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sp0o0kylights · 9 months

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Gareth didn’t know who had “almost running over a bloodied and very clearly drugged survivor of--if said survivor could be believed-- a mall fire” on their 1985 bingo card, but he’d like a fucking word.

Particularly considering Steve Harrington kept panicking anytime either he or Eddie even hinted at taking him to a hospital.

Instead he insisted, like some kind of bad action movie hero, that he was “perfectly fine” and that it was “not nearly as bad as it looked.”

Both of which might have been believable had he not twice gotten distracted by Gareth’s drums (sitting next to them both, on account of Corroded Coffin having played at the Hideout that night) asking rambling questions that constantly outed him as being high as hell.

Nevermind the fact that Gareth kept finding more blood.

“Really, it’s--mm.” Steve said, wincing as Gareth found yet another wound. “Not bad.”

“I don’t know how a fire even did this.” Gareth shot back, trying to figure out what stain he needed to press on without taking Steve’s shirt off.

Harrington raised a hand. “Service elevator.” He identified.

He made a whooshing noise, following his hand as it dropped back to his chest. “Slammed right into the floor.”

Gareth winced.

“There was a lot of shit in that elevator besides us.” Steve added, and it was moments like this where Gareth could almost believe the guy was sober, until Harrington followed it up with yet another rant about Russians and Russian Truth Serum.

Right as Gareth found another wet spot.

“Fuck the speed limit, Harrington’s bleeding out on me back here!" Gareth called, voice loud and frantic.

Sure that might have been dramatic but then, so were Steve’s injuries.

"Sorry babe." Brown eyes, pupils blown wide from drugs stared up at him with an easy smile, at odds with his beaten face.

In a tone so unimpressed, a middle school teacher would have envied him, Gareth said; "That is not my name."

Harrington didn't even blink. "I know. It's Gareth."

That took him aback.

"I really don't know how to feel about you knowing that." He admitted, half to keep Steve talking, and half as a distraction when he finally figured out which wound needed pressure the most (and then pressed on it.)

Apparently whatever the hell made up “Russian truth serum” was some strong shit, because in a tone so utterly honest (and thus entirely unlike the Steve Harrington that had ruled Hawkins High halls) Harrington said; "Good things, I hope."

Then winked.

What the fuck.

"Eddie drive faster!" Gareth yelled over his shoulder. “I think he’s dying!”

(He wasn’t, but given the flirting, Gareth wasn’t taking any chances.)

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truths33k3r4 · 5 months

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The Strength in Weakness Masterpost

Have you ever wondered why you were made the way you are? Why you were designed with nervous ticks, bad habits you can't break, or even.. a body you never wanted?

These are questions that plague the minds of 5 teenage mutant turtles.

" Why can't I be normal?? " " Why do I have unique physical limitations that no one else has to deal with? "

" .... WHY AM I LIKE THIS? "

Follow Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Lotus as they learn how to help each other through their quirks, trauma, and especially - their WEAKNESSES.

To God be the glory!!

~ CHAPTERS ~

A Stranger in Our Home

Always There to Catch You

Awake and CONFUSED

'Signs' of Life

Raph's Bad Student

The 'Subject' at Hand

Leo's Promise

Hidden Scars

Melodious Mirth

A Dangerous Game

A Steady Hand and a Racing Heart

Trying

A Prick and a Pull

Ghost of Her Past

A Leader's Nightmare

Facing Faults and Facts

IQ vs EQ

the Fight He Can't Win

Silent Connections

Concealed Concern

Lost Control

Make Him Make Sense

Laughter Doeth Good

Hard Words to Swallow

Grieving Cadence

Blurs and Pixels

Specter

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jordanstrophe · 2 years

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Yay!! If that's the case, could I please request a hero whumpee that gets drugged and kidnapped by a possessive whumper please?

You got it!

CW: Drugged unconscious, kidnapped, bound, possessive protective whumper

"...Mm..." Whumpee groaned, trying to force their eyes open, but all they could make was a sliver of blurry lights and shapes.

"Ah, there you are. That had me worried for a moment." A voice huffed. Whumpee looked up to see a face standing over them; they had a smug grin and sharp eyes darting them up and down.

".... Who- who are you?" Whumpee groaned, trying to straighten up. They froze when they felt tight bindings all over their body, crudely trying them to a cold metal chair. Whumper chuckled again, leaning back to watch them realize and struggle.

"Just call me a fan. You're a hero after all, I'm sure you have plenty..." They offered a cup of water, holding it to their lips as whumpee shied away. They wanted to refuse, but they were dehydrated enough they took a few sips without fully thinking.

"You were out for quite some time. I almost thought I killed you for a few hours." Whumper hummed. Whumpee gasped after finishing and glared up at them, panting through a growl of teeth. "You-.. You can't do this, you have to let me go!" They shouted.

"No no no tsh shhh sh, don't speak." Whumper stammered, sticking their finger in their face. "Don't you see? I'm on your side. I'm saving you. You were out there doing everything by yourself. I watched you every time - time and time again, collapsing after every encounter, struggling to keep your balance, your composure." Whumper ranted, angrily re-filling the cup.

"You can't be s-serious! I'm needed out there! I chose this, I'm willing to make this sacrifice!" Whumpee shouted at them.

"-And I'm willing to do you this favor. I'm saving your life." Whumper eyed, settling in a chair across from them. Whumpee froze when they felt that same dizzy spell spike through their head. Their vision blurred and whumper's face warped in shape as their grin grew inhumanly wide.

"Close your eyes, don’t fight it.”

Without wanting to, their eyes fell closed. No matter how hard they fought, they lost the energy to open them back again. Their strength was robbed as their head slowly fell in slack.

“Now don’t you worry, I'll make sure to take good care of you.”

It’s dangerous to go alone, here, take this~ ♡ @grizzlie70 @lave-whump @amethysts-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight @yet-another-heathen @whatwhumpcomments @hamiltonwhumpdump @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @lonesome–hunter @digitalart-dwa @mabledonut @myst-in-the-mirror @melancholy-in-the-morning @anonintrovert @sunflower1000 @shywhumpauthor @dont-touch-my-soup @batfacedliar-yetagain @uvanuva

#tw drugged #tw drugs #whump #whumpee #whumper #kidnapped whumpee #creepy whumper #possessive whumper #protective whumper #whump writing #kidnap whump #whump angst #bound whump #drugged whumpee #collapse whump #unconscious whump

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krazyforkicks · 1 year

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Continued from here

CW: Mouth whump, drugged, blood, biting, manhandling, strangulation

By the time the carriage slowed to a stop, the man at Saša's feet was beginning to stir.

"You awake yet, Darling?"

In response, the man tried to sit up, but was unable. "Where... am I..?" He slurred instead. "Who are you?"

"We've arrived at home. Let's get up now. Come on." Saša pulled the man up, ignoring the second half of his question— he'd soon find out the answer on his own.

The man, now starting to come off whatever drugs he had been dosed with, protested. "No— I'm not going with you." But despite his defiant words, Saša was pulling him and his options were either to follow or be dragged. He stumbled along behind the vampire.

Once they were inside, Saša allowed the man to lean against a wall. "What's your name, Dear?" They asked.

"Yours first." The man said with a wary glare.

Saša let out a sigh. "I'll ask you one more time and if I don't get an answer, then I suppose you'll find out the consequences of defying me."

The man scoffed. "You're rather pretentious. I don't have to tell you shit."

In a split second, Saša slapped the man so hard across the face that his neck snapped to the side and the sound of the slap rang out through the empty room. The man stumbled a couple steps sideways before catching himself.

The man spat a tooth coated in blood onto the ground.

"No one ever has to say anything. You will always have a choice when it comes to answering my questions. You can either answer truthfully the first time or endure the pain of the consequences." Saša took the man's chin in their hand. "Now. Would you like to tell me your name? Or would you like to find out the consequences of telling me no again."

"... M' name's Alexi."

In one swift movement, Saša tipped the man's head to the side and bit down into his neck, drinking in his blood. The man screamed, scared and in pain.

Almost as abruptly as they had bit the man, Saša released him. "Don't lie to me again, Andrei."

Andrei's eyes widened, clearly not expecting Saša to have already known his name. "I-if you already knew, why ask..?"

Saša had many reasons for asking. To find exactly how compliant or defiant Andrei would be. To prove to Andrei that disobedience would have consequences. To scare Andrei by showing that Saša knew more about him than he thought. However, Saša would not explain any of this to their new pet.

"You may call me Master." Saša said, closing their hand tightly around Andrei's neck, restricting his oxygen. They smiled lightly as Andrei's hands closed around their wrist, trying in vain to make them let go. "I will tell you now that my name is Saša. You will hear others call me that name. If I hear you call me that name, you will severely regret it."

Andrei gasped as Saša released his throat, collapsing to his knees. "I'll never call you master. You're sick." Andrei rasped, hands protecting his neck as he glared up at Saša.

With a shrug, Saša pulled Andrei to his feet once more. "Come. I'll show you to your quarters."

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semi-personal · 23 days

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LISTEN-

I Love the whole "oh Bruce how did daimen come to be?" Or "holy frehollys batman got laid? How?"

But...

I NEED SOME FREKING DIVERSITY

Bruce got drugged and was raped, (as far as my understanding goes) and Talia was bad for that! I need Bruce being super uncomfy about it.

I need Bruce, and I need batman getting royally uncomfortable about his son's coming about. I need hall to come up in jl meeting being an idiot and talking about normal shit just to meet batman son and say stupid shit.

Bat man being late: apologies for being late, this is Robin.

Robin: sword in hand, does not give less of an idea who's child he is.

Gl: HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE A KID, HOW THE HELL DID BATMAN OF ALL PEOPLE GET LAID????

Batman: ***VISIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE ***

Robin: ***also visibly uncomfy because he has an understanding that his life does not come from a good thing***

Everyone: how the fuck did you make BATMAN UNCOMFORTABLE

#i just get a bit tired of everyone brushing over the fact that he was drugged #and thats not good #i need batman and bruce wayne him self #VILENTLY UNCOMFORTABLE #please #i need it #i also want the look of jl going from holy shit he has a son to #HOLY SHIT SAID SON WAS NOT ON PURPOSE #justice league #dc comics #batman #robin #mentions of talia #tw rape #was small mention but just in case #tw drugged #also just in case

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em-writes-stuff · 1 year

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whumpcember day 28

@whumpcember

prompt: explosion

characters: hero, sidekick, villain

warnings: drugged, bomb, strapped down, cursing

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Hero snuck around the compound, peeking through the frosted windows as he looked for Sidekick’s signal. He saw it; a small red feather just outside a dentist’s door.

He smiled softly and picked it up, twirling it in his hands gently before pocketing it and pushing the door open.

A rush of hot air blew out of the room and Hero had to blink before continuing on. He passed a lobby, a receptionist area, and stopped just before passing the doorway to one of the rooms.

Villain stood in front of the dentist’s chair, staring intently at Sidekick. She was strapped to the chair with leather straps, unable to do much more than wiggle a finger.

Villain looked up and smirked, “Nice of you to finally show up. We were beginning to wonder if you were even coming.”

“What do you want?” Hero asked, venom dripping from his voice.

VIllain sighed and rolled his eyes, “Always so business-like. I just needed you here, that’s all.”

Something hit hard against Hero’s arm and he shouted out. The pressure went away and for a moment, nothing happened.

Hero stumbled, falling against the wall and losing control of his limbs. Villain stepped around him and leaned on the doorway.

“Well, it’s been…annoying. But I’ve got to go before that bomb goes off, so bye!” he cheered.

The clock on the wall ticked slowly, counting the seconds Hero leaned helplessly against the wall.

His brain shouted for his legs to move, to get to Sidekick and undo the leather buckles holding her down. To get the fuck out of the building and hunt Villain down.

But, nothing happened. His arm shot out for Sidekick’s hand and, by some miracle, he grasped her hand in his. She squeezed his hand tightly and sobbed softly. “Is this it?”

The clock was drowned out by another ticking, a loud, desperate beat coming from one of the dull-grey cabinets.

“I think it is,” Hero said.

They listened as the bomb continued to tick, echoing through the room until finally.

#do you know how fucking rare it is for me to write a hero whumpee?#to the point where i fucked up with writing the characters part bc i thought i'd been calling a henchman a sidekick #like. thats how common it is for me to write a hero whumper and villain whumpee #it feels. weird #but cool #whumpcember #whumpcember2022 #whumpcember 2022 #whump #whump fic #hero whumpee #sidekick whumpee #villain whumper #explosion #tw drugged #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing

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whump-dump · 2 years

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One of my favorite, FAVORITE, scenarios is the secretly drugged/poisoned drink at a crowded party/ball. It can go in so many directions!

Character A is just an invited guest, no one important to the occasion. They stop a waiter to ask for a drink, but just take the drink the waiter has on the tray/in their hand. The waiter tries to stop them, because obviously that’s not meant for them. It’s too late though and A has downed the whole flute of champagne. It’s a few moments later and A is puking blood. B is the one hosting the celebration and sees this. That drink was meant to be theirs.

#whump #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump writing #whump ideas #whump tropes #poisoning #tw drugged #drugging #my writing

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wrentherainfall · 2 months

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Look man, it was too perfect not to do, I was obligated to make this-

Anyways another drawing for my little series of dumb doodles, gotta keep the fandom well fed💪💪

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #Alastor fanart #fanart #digital art #my art #drugs tw

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third-king-of-salmonids · 14 days

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WORK HARD PARTY HARDER

#COCAINE BEAR IS OVER NOW IS THE TIME OF COCAINE SALMON #tw drugs #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon salmonid #salmon run #king salmonid #splatoon salmon run #splatoon megalodontia #splatoon 3 salmon run #salmonid

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bamsara · 1 month

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bad time, but at least you're not alone

doodles for trod au, later stuff

#trod au #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #narinder x lamb #doodles #tw drugs

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truths33k3r4 · 12 days

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CHAPTER 26 - Blurs and Pixels

Mikey blinked away the growing tears on his face as he shook away the memories he had re-lived in his mind.

No. That’s all in the past. Don and Raph are home now- stop thinkin’ about it-

Mikey clicked with his tongue to fill the uncomfortable lack of sound looming in the room. His leg began to bounce again as he plucked at the stray threads from the couch cushions.

Mikey. Hated. Silence.

There’s silence when there’s no life. There’s silence when a joke doesn’t land. There’s silence when he’s ALONE.

Nope- stop it. Leo’s right there, I’m not alone. Quit it, brain. La~la~la~la not listeninggggg ~

Just to prove it to himself, the youngest turned his head to face Leo, who was now silently asleep deep into the couch cushions.

Yup- there he is- my fearless leader. He’s right there.

Mikey quietly hummed to himself in contemplation as he inched closer to Leo’s side.

Just… move…. Slowlyyyyyyy...

As smoothly as he could manage, he slid next to Leo and gently placed his head on the oldest’s shoulder. Mikey took a silent deep breath as he cozied next to his brother, the warmth of each of their bodies wrapping them cozily.

.. A nap doesn’t sound so bad right about now…

. . .

After THOROUGHLY sanitizing Lotus’ implant, Don had been hard at work trying to decode the infuriating piece of tech. His keyboard clicked and clacked as the images of his monitor reflected in his glasses’ lenses. He’d decoded technology before, but nothing this advanced. Normally it would be re-wiring the toaster, or installing an emergency alarm-

Don’s focused pupils constricted slightly.

His breathing started to hurt.

His hands which had laid firmly on his keyboard, working with precision and practice, began to misspell words. Every time he tapped the backspace, the sound got louder as his shoulders raised in irritation.

Focus Donatello. Get your scrambled brain back to the mission at hand.

After misspelling the word “ what “ as “ wuht “ he had given up, sighing loudly in defeat as he swiped off his glasses to clean the lenses.

So much for actually getting some WORK DONE.

He had lost so much time. SO. MUCH. TIME. Everywhere he looked in the lair something needed to be fixed or tightened or re-installed. Even as he was decoding the implant, his eyes would stray to land on the two new leaks dripping from his ceiling. Thankfully, the light pitter patters of the sky’s condensation only fell onto his bed, and NOT his computer. Still though, it bothered him greatly.

Ok. Add that to the list.

Don pulled back his sleek, dark purple chair from his desk as he reached into one of its drawers. He pulled out an untitled lavender notebook.( He hated when he would start a new notebook with its own title, and then later in its pages change the subject, resorting the title plastered on the front to be nearly entirely useless, so he left all his notebook covers blank. ) Once he landed on a blank page, he wrote of the two new leaks as numbers seventy-one and seventy-two on his list of to-do’s.

Seventy-two. Hmm. I expected there to be more..

As his eyes began drifting through the pages, taking note of all that needed to be done, all that he had failed to do, he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken. His hands clenched and wrinkled the notebook’s pages as his anger grew. He could feel a pulsing burn spread over his cheeks as tears started to form on the corners of his eyes.

Stop that right now, Don mentally shouted at his own body, I do not need this emotional crap- have you SEEN the SIZE of my to-do’s??! SO MUCH needs to get done and I will not sit here and cry- I will use this time CORRECTLY and LOGICALLY. Crying like an infant is neither logical nor correct- SO STOP IT.

With a defiant rub of his arm to erase the liquid nonsense, he tried to go back to his computer. His eyes needed to squint with how bright the screen now shone, which was.. a bit concerning seeing how earlier his vision was just fine.

Probably just the stinkin’ tears…

As he tried to focus harder, squinting even more, the image didn’t change.

But his tears were gone…

He decided to do a little experiment.

He closed his left eye, and his vision returned to what it was before. Nothing was out of the ordinary as he could clearly read all his notes on his computer, the glowing light now faded to a more comfortable level.

Huh. Interesting..

Then he closed his right eye.

The view of his computer pixelated into a glowing square on his wall. All the codes and words and notes on his desktop now deteriorated into nothing but faded lines. He focused as hard as he could, shifting his glasses, squinting his eye, but the distorted view stayed the same.

At first, he questioned if he needed to update his prescription.. But the piercing sting in his left eye forced his whole train of thought to go careening off its tracks. He hissed in pain as he covered the offending sensory organ with his hand. And then a memory hit him so hard he found himself on the ground, clutching his now racing heart.

. . .

It was just reaching sunset, the sky alighting with vibrant orange and pink hues. He and Raph had finally been allowed by Sensei, ( and a very reluctant Leo ), to go on their first mission on their own.

Raph had just found some kind of cd player in the piles of scraps at the scrapyard. It was a little dented, very dirty, but worth a shot to revive.

Mikey loves his music, so perhaps this player could make a good 13th birthday present.

Don contentedly placed it into his satchel as he and Raph continued to search for more useful items.

And then… something sharp jabbed into his neck…and his thigh… He instinctively raised his bowstaff defensively as Raph readied his twin sais.

“ WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT??? DON!! “

The world began to distort and blur as he felt every muscle in his body begin to defy his will. The sky of the lot lit up with a blinding white light. Before his brain could catch up, he had hit the unforgiving pavement. An ache shot up his shoulder and hip at the impact, as his glasses and staff both scattered out of his reach. He found he could only unleash a low groan at the pain, slowly watching as his body fell into the darkness creeping into his vision.

He felt so tired.

Tranquilizers he had thought to himself as he heard the muffled sounds of his twin crying out as a dart was thrust into his leg. And then another into his arm.

“ R-raphael-l.. “

“ D- Don!- “

His twin fell to the ground next to him.

He had to act fast. He needed to warn his brothers NOW. He put all his focus into pulling out his phone. His hand hesitated only for a moment as he pushed down onto the Panic button.

His fingers hadn’t even let go of his phone as a heavy-duty boot came down, crushing them under its merciless pressure. Don cried out as whoever it was that was stepping on him twisted their foot, further injuring his fingers with a sickening *CRUNCH*. With all the strength he had left, he kicked the offender in the most sensitive area he knew of. Said person then cursed loudly and fell backwards onto his posterior, freeing Don’s mangled fingers.

THANK YOU, ANATOMY CLASS.

Don turned over onto his side, now facing his fading brother. Raph fought tooth and nail to stay awake, but his body, too, was slowly turning on him.

Grasping onto their last moments of consciousness, they looked each other in the eye, intertwined their hands, and squeezed as tight as they could.

The sounds of a helicopter and footsteps coming from every angle echoed into nothing as they finally gave in to the darkness.

When Don woke, he was met with a literal gun to his head.

At least.. he thinks it was a gun. The brutes who took him and his brother captive had taken away his glasses. Rude. When he tried to stand up from the chair he was sitting on, a heavy tug of chains sounded, keeping him from any movements past raising his cuffed hands to his chin. By the fact that no one came and disciplined him for trying to stand, he assumed he was alone.

Even with blurry vision, he still tried to get a hold of his surroundings.

It was dark. That much was obvious. The only light Don could see was peeking through four thin rectangular windows above him and Raph.

RAPH.

Don could sense his brother’s shell slumped against his own. He calculatedly backed up his head and leaned over his twin’s shoulder. Thanks to the deathly quiet room, Don was able to hear Raph’s slow, but steady breaths.

Thank God…

He nudged Raph’s head gently. At first there was no response, which was somewhat normal seeing how he would normally need something with the sound range of one hundred and twenty decibels to wake up his fiery twin for school when they were kids; Raph’s always been the heaviest of sleepers.

So, to counteract his twin’s tendency to sleep like a grizzly in hibernation, Don gathered as much spit in his mouth as possible, and sloppily licked the side of Raph’s face.

… That… may not have been a good idea.

It was effective…. But at the cost of Don’s nose getting thwacked by Raph’s shoulder.

“ HHUGHHH! .. Raph!..ughhhhh.. “ Don moaned as his face grew a painful shade of red.

“ WHY. Would you DO that?! “ Raph scolded, whilst he attempted to rub off the remainder of Don’s spit with his shoulder.

“ Nevermind that. What can you see? “

“... Skies a blue.. Red roses too- “

“ RAPHAEL. “

“ Dude, you gave me an opening- “

“ I’M SERIOUS, RAPH. What do you see?.. “

The older twin looked around the room.

“ Looks like we’re in some kinda garage… I can smell motor oil and grease, and there’s a box of tools on a bench to your far left. “

“ Are there any cameras? “

Please no. Please no. Please no-

“ Yeah, there’s one in the corner of the ceiling. Pretty sure it can see us. And it’s blinkin’ red, so I think it’s on. “

Frickgoshdangit.

“ Wait- why are you askin’ me to look around? Don, CAN YOU SEE RIGHT NOW??? Did those JERKWADS BLIND YO- “

“- No, dear twin of mine. I simply can’t see because the insolent koalas stole my glasses. My eyes are still functioning properly. “

“.. The what now? Dude, aren’t koalas all cuddly ‘n stuff? “

“.. Yes, and they have one of the smallest brain-to-body ratios of mammals. “

“....”

“... They’re Dumb-Dumbs. “

Don felt a heavy sigh leave Raph’s body, not only releasing his built up steam, but also a small chuckle.

“ Ok.. You said there’s tools to my right? “

“ Left. “

“ Right..ok- “

“ Dude, I just said left. “

“ -NO- RAPH- ‘RIGHT’ AS IN CORRECT. “

“ Then just say ‘correct’, man! “

“ I DID, YOU SON OF A SPITEFUL POPTART. “

“ Ppfft- Dude seriously, you need better insults. I got a list we can go through when we get ho- “

The two brothers flinched at the sound of two metallic clicks.

Don REALLY wished he could see right now.

Judging by the way Raphael’s whole body tensed it wasn’t anything good.

“ Raph. What is going on? “ The purple-clad turtle whispered.

“ There’s two guns pointin’ at us.. And I think they’re loaded… Any ideas, Brainiac? “

“..Working on it.. “

“ Work faster… “

That's it for this chapter! :) We're finally getting to what happened to Don and Raph, and man it's gonna be a ride. ;)

Hope you enjoyed!

~ Melissa

MASTERPOST <- PRIOR CHAPTER NEXT CHAPTER ->

#tmnt #my version of tmnt!!#the strength in weakness #SIW Mikey #SIW Don #SIW Raph #SIW Leo #Hurt #Stressed out Don #Brotherly cuddles #tw darts #tw capture #tw tiny bit of blood #tw drugged #tw trauma

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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 2 months

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#tw drugs #love #dating #relationships #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

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krazyforkicks · 1 year

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Name pronunciation:: Andrei (AHN-drey), Saša (sa-sha),

CW: Drugged, sold at auction, vampire whumper with a human whumpee, dehumanization, leash & collar

Andrei's head was swimming. Colors and lights and sound all flowed together into one. He felt like he was falling. Were his legs moving? He couldn't tell. His arms hurt, like they were being pinched, but he couldn’t discern why.

A voice echoed through Andrei's head, but it was so vibrant and sharp for him to tell what it was saying. Time passed in a fog and soon the voice was gone. Soon, everything was gone. Everything except for confusion, wrapping Andrei like a blanket in the darkness...

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Saša wound their way through the halls to pick up their purchase.

"I'm here for lot 13." Saša handed a receipt to the product manager, who nodded and led Saša down a long hallway.

At the end of the hall, the product manager opened a heavy metal door to reveal a room packed full of people. "Lot 13. Time to go."

There was no response.

"Lot 13, let's move."

"He... He's passed out, sir. Over there..." One of the people close to the door whispered, pointing to a shape on the ground.

The product manager sighed. "Someone bring him out."

After a moment in which no one budged, two people lifted the figure off the floor and carried him to the door. Saša took the man by the shirt collar and the two others skittered away back into the room.

The man's eyes were only half open, hazy and unfocused. He was still heavily under the influence of whatever the auction house had given him before the bidding. When Saša dropped him back onto the floor, the man made no effort to catch himself and did not move.

"Do you know how to find your way out?" The product manager asked.

Saša nodded and the product manager locked the door that lot 13 had been inside before leaving back down the hallway.

Saša produced a collar and leash from their coat pocket and fastened the collar around the neck of their purchase before hooking the leash to it. "Wake up." Saša ordered, striking the man across the face with the back of their hand.

The man winced, blinking a few times as he squinted at Saša, trying to focus his gaze.

Saša took the man under the arm and effortlessly pulled him up to his feet. The man was extremely unsteady, but did not fall immediately. Instead, he tried to say something, but it came out completely unintelligible.

Keeping their hand around the man's arm, Saša led the man back down the hallway. When he stumbled, Saša simply pulled harder, forcing the man to quickly right his step.

Once they had exited the auction house, Saša shoved the man into the floor of a carriage and stepped over him to a seat. The carriage began to pull away.

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