#Types of Lubrication Systems

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A UPDATED Comprehensive Guide to Everything Transformers

I previously wrote this a while back and now have a lot i would like to add.

As a newcomer to the fandom, I found many fandom knowledge and terms to be quite confusing and at times contradictory, so I decided to make a guide to essentially everything TF related, meta and in-universe. I will try my best to get the basics of “everything” but this is a fandom that spans dozens of pieces of media and four decades, longer than I’ve been alive. I will probably miss a fair bit and might get some things wrong, so feel free to reblog with relevant editions.

This is intended to be a basic guide, so only the most bare bones of info will be provided. Meant to be a reference, not the sole point of understanding.

First, the in-universe stuff. I will simply provide a list of terms and definitions I find to be useful. Keep in mind that the majority of this, or all of it, in some sections, are just fan made terms that have little to no canonical merit. They are fun to use, but don’t feel pressured to do so.

Note that I won’t cover the NSFW stuff as I don’t read or write it. With that said I would first like to get out of the way the CANONICAL Cybertronian biology.

Cybertronians reproduce asexually, via the Allspark. This is why both factions try so hard to recover it in many continuities. Because of this, they are all biologically the same, but present their gender in different ways. Some are male and others are female and in Earthsprk recently we finally got our first canon non binary TF character.

This is not to say you can’t write the robots doing it, but do note that in canon they do not.

BODY PARTS (the majority of this is fandom head canon):

Helm - head

Pede - feet

Optics - eyes

Chassis - chest (chest plates refer to the actual armor on top of it)

Servo - hand

Energon line/fuel line - vein

Spark - This one is difficult, because it’s their literal physical heart and their metaphorical soul. For the sake of physical terms though it’s a heart.

Spark chamber - The chamber within the chest where the spark is kept safe.

Audials - Ears

Vocalizer - voice box

Frame - body in general

Processor - Brain/mind

Dentae - teeth

Glossa - tongue

Energon (in terms of the body) - blood

Lubricant/coolant/trans fluid - non-blood bodily fluids

HUD - An internal screen where files are stored that can also display warnings like low fuel

Fuel tank - Digestive system/stomach

Intake - mouth

Vocalizer - voicebox

Battle mask - a protective piece of plating that goes over the face in battle. Think Optimus's

Anything with “plates” in it (I.e wrist plate or back plate) - the armor over a certain area

Armor/plating - the tough outer shell of a Cybertronian, made of metal. The part we see

Protoform - the definition of this varies wildly from continuity to continuity but I consider it to be the softer more fragile part of a Cybertronian under their armor

Transformation cog/t-cog - the organ that allows Cybertronians to transform, including their integrated tools and weaponry. Can be disabled or removed

Recharge - sleep

Stasis - a more long term state of rest, akin to hibernation or a coma. Can be induced medically in states of emergency or for long distance travel

Alt mode/vehicle mode - What a Cybertronian turns into. Usually a vehicle but can also be something else.

Minicon - A very small Cybertronian. May deploy off of a bigger one, such as Soundwave and his cassettes

Flight frame - the body of a Cybertronian who turns into something that flies

Seeker - a very particular type of flight frame that turns into a jet. Usually generalized as “any flight frame that looks like Starscream”

Grounder - usually an insulting term used by flight frames to describe ground based vehicle modes

Combiner/gestalt - Multiple Cybertronians who transform and combine to form a very big one

Titans/cityformers - very large Cybertronians who turn into something masisve

Sparkling - a very young Cybertronian

Modesty panel/interface panel - the panel between the legs

For anything I missed, check here for a more detailed and comprehensive guide.

There is also a whole other list of NSFW terms that I won't get into - however you are welcome to reblog w/additions.

GENERAL

Cybertron: The home world of all Cybertronians. However, Cybertronians also inhabit other planets like Velocitron, or, during the war, Earth

Primus: Not only is he the Cybertronian equivalent of a creator god, but he is quite literally Cybertron (that is his alt mode). The embodiment of good. Produces normal energon.

Unicron: The embodiment of evil. Sometimes he transforms into Earth itself. Sometimes a planet eating monster. Produces dark energon. Sometimes Primus’s brother

Energon: The fuel source all Cybertronians require to survive. In its raw form it is a blue crystal that can be processed into liquid cubes (in some continuities it may be other colors). Cybertron is rich with it and it also powers most Cybertronian technology, such as ground bridges and ships. It can also be found naturally in other planets like Earth.

Synthetic energon: Artificially created energon

Dark energon: A purple form of energon from Unicron. Had the power to corrupt and tie those who consume it to Unicron himself

Datapad: a computer or tablet.

Berth/recharge slab: Bed

Berthroom/habsuite: Bedroom

Brig: Prison/holding cells, usually on a ship

Stasis pod: An escape pod or other small ship component meant to induce stasis artificially for long distance or long term travel

Stasis cuffs: Cuffs that restrict movement and the ability to transform or used integrated weaponry

Mechanimals/mechafauna: Cybertron’s native wild life that is also made of metal and has some transforming abilities

Allspark: What creates new Cybertronians and where all Cybertronian sparks and souls go when they die. Sometimes a physical object.

Vector Sigma: A super computer at Cybertron’s core that has immmense capabilities

Prime: a position of extreme power and leadership chosen and bestowed by the Matrix of Leadership toward those it deems worthy

Matrix of Leadership: Resides in the chest of the current Prime. Chooses those it deems worthy. Can be passed on. It’s power can be of great use, such as to aide in combatting Unicron

Functionism: the belief that one’s alt mode at birth determines their worth and their place in society. Led to the creation of the Decepticon movement in some continuities

Senate: Cybertron’s pre-war government that was extremely corrupt

Iacon: The former capital and seat of the Senate. Sometimes the Autobot base of operations. Optimus is from here

Kaon: a more rough and rugged city where the Decepticon movement began. Megatron is from here

Pits of Kaon: Megatron likes to reference this a lot. Essentially the gladiatorial arenas

Sea of Rust: a very dangerous sector of wilderness on Cybertron

The Ark: primary autobot ship

The Nemesis: primary Decepticon ship

An addition to the definition for kibble: No one fucking knows. Probably armor?

Another note about kibble is that it usually describes physical qualities in toys, but can also be used to describe parts on the character themself.

Mech/femme: Used to describe male and female robots respectively, but mech can also be used as more of a gender neutral term. Mech specifically can also be used in slang as a substitute for words like “dude.”

Time: Cybertronian time is complicated and it’s worsened by the fact that every continuity seems to have a different way to tell time. Fans will use versions that they like or make up their own. With any luck, there should be a conversion chart in the notes. Here are the most common and essential ones:

Nano-klik: second

Klik: minute

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Joor: hour

Cycle: day

Vorn: 83 years

I am almost certainly forgetting a ton so please reblog with your additions!

Second, the meta stuff. AKA how the fuck am I supposed to get into the media itself? First of all, it’s important to establish that there’s no wrong way to enjoy Transformers. Some people only watch one or two shows, or just the movies, or just the comics, or just like the toys themselves. It’s such a diverse and large fandom and there’s no way to do it wrong.

A short detour to explain Hasbro and Takara, which are two companies you'll hear thrown around a lot, especially in the toy section of the fandom. Hasbro is the company that owns Transformers and does most of the marketing and makes the toys, shows, movies, etc (while of course working with outside studios). They're quite a big company that owns a number of other properties too.

TakaraTomy is a Japanese company that Hasbro has been business partners with for as long as TF has been a thing. They do a lot of designing and manufacturing work alongside Hasbro, along with releasing their own Masterpiece toyline and exclusives. That's why their company name is on the box the same as Hasbro's logo.

I can’t possibly list every piece of TF media but here I will put a few that are often discussed within the fandom and have high degrees of popularity. Most of the shows are now free on YouTube on the official Transformers channel. By no means do you have to watch ALL of these, but I will put asterisks on the ones I feel are relevant or the fandom seems to like the most.

COMICS

The IDW comics are typically what people

The comics are very long and complicated and span over a decade. IDW lost their license recently so ever since then the comics have been (long) out of print. There isn’t really a place to easily and legitimately buy them.

If you want, you could try to hunt down the collections - IDW has made a few big collections of the different phases of their comic run, although not too well - on the “aftermarket” (re-sellers on places like EBay and Amazon). However, these go for hundreds of dollars each. You could also try to hunt them down issue by issue online, which is slightly easier but also tedious and most likely just as expensive. Lastly, as far as physical copies go, you could check local libraries and comic stores, although I’m unsure if the luck you’ll find there.

If you want all of the comics, online, for free, you have to do it illegally. I recommend this site - batcave.biz. Type in the name of the comic and it should pop up. I recommend switching in the settings the reading mode to web so you can scroll instead of flipping page by page. readallcomics.com, what I used to use, has been down for several days (2/17/25 time of writing) but if it ever comes back, it is great too.

Laptop might be the best reading experience since you’ll probably have to zoom in.

A reading order is necessary to follow given how long and sprawling this series was. There are about three distinct Phases. Phase two with Robots in Disguise and More Than Meets The Eye is considered the best, and MTMTE is considered some of the best Transformers writing out there, so some people jump directly to this one. I’m not an expert in the comics at all, so below I’ll link a reading order and a better guide:

And another reading order that’s roughly the same:

IDW had a brief generation 2 run from I believe 2019, but most people don’t read this. Also worth noting that IDW had a number of crossovers with other medias, but these are not at all necessary reading but don’t enjoy them.

Dreamwave and Marvel might be worth checking out too, but I’m to familiar with those, so if anyone else would like to add on about them, it would be very welcome.

Skybound is the currently running comics issue, and I believe it’s fairly cheap to buy physically or online. No reading order necessary, just go from Issue 1 to the current ones

Happy reading:)

SHOWS

There are much more than are listed, but here are some notable ones. People like or dislike for different reasons, so this meant to be a starting point for new fans to decide what to watch.

*Transformers: Prime

*Unicron Trilogy (three shows with one season each meant to be watched back to back as one interconnected story)

*Transformers: Animated

*Beast Wars and its sequel, Beast Machines

*The Transformers (now commonly referred to as Generation One, or G1) - the first ever TF series

Transformers: Cyberverse

*Transformers: Earthspark - the only currently running transformers show

Robots in Disguise (2001)

Robots in Disguise (2015) - there are two shows with the same name so the year they began is used to distinguish. The majority of the fandom seems to dislike RID15

Here is a wikipedia link to every animated TF show

GAMES

There are two main TF video games - War for Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron. I don't know too overly much about them but they are discontinued and no longer sold, so you have to find them used or pirate. They are available on playstation, xbox, and PC.

If you are interested in seeing what the games are about but not playing them or going through the piracy to obtain them, here is a movie style video with all key moments for WFC and one for FOC.

There are other games as well but I don't know nearly enough to talk about them.

MOVIES

The Michael Bay movies are somewhat controversial in the fandom, seeing as some characterization and design was not faithful, and the movies are generally not very strong plot wise anyways. That’s just brushing the surface, but I won’t get into that.

The Michael Bay directed live actions movies are (in chronological order): Transformers, Revenge of the Fallen, Dark of the Moon, Age of Extinction, and The Last Knight. The first three are generally considered the best of the bunch but in my opinion they are all worth a watch. A fair note, they tend to be a bit crude and sexual at times are not not considered 100% faithful to the source material, but the CGI is excellent and there are definitely fun characters and moments.

The reboot live action movies, intended as prequels to the Bay movies, but also seemingly occupying their own universe are: Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts. Bumblebee is a solo movie following, you guessed it, Bumblebee, while ROTB is a more classic ensemble movie.

Transformers One: An animated prequel released this year that occupies its own universe.

Predacons Rising: It’s up to you if you actually consider this a movie, but it’s meant as a direct conclusion to TFP, and should be watched after its third season. Budget cuts meant that TFP’s third season was not done as well as it could have been and this provides a good conclusion.

Transformers (1986): Meant to be watched as part of G1, between seasons 2 and 3

At the time of writing, Hasbro has killed funding to the movies and a lack of interest in TF movies means that sequels to any of these are highly unlikely.

THE TOYS

Transformers began as toys, and it remains a center of the franchise. Some people like to collect the toys too, but as it stands many are very, very expensive.

There are two main lines aimed at adult collectors:

Generations: A toy line starting in 2018 that amassed figures of forty years of TF history from all different shows and continuities. These are for show and comic characters.

Note: Generations is never really labelled as Generations on the toy boxes. There are various lines of toys that are released over the course of a few years. The latest one, Legacy United, just wrapped up at the time of writing (early 2025) and Age of the Primes will begin soon in April.

Studio Series: A toy line that features movie characters, as seen in the movie. This includes the Bay Movies, the reboot movies, the 86 movie, and TF One. It will also include any further future movies.

There are also toys that are sold as not part of either of these lines, usually to promote whatever film or show is in progress or upcoming. These tend to be inferior quality wise and aimed at little kids.

Generations follows a rough layout for price and size, which is usually stated prominently in the package. Over time, the prices of all of these will go up so I will instead state the size, although this can be somewhat inconsistent as well. Studio Series has no size classings as far as I am aware.

Core class: Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.

Deluxe class: 5-6 inches.

Voyager class (most collectors aim for figures in this range): 6-8 inches.

Leader/commander class (only some characters will have those): 9-10 inches I believe though I could be wrong.

Titan class (reserved for massive characters like Metroplex): very, very large, as in will not fit on your display shelf.

TOY REVIEWERS

Very useful for knowing what a figure is before you buy it, especially because some of these are very expensive. Usually they will tell you the articulation, general quality, posability, transformation, vehicle mode, and robot mode, along with some other things you might want to kow. These are some I personally watch, there are definitely other ones out there you should support!

Note: Some of them do review stuff other than Transformers.

That Toy Guy

Dr Lockdown

PrimeVsPrime

Patriot Prime Reviews

Jcc2224

MechaZeeReviews

If you have trouble transforming anything, you can also always go in youtube and type in the figure name and then transformation. There will almost always be step by step instructions in a video - if not, find a review and there will almost always also be transformation there.

BASIC TOY TERMS

-Articulation: How well a figure can move and pose. Articulation points are the joints at which things can be moved and adjusted.

Mold: The basic body type and structure that will often be reused on multiple characters. For example, the Tetrajet Seeker mold.

Gimmick: A small, fun addition to the figure that might range from fun to annoying depending on what it is. Usually, “gimmicky” is a bad term

Kibble: Robot parts that stick out in vehicle mode or vehicle parts that stick out in robot mode (usually the latter). These can add personality to the appearance of character and sometimes be quintessential to who they are, but in cases of bad engineering, will just be ugly and annoying.

Mainline: A toy that comes directly from Hasbro, as part of the Generations or Studio Series toy line.

Third party: A figure made by a company other than Hasbro, usually to improve upon an existing figure or character, to make a figure for a character who doesn’t yet have one or doesn’t yet have a good one for one iteration of them or in general, or just to do it better than Hasbro did. Companies officially licensed by Hasbro to create products, such as Blokess, are usually not considered third party.

KO/Knock-off: While third party figures are unique in design, KOs are illicit copies and reproductions of existing mainline figures. They may do it better or worse than Hasbro themself, and their selling point is usually a lower price.

Note: Some KOs and third parties are in fact much better than mainlines, or just more affordable in general. Many collectors buy a mix of third party, KO, and mainline.

Upgrade kit: A set of pieces, such as additional weaponry meant to elevate a figure beyond its original design and accessories.

Accessories: What the figure comes with in the box. This mostly constitutes weapons.

Re-issue: Figures that Hasbro re-releases and makes more of after demand has overcome supply following the toys original run.

Scalpers: People who buy the figure at its cheapest and sell it for horrifically high prices once supply has run out. Model/model kit: A gundam or bionicle style kit that you must put together yourself. Blondes and yolopark notably make these. Most are non-transforming.

Non-transforming: Exactly what it sounds like. Transtormers toys that don’t transform. Often, they are third party and make up for it with more show/movie accuracy or some kind of upgrade, such as more articulation.

Custom/custom figure: A figure that has been modified in some way to better suit the preferences of the person who customized it or paid for it to be customized. This can range from a simple repaint of an existing figure to creating your own figure that no one’s made before.

HasLab: Hasbro creates exclusive projects once a year for several of their major properties, including Transformers. These are available only on their website, and have to reach a certain backing goal (people who commit to buying it) before it reaches production. It's then in production for about a year before being shipped out ONLY to those who backed it. Prices are usually $200 and above.

Masterpiece: Takara Tomy's line of Transformers G1 style figures, but adapted and updated with modern engineering. They tend to be quite expensive, but also of pretty much some of the highest quality you can get.

I don't know the exact word for this but some toys are Studio Series or Generations and others are not of either series and produced for the latest show or movie. These are usually oriented at kids and generally of not very good quality, or tend to be super gimmicky. Some of them can be quite fun, but in general, if you're looking to collect, go for Generations or SS.

Some general collecting tips:

-Figure out what exactly you want to collect. Some people like to complete casts, or only collect a certain character, or something like that.

-Amazon often sells both mainline and third party/KOs

-Watch reviews of any figure you plan to buy, especially if it’s expensive

-Ebay often has the same figures at half the price, just slightly more used

-KOs can look extremely similar to the real thing. Some people don't mind KOs, but if you want only official figures, look for amazon listings that show them in the official box, with the official box art. KOs also notably do not have any faction insignia. This is easy to tell on Amazon but on places like Ebay, it can be a lot harder.

-Check the distribution at your local department stores. In the US these include Target and Walmart. While the selection is usually a bit pathetic, you might strike gold sometime.

USEFUL LINKS

Amazing link of all canon Cybertron locations

TF wiki

Awesome channel that does short introductions to various characters and concepts in transformers

Hasbro transformers link

transformers subreddit

if you lose your instructions, you can always type in the toy name here and find a pdf of instructions

Essentially every toyline, show, movie, and comic series released

QUICK NOTE

Shattered Glass is an AU where the Autobots are the bad guys and the Decepticons are the good guys and everyone has different colors. It has a few comics from a few different companies along with a toyline.

FANDOM STUFF

Transformers has a very big fandom! I find it quite active on Tumblr. I've heard there's also communities on Bluesky, Twitter, Reddit - basically everywhere else. You just have to find it.

Why are TF posts everywhere tagged with #maccadam or some version of that?

Maccadam's Old Oil House, or some variation of that, is an oil house (basicaly a Cybertronian equivalent of a bar) that was super popular on Cybertron even during the war that served everyone regardless of faction with one major rule - "no fighting." It's been in several continuities and somewhere along the line, it evolved into a general tag for transformers. Basically, people tag TF stuff with this. You probably should do.

I don't know that many ongoing fan projects but with some exploring and diving into the fandom you'll def find some you'll want to support. A lot of people also do very cool stop motion animations with TF figures, most of which are on youtube.

Note: You may see a project/fan film called Galvatron's Revenge on youtube or it being talked about elsewhere. Please don't support or watch this now complete project - Optimus's VA is racist and homophobic and generally a terrible person. More info here

The fandom is generally pretty chill. Find your own corner and spaces, there's something here for everyone.

Thank you for reading!

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Interrogation (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Warnings: dubcon/noncon from memory, I think? One of those 'it was all fine all along' types. That might have been why it vanished in the first place? Good old fashioned smut, anyway. Read the request first if in doubt! [1.8k][REPOST, MAYBE?]

Request: "Could you please do a fic where the reader has been captured by some weird planet where interrogation is done by overstimulation? [...] She's scared at first but the master comes to rescue her and then he realizes what's happening and decides he likes his pet like that [...]

You laughed breathlessly as your faceless captors questioned, once again:

“Where is your accomplice?”

The cracking speakers undersold the technology around you – it was state of the art. A camera watched you from each corner of the room, your hips encased in machinery whilst your chest and arms were strapped down with soft-but-unbreakable fabric. 

With a smug grin and a shake of your head, you refused to answer.

By now the sensation was familiar. Still, you fought a wince at the restarting of the slick machinery which sucked on your clit, intensifying as you bucked or tried to recoil even a millimetre from its accurate positioning on your skin. The machinery clamping your hips also left you completely full, a probe in your cunt, stretching you. Your captors had forced you further and further beyond what you thought you could take as the machine thrusted ruthlessly into you, a perfectly timed, inorganic pattern your body which wasn’t built to take.

It hurt to clench, to give in to the pleasure, you were so full. But it was worse to endure it, your entire body, trembling, forcing sweat from your pores, as your it begged for freedom and for satisfaction.

You refused to beg, you knew you could withstand more. Most importantly, you knew The Master was on his way. As the pain in your clit overwhelmed the pleasure, and you lost the ability to think straight, you bit back a curse for him to hurry up.

He’d love this, you thought. The industrial table, which they had strapped you to in nothing but a paper-thin gown. You imagined his horror at the specially-designed machine, which held your hips still, encasing you with pleasure and lubrication. Worst of all, hiding you from him. He was a jealous man, even of the sex toys you liked. He’d be furious something else was giving you pleasure, probably driven to madness to prove himself both superior and necessary. 

The cameras might have concerned you, were it not for your certainty The Master would burn this facility to the ground in a short measure of time. Perhaps he would steal a copy of the recording first – to rewatch in the lonely hours while you slept, finding himself aroused in equal measure by how you were mercilessly fucked and by how stubbornly you protected him, even in sexual agony.

Those captors who watched behind screens, who had strapped you into the machine and pushed its appendage inside of you whilst they were concealed by masks… they had no idea of the danger closing in on them.

Usually the pleasure would build up in quick rounds, quickly becoming pain. Their questioning was as frequent as the pulsing of the sucker on your clit, perhaps thinking they could trick you by flooding your system with hormones and you mind with desperation. It didn’t work. You refused to betray him, risk his safety as he broke in here to safe you. You dreaded the sensitivity accompanying you at the higher levels of their cycle, trying to let your mind drift. But it didn’t work.

This time was different. The pleasure-pain was overwhelming, but monotonous. It started to grow too much, and you frowned at the silence. There was no taunting, no threats, ringing distorted through the surgical-white room.

In fact, there were no voices of any kind. No crackle of the microphone your captors used. You could hear nothing but your own breaths, the rustle of the gown where sweat stuck it to your back, the humming of the machine, and you own slickness. 

Even the change of pitch as your clit was tortured was audible now, the gentle sound of the suction against you, and you realised you were whining softly in the back of your throat. You scrunched your eyes closed, refusing to grow louder and let the captors win. The machine seemed completely in-tune with your body, and you felt sure they knew exactly how oversensitive you were, but it was still possible they had no idea how close you were to breaking.

Was he not coming?

You refused to entertain the thought.

In, out, you ached as you felt even more pressure inside of you, biting your lip as you wondered how much more they could stretch you at this point. You would be limping as The Master rescued you, and suddenly you felt a pang of embarrassment for not being stronger. For not hiding your pleasure from the captors, even as they put you through the fucked up punishments of this civilisation. 

Your clit throbbed from being overworked, none of the hours The Master’s tongue or fingers spent on it could prepare you for how long you had been here, with unrelenting and unfailing rhythm. You couldn’t escape the pleasure, couldn’t adapt to it. Each time you felt prepared for the sensation, like you could predict it, the pattern changed and you were whining, being dragged close to tears yet again.

With a gasp, you heard a crackle, the speakers being switched back on.

Perhaps they would make it stop. They usually did, with the promise you would be free from the torture for as long as you spoke, only for every refusal to speak causing your clit ache more when the punishment resumed. 

How much more? You wondered. How oversensitive could a person yet?

You felt as though that upper limit had been reached. That they couldn’t push you any further. You wanted to cry out for The Master, wishing you could figure out where the door was, wanting to see where he could break in and free you.

You had come to expect the robotic, clinical speech which echoed through the room. A new voice surprised you.

“Hi, darling.”

“Master?”

The name came out moaned, as you wondered if you were hallucinating, finally driven mad.

“Yes, love.”

His tone was sultry, and you tried to imagine him, hands planted on the desk as he leant over the microphone. Watching the screens. Certainly, he was watching the screens.

“Make it st–”

“You know, love, their laws here ban physical injury to prisoners. But not interrogation. Or torture. They can do what they like to use your pleasure against you.”

“Please!”

You had no qualms pleading to him, crying out and moaning. It made the sensations feel even more present, like you could fall into them. He made you feel safe.

“You’ve got a safe word.”

You wanted to kiss him, letting yourself try and seek out the pleasure in the agony as the machine continued to work you, this time with more purpose.

“Did you tell them anything?”

“Nothing.”

“So good…”

You moaned as the soft pressure on your clit grew more insistent. Somehow he manipulated the machine into making you come, and you felt the bruises your legs would develop from kicking out, hitting the table, the only part of your body which could convulse properly while a painful orgasm was forced onto you by the mechanism. By The Master’s instruction.

The machine didn’t stop, and you suddenly gasped, a sob wrenching from your mouth at the pure agony of the machine touching your clit, made more sensitive by your orgasm.

“Blue?” he called the safe word sharply through the microphone, and you nodded, tears falling.

Instantly, the machine stopped. You heard crashing noises, distant but relayed by the speakers. 

“I’ll be two seconds.”

You barely registered as the door behind your head opened, close to passing out and desperately grateful for the absence of stimulation against you pussy. The machine still clamped your hips to the table, filled you and brushed against you, but at least it was stationary.

His footsteps made you try and open your eyes, feeling lightheaded as he set the TCE beside your waist on the table, turning his attention to the machine.

He took it apart quickly, taking it piece at a time until he could ease out the dildo filling you, making you gasp as it stretched you one last time. He cooed praise as it finally left you, the emptiness a relief. 

The Master undid your wrist restraints distractedly, too focussed on your dishevelled appearance. The strap across your chest was crushing into your gown-covered breasts, and you knew it would bruise. He traced a finger over the flesh which bulged over the side of the tight strap, but left it in place as he wandered further down your body.

“Hi,” you croaked, beyond grateful to see his face.

He smiled at you in response, before turning his attention to where you were aching.

“Oh, pet…”

He leant over your spread legs, dragging a finger across the soaked skin where the machine had sat. Even air made you sensitive, arousal and lubrication chilling against your swollen pussy as you were exposed to the air of the clinical room.

“Does it hurt?”

You nodded, whimpering, and he pouted.

“I killed them all.”

“Deleted the recordings?”

“They’ll be destroyed as we leave, the TARDIS will back them up. First, I want this on film too.”

With a frown, you tried to discern his meaning.

“You’re so swollen… how long did they leave this on you baby? Did they stretch your pussy out?”

“It hurts…” he loved when you whined, and you noticed the twitch of his lips.

“Can I clean you up?”

You nodded, gasping when he finally reached up to undo the strap across your chest with a single hand. You caught him watching you, gazing with glassy eyes as you rubbed your fingers across the bruised flesh, moaning with relief.

“Be gentle, please.”

His tongue made firm movements, too strong to be teasing but still painfully intimate, cleaning and soothing you with a care that made your heart ache. You jolted as he accidentally brushed your clit, and he apologised, kissing at your inner thigh.

He licked his lips when he was done, and you could see the overhead lights reflected in a glimmer of your arousal on his nose. He wiped it off roughly with his sleeve when he noticed you staring, before grinning at you.

“Ready to go? I parked the TARDIS outside.”

“My hero,” you smiled, letting him help you on to shaky legs, giving you a moment to even remember how to walk.

You could tell he was hard from how he walked, trying to nonchalantly button his coat. Your hand crept down to undo the button as he guided you arm in arm to the ship, but he batted you away.

“Are you sure? I can…”

“You’ve already done more than enough doll. Did you enjoy that?”

“Um, sort of?”

He stopped, adjusting his grip to force you still too. His eyes were intense, panicking as he searched yours for meaning, for resentment. 

“Wait, what?”

“It was great, I just hope I never have to do it again.”

“Bad?”

“Not at all! Just… once in a lifetime.”

He pulled you close to him, hugging you against his side and mumbling apologies as he kissed your forehead. 

“Certainly preferable to other methods of torture, I think.” 

You tried to joke and he laughed for your sake, but his face was hidden from you. You could sense his concern.

“You’re okay, though?”

“Now that you’re here.”

You tasted yourself as you kissed him.

[merbear25]

Hey! ☺️ I hope everything is going well with you 🩷

Maybe day 26 with Shunsui Kyoraku?

Let it be a woman, and maybe mention a "safe word" and something with pegging/anal play?

Thank you! Have a wonderful day 🩷🎉

Heyy! This was quite fun to write and was a bit out of what I'm used to, so I hope you like it 💜🧡

Whips, chains, and blindfolds: you’d been waiting for the day to push further into the world known for leather bondage and dominating roles. The more you and Shunsui spend behind closed doors, the more vivid your wildest fantasies become.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, dominatrix (w/ safe word, traffic light system for BDSM), pegging, anal play (anal beads, fingering)

Let me take the reigns (Shunsui)

The dim light washed the room. Shadows played at each curve of yours being hugged by the latex dress. The dull reflections of the light only added to your beauty as you stepped towards him. He leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs in preparation for your commanding touch.

His chest rose and fell as you climbed onto the bed. You crawling up to him like a lioness about to devour her prey had his heart pounding. Such soft features having a darkness to them was a sight to behold. Your beauty knew no bounds and the effect you had on him was like no one else had managed; that grip dragged him deeper into the bottomless pits of twisted desires.

As much of a lady chaser he was, his heart wasn’t immune to belonging to someone, and that look in your eyes held it prisoner. The holding cell you kept it in was one he’d never dream of escaping. Under that wild glint in your eyes when behind closed doors made each visitation one to remember.

Your hands trailed up this inner thighs. Those perfectly manicured nails scraped at his skin lightly, their dark colors setting a lip biting contrast against his skin tone.

The view down your dress caused a faint smile to tug at his lips. Your soft breasts being presented in a deceivingly delicate manner made him absentmindedly lick his lips. That gentle sway of your hips, the light glistening off of the skimpy outfit, the crescent shapes you left behind the more you scaled up his body: what a devilish charm you had, one which bewitched him beyond measure.

“Oh, darling, you’re really something, aren’t you?” His eyes were hooded and his voice was gravelly.

Your fingers ran over the bulge between his legs. The touch you offered started off gentle but grew rougher, more urgent the harder he got.

“Take this off.” Your command was cool, its icy delivery prickling as his bare flesh. Hurriedly, he did as he was told. Because of how well you’d trained him, anything you deemed as misbehavior would end in consequences which would leave him blue balled.

The tips of your polished nails lightly caged around his balls, his breath hitching in his throat, that subtle quake of his lower body: you couldn’t help but relish the sight of him unraveling this quickly. Every part of you yearned to bring him to the brink of insanity just to tease the idea of release.

“Have you been good?” You hummed.

His brow furrowed as your index finger drew lines up and down his cock. The nod he gave was timid due to the shaky breaths escaping from him. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The fog thickened in his mind the more you teased him.

“And such a good boy deserves some type of reward, would you agree?” Your smile held a mischievous hue to it, while he breathlessly agreed. “Then just keep being good and I’ll give you everything you want.”

Your hands caressed his ass, spreading it to give yourself enough space to taunt him with your thumb. Easing the tip of it in and out was making his length twitch for you. He truly was behaving well, well enough for you to give him a little more.

You reached over to grab the anal beads. His eyes fluttered open just in time to witness you deepthroating them. Your tongue swirled around the freshly washed orbs, coating them in your saliva—a natural lubricant. With them popping out one by one from your luscious lips, a trail of spit followed each one to the next. Placing it at his entrance, your moans intertwined with his as you pushed the first bead in.

The spit coating the string of beads, seeped around his hole. You leaned down to spit more of your hot saliva onto him to allow for easier entry.

“You’re so needy today.” Those words swirled around him, pulling him deeper into madness. With each orb being pushed into him, he gasped softly and gripped at the sheets. His cock twitched as the precum glistened at the head.

“You look good enough to eat.” A low growl passed your lips as your eyes devoured the sight of him. Such a large man, one with a rugged yet soft complexion, and you had him whimpering under your touch.

His huffs turned into labored pants. The flush on his cheeks deepend and his bottom lip quivered. “D-darling, you’re really testing my limits here…” he breathed.

“Oh? Do you want to use that special word?” You knew that he had more to give you, but you couldn’t resist hanging it over his head.

“No, no�� I can handle it.” A deep groan rumbled in his throat as you pushed another bead in. The precum began trickling down the head, as if knowing it fell under your watchful gaze. You wanted to lick it up so badly but held back for the time being. You wanted to hear him beg for it.

Slowly, you pulled each one out of him. As they popped out, they sent waves of euphoria through him. His legs trembled and his moans were soft; he was right where you wanted him.

Your fingers caressed his aching hole, soothing it for a moment before giving into your own need to stretch him out, to feel him around you. You gave a few tender pumps into him, which was just enough to whet your appetite.

“More…,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Hmm, I guess you’ve earned it.” A sensuous promise hung in the air, while you went to pull out the main event. 

His eyes glazed over from the glimpse of its black rubber. The lazy gaze he held on you stayed with every one of your movements: you unzipping your dress, exposing the lacy lingerie and thigh high stockings. “You’re gorgeous.” A weak yet genuine smile appeared on his flushed complexion.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” You winked.

The leather straps hugged at your curves, giving you even more of a voluptuous silhouette. Your hands pinned his thighs back. You spat down at his needy hole to lather it in even more of your intoxicating scent.

As you pushed in, he tossed his head back. The slight arch in his back bucked you deeper. He white knuckled the sheets the more your pace increased. His gasps and moans became shrill as you forced him to his limit.

“I-I can’t!” He cried out. “Pineapple, pineapple!” He issued his yellow card—a warning that he needed you to proceed more tenderly.

You slowed your pace, not daring to cross this boundary. Your hands roamed over his stomach and hips, massaging his spasming form in hopes of bringing him some soothing agent. 

“Shh, I’ve got you,” you cooed at him affectionately, while slowing your pace tremendously.

There were moments that he frustrated himself with his body's lack of compliance. His heart and soul were owned by you and yearned for you to take him, however roughly you craved him that day, but his physical body couldn’t keep up with you.

But those hands of yours. When they washed over him, he could feel himself slipping, and as you spoke to him - your voice like velvet - it made him desire you in ways beyond his understanding.

He nodded at you and gave you permission to continue. You proceeded, carefully working yourself back up to the pace you’d originally set. This time his body was fully adjusted. His desperate moans and pleas for you were causing your movements to grow more frantic. The slapping of your leather strapped hips against his skin flooded the room.

The tip darkened from the blood rushing to it. You couldn’t keep yourself from tasting him and ran your finger over the head. He gave a shaky exhale and groaned for you as the sticky substance that’d been lathering the tip coated part of your tongue. Your hand then wrapped around his length, pulling and tightening around it.

The edge was within reach. A promise into blissful oblivion swirled around him. Its whispers coaxing him to let go for you swarmed his mind, pushing out any other thoughts. His stomach heaved, and with a sudden thrust upward, he splashed your hand and himself with seemingly endless streams of cum.

You made sure to continue pumping into him to help him ride out that long sought after climax. Your thrusts lessened, eventually stopping all together. He was a complete and utter mess—barely able to catch his breath.

“Such a mess you’ve made.”

His voice was ragged, “I couldn’t help it. You make it damn near impossible to hold back.”

Your hand gently washed over his hips again, savoring how he shuddered from your touch before pulling out of him. Seeing him completely destroyed with the pleasure you gave him was fulfilling in more ways than one. 

As he laid there, you went to his side. Trailing kisses up his arm, you relished that subtle appreciation he gave to your affection. He wrapped you in his arms—one of the best ways for you to end a heart pounding session.

[mychlapci]

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God the way you phrased this immediately made me think of Minimus giving birth in the Magnus armor and then having to push the sparkling out of Ultra Magnus' valve

He's got a big bitlet growing in his belly and it makes it very hard for Minimus to get around. He waddles around so slowly on his poor swollen pedes, and he just gets so tired trying to make it across the ship to do his daily tasks. Wearing the Magnus armor makes it much easier to keep at his work. His massive belly is pressed a little tight between his frame and Magnus', but the armor makes much better support than Minimus having to wrap his arms under his belly so he doesn't feel like he'll tip over. It's also easier to control armor versus walking on his own, Magnus' long strides get him around much faster than his uneasy steps.

Minimus goes into labor in his office quietly and alone. He feels a sudden wetness pooling in the armor and his panels opening under an emergency override command earlier than he expected. He had every intention to finish his last report, get out of the armor, and call someone from medbay, but of course nothing ever goes to Minimus' perfectly structured plans. His belly that had been packed tight against Ultra Magnus' plating made the opening transformation sequence lock up. He was too big and too close to the armor seal to initiate the transformation, so he was locked in. He cursed to himself, but remained as calm as he possibly could. The sparkling was descending rapidly, something he expected for carrying a sparkling much larger than his frame type, it would not wait around for Minimus to get unstuck.

He groaned and laid on the floor of the office. Being too loud would bring unnecessary attention, it was incredibly embarrassing for Minimus to be trapped in his armor by his belly. He knew that the Magnus armor had an interface array that could connect directly to Minimus' valve, it seemed like his only route to get the sparkling out of him and out of the armor. It took some effort to connect the hardly used function, but Minimus could synch his valve to Magnus' finally. There was a very wide tube dilating Minimus' valve open. It was very helpful for pushing the bitty out, but more importantly it was a direct expansion to Ultra Magnus' valve. Once his sparkling descended enough, it would leave Minimus' valve and pass into Ultra Magnus' to finally greet the world.

Minimus pushed and cried and panted and whined, but it was all contained in the armor. Magnus' voice box was deactivated to not make a scene, if nothing else Minimus wanted to keep his dignity. His thighs were sticky from birthing fluids and energon, and the bitlet had barely crowned. Its giant rounded helm kept slipping further back into his tiny valve every time Minimus thought the little one would come out. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but he knew some of the fluid in the armor was from overloading from the experience.

He felt like he would split in two when the bitty's shoulders were stretching his valve as wide as it could be spread. It was the most Minimus had been opened up, which was truly saying something with how Megatron loved to bring mass shifting into their berth. The big sparkling was a stubborn thing, it just did not want to leave its nice warm home in Minimus' forge the way his valve kept trying to slip the bitty back up his chamber. Soon with some hard pushing, Minimus could feel where the sparkling had left his valve and passed into the link to Ultra Magnus. Minimus sighed in relief, knowing it was halfway over and he was finally entering the easier part.

Getting the bitty out of Magnus was far easier than breaking Minimus in two. Magnus was huge, and while the sparkling was big even for a normal sized bot, he handled it like a dream. His valve was plenty lubricated by his natural systems, the excess fluids from Minimus, and transfluid from overloading so hard it had stimulated the armor into cummimg along with its wearer. The bitlet could squeeze out of Magnus' plush valve just fine, it was a much better fit than Minimus' tiny anatomy. He didn't feel most of the painful feedback from the armor like he did with himself, just the spasming and stretching sensation of the suit's valve pushing out a bitlet much more appropriate for its size. While Minimus was an exhausted mess, Ultra Magnus was a glowing new mommy with a cute chubby sparkling in his arms in no time.

When Minimus left his private office for the day, bots stared at him in shock and surprise as he casually carried a sparkling on his chest like he came in with it. He made a direct course to medbay, informing them of his little one and that he needed assistance whenever they were done with the sparkling assessment. Once he could get out of the armor he needed a long rest in the wash racks, for himself and to deep clean the filthy interior of Magnus. He was sure the sire would want to meet the sparkling anyway, it would give Minimus more than enough time to recoup from the rough experience. -🌱

AaauGhh... Minimus giving birth in the Magnus armour is such a gigabrained idea it's literally so hot. And the bitlet is so huge, he spends hours just getting it into Magnus' valve, oh boy <3

[eatmangoesnekkid]

FLOW, CIRCULATION, AND THE LOVER

A Venusian Temple Arts Channeling Most problems related to the female (or male) body are due to a lack of circulation in that area where the ailment is occurring. Also, a lack of circulation will negatively impact your bag and coins. Said differently: in this system, unless you were born into "old money," you must own that the condition of your body is directly related to your quality of life. Circulation is related to your heart, blood, sensuality, sex, passion, deep feeling, creativity, and overall life force energy. And there is no coincidence that there is a large amount of shame and mysticism around the female body and its resourceful capacity for epic circulation i.e. creation and regeneration--not only for ourselves but for the cells of our loved ones and for the collective cells of our village/community. How beautiful, right?! This is what I was channeling in my first book when I wrote "A sensually activated woman is a wealthy natural resource for any community. Pleasure is power." If you are desiring to strengthen your skills as a lover Goddess which is your flow state capacity to create.... anything including tactile abundance like money and better health, without exhausting yourself, the circulatory system has to become your favorite system of the body. It has to be your friend, your loved one. Because the prime quality of a lover is that she knows how to inspire and stimulate circulation or flow states in others as well--a type of muse consciousness. It could be with her compassion, heart, use of language, use of hands, breasts projections, face/mouth/quality of conversation, dance, beauty, singing, etc. Artists, men, women, children, and animals are attracted to muse consciousness in different ways. Improving your circulation helps to not only open your heart (releasing current and ancestral heartache/heartbreak) , but also increases your lubrication and libido, repairs your skin into a suppleness, and keeps your systems healthier. You will not only look better, but you will feel better in a more authentic way. When you smile, it will be truthful and emanate from deep within. Keep your feet and belly warm during winter month. Once your circulation improves, the blockages start to move and issues start to repair. It is the heat and warmth from your energy FLOWING that creates new body narratives. A lover knows the beauty of stimulating good circulation in self and in another. Anytime there is pain or stagnancy in the body, it is an indication of lack of FLOW--meaning--a need for lover energy! A lover has to strengthen her connection to her hands as well. Hand-heart connection is all lover energy. Also the constant necessity of self-massage and self-touch is important for the body of a lover. Also, the skill and service of having your well-placed, prayed-over loving hands massaging the pain points or blockages of another is just as important. A lover also has to be able to relax and fully receive touch by another, whether a professional massage therapist or your lover. Other considerations: Drink water with a pinch of celtic sea salt/green juice. Keep ginger oil or powdered ginger in your apothecary. Use ginger paste (ginger powder/oil mixed with warm water) rubbed into pain or troubled sight or energetic stagnation including bald spots plus reducing sugar intake including *too much* fruit sugar and starchy carbs and dense meats -which slows down your blood flow while increasing some combination of movement, deep breathing, hot+cold water therapy, sauna/spa, sunbathing, walking, and the like are acts incorporated in a life of a lover and those who we care for. Train your mind to focus and stay calm--to be able to drop into deep presence and feel. Do to one thing at time like wash dishes without stopping to do anything else. Presence, an unscattered mind, is a high-skill and quality of a lover. Recalibrating the mindset and belief systems you've been holding onto for 20 years into more lighthearted, open-hearted frequencies are critical.

*I used "she/her" but lover energy is available to any gender in any shape or texture. *

-India Ame'ye, Author

[zanypainterglitter]

Compilation of Acid-Forming Plants

All this happens on Cybertron, the Autobots and Decepticons are finally home after long adventures and fights on Earth, and it seems that it is going to end, but the soldiers, both Autobots and Decepticons, seem to start getting sick. They thought that the Cosmic Rust was sprouting again, until "flesh" began to protrude from their systems, gears and interior, but they were actually organic plants. They called this infection and apparently a new type of plant "Flesh Flower".

Although the flower and its vines, also called algae, are organic, they seem to also have metallic properties such as copper and iron, causing composition cells or electrolytic cells and thus one is infected by direct contact. The algae or vine is green and brown, the flower is yellow in the center with white, pink and light purple, all are capable of expelling spores or liquid like acid, they seem to have a yellow or blue color with a greenish tone. Infection can be avoided with decontamination and thorough washing, and if the algae are in their initial phase, they can be removed, although they may require surgery.

The flower will stick to the metal being like a worm and will try to enter its system, but if you are quick to notice this you can crush it but it must be washed and decontaminated because otherwise it will become infected anyway, or it can be through a wound through which a viscous substance comes out of the body, the first phase will begin to see symptoms of fatigue, joint problems that begin to take over the host's body until having any type of disability and in the process its lubricant will escape from its mouth that acquires a very sour taste, in the second phase algae will begin to grow from the victim's body but they can be confused with simple cables, heat and liquids can accelerate the oxidation and growth of the plant, the algae will begin to grow the cables and even the organs of the victim and from there begins the third phase where the parts made up of the vehicle will seem loose or hanging to the point of falling, being able to see them and show them this can reach the brain and coming out of the mouth along with an acid and viscous liquid that is mostly Infectious and also in my eyes of the host, it is infectious at this point, the fourth phase only look like a body that you can see the organs and the flowers are combining and absorbing it completely but they can be recognized although they are already completely controlled by the plant and the last phase is where the infected get trapped in the metal surface starting to grow roots from their body and sprouting but should not get close as it can still attack, in the end they become not only a tree but a perfect combination of organic and metallic, growing fruits in which they are not infected and are edible.

Shockwave is missing, while everyone is under curfew but some like the Decepticons prefer to fight the infection, Grimlock along with the Dinobots are considered patient 0 because many saw how his spark came out tentacles from the plants grabbing the other Dinobots forming Volcanicus and a beast without equal.

Optimus was sorry and sad because he told Grimlock not to do it but he failed to prevent the catastrophe, the medical autobots try to find a cure and take shelter in what remains of cities trying to rebuild them while the decepticons prefer to eliminate all those who are seen and are infected using bases to be able to eliminate all the flesh flowers, Starscream is suspicious that Shockwave must be doing something, but several decepticons and even autobots begin to have paranoia of everything that is organic to the point of hating it, which starts disputes because they suspect that others will infect them.

Discovering that the infected can communicate telepathically with each other, acting as a hive. It turns out that all this was a plan by Shockwave who was the real patient 0 and is practically almost like a queen wasp, he did this to have the population of Cyberton under control, since he got bored and fed up with the Decepticons finding the constant war and fighting unbearable that the only thing it did was waste resources so on Earth he managed to form the flesh flower with water and sea salts combined with chemicals creating a corrosive acid plant and with technical modifications he achieved the perfect infectious plant in his favor testing with it and then the Dinobots so that they could easily spread their corrosion.

Shockwave wanted to have the resources back on Cybertron, so he hoped that everyone would kill each other so that he would have food and a semi-rebuilt home and have a new generation under his logic and control but neither Megatron nor Optimus are going to allow it.

[flip-fop]

Remember you asked for this. Here's the fairy sex ed post

Partially cross posting from twitter but without nearly as much of a character limit, if you recognize it no you don't <3

Vaguely nsft under the cut; this is intended to be a psuedoscientific exploration of speculative biology and fairy reproduction, please don't reply to this post with highly sexual commentary (jokes are fine lmao) because this is primarily a family friendly blog.

Prefix:

Starting this off by saying that, while this post is going to focus on reproduction via their physical forms, fairies are essentially made of magic and can, for the most part, manipulate those forms at will. Think of these like the default settings of physical manifestation. Also it's worth noting that while I'm for the most part using human biology terms, fairies themselves probably have ridiculously whimsical names for all these organs that have existed for billions of years, but this isn't a language post. This is not meant to be a full comprehensive medical guide to the complexities of gender in fairy culture, nor will it cover every possible variation of default physical forms. This is your middle school "where do babies come from" level of documentation. The terms "male" and "female" are used to describe fairies as they are "assigned" at birth, however, please don't take this to mean trans and nonbinary fairies don't exist, they definitely do.

Anatomy:

When manifesting physical forms, fairies develop traits based on the dominant species of the world they will primarily engage with, in this case, humans. (1) This leads to the development of secondary sex characteristics such as breast tissue and facial hair. While these traits have evolved over millennia spent alongside humans, they are still derived from magic, and can not be used to qualify fairies as mammals. Fairies are an oviviparous species, meaning an embryo will develop within a fertilized egg and depend on that egg for nutrients, but will hatch inside the parent's body and result in a live birth. (2)

Females produce eggs and lay them via an ovipositor. Males produce sperm via internal testes used to fertilize eggs as they pass through the birth canal towards the brood pouch via penetration by ovipositor. The birth canal and ovipositor are both is self lubricating when aroused to assist the transfer of eggs, and the internal pelvic muscular structure in male fairies is designed to pull the eggs as deep as possible to increase chances of fertilization within the brood pouch. The urinary and reproductive systems are completely separate because they keep canonically arguing about leaving the toilet seat up and while I'm only loosely respectful of canon I can also do whatever I want forever. The female urethra exists behind the ovipositor while the male urethra is connected to a non-reproductively functional penis. Ovipositors tend to be slightly larger than penises, and female fairies tend to be slightly larger than males in general, but this is primarily dependent on the individuals Both the ovipositor and penis have an abundance of nerve endings and experience arousal, though male ejaculation is entirely internal. The brood pouch is functionally a uterus in human terms, however, as the developing embryo derives nutrients from the egg and has no need to fully attach, the brood pouch does not have a lining and, sorry everyone, men don't get periods, nobody has to get periods in my world because I'm a benevolent god. Fairies experience 3 types of puberty, "pooferty(3)" "pasta puberty(4)" and sexual maturation. The first two of these involve developmental milestones and magic-hormone interactions, so they are best set to the wayside for a different post, though I will note here that most secondary sex characteristics will develop in manifest forms at the end stages of pasta puberty. The sexual maturation stage of puberty is the only stage in which hormone production is more of an active cause than magic. Females may begin laying eggs during this time, and nocturnal depositing is very common in teenagers and nothing to be ashamed of, it's a very normal experience to wake up to the occasional egg or two. At the end of class you'll receive a pamphlet with a section on proper disposal spells. Males may experience abdominal cramping during third puberty, as their brood pouch swells slightly to accommodate possible eggs, this is not cyclical in the way human periods are, and once they've had their last growth spurt and the pouch settles in its more spacious form, any residual cramping should subside. Until then, the pamphlets offered at the end of class will also have a section on magical pain relief.

Reproduction:

A female fairy can lay between 1-5 eggs, which are semi-gelatinous in texture and range from .5"-1" (1.27-2.54cm) in size. Egg coloration comes in a myriad of pastels, but despite some outdated theories, the coloration of the egg indicates nothing about the potential appearance of the baby. As previously stated, when the female lays her egg/s inside the male they are fertilized internally. The male will carry the fertilized egg/s in his brood pouch, but the embryo will remain inside the egg through development, using it as a source of magical nutrients If an egg laid inside a partner in whatever orifice is not successfully fertilized, it dissolves within a matter of 6-12 hours. Birth control looks a lot different for fairies because it's essentially exclusive to a morning after spell to forcibly dissolve the eggs anyway. After a 3 month gestation period, the embryo will have fully absorbed the nutrients from the egg and will essentially have "eaten" it's way out, which will trigger the father going into labor and, theoretically, delivering the baby via birth canal. In practice however, magical c-sections(5) were the go-to long before the baby ban. Seriously this has been the preferred method for millennia. Only holier-than-tho crunchy granola weirdos get superior about non-magically assisted delivery.

Citations:

In s3ep12 Abracatastrophy we learn that fairies take on godparenting duties and physical traits of the earths dominant species.

https://byjus.com/biology/viviparous-oviparous-embryo-development/#ovoviviparity

s9ep38 School of Crock Peri goes through pooferty, but this is also one of those concepts I've entirely restructured in my mind.

ANW s1ep18 Growing Pains introduces pasta puberty, and I'm keeping that canon on the grounds that it's funny.

In s6ep1 Fairly Odd Baby we gain a basic and superficial overview of fairy gestation. It's the mpreg episode.

[daleeltrading]

Common Faults in Switchgear Systems and How to Fix Them

Low voltage switchgear plays a crucial role in protecting electrical circuits and ensuring the safe distribution of electricity in commercial, residential, and industrial environments. However, like any electrical equipment, switchgear systems can develop faults over time, leading to power disruptions, equipment damage, or even fire hazards.

In this article, we’ll explore the most common issues in low voltage switchgear, their possible causes, how to fix them, and preventive maintenance tips to ensure smooth operation.

1. Overheating of Switchgear Components

Cause:

Loose electrical connections

Overloaded circuits

Poor ventilation

Aging components

Solution:

Tighten all connections using a torque wrench

Redistribute electrical load or upgrade to a higher-rated switchgear

Improve cooling/ventilation in the switchgear room

Replace old or worn-out components

Prevention:

Conduct regular thermal imaging inspections

Maintain optimal room temperature and airflow

Schedule periodic tightening of connections

2. Tripping of Circuit Breakers

Cause:

Short circuits or ground faults

Overload conditions

Defective breakers

Solution:

Identify the fault using an insulation resistance tester or breaker analyzer

Remove the cause of the overload

Replace or service the faulty circuit breaker

Prevention:

Use the correct size and type of breaker for each circuit

Monitor electrical loads regularly

Perform periodic breaker testing and calibration

3. Arcing or Flashovers

Cause:

Dust, moisture, or contamination inside the switchgear

Damaged insulation

Improper clearances

Solution:

Clean and dry the internal components

Replace or re-insulate affected parts

Ensure proper spacing and clearance between conductors

Prevention:

Maintain a clean and dry switchgear enclosure

Conduct insulation resistance testing periodically

Use arc flash protection gear and systems

 4. Failure of Control Circuits

Cause:

Blown fuses

Broken control wiring

Faulty relays or timers

Solution:

Test and replace blown fuses

Inspect and reconnect or replace broken wires

Check relays, timers, and contactors for functionality

Prevention:

Use quality wiring and connectors

Implement surge protection devices

Conduct routine functional tests on control circuits

 5. Mechanical Wear and Tear

Cause:

Frequent switching operations

Poor lubrication

Old mechanical components

Solution:

Replace worn-out mechanical parts (e.g., springs, latches)

Lubricate moving parts as per manufacturer’s guidelines

Retrofit old switchgear with modern alternatives

Prevention:

Schedule mechanical maintenance regularly

Monitor switching frequency and upgrade equipment if needed

 Final Thoughts

Low voltage switchgear is the backbone of your electrical infrastructure. Regular maintenance, proper installation, and early detection of faults are key to ensuring safety and efficiency.

 Quick Maintenance Checklist:

Thermal imaging checks

Insulation resistance testing

Breaker calibration

Visual inspection for dust/moisture

Cleaning and lubrication

By understanding common faults and how to address them, you can reduce downtime, improve safety, and extend the life of your low voltage switchgear system.

[auto-technician]

Tips for Maintaining Your Auto AC Compressor for Optimal Performance

The "AC compressor" is the heart of your car’s air conditioning system. It compresses refrigerant and circulates it through the system, ensuring you enjoy cool air during hot drives. Proper maintenance of the compressor not only enhances your comfort but also extends the lifespan of your vehicle’s AC system. Here are some tips to keep your auto AC compressor in top condition.

1. Regular Inspections

Inspect your AC system periodically for leaks, unusual noises, or reduced cooling performance. A noisy compressor or weak airflow might indicate a problem that needs professional attention.

2. Run the AC Regularly

Even in cooler months, run your AC for at least 10 minutes once a week. This prevents seals from drying out and keeps the compressor lubricated, ensuring its longevity.

3. Use the Right Refrigerant

Always use the manufacturer-recommended refrigerant type and amount. Incorrect refrigerant can damage the compressor and reduce efficiency.

4. Replace the Cabin Air Filter

A clogged air filter forces the AC system to work harder, increasing strain on the compressor. Regularly replace the filter for optimal airflow.

By following these tips, you can maintain your auto AC compressor's efficiency and enjoy cool, refreshing air for years to come.

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Let's Talk About BENTONITE

There's nothing worse than minding your own business, walking along in the desert when all of a sudden your feet start to feel weighted down. It gets harder and harder to pick up your feet. The mud is sticky and pulling you into the ground. That's bentonite.

Bentonite is type of very soft, plastic clay made primarily of montmorillonite clay.

Montmorillonite is a hydrous, aluminum silicate in the smectite group (often you will hear bentonite and smectite used interchangeably).

Bentonite is formed by the alteration of volcanic ash when it comes in contact with water. Clays in general form from the chemical breakdown of feldspars (check out October's posts for more on feldspar!) and when ash gets thrown in the mix something very nasty occurs: swelling clays.

Bentonite increases greatly in volume when water is added...and decreases just as much when the water evaporates or gets absorbed in the groundwater system. This causes the popcorn texture you see in badlands topography.

Popcorn texture in Brushy Basin Member, Morrison Formation, near Evil Tree Bonebed. Sauropod rib found in it.

This can also cause structural damage. That is why the building around the Wall at Dinosaur National Monument had to be repaired a few years ago. Basically, the swelling of the bentonite split the foundation.

It also becomes very dangerous to drive on or walk on when it gets wet, becoming a slurry, sticky mess.

This is the main reason why we have to wait for summer to come before we head out to the dig site. We physically cannot get there until the Mancos Shale bentonite is dry enough to drive on.

Bentonite is not all bad though. It has some good uses too.

We actually use it to trap moisture in our skin and hair when we dry out. It's a natural sunblock and relieves burns and itching from bug bites. We even put it in Wendy's Frosty's to give them that smooth texture!

Bentonite is also used in agriculture as a natural pesticide, herbicide, and fungicide in fertilizers.

They also use it to coat drills in the oil industry to keep the drill bit lubricated, as well as coating well walls to keep them from collapsing. If you're a geek, like me, think Avatar, the Last Air Bender and the Fire Nation drill.

Hope you learned a little about bentonite today! Fossilize you later!

[putrefacion]

SOME NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR HEADCANONS ABOUT LUTE,

• Since Lute was constructed from divine material [ either by Adam’s or Michael’s rib, depending on verse ] she lacks internal reproductive organs typical to humans — she does not ovulate, menstruate, or possess a womb; lubrication, dilation, or other biological intimacy responses can occur under the correct circumstances [ such as, proximity to Adam’s divine resonance ] Her capacity for arousal is conditional & largely psychological; tethered more to Adam's presence,

• Seraphim-encoded 'purity protocols' exist within her — biological kill-switches that will often suppress unnecessary or dangerous pleasure-seeking behavior, for intimacy is seen as a potential corruption vector. This is partly why she experiences a particular type of pain when touched without consent or by unauthorized entities, even in a non-sexual manner; she will revert back to her First Wave form & kill if this happens,

• Any romantic or sexual longing she feels is considered a malfunction of her system. Her fixation on Adam, including possessive tendencies or obsessive intimacy fantasies, stems from her designation as his physical counterpart [ verse dependent but the general idea remains ] & her [ debatable ] 'human' component,

• Touch can be extremely overwhelming; her skin is hypersensitive & excessive closeness often triggers pain or overstimulation unless she is in a heightened emotional state. Sound, proximity, & pain can also all act as triggering mechanisms; her senses are unnaturally sharp, which makes her incredibly reactive; this is also partly why she is sadistic. For Lute, bloodshed & fighting elicits a response very similar to fucking, though she's not aware of this,

• Her blood glows; a side effect of her unstable sanctified ichor; the glow intensifies near open wounds or friction points, acting almost like a distress flare or divine pulse — yes, she will glow when orgasming; one will see this glow around her eyes, most orifices, trailing along most of her veins, in scars & old wounds, & sometimes gold fluid will even leak out of the eyes ( not to be confused with tears )

• She is very vocal & a screamer. Lute retains an instinctual tendency toward vocal expression; guttural, inhuman sounds, as this is a residual behavior from the First Wave Exorcists, who communicated through liturgical screeches, sonic warding & echolocative cries. When she’s overwhelmed in general [ anger, arousal, even happiness ] her vocal control slips, often producing tones that are more ritualistic emission than any known language,

• Lute's wings exhibit involuntary responses similar to birds; when agitated, flustered, or emotionally overstimulated, her wings will puff up, bristle or twitch at the joints. This happens a lot during sex,

• Due to residual programming from the First Wave Exorcist prototypes, Lute displays an anomalous post-mating behavior; sexual intimacy will trigger a compulsion toward being territorial & destructive, including a predatory fixation on the partner — an instinctual drive to assert control through symbolic consumption, a need to become 'one' with them. Yes, she will try to eat her partner after sex! Best bet for Lute would be to pair off with another angel who can actually defend themselves against this,

[motorspexx]

Ford Mustang GTD 2025 - Full Tech Specs and Performance

The 2025 Ford Mustang GTD is a track-focused, street-legal performance vehicle engineered as a homologation-style special. Developed alongside the Mustang GT3 race car, the GTD integrates motorsport-derived technology into a road car format.

At the core is a supercharged 5.2-liter V8 engine, targeting over 800 horsepower. It utilizes a dry sump oiling system, enabling consistent lubrication during high-G cornering and reducing engine height for improved center of gravity. The redline exceeds 7,500 RPM. Power is sent to the rear wheels via an 8-speed rear-mounted dual-clutch transaxle, contributing to a near 50:50 front-to-rear weight distribution.

The Mustang GTD rides on a semi-active suspension with adaptive spool-valve dampers developed by Multimatic. The system features hydraulically adjustable ride height. In Track Mode, the car lowers by approximately 40 millimeters, enhancing aerodynamic efficiency and handling precision. The front suspension uses unequal-length control arms, while the rear features an integral link design, both tuned for high-performance cornering loads.

Aerodynamically, the car employs an active rear wing, integrated with a hydraulically controlled Drag Reduction System. Underbody components include a full carbon fiber belly pan with venturi tunnels to generate downforce. Optional aerodynamic enhancements include carbon fiber front splitters, dive planes, and rear diffusers. At speed, the car produces significant downforce, improving lateral grip and high-speed stability.

Braking is managed by carbon ceramic rotors—400 millimeters in front with six-piston Brembo calipers. The system is designed for repeated high-speed deceleration with minimal fade. The wheels are forged magnesium, available in 20-inch diameter, reducing unsprung mass and improving responsiveness. Tire specification includes Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2 R, sized 325 in front and 345 in rear, mounted on 11.5 and 12.5 inch-wide wheels respectively.

The GTD also includes a titanium active-valve exhaust system, a front trunk due to the transaxle configuration, and extensive use of carbon fiber for the body panels, contributing to a targeted curb weight below 3,900 pounds.

Performance figures include a projected Nürburgring lap time under 7 minutes, and 0–60 mph acceleration estimated in the low 3-second range. Top speed is electronically limited but expected to exceed 190 mph.

Pricing starts at approximately $300,000 USD. Production will be limited, with availability beginning in late 2024. Given its motorsport pedigree, carbon composite materials, and performance engineering, the GTD positions itself as a high-value offering relative to exotic track-focused vehicles in the same price category.

2025 Ford Mustang GTD – Technical Specifications Powertrain Engine: 5.2-liter V8, supercharged

Horsepower: Targeting over 800 hp

Redline: over 7,500 RPM

Lubrication: Dry sump oil system

Exhaust: Titanium active-valve exhaust

Transmission Type: 8-speed dual-clutch transaxle (rear-mounted)

Drivetrain: Rear-wheel drive - RWD

Weight Distribution: Near 50:50

Chassis & Suspension Front Suspension: Unequal-length double wishbone

Rear Suspension: Integral link, independent

Damping: Multimatic adaptive spool-valve semi-active dampers

Ride Height Adjustment: Hydraulic, lowers ~40 mm in Track Mode

Brakes Front Brakes: Carbon-ceramic, ~400 mm rotors, 6-piston Brembo calipers

Rear Brakes: Carbon-ceramic, multi-piston calipers

Brake Cooling: Integrated ducts, track-optimized airflow

Wheels & Tires Wheels: 20-inch forged magnesium

Front Tires: 325 mm width – Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2 R

Rear Tires: 345 mm width – Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2 R

Wheel Widths: Front: 11.5 in | Rear: 12.5 in

Aerodynamics Rear Wing: Active, hydraulically adjustable

Drag Reduction System DRS: Integrated

Underbody: Carbon fiber venturi tunnels, full-length belly pan

Front Aero: Carbon splitter, dive planes optional

Rear Aero: Carbon fiber diffuser optional

Body & Dimensions Body Material: Carbon fiber hood, fenders, roof, rear cover, doors optional

Chassis: Based on Mustang GT3 architecture

Estimated Curb Weight: Under 3,900 lbs (targeted)

Performance 0–60 mph: Low 3-second range est.

Top Speed: over 190 mph electronically limited

Nürburgring Target Time: Sub-7 minutes

Interior & Features Seats: Track-oriented, Recaro-style racing seats

Storage: Front trunk (due to rear transaxle)

Infotainment & Tech: TBD – focused on performance, not luxury

Production & Pricing Production Start: Late 2024

Availability: Limited-run, application-based allocation

Base Price: around $300,000 USD (estimated)

[fandom-gt]

The Code Problem

COMMISSION TYPE: Full Page + 2 Additional Page Add-ons PRICE: 95 FANDOM: Stranger Things CHARACTERS: Steve & Eddie, ft. Robin REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Steve loves having a giant boyfriend. He also loves having a rockstar boyfriend. Unfortunately he’s not used to either, and winds up stumbling across what each code means personally, sometimes dragging Robin along.” WARNINGS: Entrapment, feet, insertion, unaware, dubcon, edging -——

The first code Steve ever learned was 6, and he probably should’ve realized after that point he’d be learning the first five the hard way. The fact that they even have codes should probably have been a red flag, because it means they’re common enough occurrences they get their own categories. Getting personally peeled out of his boyfriend’s balls by Chrissy had been an embarrassing affair that left him flushed red and flustered, but oh, what a naive fool he’d been to think that was either the last time it would happen, or the most embarrassing thing that could happen. Code 2 was worse. He learned through a little ill-advised snooping that Eddie likes to wear a condom throughout some of his performances. He’d wondered they were for, those enormous foil-wrapped sachets in Eddie’s giant nightstand. After all, Steve’s his boyfriend, in theory they’re the only ones involved in their sex life, and Eddie’s definitely not sticking it anywhere that could possibly require protection — mostly because until Steve turns into a latex balloon or a stretchy rubber doll, it literally just wouldn’t fit. In a bid of frustration and curiosity, he’d peeled open one corner of the package, snuggled his way down over the rubber ring, and waited for his opportunity to pop out and declare an angry “gotcha!”, only to be absolutely baffled when Eddie pulled the latex onto his completely flaccid cock in an utterly empty room. He’d been too baffled, even, to remember to jump out, or to successfully flag down his boyfriend’s attention. “Hey- wait- no, hold on, EDDIE-” was all he managed to get out, before the swooping sensation of gravity kicked in so fiercely he’d nearly upchucked his lunch. Flashes of metal studs and dark leather passed by in a blur, until suddenly he was face to face with the head of a very familiar cock, smashed soft, mostly-clean flesh just beneath the tip, and those unyielding fingers carried on rolling the remainder of the condom down its spongey length.

And then Eddie pulled his underwear up, then zipped his leather pants, and Steve was so firmly sealed beneath so many layers he could barely move — a full reverse snow-angel under his boyfriend’s slit. Through all those layers, he could still hear the voice that came over the PA system. “Five minutes until showtime, Ed,” came a cheerful call. Unrelenting force squished Steve so hard his back popped as Eddie gripped himself and answered, “On it. Almost ready.” As it turns out, performing gives Eddie one hell of a hard-on. The more he gets into the riffs of his guitar, the harder the bass kicks and the drums pound, the more the blood rushes to his cock. By midway through the show, Eddie’s sporting a raging boner that keeps leaking down over the tip of his slit, smearing over skin, and flooding down Steve’s back. He guesses Eddie wears that condom to keep the precum from soiling his underwear or leaving them fully damp while he’s trying to perform. After the nightmare of Code 6, they gave Steve a wristwatch walkie to wear for other such incidents. It takes nearly an hour for him to be able to move his arm close enough to his mouth, and it’s only thanks to the lubricated precum that he can manage it, but he finally does, engaging the walkie and hoarsely pleading for help.. “I’m stuck- oh crap, he’s doing a solo, why does he have to hump his guitar every time he does a stupid solo-” “Steve, is that you? What do you mean? Also, you’re supposed to say ‘over’ when you’re done talking. Over.”

“I’m stuck in Eddie’s stupid crotch again, in the condom, i can’t get out, you gotta make him stop doing the stupid solo!” Silence follows for a minute, before he impatiently snaps, “Over!” into the mic. “You mean you’re- in there right now? Over?” “Yes! Tell him to stop and get me out!” The silence that follows is unsettling, and is ultimately broken by a regretful, “We can’t do that, Steve, I’m sorry. We can’t just- stop the show, he’s only half way through. You’re gonna have to sit tight until after the finale, and then we’ll try to catch him before he- you know. Fills it up. Over.” A full hour of Eddie’s cock rubbing against the hard back of his guitar later, Steve finally catches a break as Eddie’s PA stops him in his dressing room to whisper an urgent, code 2. His boyfriend peels him out, salty and soaked and exhausted. There’s an irreverent, amused smile on Eddie’s face as he holds his tiny boyfriend up to inspect him. “I should’ve known. I always play better when there’s a Code 2. It felt great, babe. Maybe you should hop in there for my next show, too.”

Code 3, as it turns out, is nowhere near as exciting. He finds himself tumbling down a combat boot the size of a house, and before he can call for help on his watch, Eddie’s bare toes make an oppressive sight at the top of the boot, and force themselves into the shoe, taking up every inch of space, and slamming him against the sole. One big toe smothers his face, too big to wrap his arms around, and he squirms beneath it. Dating Eddie for so long and repeatedly running into these scenarios must be getting to him, or building some kind of weird association, because along with the fear and frustration and humiliation, Steve finds himself getting inexplicably hard under Eddie’s unrelenting toe. And then Eddie starts to walk, pounding weight onto him again and again rhythmically, and Steve’s too crushed to call for his watch. So… look, it’s not like he has much else he can do down here, right? He wraps his arms and legs around that toe as best he can, and he grinds his hips up into his boyfriend’s foot, desperately seeking relief for his anxiety-induced hard-on in between every step. It’s an exercise in frustration, because just as he’s finding a rhythm, the foot slams back down again, crushing him too tightly to move. And then it lifts up, and he rolls his hips quickly, frantically, hoping- Only to have that foot slam back down again, cutting him off prematurely before he can get close enough. And so it goes for half an hour, Eddie blissfully unaware, Steve uncomfortable and terrified and trying to come. Only once Eddie finally sits down at his final destination does he realize there’s something in his shoe, but rather than investigate, he just starts wiggling his toes around, manipulating it, turning Steve’s little body sideways and scrunching them, catching him between them, rubbing them. An absent, thoughtless assault on his entire person that leaves Steve in near-tears from the friction and overstimulation, none of it regular enough for him to finally just get off. And then Eddie walks home, peels his boot off, and investigates. Seeing Steve’s sweet little body in despair, and seeing exactly how hard his boyfriend is, he chalks it up to Steve having some kind of foot fetish. “Sorry to interrupt, I didn’t realize you were in there having a good time, Harrington. You should’ve told me you were into Code 3,” he says, lowering Steve back down into the boot. He can’t hear Steve’s miniscule little protests as he shoves his foot back in, and carries on playing with Steve’s little body. Code 1, though… Code 1 has to be the most intense of all the code Steve’s run into so far. He never in a million years would’ve guessed it happened with any kind of regularity, but there he sat at the bottom of a crushing tunnel, the light above so far from him it’s barely visible, and then Robin’s voice calling down to him. “Wooooow, seriously, Steve? A code 1? You guys are such- dudes, you’re so weird, and horny, and unsafe, and I can’t believe I have to do this again-” “Again?! What do you mean again?!” Steve called up, his voice thick and strained as a muscle spasm of pleasure rolled through Eddie involuntarily. “And could you tell him to stop getting off on this?! I’m slipping!” There’s a moment of silence, and then Robin calls back down, “He says he’s sorry, he can’t help it, you’re in a really good spot right now. Which is exactly the same thing that happened to Chrissy, and to the last one that ‘accidentally’”- she made air-quotes with her fingers. Steve can’t explain how he knows, he definitely couldn’t see it, but he’s one hundred percent certain she did the air quotes. “Tripped and fell down your giant boyfriend’s stupid giant dick. Now, if you wanna get out before you wind up in an even worse spot, you’ll shut up and stop moving! Otherwise, this could go from a code 1 to a code 9 really fucking quick, and trust me, you do not want a code 9.” Steve looked down at the flesh-paneled walls behind him, and gulped.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

This is a game or simulation we are living in. The real war is on your consciousness. Everything else is an outpicturing of the collective consciousness. And there are only two types of consciousness: the consciousness of love (God, love, prana, a higher qualities of chi/light, lubrication, and expansion) and the consciousness of fear (evil, violence, exhaustive, dehydration, and separation). Everything is powered by your beliefs and perceptions. Do not permit your energy to get tied up into these insanity systems of oppression, repression, and blood rituals. -India Ame'ye, Author

[lildoodlenoodle]

So I’ve been thinking, why does Spider Noir have black webbing? To my knowledge, no spider produces black webs and neither do any other insects that I can find. So, theoretically, how is this happening?

I can think of a couple ways:

1. Blood. Internal bleeding can turn mucus, urine, and fecal matter dark and even black. If Peter’s internal spinnerets bled with use into his silk gland then it could potentially darken the webbing. Maybe not black necessarily, as it would be more of a dark red(due to silk being white) but it could also be that his blood is darker or black.(this could part of the spider mutation or if u think his world is in black and white) This can also be tied back to necrosis, which if the spider god is changing his insides,,, yikes.

2. Pollutants. Certain chemicals and pollutants(including smoking) can cause black mucus. 1930s wasn’t exactly known for environmentally conscious business practices and air and water quality. Dude could just be dirty lol. This would also include a fungal/yeast infection inside the actual spinneret.

3. Spider silk is really just proteins, proteins are mostly died black with amido black. Amido black has a methanol base. Peter’s spinnerets could produce or overproduce a similar compound. Methanol comes into the body from just regular diet mostly, but is excreted through the kidneys. Maybe Peter can’t break down methanol as successful so it’s also secreted through the spinnerets, or he has to eat so much(super metabolism) of certain foods(like vitamin k is a pretty good fuel for making webs) that he has more methanol in his system than the average human and needs another way to secrete that. Nitrogen Dioxide is also a possibility.

4. The silk is created similarly to hair. Peter has darker or even black hair sometimes. Hair is ‘dyed’ black by eumelanin. If there is an over production of eumelanin it could cause some dark skin patches. This can be caused by hormone production changes(spider god). You can also increase eumelanin production by eating foods rich in antioxidants, copper, and some vitamins, so Peter’s body could be producing an excess of any of those.

5. ✨Magic✨

Note: Why am I focusing on mucus? Because it’s possible spinnerets would need an internal lubricant in human bodies which most likely would be a type of mucus.

[buttsandboltguns]

Cold Blood, Star's Heart

Officially speaking, RAKU-0793-1-MIL-CMDO “Anti” was a combat unit. Her cerebral simulation unit was mounted within a Neohuman Assault Chassis Mk.23, one of the most advanced milspec commando type frames available to the North American Coalition. It contained all the systems developed for the Special Emulation Response Effigy Mk.5, as well as additional improvements to the CSU interfacing and fine-motor control systems.

Unofficially, she was a search and rescue unit. But when most heard that, they laughed - a NAC.23 couldn’t do SAR operations. They were too sharp around the edges. Too rough. Not gentle enough. Too much like a dragon and not enough like a beloved hound. Not friendly enough. Not calming enough.

Not Human enough.

Her unit mates had nicknamed her “Antikythera”, for her ability to always guide them back to their extraction point by the stars and a compass alone. Although she had an internal compass subsystem, she used a physical one. It was more Human. They thought it was quirky and funny, and so she continued to carry a compass, despite the weight being better suited towards things such as bandages or an aluminum splint. But equipment efficiency meant little to being Human. She didn’t know what it was that she lacked that they had, but she would try to make up for it. Maybe the compass helped.

But her job didn’t require a compass. Her ocular array focused, zooming in over hundreds of meters as she picked out a major disturbance in a series of trees and foliage. With a single line of process code, her vision switched from visible spectrum to infrared, the bushes at the bottom of the rubble-covered hill glowing a harsh white from their radiant spectra. That must be the injured mountaineer. Introspection could wait until the rescue was complete.

Her servos whined gently to balance her as she slid down the rocky hill, then breaking into a jog along the pathway along the slope of the ridgeline. She felt her internal gyroscope compensate for the odd sway to her gait - right side secondary electrohydraulic system, 2% inefficiency, low on graphite lubricant - and ignored the system report that popped up in her vision range. It was promptly dismissed. Prioritize the rescue.

The bush readily yielded to her as she pulled it away from the injured individual. She did not bother processing their face - her sensory suite was already complaining about the detectable levels of saline in the air, along with the hormonal cocktail that was readily matched to cortisol. In the fraction of a second before she was fully noticed, she remembered - SAR means prioritize the rescue. Prioritizing the rescue meant preventing panic.

“There is no need to be alarmed,” she started, her voice monotone and delivered with a flat cadence, “I am with the search and rescue team. You are safe now.”

The Human startled, as expected, and she finally shouldered the bush out of the way. Now she could see the injury - a badly sprained ankle. Locally treatable with topical and oral anesthetic for the pain and an aluminum splint for transport. Time to get to work.

“You are injured. I am equipped to handle your injuries. Do you consent to this treatment?”

The statement always felt stale. Offputting. But it was required for droids - like her - to administer any sort of assistance. She felt off. Less Human.

The Human consented visually.

Her chestrig, riveted to the modular outer layers of her abrasion plating, contained the items she required. The topical anesthetic would be first - a spray, one designed to numb the locally affected area. The rescue target would typically complain about the chilliness of the spray.

Carefully, she gripped it with her right side manipulator array. Gentle pressure. There - exactly 3lbs of force. Just right. Pop the cap off with the other - oh, she cracked the lid. A later problem. Spray. Slightly too much force - the spray nozzle was jammed now, stuck in spray mode. Striking the nozzle against her forearm broke it off and unjammed the internal straw, letting the flow stop. It was a wasted can, but it would be a waste anyways. She let go of it into her drop pouch.

Next was the aluminum splint.

In the process of forming it correctly to the rescue target’s leg, she pinched with one pound too much force. A yelp and an utterance of “stupid effigy!” came from the Human.

The mistake was understandable. A civilian not in the field of simulacra, cerebral simulations, and Smart AIs couldn’t be expected to know the difference between an effigy and a droid.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt anyways.

She fixed the slightly-too-tight splint. It was optimal and bound to the leg properly. Behind her, she could hear her unit mates approaching - she would let them handle the rest of it.

The Human seemed to be more at ease being tended by their own kind, anyway.

She had to pretend that didn’t hurt as she stepped away, fading into the shadow of dusk. They wouldn’t be able to find her if they didn’t utilize a communicator module, but she could find them. It was better this way - watching over them all from a distance. Ensuring they got back safe. Every rescue reminded her of that.

She was a mispurposed unit. Designed for war and destruction, yet permitted to roam among the civilians of the N.A.C. Every rescue reminded her of that.

Each time she moved a little too fast and set everyone on edge reminded her of that. Every time she remembered details a little too clearly and made everyone uncomfortable reminded her of that.

Every time she didn’t pick up on some “implication” and messed up the joke reminded her of that.

That she would never be the same as them.

That few would deal with her as she was.

That she wasn’t Human enough.

And Antikythera slipped into the night.