there. 

“No, you're not-” He chuckled

“Keep doing that and I’ll mean it.” Something changes, a hitch of your breath, the grit of his teeth and you're moving faster, harder, sweat building between your bodies while Seb’s fingers work you over, and its building, building, building- 

“Fuck, fuck!” He bites your shoulder as you squeeze around him, the cresting wave of your orgasm shuddering you in his arms, his hips still moving, holding you closer to him, pulling you down as you go limp. Sparks zap through your body, deep inside, your hips snapping every few moments, his fingers slowing on you, hand moving to wrap firmer around your hips and pull you up.

He doesn’t halter, doesn’t slow down, his fingers stay on your clit and his pace stays punishing until you feel the electric shocks scattering across your body, notching higher, instead of the pliant mess you were, your body moved with him. The wave climbed, took more, and built up with the push of his cock and a pinch of his fingers.

“Seb-” You almost couldn’t say his name. 

“Come for me, baby, one more time. Come on.” 

“Shit-” sparks tipped your fingers, rushed down your thighs, and your eyes prickled with tears. 

“Fuck.” He held on ever tighter, almost lifting you off the ground, his cock going impossibly deeper. 

Sebastian made a deep guttural sound that vibrated against your ear and your vision went hazy, your body tightening enough it made him shout out his orgasm, and the heat that filled you pushed you far enough off the edge that your knees gave out. 

You didn’t make it onto the couch, Seb dropping with you, body jerking even as he knees hit the floor, holding you in his lap. 

After several long moments of catching your breath and rolling off each other to shuffle onto your backs, you both looked at the ceiling and started laughing.

“You’re a prick.” Your hand moved to feel his out, covering his fingers with yours. 

“Takes one to know one.” He lifted your hand to kiss your knuckles, and the last dredges of frustration melted away.

[collisioncar]

12 tips and tricks DIY Dent Repair Tips for Houston Residents

DIY Dent Repair Tips for Houston Residents:

Evaluate the Dent: Before attempting any repairs, carefully assess the size, depth, and location of the dent. Small, shallow dents with no paint damage are often more suitable for DIY repairs.

Use Hot Water or Hair Dryer: In Houston's warm climate, using hot water or a hairdryer can help make the metal more pliable. Gently heat the area around the dent, being cautious not to overheat and damage the paint.

Compressed Air and Dust-Off: Turn a can of compressed air or dust-off upside down and spray the dent. The rapid cooling effect can sometimes cause the metal to contract, reducing the appearance of the dent.

DIY Dent Repair Kits: Invest in a quality DIY dent repair kit, which typically includes tools like suction cups, dent pullers, and dent removal rods. Follow the instructions carefully to avoid causing further damage.

Boiling Water Method: For plastic bumpers, carefully pour boiling water over the affected area. Use your hands or a plunger to gently push the dent out from the inside.

Dry Ice Technique: If the dent is on a metal panel, use dry ice. Hold a piece of dry ice against the dent for a few minutes and then use a soft cloth or your hands to gently massage the area. This method exploits the extreme temperature difference to help pop the dent out.

Plunger Method: For shallow dents, a suction cup or plunger can be effective. Moisten the area and create a seal with the plunger. Push and pull to create suction, and the dent may pop out.

Boiled Water and Plunger Combo: Combine the hot water method with a plunger for added effectiveness. Heat the dent with hot water and then use the plunger to create suction.

Paintless Dent Repair (PDR) Techniques: Learn about paintless dent repair techniques that involve massaging or pushing the dent out from the back of the panel. Specialized PDR tools may be required, but it can be a highly effective method.

Patience is Key: Take your time and be patient. Rushing the process can lead to further damage. If the dent is extensive or if you're unsure, it's always best to consult a professional.

Protect the Paint: When using any DIY method, be cautious not to damage the paint. Mask off the surrounding area with painter's tape and proceed with care.

Know When to Seek Professional Help: If the dent is too large, deep, or if paint is chipped or scratched, it's advisable to seek professional help. Professional dent repair services have the expertise and tools to handle more complex situations.

Remember, safety is crucial, and if you're uncertain about the repair process, it's wise to consult with a professional auto body shop for assistance.

DIY Dent Repair Tips for Houston Residents:

Evaluate the Dent: Before attempting any repairs, carefully assess the size, depth, and location of the dent. Small, shallow dents with no paint damage are often more suitable for DIY repairs.

Use Hot Water or Hair Dryer: In Houston's warm climate, using hot water or a hairdryer can help make the metal more pliable. Gently heat the area around the dent, being cautious not to overheat and damage the paint.

Compressed Air and Dust-Off: Turn a can of compressed air or dust-off upside down and spray the dent. The rapid cooling effect can sometimes cause the metal to contract, reducing the appearance of the dent.

DIY Dent Repair Kits: Invest in a quality DIY dent repair kit, which typically includes tools like suction cups, dent pullers, and dent removal rods. Follow the instructions carefully to avoid causing further damage.

Boiling Water Method: For plastic bumpers, carefully pour boiling water over the affected area. Use your hands or a plunger to gently push the dent out from the inside.

Dry Ice Technique: If the dent is on a metal panel, use dry ice. Hold a piece of dry ice against the dent for a few minutes and then use a soft cloth or your hands to gently massage the area. This method exploits the extreme temperature difference to help pop the dent out.

Plunger Method: For shallow dents, a suction cup or plunger can be effective. Moisten the area and create a seal with the plunger. Push and pull to create suction, and the dent may pop out.

Boiled Water and Plunger Combo: Combine the hot water method with a plunger for added effectiveness. Heat the dent with hot water and then use the plunger to create suction.

Paintless Dent Repair (PDR) Techniques: Learn about paintless dent repair techniques that involve massaging or pushing the dent out from the back of the panel. Specialized PDR tools may be required, but it can be a highly effective method.

Patience is Key: Take your time and be patient. Rushing the process can lead to further damage. If the dent is extensive or if you're unsure, it's always best to consult a professional.

Protect the Paint: When using any DIY method, be cautious not to damage the paint. Mask off the surrounding area with painter's tape and proceed with care.

Know When to Seek Professional Help: If the dent is too large, deep, or if paint is chipped or scratched, it's advisable to seek professional help. Professional dent repair services have the expertise and tools to handle more complex situations.

Remember, safety is crucial, and if you're uncertain about the repair process, it's wise to consult with a professional auto body shop for assistance.

[anmolsmsblog]

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[thecompany-if]

TW blood, injury

Was MC's arm amputated at the hospital after an infection from their injury or did it happen during the mission? Wasn't limb reattachment considered if they were transported in the next few hours?

Agent's amputation occurred during the mission, and it was more on forcefully done by the Employee them and their former team were facing at the time.

At first it was below the wrist, but whatever the Employee did during the dismemberment caused the wound to get infected immediately with a rapid formation of Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva, thus having to have the rest of the arm amputated on the spot via a fire axe and cauterization with a heated metal rod before the infection got worse and renders Agent paralyzed or worse.

[a-student-out-of-time]

*Whispers* God, this guy is trying to talk shit about Hitoshi like if it wasn't his lazy ass changing places with his wife being the only reason he got in the Main Course

Just as well, I suppose. What would someone like you even know about construction anyway?

...

Dad, you don’t have to-

Ayato-kun, tell me something: you ever heard of the Sampoong Department Store?

What?

Simple question: have you heard of it?

No, but what’s that have to do with-

Sampoong Department Store was built in Seoul from 1987-89. Just like us, they were in the middle of an economic boom, but they actually banned international contractors. Only South Korean construction companies were allowed to take part in the city’s rapid urbanization.

And they stretched those companies to the breaking point to take advantage of the boom and the coming 1988 Olympics.

The original plan was to make a four-story apartment block, but the head of the Sampoong Group decided to change the plans and make it a department store. In the process, they made a ton of adjustments to the blueprints, and thus a lot of horrible errors.

The building didn’t have a steel skeleton. Instead, the pillars directly supported the concrete floors in what’s called flat slab construction. It’s cheaper, easier and faster, but it relies on the strength of the supports.

What they originally planned to use were pillars that were 80cm diameter concrete pillars, each with sixteen 22mm steel support rods. But to make room for the new escalators for the department store, eight of the pillars were reduced to 60cm and only had eight support rods.

The contractor they hired complained about this, and so Sampoong group fired them and finished it themselves. After that, they added a fifth floor with a food court and heavy underfloor heating pipes, which strained the building 50% beyond the support pillars’ capacity.

The supports which, by the way, were unevenly distributed. To make matters worse, they added a 45-ton load on the roof with a set of three massive air conditioning units. Ones that generated vibrations that rattled the pillars even more, and all this was only made worse when someone decided to move them across the roof by literally dragging them.

Alright, but what does that have to do with-

June 29th, 1995. People were complaining about it all day, warning the managers and owner, but they kept it open and refused to evacuate. Because of that, 502 people were killed and 937 were injured when the overstressed fifth floor collapsed under the air conditioning units, and the whole thing pancaked in on itself.

There were people buried under the rubble for days. One of them was a 16-year-old girl, Park Sung Hyon, who was buried down there for sixteen days. The fact that she survived is a miracle.

So you read about this?

Read about it? Who do you think they called on for the investigation?

What...?

I mean, I can’t take all the credit. It was mostly the on-site personnel who did the work, and I gave them my opinions, studied the blueprints and compared the changes made during its construction.

I even got to talk to Professor Lan Chung, the head of the investigation. Smart guy, definitely the kind of person you should hire for this sort of thing.

And you wanna know what happened there? Greed. Every sensible person told them this thing was a deathtrap, but the Sampoong Group kept it going and kept it open.

And guess what? On December 27th, Sampoong’s Chairman, Lee Joon, and his son and the CEO, Lan Han-sang, were both tried, convicted and sentenced to several years in prison for the whole thing.

That investigation also found widespread fraud and corruption, and they even indicted 12 city officials. In the aftermath, rigorous inspections took place across the country, and they found that 1 in 7 high-rises needed rebuilding, and 4 out of 5 needed major repairs.

So yeah, maybe I was a small part, but I like to think I played a role in helping make a whole country safer.

After all, they trusted me enough to ask for some insight after I graduated.

Maybe if you’d actually come to class with us, you would’ve seen that. Or were you also too busy making money to pay attention to the obvious?

*Hitoshi grabs a glass off the table, chugs the whole thing and slams it back upside-down*

Either way, nice chatting.

*With that, Hitoshi rolls himself off*

...

...

Good man.

[etes-secrecy-post]

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#Onthisday: Jul 5th, 2010

Title: Wing Zero Pocoyo & Epyon Kirby

Here are their temporary armored suits for Pocoyo 🔵👶 & Kirby ⭐ before they gave it to someone else. (Namely Shane, ExiaFan453's OC, who owns armored Wing Gundam & Wing Gundam Zero, including the Custom variants)

And the reason why I did is because of my childhood in the early 2000s, when I remember watching Gundam Wing & Gundam Wing Endless Waltz on Toonami (on Cartoon Network Philippines) 🇵🇭🤖📺⬛⬜. There's also televised in the U.S., as well! 🇺🇸🤖📺⬛⬜ Did you know that? Man, I could never forget their excellent English dubs per character (as much as I loved their Japanese dub w/ subtitles, as well). In fact, I did purchased a faked Gunpla HG Gundam Nataku/Altron EW model kit, which is sadly long gone.

Nevertheless, let's bring down their stats:

Wing Zero Pocoyo Came from the: XXXG-00W0 Wing Gundam Zero (Anime TV Ver.)

Armament(s):

• (2x) Twin buster rifle/buster rifle A double-barrel type Buster Rifle. It has more than twice the power of the Buster Rifle equipped by the OG armored Wing. It is a type directly connected to the generator so rapid fire is also possible.

• (2x) Beam saber Slashing equipment for close combat. Since it adopts devices made of Gundanium Alloy in every part; the power, function, durability, etc. are exceptionally improved compared to those of ordinary armors. One apiece is stored in the shoulder armor on both shoulders.

• Shield A shield made of Gundanium Alloy. In addition to being applied with anti-beam coating, it is equipped with Wing Vulcans on both sides. The tip of the shield can also be extended to damage targets.

- Wing Vulcan A pair of vulcan guns built into the sides of Wing Zero's shield.

Special Feature(s):

• ZERO System An interface for achieving the "perfect victory", developed to make the pilot keep up with a machine performance. Since it seriously affects the physical functions and mental state of the CD member, a person without strong mental strength can't control it.

• Search Eye Focused on data gathering. When the antennas and main cameras do not suffice, the their eyes comprised of the large jewel on its chest is used to gather visual and radio-wave data.

Epyon Kirby Came from the: OZ-13MS Gundam Epyon

Armament(s):

• Beam Sword The primary weapon of the Epyon, it is connected directly to the suit's powerplant via a cord as opposed to running on its own internal power source. This allows the length and the intensity of the beam blade to be adjusted according to the situation, and at maximum level, it can inflict damage severe enough to destroy objects as large as the Space Fortress.

• Epyon Claw Mounted on the forearms. In combat, they can be used to tear through enemy armor.

• Epyon Shield A small shield mounted on the left arm, its surface has been treated with an anti-beam coating to provide protection against beam attacks. It mounts a heat rod at the bottom.

- Heat Rod A segmented whip-like chain housed in Epyon's shield. It can be used to trip or entangle opponents, and even cut through mobile suits when heated. A single swipe with this weapon can destroy up to three opponents.

Special Feature(s):

• Epyon System A modified version of the deadly ZERO System installed in the armored Epyon. Known as the Epyon System, it operated the same as the armored Wing Zero's ZERO System, but the member wears a special V-helmet on their head when using the system. Any technical differences compared to the ZERO System is unknown.

• Search Eye Focused on data gathering. When the antennas and main cameras do not suffice, the their eyes comprised of the large jewel on its chest is used to gather visual and radio-wave data.

Kirby - Kirby Series © Hal Laboratories Inc./ Nintendo® Pocoyo - POCOYO™ © Zinkia Entertainment S.L Armors (Mobile Suit Gundam Wing) - Gundam Series © SUNRISE, Sotsu

[thaisibir]

Headcanons on Seven's anatomy and physiology

The game gives hints here and there of what it's like for Seven to be more machine than flesh. Naturally out of curiosity, I wanted to dig more into that aspect, so here we go.

-Her head, spine, and upper torso remain organic, and all senses are still functional (vision, hearing, taste, touch, etc).

-Organs and viscera that are still intact: heart, lungs, blood vessels, some bones (skull, spine, sternum, ribs), liver, spleen, pancreas, respiratory muscles

-Organs removed: stomach, small intestines, large intestines, uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries

-The digestive and reproductive tracts were probably seen by Face Mechon bioengineers as unnecessary, and especially after Fiora was gutted through by Metal Face, there's even less reason to salvage them.

-Lacking reproductive organs, naturally she wouldn't be able to have children with a Mechon body. At the time she had that body, the fact made her pretty upset and she tried to hide her distress from the others.

-Because the stomach is removed, but she retains her head and neck, the esophagus leads to a dead end that was surgically sewn shut. She can taste and chew food, but it won't be able to get past her esophagus and get digested. If she tries to eat anything solid, it sits in her esophagus and gives her heartburn. She ends up needing to vomit and regurgitate anything she tries to eat.

-Urinary system (kidneys, bladder) is still intact. Mechon Fiora may be only drinking water, but that has to be processed and filtered somehow.

-All four limbs are prosthetic/mechanical. The upper extremities are prosthetic all the way up to the collarbones, which are among the bones most prone to fractures. To minimize that risk, they are synthetic as well. The lower extremities are prosthetic only up to the pelvic girdle, which is still bone. 

-Her fists and feet being entirely mechanical, she can punch and kick through steel with painless ease, when the same moves from the average Homs could shatter knuckles and toe bones.

-With more metal than muscles in her body, Fiora is less prone to lactic acid buildup that causes fatigue. Powered even more by Meyneth's Monado, she has the stamina of an Armu and could hike for days without signs of tiring.

-Her spinal column is reinforced with rods and screws for stability and durability. This helps her survive blows and impacts that could cripple or kill the average Homs.

-The head gear is surgically implanted, similar to how real-life Mayfield pins are attached to the skull during neurosurgeries. Fiora can't simply take it off like a crown or a tiara. She tried to remove it once and nearly passed out from the pain.

-Her head gear has a built in radar and tracking device that collects data from her surroundings and transmits them to her brain. 

-She has cochlear implants that grant enhanced hearing. With them, her hearing ability is comparable to that of a vang.

-The drones she carries on her back dock into the mechanized parts of her spinal column, which establish a neurological connection. This lets Fiora command her drones that can detach and maneuver remotely by the will of her thoughts.

-Neurosurgery had enhanced the function of her nerves, leading to superhuman reaction time and reflexes, but at a cost. If she overexerts herself, the strengthened, rapid firing of electrical activity could send her into seizures. This is the main reason why Linada cautioned Fiora not to push herself too much. While traveling and on the move with the party, Fiora is on a strict schedule of anticonvulsants formulated and prescribed by Linada. Because Fiora can't take medicine orally, such as pills, the medication must be given intravenously. Sharla is the only one skilled enough to safely give Fiora injections. Missing a dose exponentially increases the risk of having a seizure. Even when compliant on the regimen, Fiora must take care not to get overzealous in the heat of battle.

-The additional double-edged sword to Fiora's enhanced nerves is heightened detection and sensation of pain. She would suffer from flares of neuropathic pain that can't be treated. All she can do is grit her teeth and ride it out. She gets less frequent episodes if she rests well and doesn't overexert herself, but the baseline pain never goes away. The pain gets worse with dehydration and cold temperatures. Valar Mountain is like a torture chamber for her.