#sedation play

[adams-sinful-wings]

The room is quiet, the soft sound of the wind outside brushing against the walls. Adam has fallen into a light sleep, his breathing even and calm. His body still feels weak, but he's been recovering steadily. His thoughts, however, are far from sleep as his mind races with mischief.

The door creaks open softly. The lion-headed doctor enters the room once more. His presence is imposing, his dark blue eyes scanning the space before settling on Adam, who is slowly waking. The demon walks over to the bed, setting down a tray of supplies on the table as his gaze rests on Adam.

Doctor: *His voice low and steady as he observes Adam, his tone almost mechanical in its professionalism*
You’re awake, I see. How are you feeling today?

Adam: *stretches lazily in the bed, his body arching slightly as he yawns. He looks up at the doctor with a sleepy yet playful expression, his voice sultry and filled with mischievous energy.* Better... much better *He flashes a grin, then shifts his body to a more comfortable, inviting position. His eyes twinkle with a mixture of teasing and something more.* But I still think I need a little more attention. You’ve been so good to me, doc... You don’t think I should thank you again, do you?

Doctor: *narrows his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line as he places a hand on his hip, resisting the charm Adam’s laying on him. He lets out a soft sigh, his patience clearly starting to fray, though his voice remains calm and measured* Adam... I told you already. I’m here to make sure you’re well, not for any... gratitude. *He steps closer to the bed, his towering figure casting a shadow over Adam as he checks his temperature with practiced fingers*You need to rest, not get distracted by... this.

Adam: *Undeterred, chuckling softly, clearly enjoying the doctor’s frustration, but unwilling to back down. He shifts his position again, closer to the edge of the bed* But what if... I want to be distracted, doc? I don’t think it would hurt if you indulged me a little, just for a moment. I know I’m not the only one who’s felt this... connection. You can’t hide it forever.

Doctor: *stiffens at Adam’s touch, and a flicker of annoyance crosses his face, though his composure is still intact. His eyes flash with a warning glint as he takes a step back, his expression hardening* You need to stop. If you continue like this, you’ll only make things more difficult for both of us. I’m not playing your games.

Adam: *smile falters for a moment, but then he slowly sits up, his movements languid as he watches the doctor intently. There’s a spark of defiance in his eyes, but also a deeper, more desperate need for attention. He leans closer, his breath warm on the doctor’s neck as he speaks softly* I’m not playing games, doc. I just want to feel alive, you know? You’ve been so kind to me... I can’t help it. Don’t you want to feel something, too?

Doctor: *jaw clenches, and for a moment, there’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he steps away from Adam, his large, clawed hands gripping the edge of the bed* I’ve been patient, but this... it’s enough. You want my attention? Fine. But this ends here.”

The doctor steps back toward the table and picks up a vial containing a clear liquid. He holds it up to the light, his eyes darkening as he turns back to Adam.

Doctor: I have an idea, Adam. You want to play games? Fine. Let’s make sure you rest properly.

Adam: *curiosity piques as he watches the doctor with a raised eyebrow. The atmosphere in the room shifts, and Adam’s playful demeanor falters as a sense of unease creeps in. His gaze follows the vial, his expression now one of intrigue* What’s that?”

Doctor: Oh just a little something to make you more compliant.

Adam: *eyes widen but he gives a weary smirk* A s-sedative?

The doctor’s expression hardens as he moves toward Adam once more, his eyes locking with Adam’s, now devoid of any softness. He opens the vial and pours a small amount of the liquid into a syringe, his movements methodical and calm.

Doctor: This will help you sleep. Not just for a few hours, but long enough to let your body fully recover without any... distractions.

Adam: Aah? Now hold on! I was just playing around! We don’t need to do this!

Doctor: You’ve pushed my patience, Adam. But I’m not the one who’s going to lose here.

He steps closer, towering over the bed, the needle gleaming in the light as he prepares to administer the sedative. Doctor: Time for you to rest properly, without any more games.

Adam’s breath catches in his throat as he watches the doctor approach with the syringe. A sense of vulnerability fills him. His voice is softer now, almost uncertain.

Adam: Wait... is that really necessary *gaze flickers between the syringe and the doctor’s stern expression. He shifts in bed, trying to read the situation* I didn’t mean to push you that far, doc. I just... I just thought...

Doctor: You didn’t listen when I told you to rest. Now, you will. This is for your own good. Trust me.”

The doctor gently but firmly injects the sedative into Adam’s arm, his touch surprisingly tender despite the situation.

Doctor: Sleep now, Adam. You need it more than you realize.

The room falls silent as Adam’s eyelids begin to droop, heavy with the weight of the sedative, yet there’s still a spark of defiance in his gaze. His body feels sluggish, but his mind refuses to give in completely. The lion-headed doctor stands over him, watching quietly as Adam begins to stir.

Adam: *unwilling to succumb fully to the sedative* You can’t... just... put me to sleep like that... I’m not finished yet.

Doctor: *gaze softens slightly as he watches Adam fight against the sedative* You’re not going anywhere, Adam. Your body needs rest, whether you want to accept it or not.

Adam’s mind is foggy, but his willpower still drives him. He shifts slightly on the bed, his fingers curling into the sheets as he attempts to sit up, the sedative working against him, but he forces his body to obey. His vision swims, but he can still see the doctor’s towering figure.

Adam: *breathing grows more labored, but there’s a fierce look in his half-lidded eyes as he tries to push himself up from the bed* You think this... little trick is going to stop me? I’ll... outlast you...

Doctor: *steps forward and with surprising tenderness, he gently presses Adam’s shoulders back down into the bed* No, Adam. You won’t. And you’ll stop fighting it. You’re not in any condition to keep resisting. Let me help you.

Adam’s eyelids flutter again, but he grits his teeth, still stubbornly trying to stay awake.

Adam: *voice shakes slightly with exhaustion and frustration as he continues to fight the sedative’s pull* I’ll... I’ll be fine... just... let me... stay awake...

Doctor: *rests his hand on Adam’s forehead, the touch surprisingly warm, yet authoritative. His gaze softens as he watches Adam struggle, his voice quieter now, almost like a calm reassurance* You’re already doing so much. You need rest to heal. Let it happen *he carefully brushes a lock of hair from Adam’s face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary*

Adam’s body continues to fight against the sedative, but the doctor’s unexpected tenderness catches him off guard. The soft caress of his hand, the gentle pressure on his shoulders... Adam’s mind struggles to focus, but there’s something in the doctor’s touch that makes him pause, if only for a moment.

Adam: *His voice is barely a whisper now, his eyelids drooping more with each passing second* Why... are you... being like this? *voice cracks slightly, confusion mixing with his exhaustion* You’ve been so... distant, but now... *He trails off, his thoughts clouded by the sedative* “Why are you... caring for me?

Doctor: I told you, Adam. I’m here to make sure you heal. You’re not an inconvenience, but you also don’t understand how fragile you are right now. You need more than just medicine... you need rest, and someone to make sure you get it.

Adam’s eyes struggle to stay open, the sedative pulling him further into its grasp. The doctor’s voice continues to weave through the fog in his mind, his touch calming and almost too gentle for Adam’s still-vibrant defiance.

Adam: *a final, weary whisper escapes his lips as his body gives in, the last traces of resistance fading away as his eyes close. His words are barely audible* I... I don’t know what you’re doing, doc... but... thank you...

The doctor watches as Adam’s breathing evens out, the sedative finally taking full effect, and the resistance in Adam’s body fades away. His hand remains on Adam’s forehead for a moment longer.

[xxaudreyxhepburnxx]

Oh the things I crave …

[unhappy-sometimes]

just a moment

and that’s all there is to it

[applerums]

distracted

[an-eggs-quest]

You know, I was gonna add a song lyric here. But it felt too on the nose

[appleciderjulie]

ooohhhhhh bright one do you remember your snowgraves

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

-

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

-

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

-

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[mjmr493]

I am beyond excited to learn more about Sebastian Grimm in book 2 of the Wildersongs trilogy. But here is a incomplete list of what we DO know about him:

He hates lying to his mom <3

His hair lost its pigment after overusing his magic while casting for the first time

People think he overly scrutinizes spells, but he’s really memorizing them to account for his reading disorder

He planned to take over his mom’s flower trade before discovering he was a caster

His ears turn red when he’s embarrassed

Grimm understood there was a serious issue of Leo’s consent while under the curse (avoided commands, never took Leo’s affection as truth)

He acts similar to his mentor, Phade, who nominated him to the Fount when he was 11

He gets motion sick, poor guy

Phade is the only instructor in the Fount that’ll allow Grimm and Leo to work together

He’s trying to join the Coterie and get a seat in the Citadel so he can change the system from within (we love a man who can organize for systemic change)

People from his village, Dwull, have ostracized him since he was a kid. They blame him for losing control of the rain spell and the subsequent flooding (that distance from others has followed him to the Fount)

He seems only mildly affronted that Leo's Grandmagic threw him out a window in second tier

That man has so much restraint and I just need to know what he’s holding back. Biting his tongue to keep from saying what? Holding himself in check so much that his body trembles from effort. What was he going to do?!

We need his POV in the next book!! Grimm may have be outwardly put together, but Ik inside must be raging.

[arayeee]

HOLD UP. I can’t stop thinking about this.

Argo getting destroyed… Lena admitting her betrayal… until her heat vision spikes, she goes limp and plummets

--

So, you’re telling me. Wait hold on. *flips desk* You’re going to sit there and tell me what we’ve all been writing about COULD HAVE BEEN CANNON.

We’ve all read or even wrote different versions of this. The way Lena’s betrayal shook Kara to her core. The way Kara’s heart shattered, not just from learning how deep her secret cut Lena, but equally from Lena’s own secret.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Before going limp and plummeting from the sky, she has a flashback of HER HOME CRUMBLING AND BURNING, just… *pinches bridge of nose* just to be followed up by.. *slams fist through wall* TO BE FOLLOWED BY THE PAINED LOOK OF THE LOVE OF HER LIFE AND THE WORDS THAT WERE SCREAMED AT HER THROUGH TEARS AND ANGER

Words truly escape me at the moment. So let me get this straight, sorry, let me get this GAY because what the fuck. You write this beautiful gut wrenching scene and THEN YOU TAKE IT AWAY. To have Kara in the heat of the moment, fighting and giving EVERYTHING she has, just before everything goes dark. You have her experience the loss of her home and family, and right after, you have the LAST thing she sees is her losing Lena in the most gut wrenching rip my fucking heart out way.

THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN CINEMATIC GOLD. I would have been on my knees.

They did us so dirty. They did Kara and Lena so dirty. Do you even realize how beautiful the coming back together story could have been. Maybe they wouldn’t have to change things, but, maybe, just maybe, Kara would have realized why it hurt so bad. Why before plummeting, her thoughts were the destruction of her home AND demise of her relationship with Lena. That they equally hurt so devastatingly because of the amount of LOVE she had for both. BECAUSE LENA WAS ALSO HER HOME. *tears streaming down my face, hands balled into fists at my side* “I KILLED MY BROTHER FOR YOU, FOR OUR FRIENDS, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’VE DONE”

*walks out and slams door closed*

[bl4cklit]

fill your hollow heart with rage

[emeraldrush]

my type is latinos in white shirts with curly hair 😭🤍

[timothyslucy]

"ONLY PROBLEM IS I LIVE 30 MINUTES AWAY"

"NOT IF WE HURRY"

[kingofanemptyworld]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[dryya-doesnt]

Doodling my dnd oc Helios’ interactions with his main party + Gale in these trying times

Playing him in BG3 is so sad bc he keeps flubbing his rolls terribly the flophouse was made for him 😕😕

Helios is a fire genasi but in this run he’s a tiefling…praying for my sanity.

[mooniism]

how am i supposed to sleep tonight knowing that tgr comes out tomorrow

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Watching TDVTCTB again and thinking about how Rupert Sr says “all Christmas needs is a family” and the difference in the dynamic between Jack with his family and then Frankie & Donnie

Like, Jack wants everything to be perfect and picturesque and the typical “American dream” family. He wants a sense of control over his life and having a perfect Christmas, no matter the cost, seems to provide him with that sense that nothing can go wrong, as long as that’s perfect.

Whereas with Frankie and Donnie, they’re doing whatever they can to scrape by, but it doesn’t matter what they have as long as they’re together. They want the perfect Christmas too sure- they want to have everything that they never had. But only as long as they’re together, because they’re family and they’re all eachother have.