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sol-consort · 10 months ago

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Smut for super earth! 🫡

Sir yes sir 🫡 Smut for democracy!

Launching Helldivers 2 smut in 3...2...1

C-01

[heavy smut, dom/sub, blood, slight humiliation, exhibition, penteration, aphrodisiac, objectification, use of military titles in bed, obedience kink]

[Dark themes, parody of fascism]

[Reader is a helldiver and gender neutral]

“Welcome aboard, helldiver, and great job out there” the ship master held her clipboard as she went over your mission report, “the samples you've collected will be put to great use.”

Droplets of red follow your trail as you make your way towards the ship management screen, cape drenched in blood and sticking to your body. The ship master was polite enough not to comment on the limb in your steps, or maybe it was stoic professionalism that let her ignore the shortness of your breath.

Looking over the list of new weaponry you've unlocked, it was hard to make a decision on what to spend your requisition slips on, especially with the pain in your leg. It has already been treated by the onboard ship medic and is technically service ready, but you've exhausted your government assigned monthly allowance of painkillers, and the doctor wouldn't prescribe you any.

Rations were running tight at the moment. They cut back on helldivers' luxury medical comforts in order to fund the fight for democracy and boost the research for the upcoming mech suits. Just what kind of enemies would require a mech suit when they usually throw you bare at bile titans, you wonder.

And so, having exhausted all other options, you reach inside a deep pocket under your armour and take out the stem injection. tilting your head to the side to expose your neck, with experienced hands, you quickly stab the substance right over where your vein should be.

A shudder runs through your body as waves of adrenaline quickly pass through every single one of your blood streams. Your armoured grip on the monitor almost cracks the screen, wasn't it for the reinforced glass.

Finally, as it washes down your body, a sigh of relief is all that's heard as you fix your posture. Back straight and all the pain evaporates from your leg as the stem forces your body to immediately replace the cells with new ones. Pumping the blood faster by pushing your heartbeat to the edge of the dangerous zone, tricking your immune system into thinking the damaged cells are a threat so they'd attack It faster.

With nowhere for the excess energy to go, the dosage leaves you restless. It was meant to be taken amidst a battlefield where you can find release through spreading freedom in the name of democracy at your enemies, in the shape of an RS-422 Railgun, of course.

With no shooting ranges or infiltrating enemies to take out your energy out on in the safety of your own destroyer ship. The blood rushes wherever it could go. You feel the heat pooling in different parts of your body, filling whatever place it could find.

Eventually settling between your thighs, making you hyper aware of the rough texture of the under-armour padding pressing against you. The smallest movement grinds the fabric more and more against you with every breath you take.

How sensitive your thighs suddenly feel, your blood wasn't the only wetness seeping into your armour.

You don't make a single sound, pressing your lips tightly shut as you endure the pleasure building up. For it wasn't much different than enduring the pain of a chest wound on the battlefield while laying on the ground, holding back the waves of terminid scouts with nothing but a pistol as your teammates calls for airdrop resupply.

You've signed up your body to be given for the cause long ago, for the future of super Earth and all of its civilians. So you've learned to endure and obey all commands, like the excellent little soldier you are.

Pushing your weight off of the desk you were leaning on, you head towards the navigation map at the end of the ship.

One step after another, the pleasure intensifies. Your own legs have never felt more energised and light before despite your brain twisting every average sensation to squeeze out any resemblance of sexual gratification it could from it.

The way your under-armour hugs your body. The way the padding presses between your legs, against the inside of your thighs and right over your chest. The straps securing the metal plates to you start looking sinful.

Another step, your body is screaming at you for any relief from the overwhelming pressure building inside with nowhere to go.

A final step, and you've reached your destination. The familiar sight of the map greets you, showing super Earth in its centre with the two enemy factions creeping in from the borders of the galaxy. The automatons stick to the borderlines as their red territory crawls its way upwards the map. While the terminids are swarming towards the home planet of Lady Liberty herself at an alarming speed.

“Your fellow helldivers are fighting on the frontlines for our freedom as we stand here.” The ship's executive officer found his way to your side, looking over the dwindling liberation percentage on the yellow territory.

His orders remain unspoken, yet were orders all the same. Go join the fight.

You're not even sure if he can give you orders. Are you even the captain of your own ship? It was handed over to you alongside the armour from another Helldiver who failed to evacuate in time before the shuttle took off. Yet you haven't even met the pilot of your supposed own ship.

It's been endless missions after missions, and anything in between is spent in stasis in cryosleep. It's to prevent helldivers from being at less than their optimal physical age whilst cutting down on unnecessary costs like food rations, symptoms of traumatic experiences that rear their head during idle times, and off shore leave.

These few minutes spent at your own destroyer are the only waking moments where your fighting instincts aren't pushed to limits alongside your sanity. a glorious sacrifice to upkeep the daily privileges and rights of humans everywhere.

The democracy officer must have noticed the trembling of your fingers as you picked the next destination, the way you were squeezing your thighs together and leaning your weight against the circular map.

He must've seen this case before in many other soldiers like you. That's why you didn't question it when his hand went under your cape, wrapping around your back to help steady you. His voice took a softer tone as he ordered you to follow him.

Helping you walk and letting you lean against him made you realise how strong he must be under his uniform to be able to endure the weight of a helldiver clad in full armour. His hand kept you in place, and you didn't resist as he led you through the staff quarters. Unlocking his door with a simple face scan, you were surprised with what you saw inside.

How long has it been since you've seen a bed? And an actual bed stood here in front of you. It was nothing luxurious, the usually army manufactured steel frame with a thin white mattress above.

it looked uncomfortable, but compared to your standing cryo freezer, it looked like paradise.

“Now, I assume you know the rules and regulations set in place about fraternisation amidst ranks, helldiver?”

You were nudged towards the bed. In your current state, it didn't take much to get you tumbling over and face first onto the mattress.

“It's highly encouraged.”

To boost troops' morale and help cure homesickness or any deviation thoughts about returning to civilian life. rule C-21 was put in place to allow soldiers to aid each other when it comes to stress relief activities, no matter its nature.

Of course, like any other activity that involved sexual Intercourse with another human, it required an immediate report in the aftermath to the ministry of healthcare in the form of paperwork. In the case the activity could result In a child, an extra paperwork is in order to request a permission slip that you could forward to the ministry of population regulation in order to start your work towards getting pre-pre-approval for the right to create a child, with additional screening and tests required to pass through plus an additional wait period depending on how many other people are requesting the permission to repopulate during this year. All fall under the rule of C-01. Failure to do so might result in having the right to your reproductive organs revoked for not meeting the standards of civility expected of every loyal citizen to uphold the constitution of managed democracy.

Surrendering all control to your democracy officer, you obediently parted your legs when his hands lifted your hips up to get you to lay on your knees instead.

Face down, ass up, with your captain cape falling off to the side.

His fingers made quick work of the straps, keeping your armour secured before undoing the belt to your pants and lastly the zipper to your under armour. It was more time effective to only remove enough parts to be able to push your lower armour down to your knees, revealing just enough of your intimate parts and leaving the rest of your body covered.

“You're dripping. You've made a mess already.” With two fingers, he trailed them up the inside of your thigh, scooping as much of your wetness as he could manage. Trailing his fingers up and pressing your own sticky wetness against your tight hole, circling the rim with his fingertips to get you to relax and open up to him.

You laid there helpless with an iron grip against the sheets below. Anticipating the feeling of being prodded open on his fingers. His other hand cupped directly between your legs, with a leather glove holding your most intimate parts like it was nothing.

Not being able to resist much more, you found yourself grinding down on his hand. The friction of the leather and increased sensitivity of your body only made the sensation more addicting.

You didn't care for the fact you were his captain and he was technically your inferior, the electric pleasure shooting through you with every press against his big gloved hand was slowly clouding your brain of all senses of rationality.

He only kept his hand there as you did all the work. desperately pushing against it in search of release. It wasn't enough, but he didn't make any effort to help you go faster, preferring to keep you squirming in neglect.

It was nothing more than a temporary nicotine patch, akin to a band-aid against a gushing wound. Just enough to give you a taste of pleasure and have you pathetically grinding and seeking more.

without a warning, his two fingers pushed inside you, covered in your own leaking wetness and nothing more. Pressing you harder against the bed and the hand cupping you, forcing sounds of pleasure from your throat that got muffled by your helmet.

His fingers were wet enough to reach further inside, fucking in and out of you at a steady pace that grew faster and faster. it was clear now why he was neglecting your genitals on purpose, he wanted you to cum while getting fucked by your inferior officer instead, because that's what good soldiers do.

A third finger joined soon enough as his other hand let go of you, now covered in your own wetness and pre-cum. In a rare tender moment, it went to hold one of your closed fists on the sheets, entangling your fingers and reassuring you that he's here.

The three fingers were brutal, not giving you a second of rest as they explored your insides with a purpose.

The more the pleasure grew, the harder it was to think. All you cared about was the feeling of being filled and thoroughly taken care of.

Paying no mind to your knees that were getting numb, much like you had to crawl through dirt and kneel during combat to get better accuracy on your machine gun, you could endure staying in this position for hours.

You were made to fight, your body honed for combat, endurance, and stamina. Every scar littering it is a living proof of every death you escape with nothing but its claws scraping your skin as you lived to be sent on another mission immediately after.

And rightfully so, the democracy officer could be as rough as he wants with you and you'd still take it, because that is your purpose in life.

It was decided for you, like everything else in your life. You don't need to ponder or get curious about anything. You don't even need to think because your government will do the thinking for you.

You don't even need to touch yourself, just say the word and the closest democracy officer will bend you over the nearest surface and fuck your brain out In front of everyone, even with other helldivers in the room.

The armoury is already placed in the middle of the ship after all, exposed for all to see much like your dignity each time you get ready for a mission. It's not like all your officers and engineers haven't seen you naked while changing equipment.

There is very little courtesy offered in times of war.

So it won't be any different to have you pressed against the armoury wall, thighs wrapped around him as he fills you with his cum before zipping you up and shoving you into the nearest landing pod so you won't miss your next mission.

Landing on the planet with legs all wobbly and stuffed to the brim with his cum. Feeling it slowly leak down your legs and stain your armour as you fight for your life while simultaneously trying to finish your mission and avoiding the falling meteors.

Having to work with the teammates who just watched you take a load inside. Who heard the sounds you make while struggling not to finish embarrassingly soon with so many people watching you get fucked.

Then join them like it's nothing. Feeling their eyes on you the whole time and knowing they know what the growing stains between your legs are.

Their touches start to linger. They squeeze your thighs whenever one lends you their stem injection after you run out. Grope your back as you help them reload their weapon before another breach arrives. Using you to their heart's content in the evacuation shuttle as a way to vent out the aftermission adrenaline from their bodies while the Falcon 1 pilot enjoys the sound of your gagging.

That's the humiliating fate that you could be subjected to. That's the life of a soldier you signed up for.

Instead, you're here, laying on a semi comfortable bed.

Having the luxury of getting prepared beforehand, of being taken on a subjectively soft mattress instead of the cold metal floor. The privilege of working with such professional helldivers that would never do such a thing during missions. I mean what's next? Helldivers throwing down eagle strikes right before boarding evac shuttles or using the reinforcement as stratagems by throwing you into hordes of enemies? Don't be so absurd, these things never happen, you're just imagining things and if you keep talking about it you might be given a mandatory trip to a freedom camp for re-education, as a work bonus.

Taking you to his own quarters, giving you the privilege of privacy and going out of his way to be kind to you. Your democracy officer must really care for you.

Just don't think too hard about how he's the one who calls down the strikes on you if you ever wander outside your mission zone too far, charges of treason and all you know how it is.

How about, don't think too hard ever again? Stay the way you are and endure everything life throws your way. Saying yes to every order, saying no to every break, keep showing up to be such a good little obedient soldier.

Three fingers pull out of you with a wet pop as your insides clench around nothing. You stop yourself from whining because it's not becoming of a ship captain. Instead, you wait patiently with your ass in the cold air as you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Something big slots against your back, rubbing its head up and down your gaping hole, giving it a wet tap or two as your thighs quiver.

At this moment, you've never wanted something in your life more than you wanted this big mean cock inside you.

To feel it stretch you out and finally push you towards your release. Afterall you can't cum on your own, you must wait for permission in the form of your democracy officer's cock fucking you until the lights in your brain turn off.

Very early in training, you're taught never to beg. Be it for your own life against an enemy or anything else, for death is preferable to cowardice. Cowardice is treason, and treason is bad.

Even when every nerve in your body feels like it's on fire from the anticipation, even when you're being deliberately teased and toyed with for nothing more than another's amusement.

You're a helldiver, and your job is to endure and follow orders. That's the only thing you're good for.

“Good job, soldier.” His praise is shortly followed by the head of his cock spliting you open, the delicious stretch of being filled with something so large as you spread your legs even more.

“Thank-” you attempt to stutter a reply, but the air is pushed out of your lungs as he bottoms out inside you. You've never been this full in so long. The less than ideal lubricant amount makes it burn deliciously, what was supposed to be pain gets turned into overwhelming pleasure by the stem in your bloodstream. You keep clenching around him as you adjust to his size. “Thank you, Sir.”

His body is fully pressed against yours. One of his hands moves your arms behind your back and is holding them in place. Forcing you into a submissive docile position while his other hand grips your hips, no doubt leaving marks on them by the end of this.

Every thrust pushes you up the bed, moving your entire body before he pulls you back down with his grip against your hands and hips. Bouncing you back and forth.

Your panting and moans would've filled the room, wasn't it for the helmet muffling them for everyone except yourself, making you hear your own cries crystal clear. Every hiccup and groan digging into your ego and self image. Thankfully your ego was used to the bruising from being put in place each morning as you stood up and swore allegiance to super earth, repeating how you're nothing more but a servant for democracy, carved stone to be stepped on for a brighter future in the ladder of liberty.

His thrusts were powerful and deliberate, a steady pace that didn't leave you any room to meet them or wiggle away. Making you completely at his mercy, how clearly he is in charge as he moved and manhandled you however he wished.

You wonder, just how many details about this encounter will go in the report? Will he have to tell them how he fucked you? Describe In details how your insides felt as they milked him dry, spasming and squeezing around his cock with every thrust as if this was your first time getting properly dicked down.

Will he have to specify how he prepared you beforehand? How he didn't use any lube, just your own sticky wetness instead because he knew how much of a slut for pain his helldiver is.

Is it note-worthy to mention how obedient and patient you were the whole time and didn't whine or make a fuss? How you still adorably addressed him as sir despite outranking him, how you let him tug and throw you around like you were a common whore instead of an honourable disciplined soldier.

Or does he only have to refer to the time-period in which he defilled you on his bed? And management can just pull the surveillance and security cameras footage, the same one in the corner of this room right now. Because you never know when a cowardly robot or a nasty bug could infiltrate the helldivers' ranks. So there are cameras everywhere to ensure the safety of the collective, no exceptions made ever.

For privacy is a small price to pay for liberty and freedom! Or are you so selfish to prefer having your entire crew killed without warning by a bug? Just because you didn't want to give up something as insignificant as personal space? Shame on you, Citizen.

As we all know, it is the people with nothing to hide who have nothing to fear. Could you imagine what people might get up to on their own time if it wasn't public knowledge for all to see? That's why it is important for the government to monitor everyone! It is for the safety of the collective.

For the many shall suffer for the sins of the one.

by now most of the stem injection aftermath has been fucked out of you, as the adrenaline wears off you're growing more and more exhausted, brainless and limb.

The same brutal pace that he used with his fingers, only instead it's a thick cock making your brain melt and insides spasm now.

You're so close. The relief you've been so desperate for is just out of reach.

collecting your remaining brain cells to try and form something coherent between all the moaning and whimpering, you manage to make a full word at last.

“Sir-I” a hoarse cry is forced out of you, his cock pressed against a rough patch of skin inside you that lights your nerves up. Almost pushes you over the edge, biting your lips you force yourself to resist the painful temptations to cum.

You attempt again “I'm close, officer. Permission to-” it's burning and clawing at your core from sheer intensity, threatening to burst at any seconds. You put all of your self control into holding it back as tears collect in the corners of your eyes.

You're pulled by your arms to sit up on your knees. Manhandled by your officer like It was nothing despite all of your armour. Much like you ragdolled whenever a charger flung you around as you attempted to dodge being crushed by its claws.

Immediately, your body collapses back onto his chest. Your head lays on his shoulder as you meet his eyes through the tinted windshield in your helmet. Releasing your arms, both of his hands wrap around your waist to keep you up despite your weak knees.

“Permission granted.” His own voice is breathless, unlike the collected tone you've grown used to greeting you whenever you approach the map. The same voice praising you at the end of each mission, encouraging you before the start of another, that same voice was giving you allowance to cum, a silent order that you will obey like all of his others.

You look him in the eyes as you cum, your executive officer watching waves of Intense pleasure going through his captain's body, making you spasm and make a mess on his bed.

Your overstimulated trembling body is used like a fleshlight as he thrusts his cock in and out of you.

Up and down, in and out, seeking his own pleasure, which arrives shortly after.

Filling you to the brim with his cum as he stays inside, a ring of white forming around his cock as it attempts to leak out.

With the stem fully worked out of your system, you're suddenly aware of how much your knees hurt. How numb they are by now.

A hand goes under your armour, gently rubbing your stomach. The harder it presses down the more your insides convulse around the cock plugging you, involuntarily attempting to push it out to make space for the cum threatening to overflow.

Moving down to your hips and thighs, the hand squeezes them tightly just as the democracy officer gives one final thrust forward that steals your breath before pulling all the way out and watching the cum leak down your legs.

Before your insides could close, the same two fingers thrust back in and keep your hole spread out. The other hand continues to rub and squeeze your thighs reassuringly as you push all the cum out.

Aware of his eyes watching you through this whole thing, helping you get it all out with his fingers. It's almost humiliating how you had to be guided and ordered through this whole thing from the moment your ass was up until the second you're having your insides cleaned by your inferior officer.

After what feels like an eternity of probing, you're finally pushed forward to fall on the bed. Your knees give out instantly as the blood rushes to them. Your arms ache, and your thighs are all sticky and wet.

Even now, laying on a bed, in a puddle of cum, you're reminded of how more comfortable it is than being frozen to sleep each night in your cryo chambers.

Your racing heartbeat slows down. The officer leaves the bed for a moment before coming back with a warm wet towel, wiping between your thighs and cleaning you out as you lay there.

He fixes your armour back on afterwards, pulling your now ruined underwear back up. Making you wear the mess you've made. Your pants follow after, then under armour padding and finally strapping the armour pieces back into place.

The screen monitor on your wrist flashes, an invitation request to join on a mission from a fellow helldiver.

You just laid down, but it seems the world can't give you a break. With no time to relish in the bliss that follows an orgasm, that luxury too must be sacrificed. Pressing the option to accept the mission, the coordinations get sent to the entire team as the destroyer prepares to make the jump across the galaxy.

The democracy officer extends his hand to you, and you hold on to it as you slowly get up from the bed. Taking the towel and wiping away any stains on your armour.

Your body pulses with soreness and aches in pain. You can't tell where the blood ended or cum started in the mess that is your cape, proudly showing off your helldiver status as captain on the back.

The democracy officer cups the side of your helmet to turn your head towards him. There's a look in his eyes that you can't place. It's too perfect of a poker face to make any details from.

He knows you can't feel it, and yet his hand caresses the side of your helmet with softness all the same.

Knitted brows above his glistening eyes as he attempts to meet your gaze behind the tinted window on your helmet. Searching for a pair of human eyes behind the endless dark void of the helmet.

Do you remember the colour of your own eyes? The destroyer doesn't have any mirrors.

Is he looking at you with pity, or is it pride? These days, you can't tell these two emotions apart, be it in yourself or others.

He tilts his face closer to yours, eyes fluttering shut. time slows down, and you could count the wrinkles on his hardened skin. Just what kind of life did he lead? What is the price for surviving this far? What is the cost of keeping one's life during a war? Did he pay for it with his sanity or heart?

Chapped lips press against the cold metal of your helmet, a small kiss. tender and fragile like a single snowflake amidst a hail storm. No one will bear witness to it, and yet it's beautiful for having existed at all.

It's over, just like that. Barely having lasted a second. A vulnerable show of intimacy.

“You did well.” There's more he wants to say, more questions he wants to ask, more time he wants to spend holding you. Give you a proper bath and bury you in his chest as he works out all the knots in your muscles. But it's clear he can't, not without repercussions, not with his position as your inferior.

Especially not with the camera watching.

And so he steps to the side, waiting for you to finish before leaving with you. His uniform was as pristine as ever, except for the few wrinkles standing out where he held you against his body. Still, he looked more put together than your dishevelled state. Thankfully your crew have never been anything less than professional no matter what state you showed up in.

He speaks one last time, the same reassuring hand going under your cape to pat your shoulder lightly “I'll take care of the paperwork. The galaxy needs you to save it, helldiver.”

You're reminded of each time a fellow helldiver waited for you to reach the shuttle before boarding, each time one hugged you after a successful mission, tight enough to almost lift you off the ground as they laughed from the sheer joy of being alive.

Each time someone watched your flank for you, fistbumped you after an especially difficult fight. The weight of their heavy helmets on your shoulder during the evacuation take off, stealing some seconds of rest and dozing off cuddling to your side.

A stranger behind a mask, holding your hand and reassuring you that everything is going to be fine, knowing that making it out alive is nothing more than optional bonuses in all of your assignments.

His touch doesn't linger, and the world becomes colder after it's gone. Like someone turned off the sun, a familiar freezing numbness barrows in the hollows of your heart, urging you to forget the sweetness of Eve's apple and move on.

“Thank you.” Is all you manage to reply before the announcement chimes, requesting all helldivers to report to the hell pods. A timer starts counting down from 30 seconds on your wrist monitor.

Walking ahead of your democracy officer, your cape trails behind in a show of authority. Another Helldiver is off to save the galaxy and defend super Earth.

#☆otherfandoms #☆helldivers 2 #☆smut #helldivers 2 smut #helldivers 2 x reader #democracy officer x reader #democracy officer x helldiver #gn reader #gn helldiver #helldivers x reader

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leafydinosaur · 9 months ago

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thomas vs teresa

i will never EVER understand why people side with teresa. "but her mom died-" yeah and like everyone else on earth during that time. every single person during the flare lost someone so idk why people feel bad for her (also before people say anything about her before wicked and her true story and stuff, i read all the books including fever code and kill order so i know everything about her story, thanks.) yeah okay her story is sad but that doesn't mean she's necessarily good. i understand that she's trying to do the "right" thing, and i respect that, but she's literally stupid. wicked's operation is stupid. anyone with more than two brain cells can understand that. instead of spending like a billion dollars on trying to find a cure, wicked should focus on protecting the immune kids instead of torturing and killing them. firstly, wicked found a cure like 15 years too late. basically everyone was dead by then. but let's say that wicked found a cure in the few months of the flare. how would it be transmitted? the flare was artificially made, transmitted by bullets. there would not be enough of the cure for all of the infected. the cure cannot be artificially created (this is stated in scorch trials book and movie) thomas is the only person who can make the cure, but his body cannot produce blood fast enough for everyone on the planet. by this time, wicked should've already realized that finding a cure was a lost cause and should try to save as many immune people as possible. instead of building a multi-million dollar death maze, they should've started creating a safe haven (like the one in the end of death cure.) fortunately, ava paige and jansen aren't complete boneheads, but they built the last city in a very very bad location. you could assume that with the modern technology that wicked has (considering the fact that they literally created teleportation) they would be able to start a new civilization on mars or something. but let's say they couldn't. instead of having the location of the last city public, it should've been built on an island, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. (to prevent angry raiders that aren't immune or newly infected to raiding it or something. kinda like in death cure how they infiltrated the city and everything went to crap.) this would be a temporary location. wicked could send out an army to clear out, for example, iceland or another small country and slowly build their way up to bigger countries. they could build more and more bases and soon enough people would reproduce. the stronger wicked gets, the more cranks they'll be able to clear out with bigger armies. within 10 to 15 years, the world would be mostly clean and wicked would be able to slowly rebuild humanity. there you go. i just solved all of wicked's problems (your welcome ava and jansen, you could repay me with newt's number iykwim.) anyways, this is why i think wicked is stupid and why i don't support teresa (because she supports wicked and also she's the reason why a bunch of people died in the right arm and got newt killed so...) people are allowed to support and like whatever character but in MY opinion, teresa is really stupid or really selfish to sacrifice an entire group of people AND betray her friends to create a cure that will do absolutely nothing.

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure

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toxycodone · 2 months ago

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Homelander x oc stuff *twirls hair*

for context:

Cam is my OC. He’s trans masc. his powers let his cells infiltrate others bodies and assimilate them (effectively killing them). But Vought labs figured out his cells can also be used to assist others (basically they’d operate as extra white blood cells and buff immune systems to people he cares abt)

this is during the “Vought goes conservative” arc. So they’re making Cam pretend to be a girl to the public and not be trans publically anymore.

cw. Homelander being an asshole, gender dysphoria, angst.

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The dress is nice. Form fitting. There’s even a cute bow around the waist.

It’s disgusting.

Cam gives a once over in the mirror, grimacing as he looks at his reflection. Now, he’s always been a fan of cute clothes and fashion. But this is…

“Nice, isn’t it?” That usually familiar feeling of a gloved hand on his shoulder is almost foreign now. “you look cute. Really pretty.”

His shoulders tense at Homelander’s voice. The malice behind it palpable. Just a simple article of clothing represents control akin to a dog’s collar. The boy’s leashed to Homelander’s desires and ideals.

“I could kill you right now.”

No real emotion is behind the sentence. Cam states it merely as a fact. He can’t exactly say no to this predicament, but he’s allowed the grace of voicing his discontent.

Homelander isn’t phased. The blonde turns Cam around, leering at him with interest.

“Why don’t you do it, then?”Homelander challenges the young Supe, raising a brow.

“You could infect me right now. Kill me. Stop all this madness.“

Cam’s unable to form a response. Homelander knows the extent of his powers, just how destructive they can be. The aging Supe before him could be made quick work by his powers. A threat from him is nothing to take lightly.

“You know, I’ve noticed you hanging around the lab more often. I thought you hated that place.”

The blonde moves to the pile of clothes on the bed, perusing the frills and rosy hues to select another piece to weigh heavy on Cam’s conscious.

“Then I pieced it together. There’s a reason you’re going down there. You made a friend, huh?”

Cam grips the fabric of his dress. Homelander just smirks.

“I read their files on you. Interesting stuff. Turns out you’re not a total monster. Your powers can be used for good. To help people.”

Homelander settles on a denim skirt. If his thoughts weren’t on a more pressing matter at the moment, Cam would be throwing a fit about the length—or lack thereof.

The Supe turns back to him now. A terrifying grin settles on his on face.

“So you can take the chance if you want. You either kill me.” He shrugs, circling his prey. “Or you’ll know for a fact that you can’t deny my influence, even on a microscopic level, that you’ll obey me.”

Cam grits his teeth. He wants to scream. Turn everyone in this place and turn them into bloody, mangled monsters. But knowing Homelander could rise from the ashes makes the idea a lost cause.

“I think you already know the outcome.”

It didn’t have to be said. But Homelander does it anyway to add salt to the wound. Fuel his own ego.

The skirt’s thrust against Cam’s chest now with enough force to knock him off kilter.

“Strip.”

#Homelander

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thecreaturecodex · 1 year ago

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Protean, Heputwisa

"King of Spades" © deviantArt user RayEtherna, accessed at her gallery here

[More proteans! I went for the mammalian design for this protean as an homage to D&D's arcanaloths, especially the Planescape depiction of them as hyper-competent conspiracy masterminds. To go with that theme, I gave it a number of SLAs drawn from Ultimate Intrigue, which is a book I haven't used much. As a reminder, all of my proteans have names that are anagrams for people who are thematically linked to their purview. See if you can figure it out! There's also a reference to an upcoming protean lord I'm working on, although it might be a while before that comes to fruition.]

Protean, Heputwisa CR 18 CN Outsider (extraplanar) This creature looks like an unusual combination of canine and serpentine forms. Its head is like that of an exaggerated jackal, with a long muzzle and pointed ears. A mane of hair grows along its neck and shoulders, which is accentuated by jagged spines. Similar spines grow from the wrists above its clawed hands, and along its long serpentine lower body.

A heputwisa is a powerful protean that embodies conspiracies and lies. They craft and cultivate rumors, spreading them from person to person and watching them mutate and take a life of their own. Few heputwisa are content with a single conspiracy at once, and they often stoke multiple false beliefs at once, some of which are at odds with each other. Some create their own conspiracies more directly, forming cells of rebels that plot against the status quo, or infiltrating a lawful organization to disrupt it and stymie its efforts. Some heputwisas are content to merely create criminal networks or incite revolutions, whereas others seek nothing less than the breakdown of consensus reality.

Heputwisas usually enter combat in disguise, taking the shape of another as an apparent betrayal. Their combats are often as much for show as they are to inflict physical damage, and they may flee after a couple of rounds if they feel they have made their point. The bite of a heputwisa causes its victims’ bodies to revolt against themselves, suffering warpwave after warpwave. Perhaps most dangerous is their ability to disrupt teamwork with their sheer presence. A heputwisa might float over an army squadron invisibly, causing their tactics to fall apart without lifting a finger.

Heputwisas are among the most solitary of the proteans, as they typically view others of their own kind as rivals. Two heputwisas in the same area will usually devote their energy and resources to uncovering the other’s conspiracies, which results in escalation and frequently violence. Only the presence of a protean lord can cause heputwisas to work together, and even then usually at some distance, each contributing to part of a greater conspiracy. The protean lord Etna is one of the greatest patrons of heputwisas, and at least a half dozen of these proteans are sewing seeds of dissent to achieve her ultimate, ambitious goal of regime change in Hell.

Heputwisa CR 18 XP 153,600 CN Large outsider (chaos, extraplanar, protean) Init +10; Senses blindsight 60 ft., darkvision 60 ft., Perception +29 Aura betrayal (30 ft., Will DC 29), cloak of chaos (DC 25)

Defense AC 33, touch 20, flat-footed 26 (-1 size, +6 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 deflection, +13 natural) hp 312 (25d10+175) Fort +21, Ref +24, Will +23; +8 vs. mind-influencing DR 15/lawful; Immune acid, divination; Resist electricity 10, sonic 10; SR 29 Defensive Abilities amorphous anatomy, freedom of movement, mind blank

Offense Speed 30 ft., fly 90 ft. (perfect) Melee bite +33 (2d6+9 plus lingering warpwave), 2 claws +33 (1d8+9), tail slap +31 (2d8+4 plus grab) or touch +33 (ego whip) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks constrict (4d8+9), ego whip, sneak attack +3d6 Spell-like Abilities CL 20th, concentration +27 Constant—cloak of chaos (self only, DC 25), mind blank, tongues At will—aura alteration, compulsive liar (DC 19), greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs only), invisibility, paranoia (DC 19), rumormonger (DC 19), suggestion (DC 20) 3/day—confusion (DC 21), deceitful veneer (DC 21), quickened glibness, quickened greater dispel magic, modify memory (DC 22), they know (DC 21) 1/day—crime wave (DC 24), demand (DC 25), mislead (DC 23), pox of rumors (DC 25), word of chaos (DC 24)

Statistics Str 29, Dex 23, Con 24, Int 24, Wis20, Cha 25 Base Atk +25; CMB +35 (+39 grapple); CMD 46 (cannot be tripped) Feats Combat Expertise, Deceitful, Dodge, Great Fortitude, Greater Vital Strike, Improved Feint, Improved Vital Strike, Improved Initiative, Multiattack, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (glibness, greater dispel magic), Vital Strike Skills Appraise +28, Bluff +35, Diplomacy +31, Disguise +35 (+55 to resemble a specific person), Fly +22, Intimidate +31, Knowledge (history, planes) +31, Knowledge (arcana, local, nobility) +28, Perception +29, Sense Motive +29, Spellcraft +28, Stealth +26, Use Magic Device +28 Languages Abyssal,Common, Protean, tongues SQ change shape (greater polymorph), perfect copy

Ecology Environment any land or urban (Maelstrom) Organization solitary Treasure standard

Special Abilities Aura of Betrayal (Su) All creatures within 30 feet of a heputwisa must succeed a DC 29 Will save or become filled with dissension. Creatures that fail their saves are no longer treated as allies to other creatures and can't provide flanking, use or benefit from teamwork feats or aid another actions, or allow other creatures to move through their space. Any spell or effect that requires a willing target fails if used on an affected creature, and even harmless effects require an attack roll (if applicable) and require affected creatures to attempt a saving throw to resist their effects (if a save is allowed). In addition, if a creature casts a beneficial spell or uses a beneficial supernatural ability (such as channel energy) while in the area of the aura of betrayal, it must succeed a DC 29 Will save or include the heputwisa in the effect. This is a mind-influencing effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Change Shape (Su) A heputwisa can change shape at will, but does not gain the healing benefit as is usual for a protean. Constrict (Ex) A heputwisa’s constriction deals bludgeoning and piercing damage. Ego Whip (Su) The touch of a heputwisa inflicts severe doubt. A creature touched by a heputwisa is affected by an ego whip IV spell (CL 25th, Will DC 29). A heputwisa can inflict this penalty along with one of its melee attacks as a swift action. Lingering Warpwave (Su) A creature bitten by a heputwisa must succeed a DC 29 Fortitude save or be affected by a warpwave. Each round, it must attempt another DC Fortitude save—if it fails, it is affected by a warpwave again until it succeeds a save to end the effect. A dispel chaos or similar effect removes a lingering warpwave. The save DC is Constitution based. Perfect Copy (Ex) A heputwisa can masquerade as a specific individual using its change shape ability, gaining a +20 to all Disguise checks to appear as that individual.

#pathfinder 1e #protean #heputwisa #conspiracy theories

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helloiamadrawer · 14 days ago

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ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ! ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴛ ʜᴄꜱ (sfw & nsfw)

SFW

He's such a softie for you but yk he sure ain't showing it in front of his squad (totally shows you off anyway because a certain neutrophil has one and now he thinks it's like a competition lol)

Hugs from him are always the best and most secure because have you seen his arms?? You would give anything to be suffocated by those biceps and not to mention his scent, always smells like he hopped fresh out the shower (mans showers 2 times maybe 3 times daily cause of the consistent training, even maybe melting off some stress from yelling at all those naive t cells)

Kisses from Killer vary, if he has to go and infiltrate on a mission it'll be short and sweet, if he's cooped up in his office/dorm alone, long and lingering. If he's feeling rough with you he'll push the limit a bit and shove his tongue down your throat

If you two go out together in public his hand will either be around your waist or interlaced with your hand, he's just silently letting everyone know that you belong to one of the strongest immune cells in the body (in his sense that is)

Dates could be just dining at the Peyer's Patch, having a good time in general:)

NSFW (under cut)

Killer T= a menace in the bedroom when it comes to you.

One time he snuck up on you trying on his black button up shirt and somehow the way it flowed over most of your figure is what made him want to fuck you with it on...and off too.

Has stamina like an animal, could probably fuck you senseless through half the night until you pass out (he will definitely get you through it, promise :) )

There are times when he just wants to wake you up with some nice, sensual morning oral and nothing else, just wants to taste you and nothing but you. His amber eyes are darkened with lust as he eats out your slutty hole, not even caring if it takes all day for you to cum on his face.

At least if t makes you feel good, that's all that matters to him.

Speaking of menace, growling during the act and it only gets louder when he's close to his high.

Not to mention, his big and skillful hands don't do just exterminating viruses...

Bruising your hips with ease as he plows his cock into your sopping cunt, admiring your fucked out expression on your face he likes so much.

Or choking you...

Or forcing your head down, his fingers tangled in locks of your beautiful hair as your mouth goes to work, gagging on his thick cock

"This is what you got yourself into, not me baby~..Beg. Beg for me to fuck up your insides~"

#killer t cell #x reader #caw headcanons #killer t x reader #cells at work #hataraku saibou #hataraku saibō

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Lady Delphine

Overview

Name: Selike, (real name unknown), currently assuming the identity of Lady Delphine

Nickname(s) :

Current Alias: Lady Delphine

Title(s) : High Priestess of the Order of the Phoenix, Lady

Species: Homo Primus

Birthday: unknown

Ethnicity: southern European

Affiliation : the Order of the Phoenix

Base of Operations: Kringala Hemsins

Appearance and physical features

Appearance :

Lady Delphine appears to be a tall woman of regular stature with dark brown hair down to her waist and dark brown eyes. Physically, Lady Delphine appears to be a regular woman, except she hasn't aged a single day since the day she died.

Unusual features:

Perhaps the most unusual feature of Selike is that he has no features - his true form is just a pool of black goo with no limbs, appendages, or face. Over the years, his physical body has deteriorated beyond repair, and thus, Selike always maintains the outward appearance of one of his victims, at the time when he consumes them - currently, it's Lady Delphine.

Powers and Abilities

Personality

Selike has no personality of his own - he is solely motivated to be immortal and will do anything to achieve this goal and destroy anyone who tries to stop him in achieving it.

Lady Delphine herself was a powerful telepath who also exhibited telekinetic abilities. As one of the victims of Selike, he has also been able to adopt these abilities and use them himself. It's through these abilities that he was able to shroud himself and insulate himself, despite infiltrating and manupilating the Order to fulfill his own agenda.

Selike himself is a powerful shapeshifter who has the ability to molecularly shift the formation of his biological cells at will to change his appearance and thereby assume the form of other humans, mutants, and animals. Selike is able to do this by "consuming" his victims, thereby absorbing their entire organic matter, memories and consciousness, and abilities into his own being. Once absorbed, Selike can call on these victims at any point, physically shape-shifting into their form and utilizing their abilities as his own. Some of the absorbed abilities include:

DNA duplication, spontaneous cell regeneration, Intangibility, cosmic fire and infernal control, immunity to magic and mimicry, premonition, mind and body exchange, Mind Control, Soul gathering, Dematerialization, telepathy, telekinesis, and flight. Because of this, Selike is one of the most dangerous mutants to walk the earth.

Relationships

History

It's unclear how old selike truly is or where selike's origins are from. Based on the degeneration of his true physical form, it's believed that possibility could have been one of the earliest mutants to exist on Earth.

Despite this, Selike is not immortal. Selike hunte his victims in order to continue to live and extend his own life, using his victims as fuel. It can be assumed that he has been hunting for centuries, even before Lady Delphine.

Selike met and consumed Lady Delphine in 1370, in a church somewhere in the Sicilian countryside. Lady Delphine herself had been a mutant with powerful telepathic and telekinetic abilities and was a part of a group of mutants who called themselves the Order of the Phoenix, believing that an ancient cosmic entity named the Phoenix manifested itself as a Viking Queen called Rhiannon and bestowed on those whom she favored. They also believed the abilities of the Phoenix were beyond normal mutant abilities- they believed that the next manifestation of the Phoenix would restore balance and order in the world, as Queen Rhiannon did during her time.

The Order mandated themselves with identifying the next manifestation of the Phoenix - this entailed categorizing and cataloging all mutant activity to identify potential manifestations. Once a manifestation was identified, they would "validate" by placing the unsuspecting mutant under strenuous conditions, often resulting in their death - if a manifestation revived themselves beyond this, that would confirm to the Order that they wrote the true manifestation of the Phoenix.

Selike quickly realized that the Order provided him with the perfect opportunity to hunt. In fact, they hunted for him - they identified the mutants, and he consumed them with the Order believing that there had been no true manifestation of the Phoenix since Queen Rhiannon, which of course, was true.

Over the centuries, Selike managed to hunt thousands of mutants through the Order, amassing their memories and abilities within his being.

In 2000, something finally changed. A scout of the Order confirmed the appearance of an infant Rosaria that seemingly appeared out of thin air. This infant had not been born in any medical facility, nor had it been sighted with any adult. Seemingly out of thin air, the infant appeared on the steps of an orphanage wrapped in a yellow blanket in the middle of a December night, absolutely unbothered by the snow and the cold. The infant was discovered the next morning by a Catholic nun who rushed to take the infant Rosaria inside the orphanage. A month later, Rosaria was adopted by the Huntingtons.

The scout kept close tabs on Rosaria and the Huntingtons, reporting back to Lady Delphine and the Order, until they finally lost her in 2014 due to an unexplainable lapse in time and memory seemingly.

Rosaria was finally identified again by the Order through increasingly powerful bursts of telepathic energy around 2018. By then, given the sheer strength of Rosaria's abilities, it was all but confirmed that she was the manifestation of the phoenix the Order had been searching for.

Moreover, the Order felt that the Xavier Academy and Professor X would not be able to help navigate and guide channeling the phoenix as well as they would. And thus, the plan was developed. The Order convinced high-ranking officials in the United States government of the threat of Xavier Academy and it's students, arguing that it would be better to neutralize the students and Professor X's growing "army of mutants " before it was too late. Lady Delphine of course was instrumental in this as she hunted a high ranking official, assumed his identity, and gave the order go invade the Academy. In conjunction to this, Lady Delphine in her assumed identity was also a part of the invasion as one of the soldiers and helped subdue Rosaria, placing her in a telepathic-induced Coma to allow the Order to transport her back go Kringala Hemsins.

At Kringala Hemsins, Rosaria was watched closely. Still in a telepathic-induced coma, her organic functions were suspended one by one , temporarily rendering her dead. Meanwhile, Selike, assuming the identity of Lady Delphine once more, was convinced of Rosaria being the manifestation of the Phoenix. Even when she was dead, Selike found that Rosaria's mind was still very much alive - he was unable to overwhelm it.

Eventually, Rosaria would channel the Phoenix and revive herself in 2022, breaking through the telepathic-induced coma. By then, selike knew that Rosaria was far too strong for him to consume. Thus, he resumed the hunt, now turning and hunting members within the Order itself to try to gain enough power to rival and overwhelm Rosaria in order to consume her. After all, the Phoenix could not be consumed in its natural state - it had to be done in its physical manifestation as Rosaria.

Selike felt one of the ways to deliberately weaken Rosaria was by isolating her , leading to a deteriorating mental state. He had hoped that she would eventually come to trust the Order and Lady Delphine enough to let down her guard and by doing so, he'd be able to consume her.

Of course, this didn't work out quite as Selike had hoped as Rosaria asked for her brother, James Huntington to be brought to Kringala Hemsins. After James arrival, it became clear to everyone that James was the only person she trusted. Selike had decided by then that the way to manupilate Rosaria then was through James - to ultimately consume him and assume his identity.

Selike had his opportunity in 2028, where James' controversial speech left him once again in the spotlight. Hoping to manupilate the Order against James, Selike assuming the identity of Lady Delphine, attempted to "neutralize" him by covertly consuming him. Only, Selike was stopped by Rosaria, who had negated a few members of the Order in the process as well.

Not wanting his own identity as Selike to be exposed, Selike assuming the identity of Lady Delphine, stood down and left James alone, hoping to recalibrate and identity another way to get Rosaria to drop her guard down enough for him to consume her. After all, after Selike consumes the Phoenix, he'd assume it's immortality to.

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#terra xtant #anna oc : lady Delphine #anna oc : selike

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macbeth-n-cheese · 2 years ago

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Glowing Ones: Why and How

They look beautiful, don't they?

Lonely beacons of light in the darkness of the wasteland, those radiant guys were difficult to break down.

In definition, glowing ones —or "luminous necrotic post-humans" as the wiki states, despite them not being necrotic whatsoever— are said to be "ghouls who have absorbed so much radiation that they emit a strong, green glow," and I could've taken the easy approach and agreed, but then I continued reading the wiki, and they presented me with this:

"The distinctive luminescence that is the trademark of the glowing one can be best attributed to an unusually high amount of radioactive material that builds up in the bloodstream and muscle tissue of a typical ghoul. Sometimes, upon the transformation into a feral ghoul, the neurological systems of the body cease filtering these particles from the blood and tissue, instead of causing them to build a distinctive bio-luminescence that is a characteristic of the glowing ones. In daylight, they simply appear to be incredibly pale feral ghouls, but in the darkness, they glow with a vivid yellow-green hue, their opaque skeletons clearly visible as in an x-ray."

...And I felt like I had to intervene.

Disclaimer: I get the green glow allegory for radioactive stuff, and I know making those ghouls glow was a design choice more than anything, but I like speculating and applying medical knowledge to daily life. I could also be wrong in my assumptions, and am always happy to be corrected when needed.

First of all, it's really not the "neurological system" (nervous system, I assume, because there's no such thing as neurological system) that "filters the blood and tissue" :") it's the organs from our immune system, like the spleen, lymph nodes and other glands. And as for the "radioactive material build-up," if there were solid radioactive particles in your blood stream I think you'd have to have injected them with a needle lol, because simple exposure to radiation wouldn't cause solid particles to infiltrate the human body.

Radiation damage to tissue is caused by, wait for it, the radiation in itself, the invisible waves that are emitted by a solid like radium or uranium (or graphite...). Fabrics, rough cement and some types of wood catch a lot of particles because of their structure, and they 'become radioactive' because of that, but our skin is not as favourable to this and taking a good shower would be enough to decontaminate us in some cases.

(chunk of radioactive material^)

If a person has breathed in a significant amount of radioactive dust (the literal meaning of fallout), however, then there would be deposits of said dust inside the lungs, and the radiation emitted from it would destroy the nearby tissue. Also, if a bomb fell somewhat close to you and you survived, chances are you're completely peppered by radioactive shrapnel, so...

Now that that's dealt with, let's move on!

The first thing that comes to mind when considering their glow, besides cartoony radioactivity, is bioluminescence. This is a living being's ability to emit light, and it is present in many species of algae, bacteria, sea creatures and even insects like fireflies and other beetles. It's the result of the activity of a very specific enzyme, and knowledge surrounding it is complicated, so for convenience's sake I'll say it's a product of a cell's metabolism, that can be triggered by specific circumstances.

(Look up Aequorea victoria, aka crystal jellyfish, they're very pretty)

Nowadays, some species of bacteria have been found to thrive in radioactive environments, processing substances and essentially using radiation as fuel. This has huge potential in leak-prevention and management of disaster sites like Chernobyl and Fukushima.

Imagine now, if you will, that there exists a type of bacteria in the Fallout universe that feeds off of radiation and responds with bioluminescence, shining constantly as long as there's a stable source of fuel for them. This would pretty much explain the glowing as a biofilm (visible bacterial colonies that stick to stuff, plaque on teeth for example) of that specific bacteria feeding off of radiation, with the shinier patches being a thicker film that grew above radioactive material deposits, or just areas in the body with higher radiation. This material could be a piece of shrapnel from the bombs, a chunk of uranium, or any other solid and long-lasting irradiated thing that got lodged into the ghoul's body.

The relationship between the ghoul and the bacteria in this case would be symbiotic (cooperation of organisms from different species that can't survive when separated) to a point or even just mutualistic (cooperation of organisms from different species that can survive when separated), because they continue glowing even after the ghoul's death. For those ghouls to be as long-living while glowing all the way, though, this bacteria's feeding process would have to be extremely slow, so that could be tied to this.

Tldr: glowing ones have radiation-eating, bioluminescent bacteria infestations as an added bonus to their ghoulishness.

And that settles it : ) hope ya liked it!

(P.S.: I have some other posts in this same vibe, in case you're interested ^^)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout ghoul #jason bright #fallout headcanons #my weird rambling #fallout new vegas #bloody neurological system

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cbirt · 2 years ago

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Most SARS-CoV-2 patients experience anosmia, or a loss of smell, which can linger for months after recovery. According to olfactory epithelium samples taken from 24 biopsies, T cell-mediated inflammation continues in the olfactory epithelium even after SARS-CoV-2 has been removed from the tissue, indicating a mechanism for long-term post-COVID-19 smell loss.

The severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 is thought to harm the olfactory epithelium, a specialized tissue involved in smell sense that runs along the top of the nasal cavity (SARS-CoV-2). The olfactory epithelium comprises three key components: odor-detecting olfactory receptor cells, a sustentacular cell layer for support, and basal stem cells that replenish the cells continually.

#bioinformatics #covid 19 #sarscov2 #smell loss #ngs #rnaseq #sciencenews

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hey do you have any letto x thrax relationship headcanons

First of all, I love you and thank you for sending me this ask, it makes me so happy and it made my day.

🦠 Letto has eating habits that can best described as "sloppy, awful, wet creature takes huge chunks out of whatever sloppy meal he has under his nose". Kind of like this:

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Thrax dies a little on the inside whenever he hears Letto's humid chewing noises, but keeps throwing things at his face to see him catch them with his mouth tentacle parts. It's hot.

🦠 Thrax's body is hot and dry while Letto's is cold and clammy. Together, they make that tea you've forgotten about on your desk. Also, Letto is rather sticky so Thrax often has to un-glue himself from him after they wake up. Imagine a texture like that gluey resin from Alien.

🦠 Letto glows in the dark and it made it hard at first for Thrax to fall asleep next to him because of that. For their first nights together, he kept most of Letto wrapped around in a blanket cocoon to offset him sleeping with a night light right in his face. He got used to it, afterwards.

🦠 When relaxed, Letto unravels most of his body, making himself loosely resemble those pizza eels from above. Thrax can literally sink into a bundle of Letto... which leads us to...

🦠 Tentacles.

🦠 Thrax talks in his sleep, usually muttering about how one thing or another "pisses him off" while Letto hisses and makes clicking, grinding noises with his teeth.

🦠 Letto mostly eats small germs raw (sometimes still alive) while he does his job at micro fauna control in the mouth. Thrax, mildly appalled, offered to cook for him and it's how they first bonded over.

🦠 Letto's living condition is a bit rickety as he lives in a disused building down by the saliva docks. It has the advantage of being free and right next to his workplace while being rather messy and uncomfortable. Over time, Letto turns it into a home, but until then, Thrax has asked Letto to live with him whenever he can in his small apartment located close to the brain.

🦠 Both Thrax and Letto are germs that have been artificially created in a lab with horrible safety regulations and so they have gotten out. Thrax appears to be airborne while Letto is waterborne.

🦠 In his time living in Frank's body, Thrax has been having trouble with finding familiarity while Letto, with finding purpose. They both failed at being bio-weapons.

🦠 Thrax is afraid of leaving Ozzy unattended with Letto in the same room. Last time he did, he returned and found Ozzy holding onto his cartoon-style inflamed hand while Letto explained he lost at the game of "how-fast-you-can-yank-your-hand-out-of-the-crocodile's-mouth-before-you-lose-it".

I have some more ramblings down below to give context to how they met!

🦠 Letto infected Frank during another hiking trip after the movie's events. The latter found it safe and reasonable to take a quick dip in a dirty-looking lake (but the water was so warm and pleasant!). Letto was accompanied by other germs like him and remained undetected in the nose's snot reservoirs until he killed and ate them all himself. Spore's-cell-level-style but more disgusting.

🦠 Afterwards, Letto had no real goal, but to cause chaos (and mischief) until he got bored so stomach flu symptoms were the way to go. By that time Immunity had caught wind that they have an intruder and have started looking for him. Ozzy, Drix and Thrax, who survived the movie's event and was dragged along to atone for his sins, were doing their own independent investigation.

🦠 Letto can separate himself into small "worms" and infiltrate cell bodies to control them over a limited distance. He hijacked cells in the stomach and brain, forcing them to turn Frank's digestive system upside down.

🦠 He was found out and cornered by Immunity, but evaded them until cornered again by Thrax, who got isolated from the group in the chaos. Letto figured he looked familiar and inquired why is a virus playing nice with the rest of the body. Thrax ignored the question and attempted at holding down the other germ. They wrestled until Letto almost killed Thrax by accident, subsequently regretted it and saved his life. Thrax took it as a chance at finally restraining the obnoxious fiend.

🦠 While Letto was imprisoned and awaited digestion, Thrax felt a pang of guilt and visited Letto for what was meant to be one last time. The latter wondered again how come he was behind bars while the former strolled around, free. Thrax admitted that, through luck and a series of effort both on his part and Ozzy and Leah's, he was allowed to stay by being allowed into the Virus Protection Program. Letto wondered dejectedly if there was any place in there left for him, too. Thrax made no promises.

🦠 Just as Letto was about to completely lose the notion of time and go feral from anticipating his death, he was let out. With a lot of dull formalities and some invasive procedures finished, Letto was the latest addition to the City of Frank's Virus Protection Program. Much like Thrax, he was equipped with a tracker to keep a close eye on. Additionally, said tracker prevents him from splitting into worm fragments, something which greatly annoyed Letto. He found work in the mouth by hunting down unruly germs in the saliva pools and was allowed to have residence in an old building there used for boat repair and other equipment.

#commentary #osmosis jones fan character #letto x thrax #letto #oc #original character #canon x oc #oc x canon #oc x canon shipping #asks #this made me want to play spore again

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Pneumonia In Children And Adults

Introduction

Pneumonia stands as a prevalent respiratory infection, exerting a significant burden on global public health. Its impact extends beyond mere morbidity, contributing to substantial healthcare costs and socioeconomic consequences. This discussion aims to elucidate the general nature of pneumonia, encompassing its pathophysiology, clinical presentation, diagnostic modalities, treatment strategies, complications, and preventive measures. By indulging into these factors, we aim to provide a better understanding of pneumonia’s complexity and underscore the importance of timely recognition and management.

Pathophysiology

Pneumonia ensues from the infiltration of infectious agents, including bacteria, viruses, fungi, and less commonly, parasites, into the lower respiratory tract. Upon inhalation or aspiration of these pathogens, they gain access to the alveoli, where they incite an inflammatory response. This inflammatory cascade triggers the release of pro-inflammatory cytokines and chemokines, recruiting immune cells to the site of infection. Neutrophils, macrophages, and lymphocytes converge to eradicate the invading pathogens, leading to the characteristic consolidation and exudate formation within the affected lung tissue. As the infection progresses, alveolar edema, impaired gas exchange, and parenchymal damage ensue, culminating in the clinical manifestations of pneumonia.

Clinical Presentation

The clinical presentation of pneumonia encompasses a spectrum of symptoms, ranging from mild respiratory complaints to life-threatening respiratory failure. Common symptoms include cough, productive sputum production, fever, chills, pleuritic chest pain, dyspnea, tachypnea, and systemic manifestations such as malaise and fatigue. The severity of symptoms varies depending on factors such as the underlying pathogen, the extent of lung involvement, the host’s immune status, and comorbidities. In pediatric populations, pneumonia may present with nonspecific symptoms such as feeding difficulties, lethargy, and irritability, posing diagnostic challenges. Conversely, elderly individuals may exhibit atypical presentations characterized by confusion, hypothermia, and exacerbations of underlying chronic conditions.

Diagnostic Modalities

The diagnosis of pneumonia hinges on a comprehensive clinical assessment, augmented by various diagnostic modalities to confirm the presence of pulmonary infection and reveal its etiology. A thorough history and physical examination provide invaluable insights into the patient’s symptomatology, risk factors, and clinical trajectory. Symptomatic findings such as crackles, wheezes, and diminished breath sounds may aid in localizing the site of infection and assessing disease severity. Radiographic imaging, notably chest X-rays and computed tomography (CT) scans, serves as the cornerstone of pneumonia diagnosis, revealing characteristic radiographic findings such as airspace opacities, lobar consolidation, and interstitial infiltrates. Laboratory investigations, including complete blood count (CBC), C-reactive protein (CRP), and procalcitonin levels, may corroborate the clinical suspicion of pneumonia and guide therapeutic decisions. Additionally, microbiological testing of respiratory specimens through techniques such as sputum culture, blood cultures, and polymerase chain reaction (PCR) assays facilitates pathogen identification and antimicrobial susceptibility testing, thereby informing targeted therapy.

Treatment Strategies

The management of pneumonia hinges on prompt initiation of empiric antimicrobial therapy tailored to the likely causative pathogen(s) and disease severity. Antibiotics represent the mainstay of treatment for bacterial pneumonia, with the choice of agent dictated by factors such as local antimicrobial resistance patterns, patient age, comorbidities, and recent antibiotic exposure. Commonly prescribed antibiotics include beta-lactam agents (e.g., penicillins, cephalosporins), macrolides, fluoroquinolones, and combination regimens for severe or healthcare-associated infections. Conversely, viral pneumonia necessitates supportive care measures, given the limited efficacy of antiviral agents in most cases. Influenza-associated pneumonia may benefit from neuraminidase inhibitors such as oseltamivir, while respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) pneumonia may warrant ribavirin therapy in select cases. Adjunctive therapies such as oxygen supplementation, bronchodilators, and corticosteroids may mitigate respiratory distress and improve clinical outcomes, particularly in severe or hypoxemic patients. The duration of antimicrobial therapy varies depending on factors such as the causative pathogen, clinical response, radiographic resolution, and the presence of complications. Close monitoring of clinical parameters and serial imaging studies guide the decision-making process, enabling clinicians to tailor therapy to individual patient needs.

Complications

Pneumonia harbors the potential for various complications, ranging from mild to life-threatening sequelae, necessitating vigilant monitoring and timely intervention. Common complications include pleural effusion, empyema, lung abscess, respiratory failure, septic shock, and acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS). Pleural effusion denotes the accumulation of fluid within the pleural space, secondary to inflammation or impaired lymphatic drainage, manifesting as dyspnea, pleuritic chest pain, and dullness to percussion on physical examination. Empyema represents a purulent collection within the pleural cavity, often complicating bacterial pneumonia and necessitating drainage via thoracentesis or chest tube placement. Lung abscesses manifest as circumscribed cavities containing necrotic debris and pus within the lung parenchyma, triggered by persistent fever, productive cough, and hemoptysis. Respiratory failure ensues from impaired gas exchange and alveolar hypoventilation, caused by worsening hypoxemia, hypercapnia, and respiratory acidosis, necessitating mechanical ventilation and intensive care support. Septic shock represents a life-threatening complication of severe pneumonia, characterized by systemic inflammatory response syndrome (SIRS) and end-organ dysfunction, requiring aggressive fluid resuscitation, vasopressor therapy, and broad-spectrum antibiotics. ARDS denotes a severe form of acute lung injury, characterized by diffuse alveolar damage, refractory hypoxemia, and bilateral infiltrates on chest imaging, necessitating lung-protective ventilation and supportive care in the intensive care unit (ICU). The occurrence of complications portends a poor prognosis and underscores the need for early recognition and intervention to mitigate adverse outcomes.

Preventive Measures

Preventing pneumonia entails a broad approach encompassing vaccination, infection control measures, and health promotion strategies aimed at reducing the risk of respiratory infections and their sequelae. Vaccination stands as a cornerstone of pneumonia prevention, targeting common bacterial and viral pathogens implicated in pneumonia pathogenesis. Vaccines such as the pneumococcal conjugate vaccine (PCV13) and pneumococcal polysaccharide vaccine (PPSV23) confer protection against Streptococcus pneumoniae, the leading bacterial cause of pneumonia, particularly in high-risk populations such as young children, older adults, and immunocompromised individuals. Influenza vaccination remains paramount in mitigating influenza-associated pneumonia and reducing disease transmission, underscoring the importance of annual vaccination campaigns targeting vulnerable populations. Additionally, adherence to infection control measures, including hand hygiene, respiratory etiquette, and environmental sanitation, plays a pivotal role in reducing the spread of respiratory pathogens in healthcare settings and the community at large. Health promotion efforts aimed at smoking cessation, optimizing nutrition, and addressing underlying comorbidities such as chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), asthma, and immunodeficiency bolster immune resilience and mitigate pneumonia risk. Furthermore, early identification and management of predisposing factors such as malnutrition, homelessness, and overcrowded living conditions attenuate pneumonia susceptibility and enhance overall health outcomes.

Conclusion

In conclusion, pneumonia emerges as a formidable respiratory infection, posing significant challenges to global public health. Its diverse etiology, clinical manifestations, diagnostic modalities, treatment modalities, complications, and preventive measures underscore the nature of pneumonia management. Timely recognition and intervention are imperative in mitigating the morbidity and mortality associated with pneumonia, necessitating a collaborative approach among healthcare providers, public health authorities, and policymakers. By fostering a comprehensive understanding of pneumonia’s manifest and implementing evidence-based strategies, we can strive towards reducing its burden and improving patient outcomes. Through ongoing research, education, and advocacy efforts, we can envision a future where pneumonia-related morbidity and mortality are substantially diminished, paving the way for enhanced respiratory health and well-being worldwide.

In managing pneumonia, compassion, empathy, and a holistic approach are essential alongside clinical expertise. Striving for excellence in knowledge and practice allows us to enhance respiratory medicine and patient outcomes.

As we address pneumonia and broader cardiovascular health complexities, let’s remain committed to optimal patient care. Together, we can impact lives positively and foster a healthier future.

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