#cw drugged

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#1 :THE BEAST'S PET

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CW: abduction, captivity, slight whump, coercion, power dynamics, pet whump, drugging, defiant whumpee, swearing, dominant whumper, slavery

Noah woke to the jolt of the wagon hitting a rut in the road. Darkness surrounded him and he could only think he was blindfolded. The cloying scent of sweat and fear clinging to the air like a suffocating shroud. Disorient and groggy, he blinked away the remnants of his sleep, his senses gradually coming alive to the harsh reality. He suddenly sat up frantically shaking his head as if the tightened blindfold would somehow magically fall off.

"H-Hey!! Let me out of here!!" His body ached from the unforgiving jostle of the wagon, every bone protesting against the place he was in right now. Chains rattled with each bone-jarring bump in the road, a chilling reminder of the shackles that bound his wrists and ankles, tethering him to a fate he dared not contemplate.

"Where are you taking me?!!" Noah's screams only grew louder when no response was given. His heart beating so fast as if it would jump out of his chest. "ANSWER ME! SOMEONE!" He quietened when he heard a "tch" near him.

A deep, South American accent cut through the darkness like a blade, sending a shiver down Noah's spine. "Didn't expect him to wake up this early. And he's awfully loud," the voice mused, its casual cruelty sending a chill through the air.

Noah's heart pounded in his chest as he felt a rough hand grab his arm, the sting of a needle piercing his skin sending shockwaves of numbness coursing through his veins. Just then he heard whines around him. There were people. More people like him. Gradually, the numbness from the injection site started to spread.

Noah tried his best to speak something. Something that could catch the attention of other people there. He felt confused.

Who were these people? And where the hell were they taking him?

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Abruptly, the cart lurched to a halt, the sudden cessation of movement sending Noah sprawling against the unforgiving floor. He woke with a small cry of pain, his heart hammering in his chest as he listened, breath held in fearful anticipation.

Footsteps approached, heavy and purposeful, accompanied by the jingle of chains and the murmured voices of unseen captors. Noah's pulse quickened, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach like icy tendrils of dread.

Two muscular arms went under each of Noah's underarms holding him up.

"Where are you taking me?!" he cried out, his voice raw with fear, but his captors remained silent, their faces hidden in the shadows.

One of the guys patted Noah's head leaving him more enraged.

All of a sudden, he was thrown to the ground before he was being manhandled to be in a kneeling position with multiple chains on his neck, ankles and wrists holding him in place allowing his captors to have full control over him.

As the blindfold was ripped away, Noah blinked against the harsh light, his eyes adjusting to the sight of his surroundings. It seemed like some sort of a court room? His mind was still clouded up from the drug that was given to him.

"W-What the fu-" A harsh slap shut him up.

"Shush. The young prince will be here any second" Prince? What the fuck was happening?? He wanted to question more but knew better than that. It felt like a scene right out of Hollywood.

Suddenly, he saw the men around him which he thought were most probably the guards bowed down to a young man. Noah raised his head up as to see who it was before a rough hand in his hair forced his head back down only allowing him to see the man's piercing green eyes. The man whom they called the "young prince" stayed quiet. The tension in the room visibly increased before a deep voice spoke.

"Leave us." The guards were quick to retreat from their position and going out of the court room. Noah was about to get up from his kneeling position before flinching at the harsh voice. "Stay still slave!"

"Slave?!" Noah's voice wavered with disbelief, but the harsh slap that followed left him reeling, his cheek stinging with the sting of humiliation. He heard the man tutting.

"Oh dear" He sighed. "It's going to take a lot of time to break that swearing and defiance from you.. But.."

The man grinned, the smile no other than a vicious beast's. He leaned closer, his teeth barely just grazing the other's ears before he whispered. "Oh how I'll enjoy seeing you squirm and beg me to spare you" Noah's body practically froze, terror filling his eyes.

Desperation clawed at Noah's chest as he dared to question his captor's authority. "W-Who are you...?"

But the prince's response sent a chill through his bones—a predatory grin twisting his lips as he whispered promises of torment and submission.

"I'm Andrey. Son of Viktor Kozlov," the prince declared, his name a whispered curse that echoed in Noah's ears. "You will address me as 'sir'."

Noah's blood ran cold as the weight of his situation settled upon him. This was no mere kidnapping—it was a descent into a nightmare from which there would be no waking.

As the reality of his situation sank in, Noah's world spun on its axis, his mind racing with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. With each passing moment, the weight of his captivity grew heavier, a suffocating shadow looming over him, threatening to consume him whole.

Noah only knew this was going to be one hellish of a ride. And only god knew when it was going to end.

Taglist: @anutz1234 @ash-reh @miireux134 (Let me know if you want to be added <3)

[quinloki]

I'm eating up the yandere Thatch who keeps drugging his poor castaway sweetheart. If it starts out as a way to forcefully calm them down when they panic, then the reader probably views it as a punishment even if the initial intentions were good. And it might give Thatch a little bit of an internal crisis when they start figuring things out, and when they wake up in his arms they tearfully ask why he's mad at them when they're following the rules now. Or maybe they ask Marco later, and that's what tips him off.

Oh man I think that would break his heart. Thatch wouldn’t be doing what he was doing to make you think he was mad at you, or punishing you, and having that come up would probably give him pause.

He’d honestly probably do some introspection, and a good outcome would be sitting down with you (and maybe Marco) and talking through why he was doing what he was doing. Maybe a compromise is reached, maybe it puts an end to the drugging. Maybe something twists in you and you give him permission to continue now that you understand. Depending on other circumstances it could end up a healthy and happy end at the close of it all. (You just both need some therapy to get there.)

The “bad” version would be Thatch replying without thinking about it. Saying how beautiful you are asleep in his arms, how he’s not mad, he’d never hurt you, he just wants you. Wants to keep you close. He’s not even doing anything bad to you. He’s not taking you in your sleep, just cuddling. He might bathe you if you have an accident, too drugged out to make it somewhere in time, but he doesn’t do anything but clean you - surely you can accept that? Right? He’s a gentleman, he would never. You understand, of course you do, don’t fight it.

Close your eyes and sleep, Thatch will protect you.

[soulless-angel25]

Whumperless Whump Event: Day 26 Prompt- That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.” Alt Prompt of Drugged @seth-whumps

Fandom: Fairy Tail Characters: Lucy Heartfilia

AO3 Link!

The last thing that Lucy remembered was walking back to her home after turning in a request that she'd done to the guild and getting her jewels. If she recalls correctly she'd been... about halfway home?

Blinking to get her thoughts out Lucy started to process where she was. Her arms and legs were tied and she couldn't feel the weight of her keys against her, in fact the clothes that were on her body felt different from what she'd become accustomed to.

Struggling to look down she finally realized that her vision was blurry, huh. But from what she could see the clothes were white and fell about halfway down her legs, and she could feel the sleeves cuffed around her wrists.

The background noise that she'd been passively filtering out stopped and suddenly she was very aware of the fact that she was not alone here. She could hear footsteps but couldn't tell if it was someone moving closer to her or away from her. Though, the sound was getting closer to her.

Suddenly she heard the sound of knees hitting stone, "Lady Lucy of the Stars," the voice began. It sounded young, younger than her. Like a young boy's voice.

And then there was the matter of what he'd called her but she didn't have time to dwell on that as he continued on. "We apologize for our... extreme treatment of you. It was not the intent to harm the lady."

He did sound regretful, but what was all this 'lady' business? She thought everyone knew that she had renounced her identity as Lucy Heartfilia, daughter of the Heartfilia Konzern. She desperately wished to voice her questions but her mouth felt glued shut, and she had the suspicion that even if she could speak her questions would be ignored.

"... and please forgive us for what we are about to do to the Lady of the Stars," he finished speaking.

But those final words brought her back to attention, what did he mean? What where they going to do to her? Damn it! She should've been paying attention and instead she got all caught up in her head, stupid stupid stupid Lucy.

Without warning the blade pressed against her skin, it was the bare part of her leg. It was sharp and sudden and the sensation was taken away far too quickly for her to properly process but it was soon replaced by cool glass being set next to the cut.

She could hear a sort of chanting but the words bled in and out. From what she could hear it was asking for forgiveness.

"Forgive us King, for harming the Lady. For taking the blood which does not belong to us, but the ritual demands a sacrifice. The sacrifice of blood from one of your angels...."

Angels? She wasn't anyone's angel! What the hell were these people up to?

"Into the darkness of night, we shall send her once more."

Something pressed against her face and she couldn't fight the instinct to inhale, and as she inhaled the darkness spread through her once again.

[hes-striker]

A random imp suddenly jumps at striker a gun shoots a tranquilizer at him

(( wants revenge for killing his father ))

Striker’s instincts kick in the moment he senses movement behind him. He whips around, but not fast enough—a tranquilizer dart pierces his shoulder, and the sting of it has his muscles already going sluggish. He snarls, reaching for his revolver, but his grip falters as the sedative quickly takes hold.

Striker: *gritting his teeth, trying to fight the effects* You little bastard… You think this is enough to take me down? *He stumbles, struggling to keep his balance, but his legs give way, and he sinks to one knee, vision blurring. He tries to stay awake, but the sedative’s already dragging him down, and darkness creeps over his vision until everything goes black*

[qixzel]

*lady gaga voice* In russia doing research.

[somewhatidealname]

...wait a minute.

[chelledoggo]

boomers be like "nobody had autism or ADHD when I was a kid!"

probably because back then, neurodivergent folks were dismissed as "insane" or "r-worded" and were thrown into mental asylums. and before that they were straight up just given hard drugs or lobotomies.

it's almost like as time goes on and technology/research evolves, so does our understanding of human beings and the inner workings of the mind.

WEIRD, RIGHT?

[locusfandomtime]

compilation of all the iconic insane mumbo jumbo posts

wanted to get them all in one place. feel free to add

[bamsara]

Local chaos god gets humbled, creates chaos over it. His aim still needs some work though

I really need to stop drawing Drunken Gods chapter stuff and actually finish the damn chapter lmao

[beaft]

i'm sorry but this is fucking sending me

[crispyanonart]

the meme // full government name and everything

[contact-guy]

Made myself laugh drawing that first panel...this is part two of THE SIGN OF THE FOUR, part one here!

(this is part of the Watson's sketchbook series)

[se1c0uth]

"Are you cheating on me?" No babe, I'm just hiding a edtwt, drugtwt, shtwt, edblr, and shblr account from you

[foone]

Grabbing the budtender by their tie: look I don't care if it's thc or cbd, indica or sagittarius, I just need the marijuana gummies to be pink. The flavor doesn't matter, the color does. I need to be able to pretend that I'm getting dumb because of bimboification mind control, get me?

Them: pink guava?

Yes, that'll do. Give me ten of those.

[caramelldansenu]

[cosmicjunkyard]

Really dumb Pest and Poob comic