#sedative mention

[sparklecarehospital]

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[goobie-goobert]

Yea man, you “stole” gumballs on FREE gumball day ಠ_ಠ

Dumbass

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[guardianspirits13]

Highkey wanna see a rewrite the Trials of Apollo series from an outside perspective so it's not filtered through Apollo's unreliable narration.

Don't get me wrong- I really enjoy his narration, but I think the series would hit even harder if we're watching a 16 year old go through the worst six months of his life.

The horror of what he (and other characters) go through is eased a bit by the fact that he isn't actually a child and has a fragile ego (and again, unreliable narration), but some of the events in this series are brutal even by PJO/HOO standards.

[neonhellscape]

im giving marazhai problems

[mister-eames]

“there are plenty of good thieves” like who?? name one. 

cobb was like nahh we need a forger too and instead of telling him to get both a thief and a forger, y’know, separately, in order to avoid risking his life, arthur was like ur so right go get eames. and cobb was like fine okay, it will shut you up. except it didn’t. he risked his life to retrieve arthurs boyfriend and instead of taking the job super serious they’re like what if i just ooh hoo kicked your chair and ahh gently inserted your cannula for you and mm be back for the kick (soft whisper) and go to sleep mister eames (sultry side-eye). it’s a miracle anything got done at all tbh

[bandits-whump-collection]

I hear you know a lot about sedatives. Is there anything that works really quickly and is really strong, like a movie-style instant knockout drug? I have to admit, I was a little disappointed at how un-cinematic it was when I experienced being sedated myself

Unfortunately not, or at least, not to the degree you'd hope.

The slowest method is intramuscular, which are tranquilizer darts. These aren't precise, and hit muscle to slowly inject through the fibers and eventually reach blood. They take anywhere from 20 to 40 minutes, and need a counter-agent administered immediately after whatever's been done is done to ensure whatever (or whoever) was hit doesn't die to it. Sedatives are lethal, upping the strength doesn't mean they just up how fast they work, it means the risk of death by overdose is increased. So, a dart to the neck or butt wouldn't instantly send a character off to dreamland (in fact, you don't dream under sedation), and if it hits a vein or artery, that can be it for them.

The second, is intravenous sedation. This is usually used in hospitals, typically taking 15-30 minutes. Unless you're a stunning sharpshooter, you typically can't use a dart to administer this, but if your whumpee is restrained, and they're perhaps shot with a dose of paralytics before being administered this...

The third is inhalation, so that chloroform rag a whumper slapped to a whumpee's face as they struggle before falling limp for hours? Really, it would take 5 minutes (compare to the other's double digit numbers) of constant deep breathing, and only keep them under for a minute once it's removed. But, if you really want chloroform, a way you could do it is soak a fabric bag in it, and tie it over your whumpee's head, resulting in constant exposure and your whumper not having to hold a rag the entire time.

And, the quickest and most dangerous, is an injection directly into the heart. There's little research past pet euthanasia vets, which I feel speaks for itself when I say that this method is dangerous.

But, a lot of sedatives have flexible times. Some take hours, some take minutes. If you want to use a real sedative for your story, research what type it is! If you want to use a fictional one, try to base it off a real one for a certain interest to the story. I always love watching whumpees helplessly struggle as they inevitably fall asleep.

Oh, also, because I hate when people go off on a different topic and don't answer the original question itself; this is fiction, M99 is probably your ticket to insta-knocking out your character. A quarter's worth of weight can knock out a couple thousand-pounds stallion. Have fun!

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 13 - Lainey and Isa

I've been working on the next chapter of this story for a while now, but for now you get a bonus chapter - the rescue from Isa's perspective!

For most of the days this month I tried to use the lyric or at least the song as the prompt, but this is one of a few where that just didn't work out and I used a different prompt, instead.

Masterlist

No. 13: Infection | Panic

Contains: lady whump, sensory overload, needle mention, fever, captivity, thoughts of death, magical whump, touch aversion, implied sedatives

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Isa can’t remember ever feeling this sick before. It isn’t the first instance in the time she’s been here that a wound has gotten infected, but she’s weaker now, likely. There’s no way she hasn’t steadily been getting weaker all this time. And now…it’s probably finally the end. Yes, she’s thought it many times before. She thought she was going to die just a few days after she first got kidnapped. She never dreamed she’d still be here five years later. 

But everything has been so much worse since Lainey ran. Sir is so angry. She isn’t sure anymore that he wants her alive. He seems like he wants to keep beating them both until they’re dead and he doesn’t have to deal with them anymore. So even if he does come back down here and sees how sick she is, she isn’t confident he’ll do anything about it. 

She sleeps, mostly. Fitful dreams, flashes of memories and nonsense fill her mind. Everything inside of her is burning. The few times that she’s awake, the searing pain across her back has her whimpering and curling her hands into fists. 

Through it all, she’s aware of Lainey’s presence next to her. She can feel her heart beating steadily, can occasionally feel her palm brush her forehead and hear her murmuring reassurances. The only regret she’ll have in dying now is that she has to leave the poor girl on her own. 

Suddenly she’s jolted awake, though she can still barely convince her eyes to open. There’s something close by…a car. The rumble of the engine vibrates in her chest. Is Sir…leaving? He didn’t leave them extra water, though, did he? He really does want them to die.

But wait, no, that’s…far more than a car. The vibrations are growing, filling her lungs so that it’s hard to breathe. She glares up at the ceiling, fluorescent lights dancing and shimmering, trying to make sense of it.

“What is it?” Lainey’s voice floats by.

“Something…coming…” she mumbles. “Cars?” Dragging her hand up to her chest, she rubs at it weakly, trying fruitlessly to dispel some of the pressure. There are so many cars up above them. Loud cars. Cars full of people that are now spilling out, footsteps pounding the ground. “Too many…too many cars and…people.”

Lainey says something in return, but she doesn’t hear. Everything is just getting worse. There are noises drifting down the stairs, yelling and banging, but even worse than that is all of the movement. It’s so much more than she’s felt in such a long time. Dozens of heartbeats, feet running here and there, engines still idling. It crawls underneath her skin, from her center out through her limbs and into her fingers and toes, up the back of her neck into her skull. It feels like someone is pounding a mallet into her sternum. 

Closest of all is Lainey’s excited voice and elevated heartbeat. She wants to tell her what’s happening, wants to ask her to make it stop, but all she can do is moan and attempt to disappear into the floor. She can’t breathe, she can’t think. 

Just when some of it starts to calm down some, some of the footsteps and heartbeats start moving closer, bringing loud voices with them. Someone is in the basement. It fills her with automatic panic, but she can’t even stop to figure out what it means past the suffocating sensations taking over her body. It’s starting to turn painful. Little pinpricks all over, like fingernails digging into her skin. It won’t stop.

Then someone touches her. Touching means pain, always, but she can’t get away from it. All she can do is lie there, flinching and whimpering as it becomes harder and harder to draw in air. It’s too much. They’re tugging at her shirt, making her back flare with fiery pain, and moving her arms around and messing with the wound on her leg. 

All the while their heartbeats pound, pound, pound. Their breaths rake across her skin, their voices pierce her skull. The footsteps above have turned from fingernail pokes to needle pricks, and the engines might as well be cars running over her chest. 

Make it stop, make it stop!

But it doesn’t. It goes on and on and on, the hands touching and then lifting her, making everything on her body cry out. There are straps that chafe against her already raw skin, and she’s being jostled, carried, taken away. She doesn’t know where they’re taking her. She doesn’t know where Lainey is. They can’t leave the basement, Sir will be so angry, and she can’t take anymore. She wants Lainey, she wants to wake up and all of this be a fever dream, she wants to stop feeling.And finally, finally, she does. There’s a prick in her arm that she barely feels above everything else, and suddenly everything starts to fade away. No more vibrations, no more pressure, no more pain. Heavy with relief, Isa drifts off into a deep sleep.

[ddejavvu]

I’m tired and grumpy and I need a dip in the bacta tank SO bad

[mad-hunts]

Joker has a lovely singing voice, does Barton sleep better to lullabies or songs? Or just feel more at ease because of them? I imagine Joker would sing for her cell block on particularly bad nights...

OOH, she does? honestly... i love that for her — and i can totally imagine your joker having a beautiful voice, NGL!! but that's an interesting question as well as a very sweet sentiment... like, oh my gosh 🥺 now i'm even MORE of a fan of the concept of the rogues being there for each other in arkham, like you were talking about, because they don't really have anyone else. i honestly don't think that barton grew up with having lullabies sung to him, TBH. i think that he did have several songs sung to him as a kid (particularly by his surrogate dad, winslow) when he couldn't sleep, however, and they did help.

so i'm inclined to say the same would apply for him now; especially with barton's reputation for nights being the worst time for him quite often, because he doesn't have anything to distract him from his thoughts. and that is outside of arkham. so, INSIDE of it? they'd probably unfortunately be even worse because barton REALLY doesn't like not being in control of a situation. and some sedatives do have a possibility of giving you terrible side effects like trembling + muscle spasms, so yeah 😬

i could picture music affecting him positively / helping him feel more at ease. this does make me want to ask one question, though. what kind of songs does joker like? because don't get me wrong, anything would probably help barton, BUT i'm just curious (,:

[foundationsofdecay]

logging back in after being out for a few hours and my dash is in SHAMBLES oh boy

[avalior]

While it was strongly claimed during Cosmic Turnabout that Clay caused Solomon's unconsciousness by overdosing him on his anxiety medication, this was not the case.

Solomon's PTSD would likely be treated with SSRIs, with the most likely prescriptions being venlafaxine, sertraline, or paroxetine. Of these three, only sertraline has an explicit side effect of potential loss of consciousness -- however, experiencing this side effect would be cause for hospitalisation and would not be conducive to space travel once Solomon was conscious. The only other alternative would be to cause serotonin syndrome by forcing Solomon's serotonin levels to spike beyond control, through either a medication overdose or combining his existing medication with other tablets to raise his serotonin.

However, serotonin syndrome would also run considerable risk of seizures and arrhythmia, which again would not be conducive to space travel and would be far too inexact as to how much of the medication to give Solomon without a) killing him b) causing him to be entirely unfit for space travel, rather than just knocked out for the launch and c) causing any of the other side effects of serotonin syndrome instead of unconsciousness in isolation.

This also does not tally with Simon explicitly stating that traces of medication were found in Solomon's system -- presuming Solomon had blood drawn shortly following Clay's attempted murder being discovered and police arriving, there is no feasible way that Solomon's unconsciousness could have been induced by his medication as the volume needed to cause the unconsciousness would show in far higher quantities in bloodwork than just "traces".

In truth, Clay assisted Yuri in 'managing' Solomon's anxiety with the launch by including generic sleeping tablets in his usual medication, passing them off as additional vitamins and assisting in this deception by taking visually similar actual vitamins himself. It was these tablets which caused Solomon's loss of consciousness for the HAT-2 launch; far safer than hamfistedly overdosing Solomon on his medication until he caused unconsciousness.

Clay worked under the assumption, with Yuri's deceitful confirmation, that the drugging was consensual and Solomon was aware of this potential plan, with Solomon being consensually unaware of the details as to avoid further anxiety. Following his recovery from the Phantom's attack, once he is medically cleared, Clay does stand trial for Solomon's spiking on charges of infliction of bodily harm.

[sunflowerrboyy]

if i ever get the chance to hike the pacific crest trail i think my trail name should be jasper <3

[chaos-cousins]

Thst moment Ehen you go on your phone tondidtsxt yourself and you see thst someone sent your friend a step bz step method of how tonsedste you

I've already bern drugged enouvb I font esnnna be drugged anymlre

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

I need to talk with my transphobic friend bc he keeps traumatizing me lmao hahahahahhahahhaha

[v-iv-rusty]

winter lanterns are so scary with (almost) max insight