#engineering v biochem

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you against yourself !! ; mark lee smau

➺mark lee has a serious problem. his writer's block is getting the best of him and the deadline to his midterm creeps closer with each passing day which means his jam sessions get pushed to late nights.

➺y/n also has a serious problem. she can't get sleep because of the low hum of an electric guitar and faint voices coming from next door and she has an 8am chemistry lecture in the morning...

➺in which two college students and their friend groups find fun and solace in each other. no sleep is involved unfortunately…

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[mark lee x reader smau, including lots of humor and silliness. “dark”(?) humor and swearing] {guaranteed updates mon/wed/fri}{but ! also whenever I feel like it}

status: ongoing!!

❝going out almost every night, and you wonder why you feel fucked up❞

[0] apt 9301 || [00] apt 9304

[i] do your dishes ; [ii] weednesday

[iii] the dean’s list ; [iv] aye don’t flip out but

[v]double stuffed ; [vi] bros beautiful

[vii] soph on my cles okay ; [viii] tequila rose

[ix] jaemin's cowlicks ; [x] witch theme

[xi] feet plsss ; [xii] parasitic relationship

[xiii] scissoring… haircuts!! ; [xiv] biochemical engineer v musician

[xv] air fryer ; [xvi] jaem’s chronically single

[xvii] your nose looks better ; [xix] #### you

[xx] cafeteria slop ; [xxi] cinnamon crush

[xxii] obama prism ; [xxiii] bumpin that

[xxiv] baja blast ; [xxv] yearning

[xxvi] chai and chocolate milk ; [xxvii] xtra most bestest friends

[xxviii] koi ; [xxix] period cramps, leave her ALONE

[xxx] aita? ; [xxxi] walmart supercenter

[xxxii] pregame ; [xxxiii] hawaiian pizza

[xxxiv] waffles and french toast ; [xxxv] suit and tie

[xxxvi] lets meddle ; [xxxvii] wednesday doll

[xxxviii] perfect :) ; [xxxix] shitamon toast crunch

[xl] speak skibidi ; [xli] ransom

[xlii] you can’t just say perchance ; [xliii] int.

[xliv] fuck Ethan ; [xlv] friendsgiving p.1

[xlvi] fuck mark ;

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TEACHER'S PET (R18+)

MINORS GTFO

pairing: miguel o'hara x f reader

summary: you're a college freshman in biochemistry and miguel is your professor in biochemical engineering, a major subject that you're about to fail.

warning: I'm a feminist and I'm concerned.

word count: 1.9k+

contents: humiliation, degradation, age gap, height difference, fingering, oral sex, p in v, hair pulling, public groping.

MASTERLIST

It's your first year in college studying biochemistry, the exam results for the first semester's finals are supposed to be distributed today.

Your professor in biochemical engineering, Mr. O'hara discusses the grading system for the second semester but you're losing out of focus. You're staring at his thick voluptuous thighs, thick veiny hands and imagined how he would choke you with it.

You took a gulp at the thought of it. He then started the distribution of the report cards. Your stare followed him as he sat on the table, individually calling out your names and distributing the cards.

"Parker, good job. Reyes, do better next time. Stacy, impressive. Stark..... dios mio." His voice was hoarse. The way he says your last name followed by a spanish term you don't understand sounded like a moan but truly, a term of disappointment.

"Ms. Stark... Are you seriously daydreaming right now?" He asks with a stern voice.

"Oh um, no sir. W-What is it?" Your classmates tried to hold their laugh, you can hear them giggling.

"Get your ass over here." He orders. You stood and walked up to him, hands behind your back, signing 'fuck you' to all of your classmates.

"What are we gonna do with this?" He points at your grade in bio-engineering which is his subject and a major too. You looked at it by bending your torso down, slightly bowing cause you have an eyesight of a dying man. Your cleavage flashes in front of him unintentionally. He tries to look away and focus your report card.

"2.0 (C/73-76%). This is bad." Everyone in your school knows that you're a daughter of a billionaire genius and this is what you got.

Deep inside, you know that the reason you failed is because you've been partying too hard. Just like your father, you're a party animal.

"What can I do?" You asked worriedly.

"Meet me at my office at 6. Class dismissed." He stood up, towering over you at 6'9 ft. He walked out of the room with your classmates.

Your friend, Gwen Stacy clinged on your arm on the way to the cafeteria. You sat with her and his boyfriend, Peter Parker. You can't really understand what they're saying cause your mind is split between your daddy getting disappointed and your disappointed professor being such a daddy.

Four hours later, it's time to go home but you still have to go to Mr. O'Hara regarding your first semester results. You walked into an empty faculty, the other teachers already went home. You walked by Miguel's office window and saw him looking at his watch with what seems to be an irritated brow. You proceeded to walk inside his office, it's smells good and is neatly organized.

"Good evening Mr. Ohara."

"Miss Stark. You're 10 minutes late. Seems like you're not being very committed to your studies." He clenched his jaw and his pair of brow furrowed.

"I'm sorry I was j-"

"Was just expecting 'daddy' to fix it with his money?" He stood up and mocks, pertaining to your father offering a grant to your school.

"No... sir, I just ran into my friends." You opposed, looking down at the floor.

"Are they gone?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Sit down." He sighs.

In a heartbeat, you sat down in a reclining chair right next to the table. He walks up to you, taking his crotch inches away from your face.

"Good girl." He takes your chin to look up at him. The view made your heart race and your cunt twitch.

"You think I'm not aware of your lustful eyes, hermosa?" He looks directly into your eyes with his hands still on your chin. Your eyes gawks and your face slowly turns red, not knowing what to say.

"Mr- Sir, I uh, I'm here for extra credits." You stuttered.

"Uh huh, what else?" He leans down, not breaking an eye contact.

"Uhhh... um m-my dad can pay you!" You blurted out of nowhere. You didn't know what to say since your mind is occupated by dirty thoughts but now you just seemed like a brat.

"Daddy's money hmm?"

"I'm your daddy here." He whispered roughly onto your ear, his hands shifted from your chin into your neck, gently gripping under your jaws.

"Daddy?" You spoke weakly.

"That's right, bitch." He replied with smirk.

You kind of expected this as a cliché porn category but you had no idea that you're gonna experience this in real life.

"You want credits? You little slut?" He cups the side of your cheeks and leans back to watch your face near his pants again.

"Yes! Yes, I want it." You nodded in agreement.

"Then earn it." He grabs a fistful of your hair and rubs it softly in his black pants with a huge bulge on it. You can smell his essence leaking from the fabric. This is all you ever dreamed of since the first day of school, you didn't think it would happen but it DID. All of your fantasies, clothed in black, sliding across your face.

You unbuttoned his pants in a hurry, dropping his undergarments down then finally busting his dick in front of you.

"Good girl." He slapped your face and you loved it. You proceeded to wet your lips to seduce him. He gripped on your hair tighter as you lick the tip of his 8-inch fat cock.

"Fuck." He groans, his voice deep and hoarse. You licked his length, wetting it together with his pre-cum leaking from the tip then swirled your tongue in its head while jerking him off.

"Holy shit you're good." The corner of his lip curling upwards.

He started throat fucking you, his head thrown back, moaning in pleasure. His cock reached your throat but you continued to take it until your eyes water. Miguel likes the way you look, internally choked by his massive cock.

He drags you up and makes you open your mouth as you spread your tongue that still has his pre-cum.

"Swallow." He ordered and you followed. You showed him an empty tongue to prove it.

"I'm gonna fucking destroy you." He places his hand on your chin to squeeze your face and starts kissing you roughly, like you've taken something from him. This is exactly how you want it. It's wet, sloppy and aggressive.

His kisses trailed down on your neck, you let him take off your clothes, even tear it up. He threw your designer clothes in the air like it was nothing. You would let this man do anything to you.

He began to roam his hands all over your body, from pumping your breasts down to your vagina, already dripping. He circles his middle finger on your clit sensually.

"You want this?" Miguel asks between the kisses.

"Uh huh." Your mouth can't form a proper word but a moan. He slaps you again, wanting you to say it clearly.

"You want this, you whore?!" He dips his hand on your hole, teasing you.

"Yes daddy, do it!" A high pitch pornographic whine came out of your mouth.

He then crooks his head onto your neck, leaving marks as he rams his finger up in your hole, sounds of wet squelching, moans and ass slaps filled the corners of his office. He reaches for the back of your clit inside your tight cunt and it drove you crazy. Your eyes roll at the back of your head. Unlike your other sexual partners, Miguel knows all about human anatomy.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." He takes your hands from his cock to your back, pulls his belt out of his pants and then ties your wrists.

"Yes please, I've been dreaming of this." You replied while he bends you over on the desk.

"Oh I bet you do you fucking slut." Miguel teases the tip of his cock on your clit, both wet from foreplay.

"Please fuck... fuck me."

Without any reply, Miguel rams his long and fat dick inside you, filling your walls with euphoria.

You groaned in pain after he put his full length in.

"Daddy it hurts."

"Nah, you can take it cariño." He reassures then pins your head on the desk while thrusting deep on your leaking hole.

"You... You've been spending a lot of time with that Parker boy huh? You like him?" He asks curiously, grabbing your hair.

"No, please he's with Gwen." You explained.

"You guys fuckin? Huh?" He ignores your answer while pounding at your pussy, making you scream in pain and pleasure.

"No daddy, Pleaaase.... I only want you. I want youuu." He grabs your tits from the back, holding it for support as his pace goes slower, making it comfortable for you.

"That's my girl. Now I'm gonna make you mine." His last words before sucking the skin off of your neck, leaving love marks that is visible to everyone.

"Ironman's daughter, pumping on my dick with her drenched punani. What's he gonna do? Save you?" He laughs devilishly. At this point you didn't care about your reputation. Your body wants him, even your cunt pulses everytime you peak behind your back to see him using you.

"You're my daddy, please fuckin destroy me." You surrendered. Miguel removes his belt on your wrists and puts it back as he pins it over your head in missionary position. Now, he can see your face while he fucks you, your lips smeared in red lipstick, smiling psychotically. Becoming undone by the stroke of his dick, his hands playing with your nipples and the other holding your wrists.

Your smile made him excited. His thrusts go faster and faster as you scream his name. "Mr. O'hara I'm cumming." You whined. It made him chuckle, you using honorifics despite your pussy currently being destroyed. He bit his lips, carried you by the hips, using you as his fucktoy. He pumps his dick in your tight little hole in a doggy position. Your feet doesn't even touch the floor because of your height difference. You simply just hang in the air with your pussy continously getting pounded.

"Shit shit shit I'm cumming." He whimpers.

"Cum inside daddy." It's the first time you had sex without protection and now you want him to cum inside you.

"That's right, princesa."

He continued plunging his sword into your uterus ramming even harder, seconds later, he busts his load. Your pussy's leaking with his thick cum all the way to your thighs. He lets go of your hips and places you on the table, back arched, pussy flowing.

He puts your panties back without cleaning your pussy, only the sides and the extra cum dripped on your legs and thighs.

"You did great, mija" He kisses your forehead.

"I did?"

"Yes you did." He smiles softly, saying it like he's a proud mentor.

After that encounter, he kept you as his pet, your friends noticed the hickeys on your neck every now and then and your alibi is always getting burnt by the hair curler. Flash Thompson even joked that the hair curler you're talking about is Mr. O'Hara.

Even if you denied it and threatened him with a lawsuit, It's obvious. Your lustful stares in the classroom, the special treatment you get in class above all the other students.

At times when the corridor is empty, he would grope your ass, spank it and squeeze it until you reach the classroom, walking in together at the same time. Your friends would always ignore the same smell coming out of you and Mr. O'hara. Fucking in every empty room, any chance that you get. You've certainly become the teacher's pet.

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Informative Report on Synthetic Peptide Hormone Drug Market | Bis Research

A synthetic peptide hormone drug is a pharmaceutical compound created in a laboratory setting, designed to mimic the activity of naturally occurring peptide hormones within the body. These drugs are composed of short chains of amino acids, similar to those found in endogenous peptide hormones.

The Synthetic Hormone Industry size was estimated at $19.40 billion in 2023 and is expected to reach $38.08 billion by 2033, growing at a CAGR of 6.98% during the forecast period 2023-2033. 

Synthetic Peptide Hormone Drug Overview 

A synthetic peptide hormone drug is a pharmaceutical compound created in a laboratory setting, designed to mimic the activity of naturally occurring peptide hormones within the body. 

These drugs are composed of short chains of amino acids, similar to those found in endogenous peptide hormones. 

They are engineered to interact with specific receptors in the body, triggering physiological responses or regulating various biochemical processes

Market Dynamics 

Market dynamics include the factors driving and restraining the market growth along with different market opportunities. 

Market Drivers 

Increasing Prevalence of Hormonal Disorders 

Rising Awareness and Acceptance of Hormone Replacement Therapies 

Rapid Technological Advancements 

The increasing occurrence of hormonal disorders, including hypothyroidism, diabetes, and imbalances, plays a crucial role in propelling the synthetic hormones market

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Market Segmentation:

Segmentation 1: based on product type

The product type segment of the global synthetic hormones market contains different types of products 

(i) Steroid Hormones 

(ii) Peptide Hormones 

(iii) Others 

Segmentation 2: by Route of Administration

The route of administration segment of the global synthetic hormones market contains different types of routes, such as:

(i) Subcutaneous 

(ii) Oral 

(iii) Intravenous

(iv) Intramuscular 

Segmentation 3: by Application

The application segment of the global synthetic hormones market contains different types of applications 

             (i)  Diabetes

             (ii)  Growth Hormone Deficiency

             (iii) Contraception

             (iv)  Male Hypogonadism

             (v)  Menopause

Segmentation 4: by End User

The end user segment of the global synthetic hormones market contains different end users, such

           (i)  Hospital Pharmacies

           (ii) Retail Pharmacies

            (iii)  Online Pharmacies

Segmentation 5 : by Region 

(i) North America 

(ii) Europe 

(iii) Latin America 

(iv) Asia- Pacific 

The primary sources involve industry experts from the synthetic hormone  industry and various stakeholders such as synthetic hormone manufacturers

Uses of Synthetic Peptide Hormone Drug  

Endocrine Disorders Management 

Cancer Therapy 

Obesity Management 

Cardiovascular Diseases 

Synthetic Peptide Hormones offer a wide range of therapeutic applications in medicine, from managing hormonal imbalances to treating metabolic disorders and cancer, highlighting their significance in modern healthcare.

Key Players in the Synthetic Peptide Hormone Drug 

Eli Lilly and Company Ferring B.V. Bayer AG Pfizer Inc. Novo Nordisk A/S Ipsen Pharma Novartis AG

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Key Drivers and Trends for Synthetic Peptide Hormones Drug 

Biotechnology Advancements 

Increased understanding of peptide biology 

Rising prevelance of endocrine disorders 

Key Questions Answers 

Q What are the major market drivers, restraints, and opportunities within the global synthetic hormones market?

QWhat are the major trends adopted by the global synthetic hormones market?

Q What are the key strategies adopted by key players in the global synthetic hormones market?

Q  How is each product type of segment of the global synthetic hormones market expected to grow during the forecast period 2023-2033?

Q   How is each application segment of the global synthetic hormones market expected to grow during the forecast period 2023-2033?

Q  How is each end user segment of the global synthetic hormones market expected to grow during the forecast period 2023-2033?

Conclusion 

In conclusion, the synthetic peptide hormones drug market is poised for significant growth and innovation driven by advancements in biotechnology, expanding therapeutic applications, and the rising prevalence of endocrine disorders. 

The convergence of personalized medicine, technological innovations in drug delivery, and a patient-centric focus underscores the potential for tailored and effective peptide-based therapies.

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Liked on YouTube: Which Neurotransmitter is the Most Stimulating? (Neurotransmitter Lore) || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMEBliw9lmA || Grab Atlas VPN for just $1.83/mo + 3 months extra before the SUMMER DEAL expires: https://ift.tt/K8hugTX 👈 #ad #atlasvpn This is the neurotransmitter tier list – I hope you find this video to be very stimulating! I guess this is neurotransmitter lore ;) Support the Channel on Patreon - https://ift.tt/RxBCSHL Join the Community Discord! - https://ift.tt/wTYe86A 0:00 Intro 4:53 Ad 6:15 Dopamine 9:30 GPCRs 14:39 Noradrenaline 17:42 Serotonin 21:25 Glutamate 24:55 GABA 27:00 Acetylcholine 29:35 Banana Outro 30:21 Dopamine (again?) *Team* Writer/Producer/Thumbnail Artist - That Chemist (Joey) Lead Animator/Graphic Designer/Editor – David Vesicle Animator - Chogi Lead Writer/Biochem Research - Exergonick (Nicholas) Writer/Biochem Research – Trev Chemistry Assistant - Maurice Technical Lead - Polygorg (Georg) Rigging/3D Systems Engineer - Robot Chicken *Acknowledgements* Ballerene for his ballin' biochem help *Music* - A huge thanks to @S3RL for letting us use his music in the video! "Dopamine - S3RL feat Sara" Contact S3RL - https://ift.tt/9ugsXJU *References* Dopamine: https://ift.tt/8Sxptec, https://ift.tt/Um9vzFN, https://ift.tt/2oSxqdQ, https://ift.tt/iMJUfms Noradrenaline: https://ift.tt/4kSc8Rs Serotonin: https://ift.tt/MGimTvY, https://ift.tt/uIGimMr Tryptophan: https://ift.tt/xqsZ810 Glutamate: https://ift.tt/Tnlavgj Gaba: https://ift.tt/kcgYdVW ACH: https://ift.tt/6y9psI7 Dopamine:Function & Symptoms: https://ift.tt/7hXCwZN Acetylcholine in Learning and Memory: https://ift.tt/OUaMi3S Cholinergic Crisis: https://ift.tt/ojw8mJc Cholinesterase Inhibitors for Alzheimer’s: https://ift.tt/LUqlBD7 Myasthenia Gravis: https://ift.tt/1pdieBb Cholinergic Receptors: https://ift.tt/4BSoIgE Otto Loewi: https://ift.tt/Onedr2f Acetylcholine (ACh: https://ift.tt/iUIqADB GABAergic Dysfunction: https://ift.tt/sKePxbT GABA Receptors: https://ift.tt/9WHziZq The Neurobiology of Addiction: https://ift.tt/whktJdy Mechanism of Action - Benzodiazepine: https://ift.tt/ICy6DbN Anxiety Disorders and GABA Neurotransmission: https://ift.tt/FuE9NJS Gamma-Aminobutyric Acid (GABA): https://ift.tt/nA3tHhr Molecular Mechanisms GABAB: https://ift.tt/uPjTsBb GABA and Glycine Receptors: https://ift.tt/t0EAjZ4 GABA Receptor: https://ift.tt/PNbeou1 NMDA Receptor-Dependent LTP/LTD: https://ift.tt/K1L0paq Glutamate and Depression: https://ift.tt/8J7Kmct Glutamate Transporter 1: Target for the Treatment of Alcohol Dependence: https://ift.tt/ZkbPKI1 Glutamate: What It Is & Function: https://ift.tt/9Ycbt5m Glutamate Receptors: https://ift.tt/OsKJN9R The History of (MSG): https://ift.tt/vJCFVYK Serotonin Syndrome Case Report: https://ift.tt/9tRjkOK Brain Serotonergic Circuitries: https://ift.tt/WR1jmVU Abnormal Cells Constipation: https://ift.tt/K62Wpxo Serotonin: https://ift.tt/iUIqADB Dopamine D1 Receptor: https://ift.tt/1RgANx8 Dopamine in Motivational Control: https://ift.tt/W1Ehted Norepinephrine: https://ift.tt/SkpJREf Adrenergic Neurons and Receptors: https://ift.tt/jzZ7LCx Noradrenergic Synapse: https://ift.tt/4BSoIgE Adrenal Stress Hormones and Enhanced Memory for Emotionally Arousing Experiences: https://ift.tt/ECvPrM2 Dopamine and Noradrenaline in the Brain https://ift.tt/onUx0jJ Noradrenergic Synapse: https://ift.tt/4BSoIgE Dr Julius Axelrod: https://ift.tt/Xfln2rF Adrenal Gland: https://ift.tt/Wgv1YwH Locus Coeruleus-Norepinephrine: https://ift.tt/zpaLqoP Food-Related Reward Signals: https://ift.tt/EUpXG5O Drugs Disrupt Presynaptic Dopamine Neurotransmission: https://ift.tt/t3LHEYC Biochemistry, Dopamine Receptors: https://ift.tt/PZ035Qf Parkinson’s Disease: https://ift.tt/K9ujlFi Signaling Dopamine D1-like Receptor Activation: https://ift.tt/Vyma8Tz Ventral Tegmental Area, in Rat: https://ift.tt/skSUTcN Arvid Carlsson: https://ift.tt/KzLE6p3 Anatomy and Function of VTA : https://ift.tt/B7Fjom3 Dopamine in Motivational Control: https://ift.tt/W1Ehted Relevant human Proteins found in RCSB PDB RCSB.org 10.1093/nar/28.1.235 And predicted proteins found at https://ift.tt/G0JzLMk

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[ad_1] To search out therapies for connective tissue problems like fibrosis, scientists want fashions that may mirror the construction and serve as of human tissue when it is wholesome in addition to when it is not, and react to medication identical to diseased human tissue would. However maximum fashions are in line with animals and provide vital boundaries. A brand new laboratory take a look at style evolved by means of Brown College researchers makes use of human cells and replicates no longer simplest the construction of human tissue, but in addition its mechanics. The researchers describe the style in an Complex Science learn about revealed on Tuesday, Feb. 1. "This style offers researchers a brand new software not to simplest discover the underlying mechanisms of fibrosis and inherited sicknesses of the extracellular matrix however to additionally take a look at possible therapies for them," mentioned senior creator Jeff Morgan, a Brown College professor of pathology and laboratory drugs, and of engineering. That building is the most important, Morgan added, as a result of there aren't any remedies for fibrosis, and problems of the extracellular matrix like Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and Marfan syndrome are short of new therapies. Framing the problem Key to the capability of the brand new style is that it does no longer come with an exterior synthetic "scaffold" for the cells; it makes use of a singular manner through which cells are harnessed to make their very own herbal extracellular matrix. Maximum tissue engineering approaches depend on using protein or polymer scaffolds, defined learn about coauthor Ben Wilks, who earned a Ph.D. in biomedical engineering at Brown and is now a analysis fellow at Harvard Scientific College and Massachusetts Common Sanatorium. Typical strategies contain rising cells on plastic, whilst more recent approaches embed cells in a collagen hydrogel to imitate the extracellular matrix. This new manner is going a lot additional -- it lets in cells to synthesize and compile their very own human extracellular matrix. During the last few many years, there may be been a shift in clinical working out of the extracellular matrix of tissues. Now not simplest does the matrix supply structural strengthen, but it surely additionally communicates with the cells throughout the transmission of mechanical and biochemical indicators. This dynamic, bidirectional conversation between matrix and cells performs a the most important position in keeping up cell homeostasis and tissue serve as, Wilks mentioned. "We're considering how adjustments in vitamins, enlargement components or drug therapies impact cell synthesis and reworking of the extracellular matrix and the ensuing mechanical homes of the tissue constructs," Wilks mentioned. "Due to this fact, a scaffold-free manner is far better suited to review the questions we're asking." Researchers in Morgan's lab at Brown were investigating scaffold-free tissue engineering for over 15 years. The lab's center of attention is on creating equipment that permit scientists to construct upon the intrinsic homes of cells to collect three-D tissues and synthesize their very own extracellular matrix, Morgan defined. The lab has evolved generation that permits researchers to regulate the three-D form of the engineered tissue constructs, forming spheres, rings or extra advanced geometries, by means of harnessing a phenomenon they name cell self-assembly. Then again, cell self-assembly perceived to paintings another way with fibroblasts, a extremely contractile cellular discovered right through the frame that performs vital roles in wound therapeutic, the synthesis and degradation of extracellular matrix, and tissue homeostasis. The tissue stiffness this is feature of modern fibrosis, as an example, is because of the unusual habits of fibroblasts that collect and regulate the extracellular matrix in some way that in the long run leads to a lack of organ serve as.

When the researchers implemented the lab's generation to fibroblasts, the tissue constructs would spontaneously wreck. As a Ph.D. scholar in Morgan's lab, Wilks came upon that changing the composition of the vitamins through which the cells had been grown would lend a hand stabilize the formation of the tissue constructs for days to weeks and even months. Additional, Wilks known that by means of adjusting further parameters like the mould geometry and selection of cells, he may shape strong three-D ring-shaped tissue constructs, or fashions, that facilitated the stress that led to the fibroblasts to self-orient and synthesize their very own extracellular matrix. "That was once in point of fact once I began to get excited: Once I noticed how the fibroblasts had been aligning and synthesizing this gorgeous three-D collagen-rich extracellular matrix in a periodic wave trend that resembles what you notice in local connective tissues like ligaments and tendons," Wilks mentioned. "I had by no means observed that sooner than in an engineered tissue assemble." A take a look at of power Wilks puzzled if it was once imaginable to quantify the stiffness and power of the tissue constructs to permit researchers to copy customary tissue in addition to tissue suffering from illness. The use of a tensile checking out device known as an Instron, the workforce measured how a lot drive it took to stretch the tissue till it broke. This sort of knowledge can be utilized to evaluate mechanical homes just like the power and stiffness of the tissues, which will then be associated with tissues within the human frame. It may also be used to measure how the addition of a drug would modify tissue power and stiffness. As an example, mentioned Wilks, the knowledge can be utilized to check whether or not an anti-fibrotic drug candidate stops the tissue stiffening this is feature of fibrotic sicknesses. "On this paper, we increase a three-D connective tissue style that permits us to without delay quantify how exposing cells in a three-D surroundings to other vitamins, enlargement components or drug therapies leads to adjustments in extracellular matrix synthesis and tissues mechanics, which is the most important purposeful metric of tissues and used clinically to watch illness development," Wilks mentioned. "Whilst there's nonetheless numerous ongoing paintings, we expect this style displays promise for screening possible anti-fibrotic medication. This may cope with a significant unmet want since there are lately no therapies to be had that may utterly halt or opposite fibrosis." The brand new style is among the maximum complex constructs to constitute the three-D structure, composition and mechanics of local connective tissues like ligaments and tendons, the researchers mentioned. Animal fashions are dear, ethically contentious and no longer all the time predictive of human pathophysiology, mentioned Morgan, who directs the Brown College Middle for Possible choices to Animals in Trying out. He added that this sort of analysis is a treasured stepping stone to making refined fashions that may substitute and surpass using animals. Video: https://youtu.be/IeZwwAkWk-8 [ad_2] #style #examine #fibrosis #therapies #animals #ScienceDaily

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My entry for the Birthday Wish Challenge as part of @teamengineering, with my apologies and compliments. The original prompt was “the cottage in Perthshire” but it sort of became an amalgam of a few different prompts.  They Say It’s Your Birthday (Read on Ao3) --- Fitz had never been a morning person. It was just not a thing that happened. Even though society dictated that he be a functioning adult at an absurd hour, it doesn't mean he had to like it, or do it unaided. Coffee and caffeinated tea were not options, they were necessities. He had never been a morning person, but having children had trained him to be able to pull himself into wakefulness at a moment's notice.  Like when he heard what sounded like a pan crashing onto the kitchen floor. His eyes flew open, he started, and his heart was beating just a little bit faster. Jemma also started awake, her head lifting from his chest. She seemed to have slowed, taking just an extra minute to come around to full consciousness. "Maisie remembers she's not to use the stove, right?" Jemma sighed and blinked heavily. She didn't answer right away, and in fact looked as though she might not remember. "Yes?" she guessed.  "… Right, I'll go check, shall I?"  "No, no." She stopped him from sitting up, then leans down to kiss him on the mouth. "Go back to sleep. 40-year-olds need all the rest they can get."  He smirked, and turned over as Jemma pushed herself up. She was probably expecting some indignant remark in return, but he certainly wasn't going to argue when the opportunity for a little more shut eye was handed to him. Continue on Ao3

[ceris-studies]

Five hours of study in total today. Whew. The Biochemistry exam is on Friday and I am both terrified and looking forward to it...

Lunch was really nice today (the cantine offered salmon + cauliflower), but I really feel the sleep deprivation. I studied longer today than I slept last night.

[theclaravoyant]

whoever said that life was sweet, drank a little too much whiskey, baby, and whoever said life was easy, never lived anywhere near me but I wouldn’t change a thing ‘cause you’re the one I wanna sink with       - Pink

[etoilesdeglace]

“It gets better don’t ever lose hope, never giving up at the end of the show.” - x

[salemofthe0pera]

you against yourself ; mark lee smau

[xiv] biochemical engineer v musician

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[tashonix]

Adventures in space (M)

For @cassiannandor and @whatlighttasteslike <3 

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Space. The final frontier.

At present the only frontier Jemma was interested in was her knickers and Fitz’s fingers burrowing underneath them.

“Fitz,” she canted her hips as she nibbled at his earlobe, urging him on.

He chuckled as he started working his fingers against her, rapidly bringing her to the brink.

Jemma started panting and tilted her head to find his, their kisses frantic, as if they only had moments to spare. Which she supposed they did if someone happened to walk along the dimly lit service corridor behind their new lab or bothered to look at the security footage.

“God, Fitz, now, now,” she demanded, his fingers now working busily inside her.

Fitz laughed again, shoving his trousers and boxers down then hoisting her against the wall.

There was no finesse as he quickly entered her, but damn, if it didn’t feel good after so long.

Jemma groaned and bit into his shoulder, ankles and arms locking him in place as she clung to him like a monkey and he rocked against her.

All thoughts left her mind as he brushed against her g-spot, and as she broke out into a moan, Fitz swallowed the sound with another desperate kiss.

They were both panting hard, so close to the edge, as she snaked a hand down between them. It was Fitz’s turn to groan when her hand brushed against where they were joined as she started rubbing her clit.

“Fuck, harder, Fitz, almost-,” Jemma muffled her groans by working up an impressive hickey on his shoulder.

He grunted and picked up the pace, her hand adding wonderful friction until she exploded, shuddering against him and hanging on for dear life as he threw his head back and joined her.

Breathing hard, neither were in any great hurry to move. She rested her head on his shoulder as he supported her against the wall.

Jemma’s world was at peace when she heard his voice again.

“Je-Jemma?”

Jemma smiled. Fitz always was attentive after sex.

“Jemma?” His voice was louder, more urgent.

She slowly opened her eyes, drowsy in the afterglow, registering his shape in the doorway.

Doorway…

Suddenly alert, she raised her head, as the realisation dawned on her that she was still touching herself and her trousers were halfway down her hips.

“Fitz…” she whispered, though it sounded incredibly loud in their room.

After a short period of awkwardness and adjustment to their new surroundings, their relationship and communication had improved though they’d yet to really touch each other beyond a few kisses goodnight. And well, a girl had needs. Especially when stuck on a space station.

“You, ah, come here often?” He flashed her a sheepish smile as he scratched his neck.

Jemma burst out laughing as she straightened her clothes. She’d missed this Fitz and was glad he’d appeared to break the tension.

“I’ve been known to fly solo on occasion. You see, my boyfriend has been swamped with work,” she smiled coyly at him.  

“Well, uh,” he blushed as he cleared his throat, “I always wondered about the various effects on the body in space.”

“Ugh, Fitz!” She couldn’t help laughing again, grinning broadly and feeling for the first time in months like everything was truly okay. “Come here and find out.”  

[secretaryunpaid]

2. Death of a queen

8. Queen on fire💙

Thank you for the ask @gkittylove99

Death of a Queen:

A/N: Queen Eleanor sacrifices her life for that of her family and to save the Rhys Monarchy from the Via Emperii...

Mood song: https://youtu.be/m_qlgFQs7E4

Yas - Empty Crown

Snippet:

Riley had discovered that Queen Eleanor had not perished at the hands of Godfrey Amaranth as all were led to believe. She had indeed been poisoned, but there was an untraceable counter agent given simultaneously. It would allow her vitals to crash, even keeping her in a near death state. As this would be too hard for King Constantine to bear, it was already predestined that her body would not be available for public viewing... allowing the country its proper mourning. She would be laid to rest in expedited fashion per the King’s request. This had been discussed on the many attempts to overtake the crown, so it was knowledge to those it benefited.

Dossier records:

Handwritten accounts of the Queen’s preparation for her departure from her sons and King...

It is the hardest thing that I will ever do... Not only do I have to give up my precious sons, but my daughter as well... Thank heavens my figure is such that my pregnancy has been hidden, or this plan would be an instant fail. I hope that all of my planning will not be interrupted before my children have a chance to mature, taking their rightful claims in the Rhys monarchy that is being sought so persistently with intent of complete destruction...

My biggest regret in all of this is the death of Jackson Walker. In his service to the Crown, specifically me, he has been heinously murdered under the guise of thwarting a ploy to attack the Crown. He has sacrificed his life for my own and that of my children... I am deeply indebted, and cannot repay his gift by caring for his son and daughter... I must find a way to make provisions for them both without raising suspicion in Constantine. He has been highly paranoid as of late, and I fear that I will not be able to conceal all that is occurring around us...

Constantine is a great leader, although his ways are not popularly accepted. My one regret is that he didn’t truly see the value in his Queen... Her role beyond bearing his heirs and being a pretty negotiator on his arm, but never fully able to dictate in a manner befitting a queen’s role. It would never have come a time that I would have overstepped. I did all that I could to bring threats to his attention, but was idly dismissed as if I could not have such knowledge and prowess to assist him in protecting our beloved Cordonia ... He’d rather walk with the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders than to burden me, but this was not my burden, but my duty... One I would never truly be allowed to fulfill...

A ransom has been called for stability and protection of Cordonia’s people... Either surrender my life and all of its connections, or surrender the King and Royal Family... It was never fully stated that my entire family would be sacrificed, only that it was either myself or the King... I overheard Godfrey and Barthelemy in their plotting against my love... even against our sons... It was then that I realized I would have to stow my beloved daughter away, unknown to her brother’s and father...

Queen on Fire: (In Progress)

In her final act of treason and betrayal, Riley seduces Anton one last time. This time, she gives it her all. She needs to release every nervous emotion flowing within… For this day, she will introduce a slow acting maitotoxin to as many of the Via Emperii as possible. The catalyst will be a biochemically engineered ring she will place onto Edison’s finger, committing herself to him as his Queen. The design being a Phoenix clutching the Royal Crest and a fallen crown and sword.

Today, King Liam Rhys of Cordonia was pronounced dead. Several members verified the authenticity of his corpse. The Queen of Cordonia had exceeded all expectations imposed by Edison and his Elders in control of the V.E. Many even attended the final viewing of the King after his Tour of Mourning came to completion. His clear topped preservation tomb was paraded through the Kingdoms of the Great Houses before making its final rest, fives days following the announcement of his demise, in the Capital of Cordonia amid all prior ancestral Monarchs before him. A smaller replica was erected on the grounds of the Valtoria Estate for private mourning by the Queen.

She met Edison immediately after Liam’s vaulting ceremony in the Royal Cemetery. Not even leaving the sacred ground, the two committed this act of fornication in the groundskeeper’s quarters… their sinful moans echoing through the grounds to be faintly heard by those lingering to pay tribute and respect to their fallen King.

Riley was expected to become Anton Edison’s Queen in private, announcing his Kingship to the people of Cordonia as a gesture to keep the monarchy strong, doing what she felt was best for the kingdom by providing it a new King.

Many would not understand, and she would have to bear the burden of this until her final acts. This may endanger her life, but she will make sure that Princess Alanna would not be used as a pawn to force her compliance. She would be placed safely away under an alias under the careful watch of her grandparents. Their international connections would allow private transport without suspicion, and any air traffic communications would be in code provided prior to their flight.

There they stood, Riley and Edison, before the officiator of the ceremony, witnessed by the head members of the Via Emperii. She knew that once the nuptials were complete and his rule over Cordonia solidified, they would want a private meeting without Riley present. During this discussion, she would trigger the poison from the ring given to Edison, as he always kept this with him as a reminder of her promise.

She would have made her exit without notice as they struggled for air, the maitotoxin quickly having an effect on their lungs, rendering them unable to call for help. Anyone entering would have the same fate, which in Riley’s eyes was a necessary casualty.

She would have her confirmation of her efforts from the drone surveillance...

[ask-demon-princess-astarte]

A Introduction to my OCs

So, after thinking it over, I figured I would create this post to help introduce people to the numerous OCs I have. I won't list every single one but here are a few of the main stays that feature on the blog.

Azirina Kharabbi: A Khajiit Dovahkiin from the Elder Scrolls V Skyrim. Initially, she was just a character in the game but has since evolved into so much more. With two storylines currently in the works and several pieces of Artwork done by the amazing @korvanjund she is probably the character who has grown the most out of them all.

Shi Tawakemono: My Persona 4 OC. Serving as a way to express my knowledge of Forensics but also showing how much life can change, Shi is one of my most interesting characters to write about. Her story has some major twists in it that I look forward to sharing with you all.

Astarte: The namesake of the blog and one of my oldest OCs. Astarte is my demon angel hybrid from Ao no exorcist, born when innocence fell in love with pure evil. She is one of the first characters of mine people will have come across I imagine. Without her, I wouldn't have started writing or created this blog. The fact people like her still amazes me to this day. And she has also evolved from her original conception to the character we see today, including leading to the creation of the following three characters.

Evening's Dawn: Astarte's mother, an original angel character. Known also as the blind angel in my works, Evening's Dawn is innocence personified or she was prior to meeting Astarte's father. Her alias comes from the blindfold she wears, a piece of purple silk ribbon, that serves to keep her blind to the sins of man. Following her death, she is bound to her daughter, possessing her should it be necessary.

Nocte: An ancient entity OC. Nocte and Outcast are remnants from the universe before ours. Nocte is darkness personified, being responsible for evil and death but also the night, stars and dreams. They are actually one of my first Gender neutral ocs, only taking on a gender identity when possessing someone, in this case Astarte.

Outcast: The other ancient entity and origin of all. Also the third being possessing Astarte. Like Nocte, Outcast is a remnant of the universe before ours. However, Outcast signifies creation and life. Together with Nocte, they kept the universe in balance. But, with the creation of humans and the rise of their God, Outcast and Nocte were cast out to the abyss between realms until Astarte's birth. Such a paradoxical creature was the only thing strong enough to host the two of them. Their original name has been forgotten, lost to the ages. So they took on the name Outcast. Like Nocte, they are gender neutral.

Teufel: Last but not least is Teufel or Project Teufel 2.0 to use her full designation. She is a more recent creation, essentially being a modern day Frankenstein's monster. Teufel was created as part of a project to create super soldiers. The amalgamation of Flesh and technology that would obey any command, thanks to a specially designed programme. However, prior to the programme being completed, the lab was destroyed, leaving a cybernetically enhanced Teufel with a incomplete computer program in her brain. Her story is something I am very excited to write about.

Patricia "Patches" Byrne: Bioshock OC. So, I got into Bioshock recently. And, despite every effort to not do so, I created an OC. Dr. Patricia Byrne, nicknamed "Patches" as every outfit she owns has patches sewn into them, was brought to Rapture because of her expertise in Biochemical engineering. Although, she also studied Psychology and Genetic engineering. Her main role was to help in the creation of the Protectors of the gatherers, aka the Big Daddies. However, after some really, shockingly poor decisions on her part, she ended up being arrested and used as a test subject for plasmids, after being ripped apart and sewn back together. This gave her the appearance of a splicer without the insanity. Though she knows it is only a matter of time until that takes effect.

And that's it for now. Please feel free to ask any questions about any of these characters. If you want to read about some of them, you can on my AO3 account here.

[tenderlyrenjun]

Mia I loved your 00 line drabble, honestly those boys own my existence. Do you have any headcanons on how they'd be as college students/your college bf etc.?

(00 line drabble)

Renjun - 

best college student and every professor loves loves him, recommends him for everything

is up to date on all his assignments and turns them in on time (whether that's at 11:58 P.M. sometimes or not is his business, lmao)

is really busy so you need to be ✨special✨ or at least participate in class loudly enough for him to notice (if you want to date him)

loves the college sweetheart dates like at coffee/tea shops and museums, which can double as extra credit for his class

wakes up late and it takes 19739371 alarms to get him out of bed but he can be convinced to ditch class only if he feels confident in that class

doesn't read out loud but if you lay on his chest while he's reading he will play with your hair and kiss your forehead every 5 pages, as if you're paying attention to a class that you don't have

likes to sit under the tree in the quad with you, lays in your lap with a thermos of tea in his backpack (reduce reuse recycle!!)

if you hold his hand, he will do anything for you and you take advantage of this all the time

Jeno -

friends to lovers only; gotta know him for months before he even starts to like you, romantically

may or may not be dating his high school sweetheart

really good student actually because he practices but really hates the process of studying lmao

the kind of college boyfriend to meet up after your classes and give you a kiss on the cheek before his

majors in architecture and doesn't regret it at all until he gets to physics (still doesn't change it tho; geometry is a breeze to him)

gym -> class -> dorm -> friend's apartment. doesn't go anywhere else unless you drag him out

night owl!! will spend hours playing games in his dorm and sleeps until mid afternoon

has a mini fridge that you stock up with snacks from the mini mart on the opposite side of campus because he only fills it with snacks from the on-campus store

Haechan -

doesn't sleep. ever. just, like, doesn't sleep. doesn't even like it; he likes to keep busy

you sit in on some of his acapella practices or dance practices, eating ramyeon on the floor (spoiler: he steals some)

moderately good student; only does well in the classes he likes

#1 Socratic seminar student and will make up responses on the fly

plays loud EDM music at 3AM and drinks Red Bull

takes naps in your dorm during your study time, on the rare moments that you pry him off you to actually crack open a textbook

has college sweaters from colleges he doesn't go to because he got them in high school and he's a little too nostalgic to throw them away

will subtly get you to eat, rest, and sleep like "come eat with me; you cook bulgogi better than me" or "I can't sleep without you, come cuddle me"

Jaemin -

asks 1,000 questions in the courses he likes, otherwise he gives the bare minimum effort (still gets an A tho and all professors love him)

volunteers in a biochem lab and always answers the lab professor's pop quizzes correctly because the one time he didn't, the professor gave him such a disappointed look and he never wants to see it again

the same biochem professor nominates him for a scholarship and he wins it

always carrying something for class - textbook, coffee, stethoscope, med school brochures, etc. etc.

struggles in calc V and asks you to help him with it (aka study with him)

uses the pomodoro method and spends the entire break making out with you then goes back to studying like nothing happened

doesn't have snacks in his dorm room - the living room suite area, yeah, but none in his actual room and will kill you if you get crumbs on his bed

convinces you to get boba with him 15 minutes before the shop closes

Yangyang -

majors in mechanical engineering then changes it to psychology after hearing about a language acquisition course

a really really good student, like he actually does outside of class research and always does extra credit, even if he doesn't need it

doesn't live in his dorm and never cooks - you either cook or he buys food and meets you at your dorm

lives in oversized hoodies (1) because they're comfy and (2) because Kun he does laundry once every month

has a violin scholarship that you almost never hear about until he makes First Chair and asks you to come to his recital

really quiet in class but really loud with his friends and with you wink wonk

never complains about how much work he has to do and if you do, he kisses you to shut up

watches Netflix in bed at 2AM awhile you play with his hair because he doesn't have morning classes

Shotaro -

excels at his major course requirements!!

otherwise is on tiktok during class and not paying attention / has to ask you for the assignment list

has a strict studying regimen and follows it to a T

smiles at you a lot, is generally quiet but goes out of his way to make friends

sometimes breaks his schedule for you, especially after you show him a new challenge

catches you at lunch because he actually has morning classes and you cannot be bothered before 10 AM

loves the class where his professor tosses out chocolate and takes an intro bio class for his GED but mostly for the professor who gives out chocolate covered espresso at the beginning of every Friday lecture (regrets the lab tho 'cause the professor is ass)

makes friends with freshman easily because they're a little bit as lost as he is

[harrelltut]

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[prince-toffee]

She-Ra #0

- Karma -

[Two Years After The Defeat of Horde Prime]

Plumeria

The moonlight of the many Etherian moons rained down and coated the greenery of Plumeria. Plumeria was one of the smallest kingdoms on the planet, there wasn’t anything fancy or kingdom-ly about it. No enormous castles, not even real towns, just a bunce of tree-houses and empty fields. Which in a way was perfect for the refugee clones, the open fields were filled with makeshift tents, with tired, injured, and or defective clones with conditions that had to be looked after, taking up residence in them. Over the two years more and more shelters accumulated since the defeat of Prime and his main armada. It all worked out fairly well, with the clones populating the ground and the Plumerians residing in the trees. They much like most Etherians had mixed feelings about the clones, some were more welcoming than others. Fortunately brawls didn’t break out as often as in some other parts. It was clear that the Princess of the land, Perfuma, wasn’t too thrilled about their presence, but she put on a smile and played nice.

Modulok wasn’t quite sure what the title of ‘royalty’ or ‘Princess’ meant on this world, but it seemed as if the success criteria involved owning some land since there were apparently hundreds of Princesses, some with kingdoms the size of a town, or a nightclub, believe it or not. How the political landscape worked, he did not know. But he didn’t really care either. It was peaceful that was all that mattered to a surgeon and medic like Modulok. The settlement at Plumeria was one of the smaller ones, nowhere near as developed and packed as Doormat or the New Salineas. And again that’s why he liked it, quiet, far away from anything and everything, a grasshopper here, the rustle of leaves there. However something always seemed to go out of its way to find him. Case in point his quite drunk brother, Vultak, who barged into Mod’s tent in the middle of the night.

Vultak clumsily stumbled into the tent, two glasses of some sort of alcoholic drink in hand. He set the glasses on the operating table Mod was currently working on. Before Mod could protest, as he opened his mouth Vultak raised his pointing finger up to him to stop him. V then proceeded to drag a chair from the side to the operating table. V sat down and took a swig emptying one glass. The drunk clone just stared dazed at the patient Modulok was operating on, but caught a glance coming from Mod that was disapproving.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, carry on.”

That drew out a sigh from the medic, he was all too familiar with those snappy comebacks as well as his delusional pessimistic rants and ravings, which Mod was sure were about to follow. The two just looked at each other, a sedated individual between them, it was quite a comedic scene to be hold if there were a third party observing.

Modulok had lost his arms in one of the countless wars and had replaced them with cybernetics which could split in two giving him the total of four arms to work with. As a defect Modulok had blood red lenses, eyes and teeth. Not to mention his skinny frame, and lack of weight, and inability to gain weight. He wore a black and red tech suit, not bulky like Hordak’s, much thinner with tubes and cables hanging here or there. Under it you could see his bones and rip cage pressed tight around his skin, in some areas the white bone broke through the skin forming vein-like patterns across his body - common side effects for defects. A unique defect to Mod was that his skin was coloured red, it didn’t mean much, but others thought it looked neat.

Vultak was far more odd and different, some clones even called him the strangest clone alive. One of the oldest living too. V was a defect too, defects liked to stick together, at least most of them, not Modulok specifically. Vultak was thin too, like a walking toothpick. Vultak’s top half of his head was a red glass-looking dome resembling a radar display. No eyes. However a long witch-like nose. And shark-sharp teeth, though that was common with all clones. Possibly his most iconic aspect were his retractable wings being able to extend out of his under-arms, unveiling metallic feathers as sharp as knives. Various experimental technology was incorporated into his arms, giving his wings the ability to cause micro-hurricanes, and gusts of wind. And flight, obviously.

Also, he was thousands years old.

“V, you clearly want something so just say it and get it over with, the less time I spend with you the saner I’ll remain.” Modulok stated tiredly knowing fully well conversations with V could be exhausting. He leaned on his right arm which he placed on the table.

“What? Come on, can’t a brother just want to hang out with his other clone brother from another mothership?...” Mod was unamused and unphased, in the pause and silence his expression did not change. “And also my dearest, most awesome, talented brother, who is a doctor... I could... use some of that reeeeeally good tastin’ medicine that only a certified medic like you can hand out.” Vultak gave him a smile and tilted his head.

Mod gave him an eye roll, “I am not handing you the pills!”

“Oh come on, Mod! This stuff’s getting out on the street anyway! You’re not upholding some moral high-ground, you’re not holding society together! Come on, please, just one.”

Modulok waved him off, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. And I’m not trying to up hold anything, I don’t care what happens out there, but it just so happens that when some stupid non-sense takes place out there it means I’ve got more work here.” In a way he was right, Modulok was the most famous medic from the Galactic Horde, known across countless galaxies, being a defect medic and a medic for defects, that increased his infamous status. If anyone, any clone was in need of aid they turned to him for help, to say Mod was busy would’ve been an understatement. “Don’t even get me started on those pills that Hordak and Dryl made, I have no idea what they were thinking.”

The Isle Pills. Small capsules of biochemical engineering, synthesized from the ‘infected’ ‘tainted’ plants of Beast Island. That was the way people described the island, there were many theories about the landmass, a lot of scary campfire stories, disputes about whether it even existed. Its existence was apparently confirmed by the Princess of Dryl. Something about backstabbing and being imprisoned on the island, the clones weren’t sure, and they didn’t care much. But the nature of the island had been kept secretive, partially perhaps because the lab-partners studying the location don’t know many thing about it either.

It is also to be noted that they, the pills, weren’t meant for wide spread public use, apparently the Drylian Princess herself was against the production of it. But somehow they got out. Modulok was sure Hordak wasn’t thrilled that his experimental treatment for his defection was being distributed like hot buns at a bakery sale.

The pills have an altering affect on the consumer’s mood and how they perceive reality. Where the island would have enraptured an individual in their own fears and insecurities, somehow those mad-scientists altered the effect of the flora to envelop the individual in numbness and sleep-like paralysis. Hordak no doubt developed the pills as a way of coping with his defection and all the pain that came with it. So the product became quite popular with other defects. Including V, to no surprise. The pills were addictive and seemingly untested, and someone was making a profit off of it no doubt.

“They probably weren’t thinking, that’s what! If you ask me that Hordak guy is insane. All his bad decisions always seem to bit us in the rear.” The infamous Hordak, a general from a previous life, a defect that was sent to the frontlines by Prime personally, some even have speculated that he was meant to be Prime’s next bodily vessel. So in a sick twisted way, that defect saved him. Funny how life works.

Hordak somehow ended up on Etheria, he doesn’t even know how, somehow he amassed a large following and took over half a continent, destroyed a lot in the process. People hate him, his face, and that means of course many weren’t thrilled about hundreds of thousands of clones falling from the sky and finding a home and shelter on Etheria. Honestly, Modulok didn’t like him much either. Vultak unlike Mod actually quite liked Hordak as he served under him once, V trusted him.

“Mod, they would’ve hated us with or without him at the helm, at the end of the day he’s one of us, the whole universe hates us, we gotta stick together.”

“Where’s your ‘screw everything’ mentality gone to?”

V downed his second glass and wiped his mouth, “Washed away and washed down...” V just stared at the now empty glass inspecting it suspiciously as if he was looking if the glass was withholding additional liquid from him. It became obvious that V was thinking, contemplating something, he placed the glass down with a ‘clink’ on the table. “...I’ve been getting the nightmares again. And it’s getting worse, it always does. It’s not long ‘til the nightmares start coming out during the day, while you’re awake.”

Modulok understood, of course he did. He too had went through some harrowing experiences, war is never a good thing for the mind. Mod was an excellent surgeon and doctor, he can do some miracles with scalpels and bandages, he could take care of physical wounds. But there were wounds and scars that he couldn’t heal.

Vultak continued, “Do you believe in karma, Mod?” The question gave the medic pause, he didn’t quite know how to answer that, and he was sure this was one of those questions you don’t answer as V was going to no doubt continue and give his own answer. But the short reply would’ve been ‘no’, Mod didn’t believe in any higher power or any metaphysical concepts such as fate or destiny, it all rather felt far-fetched to him. “That our actions and deeds from our previous lives affect and decides our fate and fortune in the future?

That the future takes roof in the past? You do good, you have good fortune, a good life awaits you. You do bad, you have bad fortune, hell’s coming your way. Revenge and retribution on a cosmic level. It’s the universe’s way of punishing the evil and the wicked, that’s us by the way.

And we do deserve it, don’t we. I mean we’re literally walking, breathing, war machines, our sole purpose was to destroy, perpetuate war and cause all around carnage.

Everyone always wants to blame Hordak for Etheria hating us, but every single one of us has had a part in conquering half the damn universe! Countless worlds either chained or turned to dust, all thanks to us, all of us.

All the terrible things we’ve done, and now what? We just get to have a happy ending? No. No, no, no. Karma’s just getting ready, reeling back, ready to backhand all of us to oblivion. We gotta suffer first... Karma’s balance, karma’s proportional. Which isn’t good for us since we did a lot of wrong-doings. Remember the Siege of Denebria, the War for Primus, the Taking of Trolla, the centuries-long Massacres at Epsilon-19, everyone wants to forget that hellscape death-trap. But we just can’t, some things claw their way back to the surface from below all that brainwashing-sauce.

And that’s just the horrid stuff we remember!... Can you imagine how many lives we’ve forgotten? How many years we’ve lost? How many people we’ve forgotten? That four eyed freak robbed us of everything that made us, us!... All that stuff’s gonna bite us in the back.”

Modulok simply listened, he was used to V’s rants and ravings, but all that... seemed different. Usually V made out everything to be a joke, never taking anything serious, he was a jokester. The nihilistic joker seemed to be subdued, some sort of seriousness, some existential dread on his face. Vultak was genuinely opening up to Mod, and he appreciated that. But it was a shame they had to get drunk first before having conversations like that.

Mod became gradually more worried as V continued with the dialogue, after he paused and just began to stare blankly at his glass again Modulok responded, “I appreciate you opening up, kind of, V, I just wish it didn’t take the influence of alcohol... [sigh] Look, V, I know tomorrow is never certain, and that we all carry the weight of scars on our brittle shoulders... but please believe me when I tell you, that everything will be okay, everything will get better. Don’t drown yourself in poison. The world’s not falling apart, and neither should you.” Mod placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to comfort his friend.

Vultak simply looked up at his brother, his face blank, he knew Mod meant well, but it didn’t help much to comfort him. And so V hopelessly replied, uttering almost a warning, “Just you wait doc, the sky’s gonna come crashing down on our heads.”