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whumpdoyoumean · 30 days

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The people have spoken! This year's Whump March Madness winner is...

Drugged!!!

Thank you for another great year!

Here are 6 excellent druggings for you to watch (or rewatch):

~Stranger Things, 3x06

~The Man From UNCLE (2015)

~White Collar, 1x10

~Endeavour, 4x02

~Constantine, 1x03

~9-1-1: Lone Star, 3x12

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selfshippingquotes · 5 months

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F/O: S/I, calm down, I'm completely fine.

S/I: No you're not, F/O, we gotta get you to a hospital!

F/O: No, no, not the hospital! Injections are scary and painful!

S/I: And getting run over wasn't?!

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doodlebloo · 4 days

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Cool update to Bloo's terrible horrible no good very bad week: After I got a shot in my ass at the doctor, my phone bluescreened completely.

Every writing WIP of mine since 2019 is now lost entirely. Anything I didn't post on ao3 is literally gone. There's still a slim chance I could recover it but it's doubtful.

#that includes outlines ficlets full wips everything. since before the dsmp even started.#i am in physical mental and emotional agony. good gravy.#doodle.txt #tw needles #tw injection #i guess?? ask to tag

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whumpberry-cookie · 2 years

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Scared Whumpee is begging his rescuers not to put him under.

He tries to push medic's hands away, but he's just too weak to fight. So helpless and desperate. The needle sticks in his neck. The sobs and pleas slowly quiet down as the sedative kicks in and he falls unconcious in Caretaker's arms.

#recovery whump #whump #whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker #medic caretaker #tw medication #tw coma #tw anesthesia #writing prompt #tw needle #tw injection

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dogbound1128 · 3 months

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Donnie 2 minutes after Casey's birth about to give him a "healthy dosage" of mutagen cause he doesn't want to "waste resources" (a living being being born and eating)

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Just something from my rendition of the Bad Timeline

#rottmnt #rottmnt future #future donnie #donnie immoral #<- how do i tag a character doing immoral shit #casey jr rottmnt #rottmnt spoilers #rottmnt movie spoilers #Youtube #tw needles #tw injection #tw experimentation #cw needles #tw syringe #cw syringe #cw injection #cw experimentation

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egg-writes-whump · 1 year

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I just saw a post that made me think of this:

having a needle in your gums/roof of your mouth is painful :(

I had two teeth taken out because my mouth was too crowded (which is why I needed braces-) and they had to inject painkillers into my m o u t h and it hurt

what I’m saying is inject painkillers into your whumpee’s mouth

#Egg writes whump #whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #irl whump #tw mouth whump #tw injection

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scarlet-streak-fanfics · 2 years

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HI. It's me... aha...

You know what I'm here for so I'm gonna make it short, More Sherlock and Mycroft angst but mostly on the Sherlock part, probably arguing again but this time more serious that even Ms. Hudson and John gets worried, Sherliam included (of course I mean)

I don't know maybe Sherlock gets to angry and stressed from Mycroft's pressure that he decides to go missing for a week and get some time for himself y'know.(He's gonna solve cases probably he's to energetic AND BORED to not solve cases. And probably play some violin too) He goes missing, everyone's going nuts, William getting too worried and angry that he threathens Mycroft with a knife (now we know where Louis got his tendency from Ig) Then bom Sherlock comes back. I leave the rest and the details to you but, I would like it if it's an happy ending! THANK YOU!

Hello there my new friend! We discussed the changes I wanted to make to this request, so here's part one as promised! I hope you enjoy it. This will be a three-parter darker alternative version of the fic I posted yesterday. Don't worry, there still will be a happy ending of some kind. The first 676 words are the same as yesterday's. Sorry 'bout that. I wanted to make sure this fic could stand on its own.

Trigger Warning for Drug Use, specifically Morphine, Hypodermic Needles, and mentions of Morphine

Sherlock allows his head to rest against the back of his chair, his eyes fixing on the smoke gathering at the ceiling from the cigarette perched haphazardly between his lips. He knows he should open the window—John has been trying to get him to quit ever since he moved in, and Ms. Hudson has threatened to kick him out of the flat over smoking indoors on more than one occasion. Apparently, the smell gives her a headache, and the smoke damages the ceilings and furniture; he made the mistake once of asking if the damage really mattered if he and John were the only ones who would ever live there. The rise in rent the following month was enough to keep Sherlock from pushing the landlady’s buttons for a good while. Still, he can’t bring himself to care about anything besides tuning out his older brother’s scoldings. Mycroft had stopped by for his weekly attempt at making Sherlock find more steady work and actually make something of himself besides a drug-addict “consulting detective”. He can hear Mycroft pacing the apartment as he continues his lecture, “It’s all well and good right now—your Lord of Crime is keeping you in enough work to pay rent. However, once he’s caught or slinks off into the shadows as criminals are oft to do, you’ll be out of a job. If Mother were still alive—”

“She’d be bloody disappointed at the failure she gave birth to.” Sherlock finishes bitterly, removing the cigarette from his lips and holding it between two fingers as he releases the smoke from his lungs. The older Holmes brother stops, all his attention focusing on Sherlock. “That’s not what I was going to say and you know that.”

“It’s what you meant, innit?” Sherlock stands up, stepping behind his chair to open the window and turning his back to his brother. He leans on the windowsill, tapping the ash from his cigarette to the streets below. “Ma always wanted us to be something more. That’s what all the fancy schoolin’ was for, right, Myc? Why you talk all posh and rub elbows with the nobility.”

“Yes, but I don’t expect that from you because I know that we are not the same person. However, that doesn’t mean you lack the potential for your own greatness. You have a brilliant mind, Sherly, and you’re squandering it.”

“Unlike you, pushin’ papers all day as the Queen’s lapdog.” Sherlock’s sarcasm is not lost on Mycroft—he finds himself being spun to face his older brother, cigarette falling from his fingers to the street below. “You know just as well as I do that one of us had to continue repaying the debt of our family—I took that burden so you could find a path of your own and this is what you’ve done with it!”

“I don’t recall askin’ you to make that sacrifice for me.” Sherlock looks his brother in the eyes, face and voice the picture of defiance. Mycroft studies him for a moment before letting the hand he’d used to turn Sherlock drop back to his side, a huff of defeat leaving him. “Just think about it, Sherly. I know you’re better than this.”

Sherlock doesn’t try to stop his brother as Mycroft departs from the apartment. He doesn’t bother to close the door after him, leaving it slightly ajar as he returns to the window and fishes a fresh cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket. Usually, he’d already be on his way to the nearest bar, but it’s barely sunset. John made him promise after one too many mornings where Sherlock stumbled in hungover, bloody, and bruised from whatever nonsense he’d gotten into the night before that he’d tell John when he was going out, what bar he was going to, and when he intended to be back so the doctor could retrieve him if necessary. He understood this rule in principle, but it was particularly frustrating on evenings when John was out with his fiancée Mary and wouldn’t be back until much later.

However, Sherlock reasons to himself as his right hand flexes unconsciously, that rule does only apply to bars. Sure, John had discouraged the habit, but he’d never outright told him no. If he’s quick about it, his roommate might not even know he’s gone. It takes him a moment to find the sterilized kit that he keeps for such occasion–it’s tucked away in a cabinet after months of no use.

Sherlock throws on his coat, checking the pocket to make sure he didn’t leave his wallet somewhere else. After all, he can’t really ask Ms. Hudson to help him find his wallet so he can pay for one of the vices that upsets her the most. Once satisfied that he’ll have the money for his outing, the detective creeps down the stairs, the paranoia at altering his beloved landlady to his departure causing him to act like a teenager sneaking out past curfew.

It’s been a while since he indulged in opioids, or really anything beyond a few drinks or cigarettes. If he had to guess, it was the arrival of a certain mathematician into his life that allowed him to break the habit. William had challenged him, giving him an unpredictable variable in the monotony that was his life, and he’d never wanted to miss a chance to enjoy that variable just because he was high. He immediately pushes that train of thought aside as something in his heart starts to ache. William was still teaching Durham and most likely wouldn’t return to the city until the weekend–no need to hold himself back for Liam’s sake.

As he gets closer and closer to his destination, an opium den hidden away in the slums that he’s certain Mycroft is unaware of, Sherlock fights to repress his doubts about this decision. He can almost see John’s disappointed face or William’s contempt, but the idea of annoying his older brother by leaning into the part of a drug addict keeps him going. Still, he can’t stop the roiling shame in his stomach as he purchases the morphine, waving away the offer of needles as he makes his way to the back of the dilapidated den.

John would kill him if he used anything besides sanitized hypodermic needles, especially since the ones offered by the dealer had most likely been used already. The flood of guilt that comes with that thought is almost enough to make him disregard that rule. He tucks himself away into a dark corner, removing his coat and laying it over his shoulders to act as a visual block. He wants to irritate Mycroft, not cause a scandal when the younger brother of the director of London’s Military Department is revealed to be an opioid addict. Once again, he pushes those thoughts aside, ignoring the dull pain in his chest and prickling, hot feeling in his eyes.

Sherlock is strangely numb as he measures out a safe dose of the liquid into his needle and rolls up the sleeve of his white shirt. Something feels final about this moment. Even though he’s done this action dozens of times before, he’s certain that there’s no coming back from this decision. Unfortunately, that’s not enough to stop him from pushing the needle into his arm with practiced precision, gritting his teeth at the familiar pain.

As he pulls his jacket fully over his head, the sickeningly sweet smell of opium smoke filling his lungs, Sherlock tries to force himself to relax. He knows this’ll be much less pleasant if he fights the drugs now coursing through his system–he just has to keep his anxieties at bay for a few more minutes.

He can’t quite tell when the morphine starts to kick in. However, the familiar warmth of euphoria soon floods his senses, and his muscles start to relax as he leans back against the wall. As his eyelids flutter shut to hide dialating pupils and his breathing slows, Sherlock decides that maybe he can stay here a little longer than he intended to.

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rotten-queer · 2 years

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Subq T injections

My shot was pretty easy today, my very first practice injection was super easy but every shot since then has been a bit difficult.

Tips:

Most guys I've seen in videos say they shower right before to warm up that skin, I take it a bit farther and keep a heat pack on my belly for awhile. I always lay down when I do my shot and usually listen to a video or music.

Don't pull the syringe out just cuz it doesn't seem like it's going in!

Getting it through the skin is the tough part. If you've poked it in, just push harder until it pops through the skin layer. It'll hurt more the slower you're going, but it's definitely tough to stab yourself quickly with the fear there. If you can get the needle in quickly, definitely do cuz it saves u the pain of slowly pushing that needle through. You want to get through the skin as fast as possible.

I leave the needle in for a few seconds after injecting to avoid leaking, but it leaked a bit today regardless. This works for me usually tho.

It gets a bit easier over time, it doesn't take me hours anymore. I can get it done pretty fast now. Have someone help you if you have a safe person to do that

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gryphonanon · 5 days

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You could say that…

*he releases some air from the syringe, and injects it into Grif* It causes a state of paralysis, that keeps the victim conscious.

… it doesn’t hurt. Actually, you don’t feel much of ANYTHING

— Kepler

*Grif flinches as he's injected. Before the paralysis sets in, he growls*

Y'really think that'll work on him?

#the gryphon talks #tw needles #tw injection

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snakegirllovehandles · 1 year

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content notice: needles, injection talk under the cut

You'd think that being on the (estrogen) needle since july I'd have gotten over my mild-ish needle phobia, but I just haven't.

My average is about 20-50 minutes from "ready to inject" (prep takes about 10 minutes for some reason), but to be truly harsh to myself I've been putting this off since morning, and I've only just now done it in the afternoon. Which isn't a habit I want to get into but it seems to be what's happening anyways. I hate this slide, it always happens to me with planned stuff. Fuckin' ADHD.

Today I managed 36 minutes from start (washing hands) to finish (bandage on). This is pretty good, but it's not quite under my self-assigned par time of half an hour. Last week was much worse, 65 minutes. The three weeks before were all about half an hour. Before that I had a few that were an hour each. And so on and so forth. I think my worst time is 2 hours? Not really important, I consider anything less than an hour to be a good week, even though I always aim for half of one.

And yet, I chose this. I choose this. I want this. I know what it's like to have to take multiple pills in a day, and I definitely don't want to mess with patches because frankly I don't want to complicate my already inadequate personal hygiene even more. I chose injection not just because there are better results reported, not just because straight E injection has cratered my T without an antiandrogen, but also because... I have ADHD. Medication compliance is so fuckin' hard for me. Every day, depending on if it's the weekend or not, I have three to five pills to take, and I just don't want to give my ADHD the ability to interfere with my HRT like that on a daily fuckin' basis. Even if it takes me an hour every friday to do self injection, it's still less time and anguish than I'll waste on taking or not taking or stressing over taking or not taking HRT pills thrice a girldamn day. Hell every week I think "god actually self injection is fuckin' easy, I wish it was time to do it right the hell now again because I'm rarin' to go!" and then I get to friday morning and I'm putting it off again, I get to friday afternoon and I'm putting it off again, I get to friday afternoon with the needle uncapped and I'm just... stuck, until I get over it, and get the needle in.

The most annoying thing is that it's not even that painful most of the time. Hell, some of my best didn't feel like anything worse than being slowly poked with a blunt pencil. Haven't had a truly painless one in a few months, unfortunately, but it's almost never bad. It's not the pain, really. It hasn't been since about september, when I really boned up and figured out what I was doing wrong (going too high or too low, mostly). The problem is that it's a fairly big needle and it goes into me and I can't look away because I'm doing it and I don't have anyone to do it for me and I wouldn't want someone else to do it for me because I have to be able to do this myself. An inch and a half is pretty scary if you think about it! it's about as long as from the tip of your forefinger down to the middle knuckle. All of that goes in and for some reason that's the part that makes me pause. I've considered switching to subcutaneous but honestly I don't think it would help. It's the "needle goes in" part that's the sticking point, I think. I usually have to look away while getting injections or my blood drawn.

Anyways it's frustrating that I'm not over this yet. I feel like I've probably gotten better because it used to be an hour every time and now most of the time it's not, but I wish it was as easy as a lot of other girls find it.

#actually blogging on your blog #hrt #injection #syringe #needle #rant #tw needle #tw injection #ADHD problems and solutions #(the solution is estradiol valerate)

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uncanny-tranny · 11 months

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One of my biggest pieces of advice for those taking injectable hormones is to make sure you're injecting at the right angle

For intramuscular (IM), you inject at a 90° angle.

For subcutaneous (SQ), you inject at a 45° angle.

Here is a graphic depicting what the angle of your injection should look like: