#injection cw

[selfshippingquotes]

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?!

[grislyintentions]

|| HC: Sting ; Kiss ||

Yaoshi has plenty of methods when it comes to dispensing their blessings to others.

One such method is to, quite literally, kiss the recipent and 'breathe life' into them. This is done in tandem with a sting from the ends of their hair (shaped like a scorpion's tail) to exacerbate the blessing's effects through modifying molecular structures with their 'venom'.

Most recipients compare the sensation of being stung to being pricked by an injection needle and anesthesised. Which is dangerous in itself.

They have also claimed that Yaoshi's 'kiss' tastes different, reflecting the taste of seasonal fruits and flowers.

[Yaoshi is designed to comprehend/appeal to humanity on a physiological level. They comprehend the differences of needs and wants, for they are the closest comparison to humans. But they can never/no longer truly *be* human or comprehend how it feels, what it means, to be one.]

[thecglcatalog]

Large Animal Vet Set

A special addition to animal playtime, this medical/grooming set is just what the doctor ordered for a slave who feels those animal urges.  With a Veterinarian Bag for quick access to tools and toys, plus a Steel Exam Table for more serious spaces, it lets you set just the right tone for examination, stimulation, or discipline!

 The large Veterinarian Bag is shaped like a traditional trapezoidal doctor’s bag with a snap-open, snap-closed frame top and comfortable padded top carrying handle.  A medical cross symbol details the exterior, which is made from two tones of our special latex-like Rubberina material.  Bag is lined in quilted poly-cotton, which is full of pockets that hold the essential tools of the trade.

What are the tools?  A smorgasbord of helpful, healthful, and humiliating toys for medical playtime!

Start with the Large Rectal Thermometer for a basic reading.  Open up baby with a Locking Speculum for close, deep examination – you may want to use the Penlight and the Magnifying Glass – then make them fill one of three capped and graduated Specimen Tubes so you can check their fluid output.  The Specimen Tubes sit neatly in a matching Tube Rack.  These items are made from sturdy plastic, color-coordinated to the Veterinarian Bag.

If your little animal’s anatomy is in the way, clip it back with the six Coated Plastic Clamps.  This is especially useful when you want to apply the tiny Reflex Hammer – an extra-heavy little wedge for checking nipples and genitals, not joints – or the Faux Injection Syringe, a wickedly realistic-looking tool that pierces slave’s flesh while you depress the plunger, but requires no actual filling before the “slight pinch”.   (See our medical section for real syringes.)  Working parts are hospital-grade stainless steel, as are the Wartenberg Wheel and the three Urethral Dilators.

Zoo and livestock veterinarians are responsible for animal fertility, too, so a battery-powered Electric Prostate Stim that delivers mild shocks to the rectum is a must, as is a Semen Collection Sleeve that has a hollow, textured silicone insert to stimulate the penis and gather ejaculate in a well.  This is surrounded by a “balloon” that can be filled with warm water to help the little stud animal feel comfortable … or cold water to make his task more challenging.

The bag also contains matching nitrile exam gloves, rubber bulb syringes, and nonstick veterinary bandages in three widths.

Collapsible 4’x2’ Steel Exam Table has legs that ratchet from two feet to four feet of total height for easy access to slave’s body.  If a pet is a little nervous about inspection time, then attach the Grooming Arm with its short chain for clipping to pet’s collar. All parts break down to a sleek 2’x’4’x6” package.

Order the Exam Table and Veterinarian Bag together, and we’ll combine them with a striking and useful Carrying Case, a hard-sided compartment on four full swivel wheels, which buckles closed with straps that match the Veterinarian Bag – and can be slipped through its handle to keep the play set together.  Specify case color: Matte Black, Snowy White.

And if slave wants to play along in a different way, consider the Baby Veterinarian Bag, a miniature twin to the larger version that contains a weak electroshock tool, two different vibrating wands, an assortment of colorful sticky bandages, and a set of nitrile gloves without divided fingers for a confining mitten shape.

Specify bag color: Clean White/Candy Red, Gloss Black/Candy Red,  Silky Pink/Shocking Pink, Royal Blue/Little Boy Blue.

[last-lorekeeper]

[A picture. Mare (@aura-acolyte) is at the doctor's office, about to get a flu vaccine. Her eyes are shut tight and she looks like she's trying very hard not to think about the impending needle.]

She's being very brave.

[whimsyprinx]

so a friend of mine starts hrt on the ides of march

[fullmusicbardsquared]

my two cents on that last post is that i love flu shots. i like the feeling of the injection. dont like throwing up though i always think like i'm about to die

[dutyworn]

@parameddic said: 🤤 or ’paralyze’ // sender paralyzes receiver for torture. / uuuuuuh maybe not for torture but wren ft. being injected with paralytic/something and left to burn to death in a fire bc she’s been investigating too hard or. annoyed someone. idk. paralysed wren and tk going "where’s wren?" and marjan insISTIng on going back in to look for her and several of the team getting injured in an extraction effort and probably it’s overall owen’s fault somehow that this transpired (aggravating arsonists at random, dating murderers, etc). i have not thought very hard

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It jolts her system with adrenaline, first (the pinprick of the dart, her body instantly reacting with the readiness to fight), but by the time Wren presses her hand to her neck, fumbling to pull the needle out, her body’s already harder to coordinate.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Someone shooting sedative darts at her? In no world does that mean anything good for her wellbeing.

She stumbles, hands shaking as she tries to get her phone out of her pocket. Can’t get a grip of it. Ends up on her hands and knees on the concrete floor. But her mind is alert. She... It’s not a sedative, it’s a fucking paralytic. That somehow scares her more. This isn’t like being caught in a stasis field, where she could still feel her muscles trying to fight against it, if she wanted to, even if movement was impossible. No, it’s rendering her helpless beyond that, where she can’t... can’t even feel like she’s struggling. Trying to will her body to move, to instinctively crawl towards the exit, a few feet is all she manages before she’s helpless, useless, on the floor, on her belly, head turned to the side, one arm positioned ahead in a still image of her desperate attempt to crawl out.

She should’ve been more careful. Shouldn’t have gone to investigate alone. But the arsons... Someone had to do something, people had died, and the lack of evidence... Fuck, what is this, a kidnapping? She did mention to Marjan she was thinking about poking around on her day off, but in a vague enough way as to not cause concern. Maybe, still... She’s not working today, but she hangs out on the station so often on her free days, maybe... maybe they’ll note that it’s odd she’s not around? And then realise where she must’ve gone. Fuck, if she could move. Do something. Leave something of hers behind, if she’s about to get grabbed. Leave them a lead.

There’s footsteps, after what feels like way too long a time. Gods, she hates not being able to defend herself. Can’t even turn her head to look...

But the footsteps... they stop briefly near her (every cell in her body screams for her to fight), then... walk by.

What the shit?

Why are they leaving her here? Is the paralytic supposed to kill her? She can breathe fine, though, for... for now, at least.

Then, the fast noise gasoline makes when it catches fire.

Now she panics; tries to cry out on instinct, but barely any sound comes out. The heat doesn’t reach her instantly, but the smoke quickly does, watering her eyes, yet she can’t even cough, can’t try to cover her airways.

[whatdatheseguys]

some doodles

[brassandblue]

☠

The assassin’s first mistake was going after Mycroft at close range.

Their second mistake was believing a hypodermic tranquilizer to the neck was enough to incapacitate something like Arthur James William Kirkland.

(It was not.)

Arthur could feel the hot chemical wave creeping through his veins as the tingling sensation spread out from his neck. It didn’t matter—a normal dosage for the average person would metabolize far too quickly in his system, and centuries of addiction to a variety of soporific substances had taught him how to fight that sweet, dreamy, poisonous feeling if it came in small amounts.

Arthur had been relaxing in Mycroft’s sitting room, enjoying a bit of nighttime peace and quiet and a good glass of wine. Such bliss had come to an abrupt end the moment he’d felt a prick in his neck however, and his instincts kicked on and he’d seized his assailant by the shoulders, then hurled them end over end onto a side table with a terrible crash.

The assassin, masked and in black, rolled to the side off the glass and shards of wood and broken lamp, jumped to her feet. Arthur jumped for her, but she was quick—a pistol with a silencer told him all he needed to know, but before she could fire on him, Arthur disarmed her, turned the pistol on her, and without hesitation double tapped two rounds between her eyes.

“Messy,” was his critique as her body fell, and he himself sunk into the nearest chair and placed the pistol carefully on the coffee table.

A hand strayed to his neck and he closed his eyes, knowing he would be in for a troubling few days as the familiar old urges began to cloud his mind.

[mildew-mop]

I'm so fucking sick of the fucking blood techs or whenever they're called at Planned Parenthood. Every fucking time I have to get my blood drawn for my testosterone refill, they insist they can get my blood the first try. They say they will not try if they aren't sure that they can get my blood. And every fucking time, I have to get stabbed a minimum of two times by two different fucking nurses, and then given a referral for LabCorp. At least I only had two attempts done today. Worst was this time when there was like 4 or 5 attempts and they still didn't fucking get it. Today it was just pissing me off. The second guy who tried to draw blood was agreeing that he wouldn't try if he wasn't sure, so of course he fucking stabs my fucking vein and is like yeah I'll write you a script for LabCorp. My arm hurts so fucking bad. I'm sick of this shit. I fucking swear to god, I'm just gonna tell them to write a script for LabCorp cause the people at Planned Parenthood can never get my goddamn blood.

[cometshift]

disaster waltz

[stil-lindigo]

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I can't properly put into words the amount of disgust that I feel seeing someone who looks like she could be my cousin fight for a genocidal occupational force like Israel but I will say this.

If you are Chinese, Korean, Japanese or any one of these Asian ethnicities that the West deem "acceptable" and you align yourselves with western-backed racial supremacy, you are making fools of yourselves. You have fallen prey to the myth of the "model minority" and you are suckers for it.

The premise of racial supremacy is based on exclusivity. And here's a dose of reality - the myth of the "model minority" is nothing but a tactic to placate you. To sow divide in the ranks of people of colour. To artificially manufacture another realm of racial supremacy in minorities so that you're distracted from how we all suffer under colonialism.

Did we all forget about the skyrocketing of sinophobia in the wake of the first COVID outbreak? The transformation of Chinese people into fiends with barbaric eating customs, poor hygiene, and mass conspiracy to infect the world with biological weapons?

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What about the hate-crimes? The attacks in the street against anyone visibly asian? The rampant discrimination and ostracisation from society?

In 2020, Donald Trump referred to COVID-19 as "The Chinese Virus", "Kung-flu" at a campaign rally to raucous applause, a chilling echo of the times where fears of the "Yellow Peril" had the western world in a stranglehold.

For all that Chinese people have been lauded as "prodigies" and "well-mannered workers", the moment our existence was incovenient, were were nothing more than another target. And although Chinese suffering then wasn't close to the scale of suffering that Palestinians now endure, we all received a reminder on what it was like to be in the world's crosshairs.

Now, in 2023, Biden dismisses death tolls as unreliable and remains proudly Zionist even after Netanyahu described the genocide Israel is inflicting upon Palestine as the "struggle between the children of light and the children of darkness, between humanity and the law of the jungle." At the same time, Palestinians are being compared to fleeing rats in a gesture of dehumanisation that mirrors how the Nazis portrayed Jews during the Holocaust.

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And let's not think Abigail's Jewishness will save her, not when it's been proven that Israel has administered contraceptives to Ethiopian Jewish immigrants without their consent. Racial supremacy is an exclusive club that never stops getting smaller, and there is nothing that you, as a minority, will ever be able to do to fit in. One day, you too will be a target and there'll be nothing you can do but blame yourself. After all - it's already happened.

So shame on Abigail. Truly. With the memory of knowing what it's like to be targeted for factors out of your control fresh in her mind, she happily fights to do the same to others. And that says more about her than I ever will be able to.

[gi-nathlam-hi]

once more, Tyelpe. Where are the rings?

[jadedwoman]

Can a mad scientist pleaseeee strap me down and slowly give me different injections, calmly logging my reactions as my mind becomes more controlled, more blank and empty. And when my resistance is at its peak, just feeling you inject me with concentrated love hormones, making me love you, fully and completely, overwhelming my body with pleasure as I become obsessed with you, attached and oh so obedient. Now every injection feels like a gift as it's obvious I'd never even think of telling on you~

[muckyschmuck]

it’s all ok! <3

[hyolks]

oh turtle neck half sleeves tactical gear. you are my weakness .