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[vexwerewolf]

What do you think is the worst frame for a SEKHMET-Class NHP? Why?

I went on more of an odyssey with this one than I thought.

I gave myself a rule here: I am not allowed to build a mech badly on purpose. As Dan Olson said, "if you build it out of malice, you inject it full of all your own prejudices. It ends up bad for reasons you created. It tells you nothing." Whenever I examine a mech for its suitability (or lack thereof) of SEKHMET, I must enter into it in good faith. I must try to build a good loadout and fail - I must not try to build a bad loadout and succeed.

First Appearances

I was initially going to say a Death's Head. There are a lot of frames that aren't well-suited to melee combat, but prima facie, I don't think there's a frame that by its traits and stats is more antithetical to the ethos of SEKHMET.

However. When I decided to go to COMP/CON and map out a Melee SEKHMET Death's Head for a laugh, I discovered... actually, if you disregard its traits, the Death's Head isn't the worst frame for SEKHMET. It's certainly not good - none of its traits support the playstyle - but the Death's Head is fast. It's base speed 5, just like the Blackbeard, and it has higher Evasion and E-Defence. With three ranks in an SSC mech, you can get Full Subjectivity Sync and boost its evasion to 14 with just 2 Agility, which is pretty nimble.

Also, with three ranks in an IPS-N frame - which by necessity you must have if you have SEKHMET - you can get Reinforced Frame. At LL6, with 4 points in Hull and 1 SP for Personalisations, you can get this little bastard to 26 HP, which combined with its high Evasion gives it pretty hefty staying power.

Also, a bizarre interaction that I had previously never thought of - and had to check with #rules-discussion on PilotNET - SEKHMET can use Core Siphon. There's nothing in the rules that says SEKHMET can't use protocols, and Core Siphon applies to all attacks, not just ranged ones. This can be useful if, for instance, you're close to demolishing an enemy with your first attack, and the next nearest target is an ally - your first attack roll will be buffed, and all the other attacks you make this turn will be debuffed.

This is my janked-up build:

-- SSC Death’s Head @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] IPS-N Blackbeard 3, SSC Death’s Head 2, SSC Mourning Cloak 1 [ CORE BONUSES ] Reinforced Frame, Full Subjectivity Sync [ TALENTS ] Duelist 3, Executioner 3, Skirmisher 3 [ STATS ] HULL:4 AGI:2 SYS:0 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:26 ARMOR:0 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:8 REPAIR:4 TECH ATK:0 LIMITED:+1 SPD:6 EVA:14 EDEF:8 SENSE:20 SAVE:13 [ WEAPONS ] MAIN/AUX MOUNT: Charged Blade / Fold Knife HEAVY MOUNT: Nanocarbon Sword [ SYSTEMS ] Personalizations, SEKHMET-Class NHP, Synthetic Muscle Netting, Core Siphon, High-Stress Mag Clamps

It's not... great. But it could work!

So, if it's not the Death's Head, what frame really is the worst for SEKHMET?

The Big Boy

The next stop on my journey was to think about what made the Death's Head not the worst choice, and look for a frame that didn't have those upsides. This led me - as many "worst frame for X" deep dives do - to the Barbarossa.

The Barbarossa isn't just slow, it's fucking slow. I can't express to you just how much of a drawback 2 Speed is. I had to pump Agility to 4 just to hit Speed 4, the base speed of an Everest. But when I did, the unsuitability of the Barbarossa sort of melted away as well.

The Barbarossa's Threat is huge, and if you're eligible for an IPS-N core bonus - which, again, I will remind you, you must be if you have SEKHMET - you can get Gyges frame, which buffs weapon Threat by 1. A Barbarossa with a Threat 3 Nanocarbon Sword threatens an absolutely absurd 36 spaces around it, so who gives a shit if it's not the quickest? Speed 4 isn't great for SEKHMET but if you've got move assist from your team it basically doesn't matter.

Moreover, the Barbarossa is functionally immune to most sources of forced movement. It can't be knocked prone by anything smaller than itself, already always wins grapples even before you add Synthetic Muscle Netting, and can just march over obstacles that would force a smaller mech to go around them.

Again, it's pretty jank, but this build works surprisingly well:

-- HA Barbarossa @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] HA Barbarossa 2, IPS-N Blackbeard 3, IPS-N Vlad 1 [ CORE BONUSES ] Gyges Frame, Heatfall Coolant System [ TALENTS ] Duelist 3, Executioner 3, Combined Arms 1, Nuclear Cavalier 2 [ STATS ] HULL:2 AGI:4 SYS:0 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:19 ARMOR:2 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:10 REPAIR:5 TECH ATK:-2 LIMITED:+1 SPD:4 EVA:10 EDEF:6 SENSE:10 SAVE:13 [ WEAPONS ] Integrated: Apocalypse Rail MAIN MOUNT: Impact Lance MAIN MOUNT: Chain Axe HEAVY MOUNT: Nanocarbon Sword [ SYSTEMS ] Personalizations, Synthetic Muscle Netting, SEKHMET-Class NHP, Reinforced Cabling

Reinforced Cabling - by the end, you will believe a mountain can fly.

Wait, Is Lancer Just That Flexible?

So far we've looked at two mechs I was sure would be a simple answer to this question and they were actually astoundingly viable given their respective downsides. Sure, they're not anywhere close to being top picks, but Lancer's game design seems to be tight enough that it basically never entirely locks you out of a role even if your mech isn't suited to it.

But there's still got to be a worst mech, right? Even with Lancer's legendary build flexibility, there still has to be a worst mech for the job of housing the Murder Cat, right? By definition, there has to be.

So what is it? It has to be a mech that's some combination of slow, fragile, doesn't have trait support for melee or traits that would otherwise be advantageous for a melee fighter, does have traits that would actively disadvantage it in melee, or has traits that are rendered unusable by not being on SEKHMET's permissible action flowchart. Moreover, I realised that any mech that has a Heavy slot can put a Nanocarbon Sword in it, and that weapon is so good that it can make up for most of a frame's deficiencies by itself. Therefore, we also need to exclude any frame that has a Heavy Slot.

We have two somewhat viable options here: the HORUS Lich and the SSC Emperor.

Ghost Warrior

The HORUS Lich is absurdly fragile on its base stats (although this can be easily circumvented via HASE and core bonuses), and it can't use its survival reaction while using SEKHMET if doing so would cause it to move away from an enemy. It lacks a Heavy slot, and it also lacks any traits that non-Heavy frames like the Nelson and the Mourning Cloak have to improve melee damage.

Even so, you can easily make a 22 HP, Evasion 10, E-Def 12 Lich by LL6.

-- HORUS Lich @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] IPS-N Blackbeard 3, HORUS Lich 2, IPS-N Nelson 1 [ CORE BONUSES ] Reinforced Frame, Overpower Caliber [ TALENTS ] Duelist 3, Skirmisher 3, Hunter 3 [ STATS ] HULL:4 AGI:2 SYS:0 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:22 ARMOR:0 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:5 REPAIR:7 TECH ATK:+1 LIMITED:+1 SPD:6 EVA:10 EDEF:12 SENSE:15 SAVE:14 [ WEAPONS ] MAIN/AUX MOUNT: War Pike / Tactical Knife // Overpower Caliber [ SYSTEMS ] SEKHMET-Class NHP, Personalizations, Synthetic Muscle Netting, Armament Redundancy, Reinforced Cabling, Bulwark Mods, Wandering Nightmare

This boy can do some work. The War Pike gives it excellent threat, OpCal boosts its damage per turn, and the TacKnife lets it do Hunter shenanigans, such as essentially attacking twice with its Knife. It's still not great, but it... works.

Sword of Kings

The Emperor is probably what we're looking for. It has only one Main Mount (worse even than the Lich's Main/Aux, which at least lets it do Knife Crimes), and its survivability and sustain comes entirely from Overshield, which it can't interact with at all while using SEKHMET. Even at 4 Hull, its Repair Cap is only 4, meaning it can't afford to take much damage.

-- SSC Emperor @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] IPS-N Blackbeard 3, SSC Emperor 2, IPS-N Nelson 1 [ CORE BONUSES ] Reinforced Frame, Overpower Caliber [ TALENTS ] Duelist 3, Skirmisher 3, Pankrati 3 [ STATS ] HULL:4 AGI:2 SYS:0 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:17 ARMOR:0 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:7 REPAIR:4 TECH ATK:+1 LIMITED:+1 SPD:6 EVA:12 EDEF:8 SENSE:15 SAVE:14 [ WEAPONS ] Integrated: Marathon Arc Bow MAIN MOUNT: War Pike // Overpower Caliber [ SYSTEMS ] Personalizations, Synthetic Muscle Netting, SEKHMET-Class NHP, Reinforced Cabling, Armament Redundancy, Bulwark Mods

Now, to be clear, this guy does start every fight with 9 Overshield, and regains it every time they take Structure damage, giving them 26 effective HP per Structure. But the Emperor needs to be constantly applying Overshield to allies to recharge their Storm Shield, and this is essentially impossible while SEKHMET is active!

And yet this build is still... at least remotely playable. I think we've found the worst frame for SEKHMET. I don't think SEKHMET likes the SSC Emperor very much.

And yet. You could field this. It wouldn't be good, but you could field this. It would probably die quite fast but it's not completely unplayable.

Damn, Lancer's pretty good.

[blackwoodwinter]

Kinktober/ Monstertober Day 2 Werewolf

Tw: vaginal fingering, humping, oral sex femal receiving, vaginal sex, knotting, multiple orgasm

Your a researcher studying monsters. Humans know little to nothing about monsters and its your job to find out. You given an internship and werewolves test subject to look over.

When you got accepted to work as an intern in a monster research facility you were determined to prove your worth and dedicate yourself to your research and supervisor.

You'd be under the wing of the head researchers in monster physiology and the thought made you buzz with excitement. Monsters are a known occurrence in your world but just how many or how they function still remains a mystery to regular people in the normal world. But here in the research facility you would change that and discover the secret of every monster.

You thought that wouldn't be a problem until they assigned your own test subject to look over. A massive werewolf named Amaris with golden eyes and soft fluffy brown and gray fur. After being subject to all sorts of experiments it was your job to make sure he was healthy, examine him, talk to him, feed him, pet him, comfort him.

Slowly your heart ached watching him locked in his cage, suddenly you didn't know if you were built to run this sort of research anymore. Time and time again you thought of handing him the key card and letting him escape, but you were just too conflicted. You wanted him to be free and get away but part of you didn't want to lose him. He was always so sweet he’d lick your hand and the gap between your fingers, his tongue wet and hot.

He was teasing you, you were sure, he'd sit on his knees looking up at you with his golden eyes, heavy with lashes giving you the sweetest bedroom eyes as he licked your fingers. Whine as you pet and scratch his ears, arching his back when you scratched it. Joke back when you talked about your day to him. Amaris loved your touch, the sound of your voice and he wanted you and everyone else to know it. He snarled and barked if any other intern tried to go near him and take over your job. He behaved well if it meant getting back to his room to be spoiled by you. Or he lash out on purpose to be comforted by you and bury his head in your lap demanding you pet and soothe him, his tail wagging smacking the floor content.

Once you forgot your lab coat in his room and Amaris spent the entire night getting high off your scent humping the pillow fervently with your coat wrapped around his face. His cock bounced on his pillow while his hand pumped his cock, squeezing his knot and wishing it was your cunt wrapped around it instead. By the end of the night his pillow was ruined and so was your coat along with his sense of shame. He threw away the pillow but kept your coat to comfort him for the rest of the month as he worthlessly jerked himself every night wishing it was you riding him instead. The nights passed and Amaris only felt his need for you to worsen when a full moon was approaching and Amaris knew he needed you, he needed to tell you how he felt. Every time you went to his cell to comfort him he'd struggle like a puppy in need of housebreaking to keep his cock in his pants and mount you.

Amaris was sure you'd seen his erection pressing through the fabric of his pants, at first he had the shame to cover himself and hide but as the full moon approached he seldom attempted to cover his cock straining the fabric at his crotch. He was sure you saw, he could smell your arousal thicker every day, sweet and musky drifting from that hidden place between your legs.

Finally it was the night of the full moon and he was rabid and feral. None of the researchers understood why, not that they could get near enough to find out why. As a last minute resort they decided to send you in to figure out why. The head researchers noticed Amaris strong preference for you and hoped he’d accept you and figure out why the werewolves lashed out so bad under the full moon every month. Little they know they know the knot thay had just tied you in.

Knocking gently on his cell door you walked in slowly seeing his room a scattered mess except for the bed. Standing at the center of the room with his back turned to you stood Amaris in his half form, gray and brown tail sweeping from side to side, his legs ending in massive wolf paws. Fur peaked out from his shirt covering his forearms, making his hair look thicker on his head two wolf ears perked up.

“Amaris?” You asked quietly, hoping you didn't startle him. Amaris instantly whipped around, golden eyes wide and crazed mouth open showing off his lengthened canines lining his mouth. Without a word he had you wrapped tightly in his arms.

“Y/n! y/n I missed you so much.” Nuzzling his head in your chest and neck he whined like a lost puppy, tail wagging happily as he held you. “Oh y/n if you only knew how much I need you right now”

“Amaris what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?”

“It's a full moon tonight y/n I need you, I need you so bad y/n. You have no idea how much strength it’s taking me right now”

“What does it mean when it's a full moon Amaris?” Puzzled you ask him

“I'm in heat y/n,” He looked up at you, his eyes round and pleading. “ I want you, I want to be inside you so bad. I need to be with you when I'm in heat. Please y/n say you want me too y/n, I need to know, if you don't i'll accept it.” Despite his desperate pleas he was honest, there was nothing more he wanted to do more than to bury his face in your cunt. But he had to know, he had to hear it from your lips. He wanted to know you wanted him too.

“I-I” You stutter at his sudden proposition, his words being enough to ignite the arousal all over your body, leaving you tingling. You wanted him there was no denial but you felt your face burn as the words formed in your mouth. Leaning in, you decided to answer him by kissing him. Surprised, his eyes went wide, golden eyes sparkling in excitement. Groaning, he leaned in, licking your bottom lip. He inhaled your scent tasting your saliva, he wanted more oh so much more and this kiss would only fuel his hunger.

Pulling away from the kiss a thread of saliva dripped from his mouth, his eyes lidded heavy with desire. “Say it, I want to hear you say it y/n. Say you want me, say you want me inside of you.”

Nearly moaning it you finally managed to say it aloud between wet slippery kisses, “I want you Amari. I need you inside me, please.”

Without a word he had you in the air before laying you down on his bed in his cell, his clawed hands tearing off your clothes until only your soaked panties remained. Taking in the sight he groaned, seeing the glistening patch forming around the sweet spot between your legs. Lazily he dragged his tongue across the fabric taking the juices that had formed, inhaling your scent. With a clawed hand he pulled your panties down before burying his face between your cunt, wet folds sliding deliciously across his face and mouth. His nose buried perfectly rubbing against your clit, sending waves of electric pleasure that made your toes curl with each sloppy kiss on your cunt.

It was nearly too much, you buried your finger in his curls as you tugged him deeper into your cunt, as he happily obliged. He felt his cock strain painful in his pants as he continued to eat your pussy out. He thrusted his tongue into you again and again, licking the juices until they dripped down his chin and neck. You tasted sublime, he drank your nectar between your legs until he was drunk with it. Sucking sweetly in your clit he gently teased your hole with his finger sliding in and out. Gasping you felt your pussy clench on nothing as he continued to tease your cunt with his finger.

Digging you fingers into his scalp you begged “ Please Amaris I indeed more, don't tease me like that”

Chest heaving as you begged, you gasped as you felt him slide in two fingers deep into your pussy. Pulling on his hair, grinding your pussy on his face, his fingers working your pussy coated in cum. He scissored his fingers stretching you out prepping you to fit his cock and his knott. Hips bucking you grind your hips feeling your first orgasm coming closer with each swirl and suck on your clit and each thrust of his fingers. Gasping you arch your back thighs shaking as you cum in his mouth. Juices flowing out into his tongue for him to lapp up like a dog.

Gasping you lay with shaking thigh as he lapped up the last of your juices making you quiver with each flick of his tongue to your sensitive clit. Slowly he sits up between your thighs and the cloth cock pressed against your cunt. Breathing heavily you lay on his bed watching as he pulls out his cock, long and girthy curved upwards with two veins bulging along its length from both sides. The tip looks a darker red brown glistening with a thick droplet of leaking cum. He pumps it twice in his hand and you notice a bulge at the base and your eyes go wide in small horror. His cock is massive as it is, but that bulge definitely won't fit.

Almost as if noticing your horror he looks up and smiles showing off his canines in a dashing reassuring smile, “ Don't worry darling, you'll fit around my knot I prepped you well.”

Aiming the tip of his cock you feel it press against your entrance spreading your lips around it. Moaning you writhing in bed feeling him dip his tip in and out teasing you again. Before you have a chance to complain he slides it in making you gasp in shock as your pussy is forced to swallow his cock.

Panting and arching your back, he grips your hips and begins to thrust viciously into you. Your cries are broken with each thrust. Gazing up at him you see a feral look in him. His eyes are laser focused on you, watching your tits bounce, seeing your pretty wet cunt stretched around his cock with each ramming thrust. Moaning you dig your nails into his hips as your next orgasm rips through you. Clenching down on his cock you cum around him pulling him in deeper. Just the sight of your pussy spread, clit exposed makes him shift completely losing any semblance of his half human form. Now instead you meet with a 7 foot werewolf drooling all over you, rippling muscles coated in soft fluffy brown fur with patches of silver to contrast his golden eyes, and a massive pink cock hanging between his legs.

Suddenly you cry out feeling him grow inside you, not cause he knotted you, but because of the massive wolf cock thrusting into you. Mewling incoherences you beg him to slow down but one looking down at you cunt you see your stomach bulge with each thrust making your eyes roll back. Swinging your head back you lock onto his furred arms mewling and begging him to fuck you.

“Amaris, you feel so good. Please fuck me Amaris it feel so good please dont stop.”

Wild but listening Amaris does not relent thrusting with the precise speed and position making sure you cry with each thrust as he hits your sweet spot everytime.

Quickening his pace he feels his balls grow tense as his own orgasm approaches. Burying deeper with each thrust, he feels his body shudder with ecstasy. Grabbing your waist he pulls you down with full force and position forcing his bulge and cock deep into your pussy. A scream rip through you feeling his knot stretch you pussy out a new orgasm squeezing the bulge of his cock like a vice. Wrapping your shaking legs around him you grind against his bulge riding out the high of your orgasm.

Throwing his head in a howl he thrusts his knot in you shuddering in release as his balls empty out loads of cum. Thick hot cum paint the inside of your pussy white flooding you, leaving you two a squelching mess of cum and sweat.

Gasping wrapped around him, you smile and pet his head scratching his ears in blissful satisfaction.

Whining Amaris begins to wag his tail as he humps you against the mattress interrupting your thoughts. Each hump rubbing the outer edge of his bulge against your clitoris.

“You wanna keep going, Amaris?” Asking sweetly, smiling at him.

“I won't be done until my heat is over y/n.”

“Mhmm?”

“I’ll just have to fuck that pretty pussy until my heart is over or you are drained by cock dry.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth he bent down to nuzzle and kiss you as he pushed the knot deeper into your pussy eating soft moans from your lips.

Outside from the cell in the research control room the red faced interns listening in on the microphone feed from the overhead in the control room realized their own assigned werewolves were acting abrasively from their heat and considered helping them by offering a willing pussy fuck or a dick for the she-wolves to bounce on. Others considered asking the other monster species if they too went through heats and if they did they wanted to know if they could help just the way you did. The head researchers, though embarrassed and red faced, wrote down the data and scribbled new plans on how to deal with the rest of the monster specimens for next month.

Authors note: Please let me know if y’all’s want a part two. Also please feel free to comment unhinged shit, that fuels me to write more.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 35

Warnings: descriptions of what dying feels like, intense emotional whump, medwhump, ventilator & IV lines, person on life support, heartbreak & grief

Hero couldn't form coherent words, but he nodded, letting Superhero wrap his arms around him and take off, flying him to Agency.

The sobs had mostly stopped by the time they'd arrived, but the pain was still there, sharp as a blade that sliced into his heart. He was in absolute shock and disbelief as Superhero helped him limp off to an isolated room to await help, leaving him alone in his misery.

Hero gripped his hair in his hands, breathing shakily through clenched teeth and rocking back and forth in his chair in a futile effort to soothe himself.

The whole situation felt surreal. He'd known Villain for so long, and they'd been through so much together. And now she was... gone, just like that. Because Supervillain had known the deepest way to hurt him was to go for the part of his heart Villain held. Curse him.

Hero's head snapped up when the door to the room opened, and Medic stepped inside, hair messy. He looked tired. Exhausted, actually.

The surgeon gave Hero a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I've got some news," he started slowly. "Villain's still alive, as of now. Barely hanging in there, but alive. I got her semi-stabilized. She's critical, so I don't want you to get your hopes up, but there is a chance she'll make it."

"How big of a chance?" Hero asked.

Medic averted his eyes, and that was answer enough.

"I want to see her."

"You can't yet."

"Why the hell not?!" Hero demanded.

Medic narrowed his eyes at him. "The other doctors are finishing getting the machines set up for Villain, and you are injured and need to be fixed up first anyway so you're not bleeding everywhere."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Medic, please. If she's going to die I want to see her one last time."

"No. Let me help you first and we'll go from there. I'm not budging on that."

Hero growled low in his throat in frustration, but hastily shed his fighting suit to expose his wounds and let Medic check them.

"Fortunately the bullets didn't hit anything vital," Medic announced after a brief examination. "All three are through-and- through, so there's no bullets stuck in your flesh. Makes my job easier." He pulled out a suture kit from a drawer, instructing Hero to lie down on the examination table to be stitched up.

Hero twitched and squirmed restlessly throughout the whole thing, desperate to get done and go see Villain's condition.

"Can you sit still for ten minutes?" Medic snapped, readjusting his position once more. "Do I have to call in reinforcements to hold you down? You're not making this go any faster."

Hero scowled, biting back a snarky retort -- it wouldn't help his situation. He forced himself to settle down, though he itched to get up and run right out the door.

"Done," Medic finally announced, snipping off the last bit of surgical thread.

Hero was on his feet in an instant. "Where's Villain?"

"I'll take you to her, but... you should be warned, it might hurt to see her in the shape she's in."

"Don't care," Hero snapped. "I have to see her. Please?"

The corner of Medic's mouth twitched, but he didn't comment, wordlessly leading Hero out of the room and off toward where Villain was being kept, stopping in front of a plain white door.

"I'll give you two some time alone," he said quietly.

Hero's heart dropped to the soles of his feet when he stepped in and laid eyes on her -- Villain. She was limp on the medical bed, a clear tube running through her open mouth and down her throat, attached to a machine that pumped timed breaths into her lungs. Several other machines were next to her bed performing other bodily functions -- and they were the only things standing between her and death.

A mess of tubes were connected to her arms and neck, some filled with clear liquid and others cycling blood through her, and Hero counted at least six different bags on the IV stand.

Villain's broken leg was in a cast, and every other injury was wrapped in gauze and bandages. Her face was pale, so terribly pale. She looked so weak and fragile like this, like the slightest touch might kill her.

Hero stood and watched for several minutes, listening to the pneumatic hiss of the ventilator breathing for her, before he shook himself out of the shock enough to approach the side of Villain's bed. Guilt ripped him apart inside as he looked down at her, devastation yawning like a deep, bottomless pit of sorrow and despair that threatened to swallow him whole.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you," he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him. "Why did you have to agree to fight Supervillain with me? I know now that you knew exactly how the story was going to end, but still, you gave it a try. Why couldn't you have just let me face him alone like I wanted to?" His voice cracked with emotion.

"I told you I didn't want to put you in danger again. But you're so stubborn." He pulled up a chair next to the bed, gently taking Villain's cold hand in his own and tenderly rubbing a thumb over the back of it.

"I love you, Vil, I love you so much and it hurts and--" Hero's voice choked off, and he let out a dry laugh. "That's what love is, though, isn't it? Love is pain. It hurts. It's the cost of loving something -- knowing that one day, that something could be gone, and leave agony in its wake. And yet we choose to love anyway, because it's worth it."

His face twisted with grief. "If you ever wake up, I swear to be here for you for the rest of our lives. I will never betray you again, and I will love you with every fiber of my being and make sure you never feel lost and alone ever again. I love you fiercely, Villain, and... if you give me a second chance, I will not ruin it. I promise." He pressed his forehead to Villain's hand and sobbed quietly, the sluggish beeping of the heart monitor and the hiss of the ventilator the only other sounds aside from his own crying.

Please wake up, his thoughts cried with him. You said I'd be okay without you... but I'm not. I'm scared, and alone, and you're the only one that ever makes it feel better.

He’d never felt more broken than in this moment, not knowing if Villain would live through the night. That he could lose the one person he loved most.

I want you back. It's you -- it's always going to be you I choose. I never should have betrayed your trust -- those three years you ran off and went missing were the worst of my life. I wondered how many times the same thing could break my heart, once I found you again and discovered how much you hated me. I realized that the answer was 'as long as you love it'. And I never stopped loving you... so I keep breaking instead.

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By Rodielon Putol

For countless individuals worldwide, grappling with the lingering impacts of COVID-19 months after their initial recovery has become a puzzling reality.

Often referred to as “long COVID,” the condition is marked by an array of recurring symptoms, including chest pain and heart palpitations.

But why do these symptoms persist? Recent research by the University of Queensland (UQ) offers profound insights.

Cardiovascular impact of long COVID Getting to the root of the matter, the University of Queensland-led investigation focused on post-COVID cardiovascular issues. The goal was to understand why chest pain and heart palpitations persist among long COVID sufferers.

“We discovered elevated levels of cytokines, proteins which help control inflammation in the body, in the blood samples of people at about 18 months post-infection with SARS-CoV-2,” said Professor Kirsty Short.

“Lab studies showed these trace-level cytokines had a direct effect on the functionality of cardiomyocytes, the cells of the heart responsible for its pump function.”

Professor Short noted that these particular types of cells are fundamental building blocks for our heart, so damaging them can lead to cardiovascular symptoms.

Until now, the role of chronic inflammation in cardiovascular symptoms had been unclear, particularly in cases where symptoms persisted for over a year after infection.

These findings bring the medical community one step closer to understanding the full extent of COVID-19’s long-term impact on heart health.

Studying long COVID through blood samples To explore the mysteries of long COVID, the team analyzed the blood of 50 participants from across Australia.

This cohort included individuals who had been living with long COVID for over a year, those who had recovered from COVID-19, and individuals who had never been infected by the virus.

A unique technology developed at UQ’s Australian Institute for Bioengineering and Nanotechnology (AIBN) called “immuno-storm chip” nanotechnology, was the tool of choice to investigate trace elevated cytokines. The experts also examined markers linked with cardiac tissue damage.

Although excited about the findings, Professor Short remains cautious. “It’s only early days and these results require validation in additional patient cohorts, including those infected with more recent SARS-CoV-2 strains.”

Professor Short also noted that the study’s focus was primarily on people with cardiovascular symptoms.

Despite the limitations, the research paves the path toward a better understanding of long COVID. It presents comprehensive insights into this complex disease and could potentially enhance diagnosis and treatment options.

A collaborative scientific endeavor The research team included Jane Sinclair, a Ph.D. candidate from UQ’s School of Chemistry and Molecular Biosciences, Courtney Vedelago from AIBN, and Dr. Feargal J. Ryan of the South Australian Health and Medical Research Institute.

The study represents a collaborative effort by multiple institutes, including UQ’s School of Mathematics and Physics, Institute for Molecular Bioscience, Faculty of Medicine, Mater Health Queensland, Mater Research Institute-UQ, and several other institutions.

COVID’s lasting impact on heart health The findings from the study highlight the importance of understanding the long-term cardiovascular effects of COVID-19, particularly for individuals grappling with symptoms over a year post-infection.

By identifying elevated cytokine levels and their impact on cardiomyocytes, the research opens doors for targeted treatments focused on reducing inflammation to protect heart health in long COVID patients.

“An estimated 65 million people globally suffer from post-acute sequelae of COVID-19 (PASC), with many experiencing cardiovascular symptoms like chest pain and heart palpitations,” noted the study authors.

Guiding future research While the research team remains cautious about drawing broad conclusions, they acknowledge the study’s potential in guiding future research.

This initial study suggests a need for expanded research across larger and more diverse populations to confirm the findings.

Additionally, future investigations could explore whether specific anti-inflammatory therapies might mitigate the persistent cardiovascular symptoms observed in long COVID patients.

This study marks a pivotal step in understanding long COVID, but it’s only the beginning. By continuing to investigate the role of chronic inflammation, scientists hope to develop clearer diagnostic tools and treatments, ultimately improving the quality of life for those affected by this complex condition.

The study is published in the journal Nature Microbiology. www.nature.com/articles/s41564-024-01838-z

[landofadonises]

Operation Adonis - National Guard; Discovery of Mid-Optimal Dosages of NG-AD0372, 1100-1475mg Series 11

After the successes of Series 4, the "biotechnicians" (as they came to be known) opted for controlled progression of Series 5 through 10 to produce a stable groundwork for adonis-threshold entities to begin populating. They swiftly realised, however, that restlessness was brooding in the grounds, as the previously superior men were now being towered over by the recipients of NG-AD0372. After much pleading the biotechnicians opted to refocus and begin testing the upper limits requested of them, resulting in some of the finest successes they've had in terms of the largest, most muscular soldier possible, but also in the largest batch of containment yet dealt with, leading to some issues in propagation and the resulting offspring of these instances (please refer to text C829, community submission 'Hired Help').

The biotechnicians were aware of the correlation between dosage and weight, so leading in with a heavy hand, they operated within a higher range for these men. Luckily, by airing on the side of caution, they were left unharmed as the time span of minutes they had with prior series was suddenly shortened to tens of seconds, with some men unable to get out of the examination room before the effects took over. Technicians in other buildings witnessed pheromone effects so powerful that, even within their concrete barricades, the scientists were clawing at the walls to reach the test subject. Everything that happened with subjects in Series 4 through 10 happened in about a third of the time, the growth of these subjects seemingly painful, but swiftly being replaced with elated, bliss-ridden pleasure as they were overcome with sensitive sensation, initially only assumed by their expressions, but later verbally inquired with the subjects once they returned to functioning brain capability.

Unfortunately, the dosages used returned the evidence back to the scope of Series 1 through 3, where still standard-bodied soldiers were actively at risk from their growing peers' actions, evidenced by photographic presentation below with some being pinned, faces squished against the floor, etc. Undeniably, however, the results were exponential. Already incredibly large, iron-pumping men blew up in size, testosterone, virility, and raw masculinity, resulting in some of the most brutish and powerful soldiers on the roster. While these men were extremely important and helpful, undoubtedly their most important role as some of the early instances of alpha adonises was to be a release for their peers, as their pheromones pulled the response out of anyone once they willed it--one extremely helpful strategy in battle. This, of course, was extremely useful in the bunks and barracks, as the control group became self-sufficient in terms of cyclical release and preservation.

Now that evidence has been presented for successful Series 4 and 11, submission will follow promptly for post-experiment evidence for Series 1 through 3 and 17 onward. Please refer below to the relative success of Series 11's batch of subjects.

[dr-octavio-kalev]

I made this anomaly based on a music of my favorite band: Franz Ferdinand

ANM-591 - "Take me Out"

Danger Level: Snit 🟡 | Contained ⭕️

Responsible Researcher: Dr. Garrett

Anomaly Type: Human, mechanical, sentient

Damage Type: Mechanical, auditory, temporal

Confinement: ANM-591 is to be housed in a 5m x 5m x 5m reinforced containment cell at Site-43. The walls of the containment unit are to be lined with soundproofing materials to mitigate the ticking sounds generated by ANM-591 internal mechanisms. ANM-591 is allowed monitored recreation time in a soundproofed observation room for up to two hours per day, provided it cooperates with containment staff.

Any staff members assigned to the anomaly are required to undergo psychological evaluations on a monthly basis, as prolonged exposure to ANM-591 ticking noise has shown to induce mild anxiety and obsessive tendencies. ANM-591 containment area should be equipped with tools for maintenance of complex machinery, should minor repairs be required on the entity’s mechanical systems. Only personnel with Level 3 clearance and above are permitted to interact with the entity due to the potential danger posed by its mechanisms.

Description: ANM-591 is a humanoid male of indeterminate age, approximately 1.83 meters in height and weighing 98 kilograms. Upon initial observation, ANM-591 appears to be an ordinary human, albeit with several distinct tattoos of gears, sun motifs, and abstract patterns across its torso and arms. However, closer examination reveals that these tattoos are mere outlines of the complex mechanical structures that exist within and, in some cases, emerge from the individual's body.

ANM-591 torso, arms, and neck contain intricate clockwork mechanisms that extend deep into its body. These mechanisms, visible beneath translucent patches of skin, operate continuously and emit a rhythmic ticking sound at all times. This ticking is synchronized with ANM-591 heart rate, suggesting an interdependence between its biological and mechanical components.

The internal machinery within ANM-591 includes a combination of gears, pistons, springs, and unknown metal alloys that seem to replace or supplement the functions of his vital organs. The most prominent machinery is located in the thoracic cavity, where ANM-591 chest opens up into an array of interlocking gears and pipes that appear to pump and circulate fluids throughout the body. Further investigation into the machinery reveals a system that functions similarly to a circulatory system, though the precise workings are not fully understood. ANM-591 clockwork heart, a significant feature, seems to regulate its internal mechanisms with remarkable precision.

ANM-591 clockwork internals exhibit properties that are inconsistent with modern engineering principles. For instance:

• Self-Repair: When damaged, ANM-591 mechanical parts can initiate self-repair. This process occurs through the movement of small, insect-like clockwork entities that emerge from within the mechanisms to conduct repairs. These entities disappear back into ANM-591 once the repair process is complete. ANM-591 appears to experience physical discomfort during this process but is unable to cease or control it.

• Temporal Distortion: ANM-591 occasionally exhibits minor temporal distortion effects. When ANM-591 enters a heightened emotional state, the ticking within its body may accelerate or decelerate, causing nearby clocks and timekeeping devices to desynchronize. Testing has shown that this temporal fluctuation only affects devices within a 3-meter radius of the subject and is temporary, with clocks resuming normal timekeeping once ANM-591 calms down.

• Psychological Influence: Extended exposure to ANM-591 ticking sound has a notable psychological effect on individuals, causing them to experience an obsession with time, order, and routine. In extreme cases, personnel have developed repetitive behaviors or displayed symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder after extended shifts near ANM-591.

Addendum 591-1: Discovery

ANM-591 was discovered on ██/██/20██ in ██████, Scotland, after multiple reports from locals describing a “clockwork man” who could be heard ticking from a distance. Local authorities initially dismissed these reports as folklore or hoax until several witnesses claimed to have seen ANM-591 self-repair after sustaining injury in an altercation. MOTHRA agents embedded in local law enforcement responded to these reports and successfully apprehended ANM-591 without incident.

Addendum 591-2: Interview Log 591-A

Interviewed: ANM-591

Interviewer: Dr. Alan Carter

Date: ██/██/20██

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Carter: Good afternoon, ANM-591. Could you describe how you came to be in this state?

ANM-591: (Pauses, glancing down at its chest) I don’t quite remember. All I know is that I’ve always felt… mechanical. Tick-tock, every second of every day. Like I'm marching to a beat I can't escape.

Dr. Carter: You mean you've always had this… mechanism within you?

ANM-591: (Nods) It feels like my heart, my soul even. I don't know how else to explain it. When I feel something deeply, the gears inside spin faster, and the world… it starts to feel stretched thin. Like everything around me is just playing along to the same clock.

Dr. Carter: Interesting. Are you aware of the effects your mechanisms have on those nearby?

ANM-591: (Smiles faintly) Ah, the ticking? Yes, it bothers people. I see them fidgeting, losing track of time… I can't control it, though. It’s like I’m an old clock, keeping the world in sync, whether it wants it or not.

Dr. Carter: Fascinating. One last question—are there others like you?

ANM-591: (Pauses, looking away) I… I don’t know. But sometimes, I feel like I'm being pulled somewhere. Like a calling. Maybe to find others, maybe to a final destination. But I can’t go. Not yet.

[END LOG]

Addendum 591-3: Incident 591-Alpha

On ██/██/20██, ANM-591 ticking accelerated to approximately 300 ticks per minute, triggering a temporary time dilation field within a 5-meter radius. Personnel within the area reported that time slowed drastically, with seconds stretching into minutes. ANM-591 appeared agitated, repeatedly mentioning “the call” and “running out of time.” After five minutes, the field collapsed, returning to normal. ANM-591 tick rate returned to baseline, and it appeared visibly fatigued. When questioned, ANM-591 refused to elaborate on the nature of “the call.”

Addendum 591-4: Researcher Notes

Dr. Carter has hypothesized that ANM-591 clockwork nature may be a form of temporal anchor, possibly preventing it from succumbing to certain cosmic or metaphysical forces. Further research is recommended to determine if ANM-591 is a unique entity or part of a larger anomaly network. ANM-591 frequent mentions of “the call” suggest a form of summoning or compulsion that may necessitate additional containment measures should it intensify.

[clarepreed]

Mitchell's S-CPR Dream

Story Content and Summary - 4,271 words. It's Mitchell's turn to have a sexy CPR dream. Mitchell's best friend Mark assists with the resuscitation. Explicit sex, on-site resuscitation, sex with a person who cannot consent. 🏳️‍🌈

Suggested reading: Experimental, Larissa's S-CPR Dream

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lubdub lubdub lubdub lubdub

Larissa’s heartbeat raced in his ears. Mitchell laid on their bed with her, his left arm around her shoulders, gathering her close. He was wearing the stethoscope, the earbuds plugged into his ears while she held the bell against her chest. Her other hand was lubed and wrapped around his cock, her grip firm as she pumped him. Mitchell’s right hand worked between Larissa’s thighs, his thumb pressed into her clit while two of his fingers stroked inside of her.

Larissa’s head fell back onto his arm, the long line of her neck extending and her lips parting.

lubDUB lubDUB lubDUB

Mitchell removed his fingers and reached over to pick up a vibrating rabbit toy. The dream seemed to glitch then; the toy appeared in his hand. He’d briefly forgotten this was a dream, even though her body kept changing in front of him. Breasts swelling, hair up and then down, scars migrating. Mitchell angled the toy to meet her entrance and pushed it slowly inside of her, watching as her back bowed and listening as her heart rate increased.

lubdublubdublubdublubdub

Then he started pressing buttons, felt her hips jerk when the vibrations started.

LUB…

dublubdublubdub… lub… dub lubdub lubdub lubdub

Another button press to make the longer arm of the toy move with a “come hither” motion. He couldn’t see it, of course, buried inside of her. But he’d played with it before, learning the functions so that he could use it easily in the heat of the moment.

LUB… dub… LUB… dub…

The beats were suddenly slow, even as her hips churned against the motion of the toy and the rhythm of her hand on his cock faltered. He pressed the clitoral stimulation button again, increasing the strength of the vibration.

lubdublubdub…

… lubdub… LUB…dub…

He was forgetting something, or not paying close enough attention. He couldn’t think. His hips thrust his cock into her fist, his eyes on her face, her heartbeat in his ears. He kept almost having a thought, but it evaporated every time he tried to examine it. Mitchell pushed the thought away.

Another button press, making the g-spot motion faster. Larissa shuddered.

LUBdub…

He watched her eyes suddenly pop open. Her hand went tight around his cock, too tight. Mitchell grunted.

LUB… dub…

LUB… dub��

…lub… dub…

Her body tensed, back arching and her hand releasing him. She also released the stethoscope. Mitchell held the toy in place as her body shuddered and jerked. Then her eyes rolled back, and the shuddering of her body became a full-blown seizure.

Mitchell cried out in shock, withdrawing the toy from her body in a barely restrained fashion. He ripped the stethoscope buds out of his ears and tossed it to the side. His arm was still around her shoulders; she thrashed against him, her mouth gaping open as she tried to take a breath.

“Larissa!” This was not like her usual seizures; there’d been no tonic phase, and instead of clenching her teeth, she was taking in long, rattling gasps of air. Mitchell wrapped his arm around her right leg and hauled her a couple of feet toward the foot of the bed, trying to give himself room to make sure her airway was open. The seizing didn’t last very long; he was just wondering if he should call for help when her body went limp, her eyes open and staring. 

“What?” The question came out hushed as his fingers went automatically to her throat, searching for the pulse he’d been listening to just a moment prior.

The lamplight in the room flickered, or he briefly lost his vision. He wasn’t sure. He saw himself reach for her several times, the moment rebooting repeatedly.

Ultimately, he understood she didn’t have a pulse. 

This is a dream, he thought. Wake up! This is a dream!

His body moved outside of his control, gathering her up in his arms and straining as he heaved her off the bed. He staggered, nearly dropping her as he laid her out on the rug, her body heavy in her senselessness. 

Mark and Samuel are here, he thought suddenly. “HELP!”

Mitchell lurched to his feet and ran over to the nightstand to grab his phone. When he lifted it, the screen blurred. He opened the dialer, only for the digits to scramble and glitch or disappear altogether. He fumbled for a few seconds, trying to tap where he remembered the numbers should be, rubbing at his eyes to clear them. Then he climbed onto the bed and snatched Larissa’s phone off her nightstand, only to encounter the same problem. Mitchell flung her phone across the room in anger and shouted: “HELP! MARK! SAMUEL!”

He dropped back down to the floor beside her. Larissa hadn’t moved. Her body remained in the same position he’d left her. On her back, honey-colored hair fanned out, body bent slightly toward one side, one knee bent and tipped over to the other. Her arms were limp, fingers curled slightly. Her head tipped to the side, ashen lips parted. Light eyes stared underneath the bed.

A glitch in the dream’s reality, and Mitchell found himself performing chest compressions. She huffed out air each time he thrust his hands down. It was very real; Mitchell could feel her sternum sink with each pump, felt the softness of her skin underneath his, saw the force telegraph to her stomach and her shoulders. He registered again that help wasn’t coming and screamed: “MARK!”

“We’re here!” he heard his best friend call out, and then both Mark and Mitchell’s brother, Samuel, dropped to their knees at Larissa’s other side. “What happened?”

“Her heart just… stopped!” Mitchell gasped, keeping his arms straight as he pressed down. “We were…”

“We can tell what you were doing!” Samuel said. His voice sounded strange. “You have something buzzing in the middle of your bedspread. And… is that a stethoscope?!”

“Samuel—” Mark started, but Samuel cut him off.

“What do you need from your first aid closet?” Samuel asked.

“The big black duffel,” Mitchell said. “The AED. And there’s a smaller blue bag, bring that.” He glanced up and saw that his brother was pale and stricken despite his incongruous jocularity.

“Got it,” Samuel said, clambering to his feet and running from the room.

“What can I do?” Mark asked. He’d reached down to touch Larissa’s face, fingers hovering over her slack features.

“Can you try to call 9-1-1? I couldn’t dial!” Mitchell’s eyes were back on Larissa’s face. Her chin nodded each time he shoved his hands down into her chest. She was still letting out little huffs of air, but she was otherwise silent. The color was slowly draining out of her skin, and he thought her lips already looked lavender. His eyes slid further south, trying to assess if he was compressing deeply enough. Her large, natural breasts wobbled harshly, nipples still hard from their activity moments prior.

“It’s not… working,” Mark said, sounding confused. “It just rings and rings…”

“Breaths!” Mitchell snapped out. “If no one is coming, we have to give her air!”

Mark dropped his phone and reached for her head, turning her face toward the ceiling and tipping her chin back. He thumbed open her mouth and pinched her nose, and Mitchell raised his hands. He watched as Mark bent over her, sealing his mouth over her bluing lips and exhaling into her. His cheeks rounded, then hers, and her chest rose. He broke the seal, turning his head to the side as she exhaled, and then gave her another breath. As soon as he lifted his mouth from hers, Mitchell started chest compressions again, this time calling out: “One!”

“I’ll keep trying 9-1-1,” Mark said. He had the phone on speaker, and Mitchell could hear it dialing.

“…five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” Now that the shock was, if not subsiding, shifting to the background Mitchell formulated a plan for his next actions. He would perform chest compressions until Samuel arrived with the equipment. Then he would ask Samuel to switch with him. “…twenty-nine, thirty!”

Mark bent to give Larissa two more breaths. Her eyes were still half-lidded and staring at nothing, her pupils huge. A dark red mark had already blossomed between her breasts. Beneath her freckles, her skin was white.

“One, two, three…” Mitchell continued to think as he pumped her chest. Cardiac arrest during sexual activity. Just as they worded it in the S-CPR PSA.

As soon as corsexamine injectors had become available to the public, he’d purchased some. He knew, in theory, how it was supposed to work. A medication administered during CPR. Bringing your sex partner to orgasm. Using an AED. Mitchell knew what S-CPR was. He just hadn’t thought about what it would mean to perform S-CPR on someone, even his wife.

“I think there’s something wrong with the cellular network, Mitchell,” Mark said.

Samuel ran into the room, carrying everything Mitchell had asked for and more. He quickly dropped it all on the rug, exclaiming: “AED?”

“…thirty! Switch with me, Samuel!”

He stayed on his knees, watching her chest rise and fall as Mark gave her breaths. Samuel kneeled at her other side, hesitating for only a second before finding his target on her skin and pressing the heel of his bottom hand into the bruise. Then, as Mark released her head, he rolled his shoulders over his hands and let his weight drop into her chest. “One, two, three…”

Satisfied, Mitchell reached over and grabbed the strap of the AED bag. He unzipped the case and found a packet of pads, quickly tearing them open and dumping them on the floor. Then he turned the AED on and reached for the first pad to peel the backing off.

“Apply pads and plug in the connector!” the machine called out.

Mark reached for the other pad, and they worked around Samuel’s pumping hands to smooth one pad above her right breast and the other below her left and just to the side. Mark gave her two more breaths as Mitchell reached for the connector, quickly snapping it into place. 

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient!”

They each scooted back from Larissa’s lifeless body. Mitchell reached around for the blue case and quickly unzipped it. Inside, it was packed with six auto-injectors. 

“No shock advised. Continue CPR for two minutes.”

Mitchell grit his teeth as Samuel lurched back over her, his hands quickly stacking in the center of her chest. Mitchell heard a quiet pop as he began pumping up and down. Samuel, to his credit, flinched but didn’t stop.

“What are those, Mitchell?” Mark asked, gesturing at the auto-injectors.

“Medication,” Mitchell responded, popping the cap off one. “Epinephrine and corsexamine hormone.” 

He used his hand to hold her thigh still and taut. Then he jabbed the needle end of the auto-injector into her skin. He held it there and glanced up at Mark. “Have you heard of S-CPR?”

“Jesus,” Samuel muttered. “We have. Thirty!”

Mark sealed his mouth over Larissa’s and gave her two rescue breaths, her pallid cheeks rounding. Mitchell lifted the auto-injector and briefly rubbed the reddened skin of her thigh with the fingers of his other hand. He tossed the pen to the side and moved to kneel between her legs, pushing her thighs wide. He could feel the vibration of each chest compression through her skin.

“Just do what you need to do, Mitchell,” Mark murmured. He caressed the top of Larissa’s head. “We all just want her to live, okay?”

“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty,” Samuel counted.

Mitchell ran his hands over her hips and stomach. Her belly was rippling and twitching as Samuel pumped her chest. Mitchell pressed his hands to her inner thighs and leaned close. Without further preamble, he pursed his lips around her clit and suckled. Then he took two of his fingers and gently prodded her entrance, checking to see if she was lubricated enough for penetration. She was still slick, and he slid his fingers inside. Now his fingers mimicked the “come hither” motion.

After a moment, as Mark and Samuel gave her compressions and breaths, Mitchell slid his other hand down to his cock and began to rub and stroke himself. He could certainly bring her to orgasm with his mouth under normal circumstances, but he wanted all of his tools available to save her life.

Mitchell tried to forget why he was performing this particular sex act at this particular time, tried to drag himself back into the headspace of moments before. The problem was that Larissa was one of if not the most responsive sex partner he’d ever had. He always knew if something felt good, because she told him or she moaned or she moved in just the right way. At the moment, however, despite his thrusting fingers and his sucking mouth, Larissa was silent. And his cock was mostly limp.

He had made little leeway by the time the AED announced: “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

They all moved away from her body. Mitchell dug into the blue bag, pulling out another auto-injector and a small bottle of lube. Mitchell could hear Samuel and Mark whispering to each other until Samuel said, loudly: “I can keep going. Mark’s going to help you, Mitchell. Accept the help.”

“No shock advised. Resume CPR for two minutes.”

“What?” Mitchell asked. He registered that Mark and Samuel hadn’t switched; Samuel was still performing deep and rapid compressions. Mark kneeled beside him.

“I can help you, Mitchell,” Mark said softly. “I can help get you ready.”

“And we never have to talk about it again,” Samuel muttered. “…twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…”

Mark reached out and ran his hand up the back of Mitchell’s thigh.

Oh! Mitchell thought. He turned his head, looking for Mark. When he met his eyes, the other man was flushed and somber-looking.

“Yes,” Mitchell said. He shifted to give Mark easier access and then resumed his attentions on Larissa. He heard some shuffling behind him and then beneath him and realized Mark was on his back, sliding beneath Mitchell and between his open legs. Mark’s strong hands reached up and grasped Mitchell’s hips, pulling them down toward his waiting mouth. Mitchell’s eyes closed as Mark’s mouth enveloped him, warm and wet. 

Mitchell jolted out of his body, the four of them suddenly in front of him like a movie or a play. Larissa, pale and still on the floor. Samuel, pumping her chest with a desperate expression on his face. Her large breasts bobbed and wobbled as her ribcage sank. Her belly popped rhythmically. Her thighs spread wide, his mouth on her clit, his fingers pressed deep and rubbing a firm circle into the spongy wall of her vagina. His naked body spread out between her thighs, his knees wide. His hips gently rocking into Mark’s warm, open mouth. Mark reached up and grabbed Mitchell’s ass, gagging softly. 

Samuel lifted his hands from Larissa’s chest. He quickly opened her airway with a hand under her neck, his other hand pinching off her nose. He sealed his mouth over Larissa’s full lips and gave her breath. Her breasts swelled. Another breath, and his hands stacked on top of her chest. Air puffed out of her as he thrust downward. Her breasts were wobbling again. 

“Huh… huh… huh…” Larissa gasped.

Mitchell fell back into his body, his cock twitching in Mark’s mouth. Arousal was pulsating throughout his body. 

“Analyzing heart rhythm,” the AED chimed in. “Do not touch patient!”

Mitchell pulled back from Larissa as Samuel raised his hands. Mark kept up his attentions, one of his hands moving to encircle the base of Mitchell’s cock. He could feel himself growing hard as Mark licked and sucked and bobbed his head. 

“No shock advised!” the AED said. “Perform two minutes of CPR.”

Mitchell was losing track of how much time had passed and when he was supposed to administer more medication. He lifted his head and reached for another auto-injector, ripping the cap off with his teeth and then jabbing Larissa in the thigh. He moaned involuntarily, his hard-on sinking deep into Mark’s throat.

“Alright,” Mitchell gasped. “That’s… enough. Thank… Thank you.”

Mark immediately released him, breathing hard. He extricated himself and asked: “Do you need anything else before I take over for Samuel?”

“A pillow,” Mitchell said, kneeling between Larissa’s thighs. “Please.”

Time skipped, and he was kneeling on a pillow now, while Mark subbed in for Samuel, his hands covering the purple mark between Larissa’s breasts. Mitchell grasped her hips and lifted them, sliding forward and resting her ass on his thighs. Then he guided his erection inside of her.

Another out-of-body experience, this time hovering above the scene. Samuel bent over her to breathe for her. One, twice. Mark’s hands between her breasts, shoving the heel of his hand into her sternum. Her breastbone sank toward her heart. Larissa’s soft, pale abdomen popped and bulged as her ribcage bobbed up and down. He held her in place with one hand on her hip, thrusting his cock in and out of her as this thumb rubbed firm circles around and over her clit. Her legs had fallen wide, feet rocking from the thrusts inside of her and to her chest. Larissa’s big, light eyes stared up at the ceiling.

Mitchell briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself back in his body. Larissa felt wet and swollen and aroused as he pumped inside of her. Mitchell groaned and muttered: “Come for me, baby.”

Larissa’s body jerked, and she made a growling sound, her legs briefly drawing up before they fell limp. 

“Don’t stop CPR,” Mitchell growled, his eyes shifting to Larissa’s face. She was still staring at nothing, so he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on his rhythm as he thrust inside of her. He released her hip and slipped his hand in beneath his cock, reaching for the cleft of her ass. The angle was uncomfortable for his elbow, so he turned his hand palm down and pressed into her anus with his knuckle. He made himself look at her then, watching her body for any changes.

If this had been real life, the AED would have chimed in a long time ago. But in the dream, the moment seemed to stretch out indefinitely. His body rocking hers as he thrust into her, Mark’s forceful compressions enhancing the motion, making her shoulders shrug. Samuel held her head in place, her airway open and the occasional huff or growl escaping her white lips. 

Larissa’s legs began to tremble, and he felt her muscles tighten around him. He kept up his pace until the spasm turned into a throbbing. Larissa made a snarling noise, her arms drawing up and contorting.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient!”

Mitchell withdrew with a gasp. His erection was almost painful, sensitive to the cooler air outside of her body. He climbed off of her gingerly, somehow knowing he would need to slide to the side before the AED called out: “Shock advised. Charging!”

Mark hovered over the AED, glancing around at Samuel and Mitchell as the machine let out a high-pitched noise. His finger hovered over the flashing orange button. “Nobody touch her!”

“Do not touch patient! Press the shock button. Do not touch patient!’

Mark pressed the button and Larissa’s torso bowed up subtlely. Her arms and legs jerked, and she went limp. 

“Shock delivered. Resume CPR for two minutes.”

“Come on, Larissa!” Mitchell snarled. The dream broke then, their bedroom morphing into a combination of their city condo, their new house, and their recent rental. Mark and Samuel were briefly gone, and he was alone, giving her one-handed compressions and trying to rub her clit with the other hand.

Another blink, and Mark and Samuel were back. Samuel took over chest compressions. Mitchell straddled her right leg and pushed her left leg up, wrapping his arm around her thigh. Then he reached down to rub her clit. 

He’d stopped trying to separate what he was doing from the CPR his brother and his best friend were performing on his wife. If he remembered it was a dream, Mitchell could enjoy the way her breasts jiggled as a blurry, faceless man pumped her chest. He liked watching her soft stomach roll and bulge from the force of the compressions. He even enjoyed watching Mark fill her with air, her chest swelling with his breath. He appreciated Mark’s erection tenting his lounge pants.

Time in the dream slowed. Mitchell’s thrusts were languid and deep. The shadow formerly known as Samuel’s chest compressions were in slow motion. He could better see the force of each compression, bending her ribcage, then coming up with full recoil. The force rolled slowly through her breasts, then traveled down her stomach. Mitchell focused on this motion until he felt himself tighten, a tingling sensation sweeping over him. Heat roared from his scalp to his groin. He stiffened, his rhythm erratic until he stopped altogether, his pelvis pressed tight to hers. His cock throbbed, his toes curled, and Mitchell let out a loud, involuntary moan of satisfaction as he released himself inside of her.

With impeccable dream timing, the AED announced: “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient!”

Shuddering with sensitivity, Mitchell withdrew and gently released her leg. He leaned back against the bed, recovering his breath as the machine analyzed. 

“Shock advised. Charging.”

All three of them fell silent, waiting as the AED let out a loud sound and the orange triangle flashed. “Do not touch patient. Press the shock button! Do not touch—”

Mark pressed the button. This happened in slow motion, too. Her chest muscles contracted and her back arched up off the floor. She hovered there for a fraction of a second. As she dropped back to the rug, her arms and legs spasmed, flinging them further out from her body. Her head lolled. 

“Shock delivered. Continue CPR for two minutes.”

Mark leaned over her, locking his elbows as he pumped. Her head was still leaning to the side, eyes open, body shifting like a rag doll beneath his hands. Her chin nodded with each compression. Mark counted to thirty, then Samuel gave her breaths.

“Does she need more medication?” Mark asked. He pressed down hard into her chest. “One, two, three…”

“Mitchell?” Samuel asked. He let go of Larissa’s face, and the chest compressions shook her head loose again. Her head lolled to the side, making her face visible to Mitchell. As he watched, her mouth gaped open and her eyes rolled.

“Larissa?” he called out, his voice sharp. He climbed to his feet and sprinted around to her head. As he kneeled, Mark lifted his hands from her chest. Mitchell pressed his fingers into her throat.

lubdub…

lubdub…

lubdub…

lubdub…

“She has a pulse!” Mitchell nudged Samuel to the side and leaned over her, his ear close to her mouth. He could just hear her ragged, irregular breathing. Faint and insufficient. “She’s barely breathing, though…”

Mitchell adjusted the tilt of her head. Her eyes slid shut. A few more seconds passed, and Mitchell pinched her nose and sealed his mouth over hers. Her skin felt cool as he blew into her, making her chest visibly rise. Mark dragged the comforter off the bed and used it to cover Larissa’s body. He tucked her in tenderly and then reached down to grip her shoulder. Mitchell gave her another breath. 

“I’m trying 9-1-1 again,” he heard Samuel say.

Mitchell pressed his fingers below her jaw.

lubdub… lubdub… lubdub…

Another breath. His mouth pressed hard to hers. Their lips separated with a “ptthhbbbt!” sound. 

“Larissa!” he called out. “Baby, take a breath!” 

“Mitchell.” He wasn’t sure who was speaking, so he ignored them. The lights in the room dimmed.

Mitchell exhaled into her again, her chest rising and falling.

“Mitchell.”

He gave her breath after breath, Mitchell alternating between feeling her pulse and squeezing her shoulder. He could barely see her now.

“Mitchell!”

“What?!” Mitchell gasped, jerking awake and sitting upright. He felt trapped in bedsheets, kicking and swatting at them as he heaved in a ragged breath. 

“Woah!” Larissa exclaimed, her voice a surprise in the dark. “Um… Google, turn on the… what is it called? Dammit!”

“I’m sorry,” the smart speaker in the corner of the room said. “That device has not been set up yet.”

He heard her heave a sigh. “Honey, are you okay? Um… Oh! Google, turn on Larissa’s bedside lamp.”

The smart speaker played a chime and the lamp on her nightstand clicked on. She was backlit, but he could make her out well enough. He reached for her, his hands skimming up her arms and then cupping her face.

“Did you have a bad dream?” she asked.

Something in the bed felt cold and wet when he shifted. He dropped one hand and patted the sheet near his crotch, felt the moisture from his ejaculate. His face flushed hot. “Dammit.”

Before he could even think to stop her, Larissa reached out and touched the sheet, her hand sliding across until she found the spot in question. “Oh! You’ve been busy without me. Don’t worry, honey! We can just change the sheets…”

Larissa moved to climb out of bed, but Mitchell stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Larissa…”

She pressed her hand over his and waited several seconds for him to continue. When he didn’t, she said: “Kiss me, Mitchell. I think you’ll feel much better.”

--

The series continues with Hurt/Comfort.

[redfilledfantasies]

Invigorated Muscle (Chapter 8 of 8)

The examination room’s stark light softened against the shimmer of sweat on Carmella Hill’s bare skin, tracing slow, gleaming trails down her powerful arms and curved ribs. Her naked body lay vulnerable yet commanding in the medical chair, a fragile temple devoted to study and sensation alike. The extra-strength Bluttreibstoff had roared through her veins, igniting a tempest within that her racing heart struggled to contain. At 180 beats per minute, the pulse echoed with savage insistence, thrumming through the Erwachte Pumpe’s speakers like an ancient war drum, filling the room with a sonic tide that rolled beneath skin and bone with every furious contraction.

Carmella’s breath came in uneven gasps, chest rising and falling beneath the bare curve of her breasts, taut and flushed from the storm coursing within. Her skin glistened, a delicate sheen that caught the harsh glow of the overhead lights and transformed the sterile white into a shimmering stage. Veins rose faintly like tributaries beneath the pale canvas, tracing their silent paths toward the pounding furnace that was her heart. Her long legs were spread wide, feet planted firmly against the cold floor, the muscles subtly quivering in anticipation and electric heat.

Between those legs knelt Lydia Andersson, the embodiment of both predator and healer, a figure carved in grace and raw authority. Her lithe form was bronzed and slick with the residue of exertion, each sinewy muscle flexing with deliberate intent beneath gleaming skin. Fingers poised with surgical precision, Lydia’s long nails skimmed the velvety softness just above Carmella’s cleft before slipping inside with a practiced, teasing ease that drew a sharp moan from the doctor’s parted lips. The scent of their mingling arousal hovered thickly, a pulse of warmth amid the antiseptic chill, as Lydia’s tongue descended, licking languid, wet strokes against the swollen nub of Carmella’s clitoris.

The flow of Carmella’s fluids was unabashed, warm and slick, flooding the space between them, coating Lydia’s face in glistening trails of passion’s proof. Lydia’s mouth and chin bore the shining testament without hesitation, her eager tongue tasting the sharp tang of desire that simmered beneath flesh and blood. Her breath hitched with the heat, soft moans vibrating deep in her throat as the rich, muscled planes of her own chest heaved. The thin, dark peaks of her nipples hardened visibly, standing proud beneath damp skin that shone with the heady mix of exertion and longing.

At the echo-cardiogram console, Bailey Esposito stood apart, a portrait of quiet fascination amidst the tempest. Her slim fingers pressed the doppler probe firmly against the apex of Carmella’s chest, coated in smooth gel that reflected the sterile light with a liquid brilliance. Her hazel eyes, wide and shimmering, flickered between the glowing screen and Carmella’s flushed face, every shiver and moan mirroring the tempestuous dance unfolding beneath the scanner’s gaze.

Bailey’s voice rose, soft but laced with a resolute scientific reverence. “Dr. Hill’s heart is exhibiting a mild but unmistakable enlargement—ventricular walls thickened slightly, echoing the athletic hypertrophy we observed with Dr. Andersson. Valve function remains flawless: mitral and aortic closures are crisp and synchronized, with chamber efficiency elevated beyond resting parameters.”

Her words painted a clinical narrative of wonder—a heart racing in fiery rebellion and refined strength, a living monument forged in sweat and desire. The screen flickered with shifting shades of shadow and light, tracing every flex, every contraction, every pulse that rolled with fierce clarity beneath the tender skin.

Carmella’s moans grew louder, raw and liquid, a vocal symphony harmonizing with the storm pounding in her chest. Each sharp, breathless cry rose and fell with the thunderous beat, a duet of flesh and blood that echoed through the speakers and vibrated in the room’s very air. Lydia’s own moans mingled, sultry and assured, an anchor pulling Carmella deeper into the waves of sensation rippling through their entwined presence.

Lips parted and trembling fingers glided in perfect rhythm, Lydia’s skilled hands seeking and striking that electric spot within Carmella’s core with unwavering intent. Her tongue flicked again and again, savoring the sweet moisture that streamed unabated, the thick proof of devotion and surrender. The traces of Carmella’s release coated every inch of Lydia’s flushed face, wet lips parting with eager thirst to claim every glistening droplet, their shared heat burning bright beneath the unrelenting pulse.

Time fractured in shards of sensation and sound, the clinical cold of the room melting beneath waves of moisture, muscle, and amplified heartbeats. Carmella’s breathing staggered, caught between gasps and moans, limbs slackening into the chair while Lydia remained poised, a fierce conductor weaving the symphony with expert hands and willing lips.

Bailey’s voice punctuated the charged silence with quiet observations, each phrase a strand woven between raw flesh and scientific inquiry. “Heart rate at 180 beats per minute is extraordinary under this level of stimulation. Stroke volume has increased notably, indicating a cardiac output that rivals elite endurance exertion. Valve timing remains perfect despite the intense arrhythmic stress—no signs of early dysfunction.”

Her focus betrayed a blend of awe and mounting respect, fingers dancing lightly across the console as she recorded every flicker of data. The raw power beneath Carmella’s breast was a paradox of fragility and might, a living testament to endurance pushed beyond the margins.

As Carmella’s moans deepened, rising with the pounding of her heart, the space between desire and study dissolved into a singular pulse of life. Lydia’s fingers moved in wet arcs, the electric rush of friction and pressure sculpting waves of sensation that wrapped tightly around Carmella’s core like a vise of fervent need. The wet heat pooled and spilled freely, gliding down Lydia’s chin and throat, the taste rich and intoxicating.

The walls of the clinical chamber seemed to hum in response, the speakers carrying the fierce cadence with crystalline purity—every valve snap and ventricle’s contraction magnified into a primal anthem. In that moment, science and flesh converged into a singular force, a living portrait of vulnerability and power, a shared journey into the heart’s wild, sacred dance.

Carmella’s fingers trembled as they slid beneath her own hips, seeking solace in the slick heat gathering there—a mirror to the fingers plunging deep between her legs. Her moans and the relentless beat pulsed as one: a tattoo of longing and release, a frantic symphony that echoed beneath skin and instrument, a shared celebration of the beating heart in all its furious glory.

Carmella’s breath caught in a desperate, ragged gasp, words tumbling like fragile leaves caught in a violent gust. “I—I’m gonna cu—” she began, voice trembling on the edge of surrender, but the sentence was devoured by the wild crescendo of release erupting deep within her. The torrent broke free, a fierce, liquid surge that spilled unbidden from the fragile vessel of her body, thick and viscous—a tangible outpouring of desire’s raw proof.

The slick warmth streamed unrelenting, cascading in heavy rivers that drenched Lydia’s face and mouth. The golden light caught on the glistening droplets as they traced sinuous paths down Lydia’s cheeks, pooling along her jawline and dribbling with tempting abandon from parted lips. Without hesitation, Lydia drank deeply, eager tongue sliding forth to taste the heady essence. Her lips closed around the thick nectar, swallowing with ravenous relish, eyes half-lidded and shimmering with profound satisfaction.

The room pulsed with their mingling breaths and damp skin—a sanctuary steeped in wet heat and the primal melody of their hearts thrumming in ecstatic union. Carmella’s legs trembled, knees trembling against the cold floor as every nerve fired with exquisite, raw intensity. Her fingers gripped the sides of the chair with a white-knuckled desperation, fingernails biting faint crescents into taut flesh, seeking an anchor in the swirling storm.

Through the silent speakers, the Erwachte Pumpe broadcast the relentless tale with unfiltered clarity. Carmella’s heart faltered suddenly, rhythm skipping—a startled pulse missing its mark, an arrhythmia spiraling into a savage irregularity that rattled the acoustic nerves of the room. The thunderous beat, once an unwavering anthem, fractured into erratic stutters and galloping bursts, each deviation carving jagged lines into the canvas of sound. The aortic valve’s crisp closure faltered, valves hesitating before snapping with uneven cadence, echoing the wild frenzy of an engine seized by force beyond reason.

At the console, Bailey’s breath caught sharply, eyes wide as the patterns on the echo-cardiogram flickered with frantic urgency. Her finger pointed at the chaotic storm of light and shadow on the screen. “Oh my God, Dr. Andersson! Look at this!” Her voice was breathless, a mixture of scientific awe and sharp alarm as the cardiac imagery revealed the drama unfolding inside Carmella’s chest.

The ventricular walls, previously swollen with muscular hypertrophy, throbbed visibly larger in near-real time, each contraction pushing boundaries of force and size, the organ expanding like a restless leviathan confined within fragile ribs. The auricles pulsed erratically, waves crashing against one another in a dissonant rhythm that threatened collapse but somehow held within the precarious dance of physiology.

Lydia rose slowly, knees giving way as she abandoned the shelter of Carmella’s legs. Her face shone with a luminous sheen—trails of Carmella’s viscous essence clung stubbornly to flushed skin, the sheen catching the harsh clinical light in droplets that glittered like jewels. Her eyes glittered with wild satisfaction, lips curled in a soft, victorious smile as she traced languid fingertips down her own cheek, the dampness a silent trophy of shared ecstasy and wild discovery.

Behind her, Carmella remained suspended in a trance-like void, eyes glazed and unfocused, body slack and trembling. Breath wavered between shallow gasps and low moans, muscles alternately twitching and surrendering to the storm that raged behind shuttered eyelids. The relentless pounding of her heart, wild and fractured, echoed through the machine’s speakers like a desperate call from an unraveling soul.

Bailey’s gaze flickered once more to the data streams cascading in endless columns of light. Despite the overwhelming arrhythmia, her analytical mind grasped the fragile threads of safety woven beneath the chaos. “All other cardiac metrics remain within normal parameters,” she murmured, voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Stroke volume, ejection fraction, valve integrity—remarkably stable, given the ventricular enlargement and rhythm disturbance.”

The clinical wonder and horror tangled thickly in the air, as Carmella’s heart chose that moment to silence its fierce chorus abruptly. The speakers fell mute—the sudden void a deafening scream in the charged stillness. On the echo-cardiogram, the enlarged heart froze mid-beat, muscles rigid in suspended animation as if time itself hesitated at the brink.

For five excruciating seconds, the room held its breath. Faces hovered in tense quiet, eyes locked in horrified fascination and desperate hope. The stillness was a living thing—heavy, viscous, the weight of suspended life filling every inch of air and silence. Carmella’s chest rose once, twice, shallow and shallower as if straining to summon the fierce rhythm that had powered her moments before.

Then—a shudder tore through the room as a violent contraction burst forth. The heart roared back to life with primal force, muscles clenching in a furious anthem that rattled glass and bone alike. The speakers once more surrendered to the thunderous beat—a steady, commanding sinus rhythm now beating at a deep, measured sixty cycles per minute. The swollen organ pulsed with a strength both terrifying and awe-inspiring, each throb a vow of endurance against the void that had nearly claimed it.

The frozen tableau melted away, replaced by the fierce, disciplined cadence of life reclaiming its dominion. Carmella’s chest heaved, breath ragged but steadying as awareness began to stitch together the fragmented edges of consciousness. Around her, the charged air trembled with the residual echo of that breathtaking surge—the unyielding testament to a heart that had danced on the razor’s edge and returned whole, fierce, and unbroken.

The fragile boundary between flesh and machine blurred, where science and desire coalesced into a singular, untamed pulse—wild, unyielding, and endlessly alive.

The examination room lay steeped in hushed reverence, Carmella Hill’s body reclining in the chair like a sleeping sentinel of human endurance. The deep, resonant beat thrummed steadily through the speakers—a powerful pulse transformed by fire and surrender, each contraction a testament etched in sinew and blood beneath the sterile glow.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, limbs slack but defined beneath pale skin marked by traces of exertion and subtle warmth. The quiet hum of machinery filled the space with a low, steady pulse of life as monitors displayed streams of data in intricate cascades of light and shadow. Despite the storm that had raged moments before, Carmella’s heart now beat with a fierce clarity, each contraction ringing out with amplified strength—deeper, broader, and unmistakably potent.

At the console, Bailey Esposito’s fingers danced lightly over the keyboard, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and awe. She leaned in closer, lips parted slightly as she whispered her analysis into the quiet room. “The rapid hypertrophy we’re seeing is unprecedented in such a short window. The myocardium has thickened remarkably, reinforcing stroke volume while adapting to the heightened demand imposed by the aphrodisiac stimulus.” Her gaze flickered toward the detailed images scrolling across the screen—the thickened ventricular walls, the enhanced contractile force etched into the contours of muscle and fiber.

“This is an incredible adaptive response,” Bailey continued, voice steady but rich with fascination. “The heart is compensating for extreme physiological stress, remodeling itself dynamically to preserve function despite the arrhythmic episode. The efficiency of blood ejection has improved, and there’s no indication of ischemia or fatigue at this stage.”

Lydia Andersson moved with a careful, reverent grace, stepping quietly to Carmella’s side. Her fingers curved softly, trailing a gentle path across the pale skin of Carmella’s chest directly over the site where the fierce heart pulsed strong beneath bone and flesh. The touch was both soothing and admiring—a silent communion bridging physicality and scientific marvel. Each powerful contraction pressed against Lydia’s fingertips, the strength and rhythm palpable in ways that transcended mere data.

“Such an incredible specimen you are, Doctor.” Lydia murmured in her rich German accent, voice thick and low, saturated with both respect and something more intimate. Her sapphire eyes fixed unwaveringly on Carmella’s chest, imagining the vast, expanded heart throbbing within—a living monument to endurance wrought in fire and flesh.

Bailey returned her attention to the readings, her brow furrowing with careful concentration even as admiration flickered behind her eyes. The figures aligned—pressure gradients, ejection fractions, flow dynamics—all underscoring the extraordinary tale of transformation played out beneath their observation. The rare window into such potent cardiac resilience was a gift few researchers could claim.

The two women exchanged a subtle glance, a wordless recognition of the shared journey and the magnitude of discovery still unfolding. The experience transcended clinical observation, blossoming into a rare fusion of science, wonder, and the human heart’s inscrutable grace.

Through the speakers, Carmella’s now-tempered heartbeat continued its potent rhythm, a steady, powerful metronome marking time in the fragile sanctum. Each throb resonated deeply, an unspoken hymn echoing beyond the walls—a testament to survival, to endurance, to the fierce beauty of life itself.

Together, Lydia and Bailey stood watch, guardians of this rare pulse that beat beyond limits, threading promise into the cool night air of the Manhattan clinic. Ahead lay untold depths of inquiry and revelation, bound forever to the enduring spirit housed within one woman’s heart.

[ajkuerschner]

We sleep in the guest room. The rest of the family flew home by private jet. I close my eyes and process the last hours in my dream. When I open the eyelids, it is still dark, but I feel wide awake. The impression of having to go to the toilet creeps up on me and on the way there it gets wet between my legs. Splish splash „Shit,“ I curse softly. „What’s going on?“ Keane is standing in his bedroom door. „The amniotic sac has opened.“ „Don’t worry, I’ll wipe it off. Do you need anything?” „Yes, a new pair of underpants.“ He brings me one and gets a towel from the bathroom. „Thank you.“

„Do you already feel contractions?“ I listen to myself. „No, not yet.“ „Don’t delay to let me know when the birth is progressing. If you want, I can build the birth pool for you.” „Do you still have it?“ „Well... Yes, I have.“ „I’m trying to ly down again.“ „Sure, I’ll do that too.“ In the guest room I change my underwear and slip under the duvet. However, lying down does not feel right. So I sneak out again and go into the living room, where I light the fireplace. I sit down and the dancing flames hypnotize my mind. - „Amy, is everything okay?“ Keane pulls me out of the trance. „Yes, why?“ „Wein, you’ve been moaning for a few minutes.“

„Oh, I didn’t notice that.“ „Wenn, do you have a feeling like you want to give birth?“ “Currently I feel...” A wave interrupts my answer. „Pool?“ I shake my head. „Here?“ I nod. „Then I’ll bring you the pool tarpaulin and some towels. Do you need a blanket?“ The ache is over. „Thank you, yes.“ „Okay.“ Keane gathers everything together and prepares the birthplace while I take the other waves. With this birth, I want to move a lot. Keane pumps up the Pezziball from the last pregnancy and I circle my pelvis, change the position again and again, rest my arms on the ball and feel how the head comes. I go with the rubber ball to the prepared birthplace and continue to breathe deeply into my stomach. Keane holds me by the wrists. He looks past me. „Sure you can feel the baby’s head, Amy?“ „Yes.“ Do you mind if I check or should the midwife take care of it? Did you even let her know?” „In this pregnancy I did without a midwife.“ „Oh, oh, and you mean...“ „Keane!“ I try to talk during the aire. “Doubts have no place here. You should know that, from...“ „Yes, I know. You are a strong woman, a doer. You can do it. You’ve done it before.” Something touches the tarpaulin. “Amy...” “What is?” „The legs come first.“ „Okay.“ „And you were right. It’s a boy.” Wave after wave I feel that the little one is slying out of my body. „The only thing missing is Amy’s head.“ I continue to focus on breathing and let my body perform the birth process. „Ah!“ I groan suddenly. I reach between my legs and hold our son. Keane and my eyes meet. For a moment I feel transported back. „Birdy, Gwen is awake and calling for you, what... are you doing here?“ Santi’s voice makes me return to the here and now. „It’s a boy,“ I say, beaming with joy and holding him in my arms. „You gave birth to our child... with Keane?!“ „Hey, brother. Please calm down.“ I hide their conversation and look at every tiny detail of the little earthling. Leaning against the sofa, I put it on my stomach. With his own strength he pulls himself to the chest and docks. After drinking enough, he lets go of the mammille and we cuddle. Renewed labors give birth to the placenta. “I need a flashlight,” I say. Since no one reacts, I look around. „Hey!“ I say a little sharply. The twins are going to each other’s collars again. “A flashlight, now.” Keane hands me his cell phone. When I see the lock screen, I linger for a moment. It’s the photo of me and Gwen from the album we gave him for his birthday. Oh boy With the flashlight function I examine the placenta. It is complete and the umbilical cord pulsates slowly. „Someone please get a string?“ „Yes,“ I hear both of them say. Santi sits down to take me and puts an arm around my shoulder. I lean my head against him. „I was so with myself and the little one that I didn’t waste any thought about whether you wanted to be there.“ „Well, hopefully it won’t have been the last time.“ I smile and gently stroke our baby’s head. „However, next time will hopefully take place with us.“ „Or on the toilet,“ I say and we laugh. „He looks like a...“ Santiago begins to say. „Ayden,“ we both say. „Ayden Nael,“ I add. „A really impressive name,“ commented Keane. We smile at the little boy. „Mom. My brother?” Gwen asks and snuggles up to us. „Yes.“ - Santi receives the honor of tying the umbilical cord and with a small fire ritual we dissolve the connection between child and placenta. After that I dress warmly and we snuggle up in the postpartum, which we will spend here, contrary to expectations.

[possiblylisle]

On the Pond's Surface: Part Nine

The council finally gave up and granted Wakako the antimatter cell she wanted. Almost immediately, she set herself onto preparing the next trial while Bon tried and failed to figure out how Grant could draw antimatter from the cell without cracking it open.

                “Let me help before you accidentally shatter that thing and get yourself killed.” Grant reached over to take the cell from Bon, but it scuttled away, passing the cell to the braided arms of its back.

                “No. I will handle this; you must continue to rest before we conduct our next test.”

                Grant stepped closer, trying to reach around the Tendrid’s body to grab the cell. “I am getting plenty of rest, and you forget that I used to work with these cells all the time. I know how they work and how they pump fuel into a skip drive.” He feinted, causing Bon to stumble and pass the cell directly into Grant’s open arms. “Do you see these parts at the end? That is where the antimatter comes out. It’s drawn out by the drive’s catalyst.”

                He pointed toward the narrow end of the cell, opposite its carrying handle. At the very tip of the narrow end were three small, solid circles that faintly pulsed with the light of churning antimatter. Holding the cell out toward Bon, he allowed it to be taken back.

                “What is your suggestion then?” Bon inspected the cell closer, rotating it in its tendrils.

                “We’ve established already that my body functions like a skip drive, so I think as long as the cell’s injectors are touching my skin the antimatter will get pulled out by my body’s catalyst, or catalyst equivalent.”

                Bon moved the cell to one of the eyes on its body’s side, freeing the front to look up at Grant. “And you are sure that that will work?”

                “Nope but it’s the best we’ve got.”

                Wakako finalized the parameters for the next test and pushed Grant to begin immediately. Bon protested, demanding a longer resting period, Grant did not.

                The sooner we figure out if this works, the sooner I go home.

                She had altered the range of the test, extending the goal from one week to two, arguing that he’d be able to go further with the antimatter from the cell. Bon continued to protest, Wakako and Grant continued to move forward. The day came and Wakako loaded him into the shuttle. Bon counselled him on mental exercises to keep himself centered and sane. They ran the test.

                With the cell’s injection ports pressed firmly against his skin, Grant made the bubble. He held it closed, unconsciously calculating just how long to hold before letting it pop. The physical strain was lessened as he felt the untethered coursing of the cell’s fuel pumping into his skin. Instinct told him to stop. He dropped the bubble and felt his back slap against the cafeteria floor. The midnight lighting was on, but the room was clear. The antimatter cell pulsed with weaker power.

                He quickly returned to his quarters and dressed just as the future Wakako had instructed. Bringing the antimatter cell with him, he barged into the Doctor’s quarters and stood by her sleeping face. The glow from his skin irritated her awake and he relayed the newest code phrase, clutching the cell in his arms as further evidence.

                Success.

                Six weeks later, they ran the next test, sending Grant one month into the past. The cell emptied itself of the last of its reversal fuel and he made up the difference with his own. The code phrase was relayed, and the empty cell turned over to Wakako. Success.

                Almost there, Grant thought as he flopped back on his bed hours after the test and post-test examinations were finished. I’m coming for you Kimi.

“The Flotilla’s council is delaying us again,” Wakako announced over dinner two weeks after their most recent success.

                “What’s their reasoning this time? Don’t want to hand over more antimatter cells?” Grant poked at his food, not feeling particularly hungry.

                Wakako regarded him with a look over her glasses and mindless swirling of an empty fork through the air. “No. I’ve managed to thoroughly convince them to provide any antimatter cells that we may acquisition. The University of Opportunity finally gave me the grant I’d been asking for to pay for testing materials. The problem comes from the Flotilla’s rigid schedule. They’ve scheduled another skip for three days from now and until then they are refusing to give me antimatter.”

                “Fair enough. They don’t want a repeat of my home ship. Best thing we can do is wait.” He finally felt the urge to eat something, scooping a small amount of food into his mouth.

                Bon’s talk-box chattered as it continued to eat its dinner. “This is perfect for us then! We will all have an opportunity to get some well-deserved rest.” It turned slightly so that one of its eyes faced Grant. “I will be forwarding you recordings of guided meditation to help you keep yourself aligned. I highly encourage you use them.” It then turned its attention to Wakako. “For you, I am strongly recommending that you spend the next three days doing no work unless it is absolutely necessary.”

                Wakako simply nodded in response.

                The three continued to exchange meaningless small talk as they ate. Once their food was gone or cold they returned their dishes and utensils, leaving the cafeteria.

                Separating himself from the other two Grant took the long way back to his quarters. Passing through corridors that led him close to the ship’s outermost hull, he watched the void outside through a porthole, sitting beside it with his back resting against a beam.

                The scheduled skip was convenient, exactly what he had needed. His plan before that hadn’t been great. He didn’t know how he’d convince Wakako, Bon and the Flotilla council that an entire year’s worth of antimatter cells would be necessary for the next trial, so the skip would be a useful way to avoid that conversation.

                Taking cells from the shuttle’s skip drive wouldn’t take long. He could have them lined up and ready to use within a few minutes; plenty of time before the skip to prepare himself. But before that was the matter of Bon and Wakako. He’d tell them, of course he would. They already knew this was something he wanted, and he suspected they would soon realize what he could do during the skip. The problem was finding a way to convince them he could really do it.

                We have three days; I’ll find the time. He stood up and pushed himself away from the beam. Leaving behind the porthole, he leisurely strolled back through the corridors all the way to his quarters. He opened the door and stalked over to his bed, sitting on its edge.

                The reader on his nightstand chirped and the screen glowed to life. Swiping it from the stand’s top, he opened the notification. A message from Bon. He opened it. Inside was a link to a recording of some guided meditation class along with a written message from Bon.

I hope these are sufficient to aid you in mental fortification

                                                              -Uwunau’me’bon

                Grant let slip a tiny chuckle and set the reader aside. Slipping his hand into the open slot directly under the nightstand’s top, he grabbed a pair of headphones and slipped them on. Quickly connecting them to his device he got comfortable on the floor and started the recording, following its instructions.

                The meditation’s facilitator was a small Shaza. Their speaking voice was naturally soft, guiding the people around them. Directing them to empty their minds and focus solely on a single point. Grant did as he was told and focused solely on the only thing he could think of.

                There you are, Kimi.

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[mini-and-mighty]

4 things you can do to feel better physically- fast, easy, and (mostly) free.

As your Friendly Neighborhood Personal Trainer, I know full well just how difficult it is to keep up with physical health. There are a lot of different factors and limitations (financial, time, spoons, disability, etc) that affect how we take care of ourselves.

It can also be super expensive. I fully believe in the value of the service I provide, (and I also need to pay rent) but I recognize that having a personal trainer or coach is a luxury. So I thought I'd share four things you can do every day to improve your physical health. They're simple, scientifically backed, and have little to no cost.

DISCLAIMER: I am a certified personal trainer, not a medical doctor or registered dietician. While I do a ton of research, reccomend all of these things to my clients, and do them myself-- there is no substitute for the advice of your primary care provider. Please please please take the time to critically examine any health advice you find online.

Sound good? Alrighty, here goes.

#1: Hydrate (no seriously)

Yes, I'm starting off with something super generic, but I cannot emphasize enough how much your hydration levels impact your body.

When you're dehydrated, blood thickens, so your heart has to work harder to pump blood through your system. You end up using more energy to do the same task.

More importantly, hydration is critical for brain function. One study using driving simulators found that being mildly dehydrated can have the same effect on cognition as being mildly intoxicated.

The only liquid that dehydrates you is alcohol. Obviously water is ideal, but getting any fluid into your system helps. Bonus points if you include electrolytes, as they help maintain the balance of fluid throughout our tissues. (Liquid IV, gatorade, and coconut water are all easy options.)

#2: Eat fruit

Fruit is a nutritional powerhouse. You've got fiber, antioxidents, vitamins, and fructose.

Fructose is a type of sugar, make no mistake. But your brain needs sugar, to the point where we even have a fancy process called "gluconeogenesis" to make more to feed our cells.

Fructose is amazing though. It's lower on the glycemic index than sucrose or glucose, making it a good choice for those that have to watch their blood sugar levels more closely. It's slower digesting which when paired with the fiber in fruit that also slows digestion, you don't get crazy energy spikes or crashes.

It's also hydrating! Fruit makes a great snack thanks to this combo of hydration and the natural energy boost from the fructose.

#3: Stretch

Yes, also generic as hell, but also very very important. If you want to be able to get up and down from the floor easily, reach for things on high shelves, or do your favorite forms of physical activity for a long time-- you need to stretch regularly.

Our muscles, bones, and joints are covered with layers of supportive connective tissue called fascia. When we're sedentary (because of occupation, pregnancy, injury, disability, depression etc) then that web of tissue gets tangled and almost matted. It can tangle so much that it actually becomes painful to move. Which, of course, makes the problem worse.

Anything is better than nothing, but stretching your joints a little and often will be more sustainable than trying to jump into an hour long yoga class. There are tons of free videos on youtube by certified instructors, including ones made for people with mobility issues.

For bonus points- spend some time doing inversions, or having your head upside down. This helps with the next thing.

#4: Massage

Sounds weird, but trust me.

Like our circulatory system, our lymphatic system helps remove waste from tissues. But the lymphatic system doesn't have a pump to help move the lymphatic fluid like blood is pumped through our veins.

There's lots of ways to help the lymphatic system- hot/cold therapy and physical activity are some of the easiest. (Inversions, like in yoga, are super helpful for getting lymph to move against gravity)

But massage, dry brushing, or acupressure are all great for the lymphatic system and can be done even if you're exhausted, out of spoons, or have limited mobility. Roll a tennis ball firmly along your major muscles and joints to help improve circulation, stimulate lymphatic flow, and work out some of that fascia I mentioned earlier. For an increased effect, use one of those dog toys with the textured surface. Might feel silly, but it works.

There you go! Four ways to help you make keeping up with your physical health a little less overwhelming and complicated.

Just remember that you're a skeleton trapped inside a meat suit and you deserve to be respected, loved, and enjoy life regardless of how your body looks, what it can do, or how much profit it can make for someone else.

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Preserving Home Harmony: The Crucial Role of Routine Plumbing Maintenance

Introduction: Your home's plumbing system is a vital component that ensures the smooth functioning of daily activities such as bathing, cooking, and cleaning. Despite often being overlooked, consistent plumbing maintenance is essential to avoid potential problems that could result in expensive repairs and inconveniences. This article aims to delve into the significance of regular plumbing maintenance and furnish a detailed guide on maintaining your plumbing system in excellent condition.

Advantages of Routine Plumbing Maintenance: Avoidance of Expensive Repairs: Consistent upkeep assists in identifying and addressing minor plumbing issues before they escalate into more significant problems. You can avoid expensive repairs and potential water damage to your home by fixing leaks, clogs, or other issues early on.

Prolonged Longevity of Plumbing Fixtures: Proper care is essential for plumbing to operate at its best and endure longer than other systems. Routine maintenance ensures that your fixtures, pipes, and appliances are in good working condition, contributing to their extended lifespan.

Improved Water Efficiency: Mitigate Water Waste: Plumbing problems such as leaks and inefficient fixtures can result in the unnecessary wastage of water.

Prevent Structural Damage: Leakage and water damage pose a threat to the structural integrity of your home and encourage the development of mould and mildew. Routine inspections and maintenance are vital for recognizing and resolving potential water damage sources before they become serious.

Improved Water Quality: As time passes, sediment, rust, and mineral deposits may collect in your pipes, impacting the overall quality of the water. Consistent flushing and cleaning of pipes contribute to preserving pure and wholesome water, free from contaminants.

Steps for Regular Plumbing Maintenance: Inspect for Leaks: Regularly inspect your plumbing fixtures, pipes, and connections to detect any signs of leaks. Swiftly addressing leaks is crucial to preventing water damage and mould growth.

Clear Clogs: Keep an eye on sluggish drains and promptly deal with blockages using a plunger or plumbing snake. Refrain from utilizing chemical drain cleaners, as they have the potential to harm pipes gradually.

Examine the Water Heater: Regularly inspect your water heater for indications of corrosion, leaks, or inefficiencies in performance. Flushing the tank annually aids in eliminating sediment and preserving optimal efficiency.

Evaluate Water Pressure: Elevated or diminished water pressure may suggest potential plumbing issues. Employ a pressure gauge to assess and regulate water pressure, averting strain on pipes and fixtures.

Manage the Sump Pump: If you possess a sump pump, conduct regular tests to verify its proper functioning. This is essential for mitigating the risk of basement flooding, particularly in periods of intense rainfall.

Protect Pipes in Cold Weather: To avert frozen pipes in colder regions, insulate exposed pipes and disconnect outdoor hoses before the onset of winter to prevent freezing.

Arrange Professional Inspections: At regular intervals, engage the services of a skilled plumber for a thorough inspection. Professionals can detect potential issues that might escape notice during routine checks.

In Conclusion: Regular upkeep of your plumbing system contributes to the resilience and efficiency of your home's plumbing infrastructure. By integrating these preventative measures into your routine, you can steer clear of expensive repairs, promote water conservation, and guarantee the sustained functionality of your plumbing fixtures. Remember that a proactive approach to maintenance is key to a healthy and reliable plumbing system.

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Navigating the World of BMW Car Electrical Services for Reliability and Innovation

In the ever-evolving landscape of automotive technology, luxury car manufacturers like BMW continue to push the boundaries, integrating sophisticated electrical systems to enhance driving experiences. As demand grows for newer models equipped with advanced features, the reliance on electricity becomes more pronounced, powering a plethora of components that contribute to performance, safety, and convenience.

The Role of Electrical Systems in Modern Cars:

The heart of the technological revolution in automobiles lies in the intricate electrical systems that power various special features. These systems draw their energy from sources like batteries and alternators, allowing innovative components to function seamlessly. Over time, automobile engineers have introduced cutting-edge systems, powered by electricity, to provide essential features that contribute to the overall performance of the vehicle.

Components Powered by Electrical Systems:

Luxury cars, particularly those from brands like BMW, boast an array of advanced systems that rely on electrical power. From air conditioning and stereo systems to windshield wipers and exterior lights, the electrical system plays a pivotal role in enabling these features. Additionally, smart functionalities such as ABS, vehicle stability control, cruise control, and anti-theft systems are made possible by the robust electrical infrastructure within the vehicle.

Primary Functions Powered by Electricity:

Beyond the convenience features, the electrical system in modern cars also powers essential components responsible for the vehicle's primary functions. The starter motor, spark plugs, fuel pump, and oxygen sensors are crucial elements that ensure the car starts smoothly, runs efficiently, and adheres to emission standards. The intricate network of circuits facilitates the flow of current, making these components integral to the overall performance of the vehicle.

Electric and Hybrid Cars: Meeting Environmental Demands:

With an increasing emphasis on reducing emissions and diminishing reliance on fossil fuels, electric and hybrid cars have gained popularity. Electric cars operate solely on battery power, producing zero emissions, while hybrid cars can seamlessly switch between petrol and electricity. These environmentally friendly vehicles underscore the importance of electrical systems, making their regular maintenance and service a top priority.

The Need for Electrical Services:

As cars become more complex with advanced electrical systems, the demand for electrical services has risen. Electrical issues in a vehicle can manifest in various ways, from difficulty starting the car to malfunctions in accessories. When faced with electrical faults, it becomes imperative to inspect critical components such as the battery, alternator, wiring, starter, spark plugs, fuses, relays, and various sensors. Regular inspection and maintenance ensure optimal performance and prevent potential issues that could compromise safety.

Electrical Repairs: Addressing Common Issues:

When a car exhibits electrical problems, several components may require inspection and, if necessary, repairs. Common issues include battery problems, faulty connections, issues with switches, relays, fuses, wires, or the output devices themselves. Signs of electrical faults may include difficulty starting the car, prolonged start times, stalling, and malfunctioning accessories. In-depth examination of critical components, such as the ignition system, lighting system, and various sensors, is crucial for identifying and rectifying issues promptly.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the evolution of electrical systems in BMW cars reflects the dynamic nature of automotive technology. From powering luxurious amenities to supporting the essential functions of the vehicle, the electrical system is a cornerstone of modern automobiles. As the automotive industry continues to innovate, with a growing emphasis on environmental sustainability, the role of electrical systems becomes even more critical. Regular electrical services and repairs, conducted by qualified professionals at BMW service centers, are essential to ensure the longevity, safety, and optimal performance of these advanced vehicles. Embracing the advancements in electrical systems not only enhances the driving experience but also contributes to a greener and more sustainable future for the automotive industry.

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How Drag Reducing Agent Chemicals Improve Pipeline Efficiency and Save Costs

Pipelines are of utmost importance in the realm of oil and gas transportation as they facilitate the movement of substantial amounts of these valuable commodities from producing sites to refineries and end-users.  Nevertheless, the transportation of these fluids over extended distances presents various obstacles, such as the occurrence of frictional losses, heightened energy consumption, and escalated operational expenses.  In order to address these difficulties and enhance the efficiency of pipelines, the industry has resorted to the utilisation of drag reduction agent (DRA) chemicals.  Experience seamless flow with advanced solutions offered by Imperial Oilfield Chemicals – one of the leading Drag reducing agent chemical manufacturers in India.

This blog post aims to examine the mechanisms of action of DRA compounds, elucidate their advantages, and analyse their role in generating substantial financial savings. 

Understanding Drag in Pipelines:

When a fluid traverses a pipeline, it encounters friction with the inner surface of the pipe, resulting in resistance and subsequent pressure reductions.  The phenomenon of resistance, sometimes referred to as "drag," is responsible for a reduction in the velocity of fluid flow, an increase in the energy required for pumping, and an elevation in overall energy consumption.  The magnitude of drag is contingent upon the characteristics of the fluid, the dimensions of the pipeline, and the velocity of the flow.  In the context of hydrocarbon transportation pipes, the phenomenon of drag can result in a reduction in pressure, necessitating the allocation of additional pumping energy to sustain the required flow rate.

Enter Drag Reducing Agents (DRA):

Drag Reducing Agents (DRA) refer to a specific category of chemical compounds that are intentionally introduced into the fluid stream in order to reduce the drag experienced within pipelines.  Drag reduction agents (DRAs) have been found to be remarkably efficient in mitigating frictional losses, hence facilitating enhanced fluid flow within pipelines.  These devices function through the manipulation of fluid dynamics, resulting in a favourable flow condition characterised by reduced turbulence and diminished presence of eddies and swirls within the fluid flow.

How Drag Reducing Agents Work?

DRA molecules operate at the molecular scale and are commonly characterised by their elongated polymer structure.  Upon introduction into the pipeline fluid, these polymers undergo alignment in the direction of flow, resulting in the formation of a protective layer that minimises the interaction between the fluid and the inner surface of the pipe.  This phenomenon leads to a decrease in wall shear stress and turbulence, leading to a corresponding reduction in frictional and pressure losses.  Consequently, the fluid is able to traverse the pipeline with diminished resistance, thereby sustaining an elevated flow rate and necessitating a reduced amount of pumping power.

Benefits of Using Drag Reducing Agents:

Enhanced Pipeline Efficiency: Through the reduction of drag and frictional losses, the utilisation of Drag Reducing Agents (DRAs) substantially enhances the overall efficiency of the pipeline.  The augmented flow rate results in enhanced throughput and decreased transit durations for the conveyed fluids.  Maximize flow capacity, trust expertly formulated Drag reducing agent chemical in Vadodara offered by Imperial Oilfield Chemicals!

Energy Savings:  By minimising resistance, the pumping demands are decreased, leading to significant energy conservation.  The use of energy-efficient practices in operations has a beneficial effect on the environment by contributing to the mitigation of greenhouse gas emissions.

Extended Pipeline Lifespan:  The extension of the pipeline lifespan can be attributed to the reduction in friction and turbulence, which subsequently results in less stress on the inner walls of the pipeline.  This reduction in stress contributes to the prolonged operational life of the pipeline and then leads to a reduction in associated maintenance costs.

Cost Savings:  Cost savings can be achieved through the combined advantages of enhanced efficiency and energy conservation, resulting in direct reductions in expenses.  Operators have the ability to enhance the cost-effectiveness of hydrocarbon and fluid transportation by employing Drag Reducing Agents (DRAs).

Enhanced Safety:  DRAs also contribute to improved safety through the mitigation of pressure variations and the reduction of the potential for pipeline instability, hence mitigating the danger of accidents or failures.

Implementing DRA Solutions:

The process of incorporating DRA solutions into pre-existing pipeline systems is a very uncomplicated endeavour.  Chemical substances are introduced into the pipeline at designated locations, and their quantity can be modified according to the flow rates and specific attributes of the pipeline.  The flexibility provided enables operators to customise the DRA treatment according to the specific requirements of each pipeline, hence optimising the advantages derived from it.

Final Thoughts:

The implementation of Drag Reducing Agent (DRA) chemicals proves to be a viable strategy for enhancing pipeline efficiency, mitigating operational expenses, and bolstering safety measures during the transit of hydrocarbons and various fluids.  Through the process of minimising drag and frictional losses, Drag Reducing Agents (DRAs) effectively optimise flow rates, minimise energy consumption, and enhance the longevity of pipelines. 

The execution of this strategy has a mutually beneficial outcome for both pipeline operators and the environment, as it effectively encourages the adoption of sustainable practices and responsible transportation of resources.  With the continuous advancement of technology, it is anticipated that the oil and gas industry will witness the emergence of increasingly inventive approaches to enhance pipeline operations and further mitigate the environmental impact associated with carbon emissions.  To enhance your pipeline lifespan, get innovative Drag Reducing Agents manufactured and supplied by Imperial Oilfield Chemicals - one of the best Drag reducing agent manufacturers in Vadodara for long-term performance!

[atwhisky]

The Ultimate Guide to Cooling And Heating: Every Little Thing You Need to Know

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A/C, or Home Heating, Ventilation, as well as Air Conditioning, plays a vital function in maintaining the convenience and indoor air top quality of our houses and also industrial rooms. Whether it's keeping us cozy in chilly winters months or trendy throughout scorching summers, heating and cooling systems are an indispensable component of our day-to-days live. In this detailed guide, we will certainly delve right into the world of HVAC, exploring its components, features, upkeep tips, as well as energy-saving techniques. Whether you're a property owner aiming to upgrade your heating and cooling system or a curious private thinking about finding out more concerning this modern technology, this overview has got you covered!Understanding the fundamentals of heating and cooling

is essential for making informed choices concerning your home's home heating and also cooling needs. We will begin by breaking down the different components of a cooling and heating system, including heaters, ac unit, warmth pumps, and thermostats. You will learn how each element works and also just how they interact to produce a comfortable atmosphere. Additionally, we will review the relevance of regular maintenance to ensure optimum efficiency as well as longevity of your a/c system. We will certainly give valuable ideas on cleansing or changing air filters, looking for leakages, as well as organizing expert examinations to avoid failures as well as expensive repairs. Lastly, we will certainly discover energy-saving techniques, such as programmable thermostats and area heating/cooling, that can help you lower your power consumption as well as lower your utility expenses. Join us on this heating and cooling trip and end up being an educated homeowner or a well-rounded individual with a deeper understanding of this crucial technology!

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