#cloroform

[dullahen]

underwater karaoke~

I imagine they are blasting fallout boy, but feel free to be funnier than me, i won’t cry i promise-

[kin-the-muffin]

my entire personality is just that one hufflepuff that demands to be feared like

me, a literal puffball: I AM THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION

my friend: sure you are honey, do you want some goldfish?

me: imsorryforyellingpleasedontleavemeyesiwouldlikesomegoldfish

[ceausescue]

i promise to shoot the man i accosted in the alleyway unless he gives me his wallet. he says "this is just like rokos basilisk". i say "what?", and the man says "ah so you don't already know. i know information which is dangerous to you, and may cause unquantified but large amounts of disutility to you if you know it. give me the gun or i will tell you this information". obviously i wouldn't believe him, except omega previously told me that my next victim would be right about everything he said. so im inventivzed to shoot him before he can speak, but a weighted average of all human beliefs implies murder will be punished severely in the afterlife (so the tiny probability any god is real doesn't cancel itself out across different gods). instead i lunge forward and hold a cloroform rag over his mouth, knocking him out. now i need only fear earthly reprisal, and my accomplice (who is my alibi, due to our distinct resemblance) is a perfect copy of me. since ive precommitted to kill myself if i get ratted out (as has he, since we're perfect copies) i know im secure. in a way he precommitted before he even existed, though since that idiot thinks he's the original he doesn't realize it. hey what if i could credibly predict that he would commit to other things before he existed. he could- oh goddamn it what a waste of cloroform. before i leave to begin bringing about the existence of a vindictive superintellegent ai i pull the wallet from the mans pocket- $0 dollars. just another night for me, just another night

[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

open starter

You see a figure in the forest, lying down. They look like they're asleep, a rag is next to them (evidence of being cloroformed).

The person looks to be about 15, they have long, messy ginger/blonde hair. They have a multitude of scars and bruises.

They're wearing a stereotypical military school outfit.

What do you do?

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[robin374]

Hi!!! Hope you are doing great :3

Could you write some headcanons with S/O finding out that engie and pyro are ticklish? Just a playful thingy, feel free to ignore!

(Although tell me if you do, so I won't wait like a pup outside a store /hi)

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FRO MAKING YOU WAIT here you have your request, it was very fun to write it!!

You found out he was ticklish the moment you accidentally poked his side while you helped him carry some boxes to his workshop. He jumped as he let out a small "Oh!". Your reaction was to apologize, however, the moment you realized that he jumped because he was ticklish you started doing it more.

As for Pyro, you found out they were ticklish in the common room, you wanted to give them a scare and decided to poke at their sides. You've never saw Pyro move that fast in your live, they quickly turned around and started scolding you.

Whenever Engie was near you, you poked his side making him jump and then you laughed but he sometimes threatened you with returning those tickles one day. The following days you were a bit tense and alert so he could not get you by suprise, but the days passed by and you didn't get those tickles back. So, you let your guard down.

Yeah, so, when they both noticed that you let your guard down. They took advantage and convinced everyone except you to plan a 'tickle attack'. Soldier offered to draw the plan on the strategy board that he usually used to explain RED Team's new attacking plans. Medic offered to sleep you with cloroform and the tie you a chair so they could tickle you, but that was clearly rejected from everyone except Pyro, who saw it as a game.

Finally, the plan went smoothly and you were at your suspected position: taking a good nap on the common room's sofa. You looked so relaxed and comfortable. Oh how they were going to enjoy this revenge... At the count of three everyone jumped at you and started tickling you, you woke up startled by Demo's war cry and Heavy's loud laugh. You screamed and laughed because of the tickles and when they stopped you saw Engie and Pyro approaching with their hands up. They obviously won the tickle war and now you're afraid to tickle them again.

[twoinme]

Die Damen müssen entschuldigen, ich muss sie leider verlassen, meine Assistentin wird sich weiter um ihr Wohlbefinden kümmern. Ich werde bald wieder bei ihnen sein und mich intensiv mit ihren Körperöffnungen befassen. Bis dahin entspannen sie sich. Friederike wenn sie Probleme bereiten!!! Du weist wo das Cloroform steht.

[mediawhatwiveswatch]

The Wives Watch: Supernatural S2 E4-7

People seem to like our weird reactions! Season 2 continued! Lets-a-go!

S2E4 - She Slayed, She Snapped

Episode lowkey kinda sad. Our poor boys

No texting and driving Angela <3

Their mum was only like 29 when she died?? Dean is almost the same age as her??

Dean's older than his mum was when she had him??

The boys are gardeners at heart, as long as the garden contains weapons and/or spirits

Arguing through a grieving 3rd party lmao

Student accommodation in the states is fancyy

Me when my roommate fills our shared living room with her professionally taken headshots

I don't think Sam understands how to engage with porn?

Dean stealing some girl's diary is mad. Personal space buddy

Sam really said "I'm fine burning my dad, but a girl? Absolutely not"

Guessing game - Is girlie a ghost or a sociopath here to prove Dean wrong?

Unexpected 3rd option - Zombie Episode Babyy!

Good brother Sam <3 Dean listen to the brother

Did you hear me? Its a necronomenon (Dean play this song with a fucking beat!)

They really committed to talking about porn this episode?

"HI LINDSEY IM HOME" Angela said calmly

Do they not teach scissor safety to these people? They are not gardening tools or stabbies >:(

Get snapped on brotherr

Angela go vroom

S2E5 - The Ceiling Babies Are Back At It

hahaha Gun Magazine. I get it

A murder! A suicide! A sink!

Dr Badass in the building lets go!

Jo's down baadddd poor girl

How many outfit changes do these men have??

"Murder's not in your bones" Give him time to grow into it

Dislike Suggestion guy immediately. Literally introduced to him leaving some girls house. Icky implication absolutely not

This guy is worse than telekinetic stabby guy. He had a reason at least

Dean is an OJ truther good for him

The team has finally gotten someone who is good at lying!

Evil Twin Episode! Surprised it took this long tbh

Bro's called Anson Weemes of course he changed it. That's enough reason to become a murderer

Who needs to ceiling women when you can dam them instead!

If we had two nickles...

Daémön mention! Plot time!

S2E6 - Invest in Renters Insurance

We spent a lot of time googling where states are

Congrats on cold open girl fighting for her tenants rights

Are american walls Like That or is this flat awful?

Nebraska is for Lovers 🌽

"It's not because your a girl, it's because you don't know what your doing" @ me next time Dean

My darling partner witnessing part of a scalp get pulled from a vent: "Hair extensions!"

Does demon damage count as wear and tear?

Dean? Doesn't know how to sleep comfortably? Sir?

"First thing you think of when you think of your dad" followed by a blank stare of Trauma by Dean

HH Holmes! First episode based on Some Guy?

Why does Dean know what cloroform smells like? Are you okay?

The ooze lowkey looks like jam. Peanut butter and ooze sandwich

Did the guy who plays Sam just actually IRL break his arm or are they just committed to making him useless for a bit?

Uh Oh John is causing problems from the great beyond

HE WASNT EVEN A GOOD HUNTER WHEN HE WAS ALIVE

S2E7: The Gang Goes To Jail

DUN DUN

All the lies compiled in the intro lmao

They finally got got. Sam's pre-law better come in useful

Either they're better at lying than we expected or things are about to go badly

Update: Sam's pre-law isnt useful. Learn to not speak to cops without a laywer Samuel.

"Oh no he's going to touch her and get his fingerprints on her" *cuts to police stood behind him*

Imagine making out with someone mid murder investigation where someones SPINAL CHORD WAS VISIBLE

Big fan of the brothers being little shits <3 its what they do best

Writing down the great escape just to annoy the cops lmaooo

Ghost girl got cask of amontillado'd

Who would've guessed that the cop who attacked an inmate is also a terrible person? Who could've forseen this

Sam knows suspiciously too much about police vehicles....

Dean says ACAB

"Shes a good lady" "FOR A COP"

They're doing alot of references recently

Things are ramping up in the Sam and Dean emotional turmoil department.

{{9% through the series}}

[radioiaci]

@kingdomofbellows ⧐ “See what you need is some GOOD medicine! From my time!” Irene sets down a bottle of Ms. Hersham’s Cold medicine. “This is what I used! Spicy peppers to clear the nose, cloroform and heroin for your cough, honey for any sore throat, and opium for pain! All mixed into alcohol to ensure you rest proper like. Goes exceptionally well with belladonna tea and a plaster of mustard on your back and chest. Trust me my Lord, if this doesn’t cure you, nothing will.” UNPROMPTED ASKS.

What in the world-

He might have been entirely unbothered by the bottle of cold medicine. But chloroform and heroin? What, had she plucked these from Pentious's personal stash of opioids? Tea, too, was not exactly strange. But mustard?!

"Are you trying to cure me or kill me?"

[adickaboutspoons]

Cloroform towels! Oh Stede I love you!

[themosthatedbeingg]

Irene standing on the end of his bed like a sleep paralysis demon staring him down before lifting up a jar.

“I have brought you cold medicine. And a plaster of mustard to smear on your chest. It’s good for illness.” What she didn’t mention was the cold medicine was an unholy concoction of spicy peppers, cloroform, heroin, honey, opium, and alcohol that even god feared.

She stares at him. “You will recover quickly. I will not give you a choice.”

(She’s come to nurse him back to health)

Monty sensed danger and was instantly awake— slithering out of the room quickly to grab the guards .

“How do you keep breaking into my room,…. Also what in my hell is that ??are you sure the mustard isn’t just you trying to eat me again?”

[life-winners-liveblog]

noooo... it's. lavender?

SL!Tango: It's clearly Cloroform.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Kia: I'm drawing a blank, which is the essential oil you use to calm people down?

Paresse: Cloroform.

Kia: ...

Kia: ...no.

[shopcat]

he tied the ears into a ponytail can somebody please from the bottom of my heart cloroform me

[people-can-be-tamed]

Alright I think we need to put you on a mandatory rest, at least for a few hours before you get yourself into a early grave

I’m getting the blankets and if necessary the chloroform

"...Cloroform doesn't work like it does in the movies. It loses its effecr when exposed to the air.

You'd need... to be constantly pouring it on the rag, and even then, the victim would only pass out for a few seconds before getting oxygen to their brain again."

[omi-papus]

This case of rare nonsensical rendering from me is brought to you by me being fed the absolute fuck up with cloroform. No I will not elaborate.

[falaghax]

(Credits to u/TheQWERTYKeys on reddit!)

When you got home late today, there was this strange box on the front door. There is no adress written on it, so you assume it wasn't delivered.

You bring it inside and put it on the kitchen table and read the text on it: "Furry mistery box". You never asked for anything like this and never showed any interest in the furry fandom at all.

You doubt if it's really for you, but when you open it, there is a big card with your name written on it in black ink. Under it, it is just written "Welcome".

After you take the card out of the inside of the box, it finally hits you.

The smell, the smell hits you.

Inside, there was just fur. Bloody cat, dog and whatever else fur.

And as you retreat with repulsion, you notice that there is something poking out, peeking thust enough to be noticeable, while being almost entirely covered in bloody animal fur.

You grab the exposed end of the object and slowly pull it out in order to not spill anything.

After it is all out of the box, you realize what it is...

It's a severed deer antler.

You throw it at the door, it's disgusting. But as you go grab it to throw it in the trash bin outside, you hear loud mouthbreathing right outside your door.

For a second, you retreat, before getting your mouth covered with a cloroform soaked rag and passing out right then and there. The only thing you could feel before you closed your eyes, was fur.

You wake up, tied down to a chair, feeling hot and smelling awful, turned to the glass door of your living room. Outside, there are furries in fursuits, a lot of them, standing in the moonlight, looking straight at you.

You hear it again, the mouthbreathing, this time, right behind you. You try to look at who is there, but you can only see a light yellow fursuit.

Now you notice something. Why it was so hot. Why the awful smell coming from you.

You're dressed as they are. You're only missing the head.

The mouthbreather walks in front of you, and you see that in his hands there is a military knife and the antler. You look at their face. Their lynx head turning slightly. And then they start.

The lynx drenches you in a strange, clear liquid, right before feeling the knife being inserted inside your mouth. You try to scream, but you can't. There was something else in the chloroform.

You feel excruciating pain as the mouthbreather cuts off your tongue. You see them pulling out the severed flesh off your mouth, right before they slowly insert the antler in your mouth.

It tears your insides as you choke on it, and you feel the blood from your esophagus falling into your stomach. Blood starts dripping from your mouth and falling into your lap.

You feel sick. Blood is where it shouldn't be. The blood from your mouth makes the brown fur of the fursuit you've been forced into red.

As they push it deeper, they break your teeth and jaw, and now it goes in a lot easier.

They stop and stare at your bloody face. They get behind you again.

The furries are still outside, still staring. In the same spot. In the same pose. You start to think the're all dummies.

The lynx covers your head, and you only see darkness.

You start fading, you feel weak. And then, you start seeing your living room again.

You look around and the lynx unties you. You hear a masculine voice coming from them.

–It's alright now, you're alright. You can stop being afraid.

You want to say something, but stay silent. You see that their eyes move, and they didn't before.

–We've been observing you. We've been noticing things about you, and now, it's okay. You're alright.

There was something weirdly conforting about the way he spoke.

–We made this fursuit just for you. It's your favourite animal, isn't it?

You notice that the sound isn't coming from inside the fursuit, instead, it's coming from it's mouth.

–We chose today, because we knew what is today, and we knew you'd be late.

No, no! There is no way! They can't! They-

–Today's your sister's death anniversary. And you stopped by her grave. That gave us time to prepare all of this for you. You are now free, and you are finally yourself.

You finally notice, that you are seeing everything from your fursuit's eyes.

–We're your new family now, and you're one of us.

The lynx hugs you. You are still in shock. That is not real, that is not.

But you see now, the furries in your backyard are moving.

The lynx holds your hand, and you feel his touch. He brings you outside, to the middle of the street, and the others follow.

And as you walk with them, you finally speak.

–Why?

–Because we care about you.

"Was that really? Did... did that just happen? It's too much. Am i on board with this? Am i crazy? Should i go with it?"

Toughts, just toughts. You know that you're safe now. You're safe with them.

The lynx gives you something, a box, and you ask them:

–Where are we going?

–We're going to another house.