#tw: whipping

[galactia]

The way I want to do a plot where Mondstadt is seiged and taken by Fatui, or the Abyss, in what would be a later act in the current story. Kaeya and many others are trapped in the city, and after refusing to swear his allegiance to them, Kaeya is very publicly punished (whipped and left tied out with a bucket of salt, the people of Mond forced to put salt in his wounds as an example, etc). But it is the city of Freedon, and their spirits can't be broken that easily, even the spirits of its adopted children. And though they have to be cautious, they start an underground mission of rebellion to save their city.

#wishlist//kaeya #tw: whipping #Mond getting taken and her people rallying is Delicious.

[touyastearss]

“Beg for my forgiveness” -  Tsukinami Carla x Reader

WARNING: kidnapping, abusive relationship, whipping, blood, sadism

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REQUEST:  Hi! Are you writing for Tsukinami Carla in Diabolik Lovers? the reader is a human and Carla falls in love with her, Carla severely punishes her in the dungeon for trying to escape (a whip etc.) And Carla regrets when tiny a/o is on the verge of fainting.

lil note:

this is part of a little series of yandere one shots of anime/genshin characters i did that you can find on ao3 here

The ground is sharp as you run across it, barefoot. You’re shivering, head frantically looking left and right in anxiety as you drag your body through the halls. This is the farthest you’ve ever gone, farther than you’d let yourself even imagine; a spark of hope emerges in your chest.

And then it’s gone.

Stood before you, staring down at you with that disapproving frown, is Carla.

“You didn’t think I’d let you leave, did you?” His arms are folded, eyes lidded as he looks down at you with an expression that sends a chill across your body. It's too fast for you to move when his hand comes out to slap your face with immense strength, sending you staggering to the ground with a cry. Carla steps forward, his shoe coming to rest on your calf. He presses down, and you wince at the bruising pain as you're trapped below him.

“You know that I do not tolerate disobedience. Must I break your legs in order for you to understand that you cannot leave me?” The pressure becomes a little more painful, before finally dissipating as you watch him step back from your pitiful form

"Stand." He demands, voice deep and powerful with eyes full of scorn. You try, but the fear has left you paralysed, and you freeze half-way, stuck on the floor, beneath him. He watches you for a moment, before reaching down quickly to yank on your arm.

“Now."

His hand holds your arm with a bone-crushing grip.

“You will follow me.”

You're dragged along behind him at a pace that you’re unable to keep up with, feet stumbling with every step as your weight is held up only by the agonising grip he keeps on your arm.

There's no way to tell how long it takes for you to reach the dungeon, a matter of seconds, perhaps hours. But nonetheless, your body finds itself crashing onto familiar stone ground- the impact only adding to the blossomed bruises along your body, no doubt.

“Must you really defy me, every chance you get?”

You're thrown across the bed, your night-dress ripped from your body as Carla holds in his hand something black, and to your horror you come to realise it's a whip.

"You will obey me, Y/N, whether you want to or not. Beg for my forgiveness."

The first crack of the whip against your skin elicits a piercing scream from you. Tears sting your eyes and you immediately begin to beg.

"I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry!" The tears are falling as you cry out, but your words are in vain as you feel the burn of the whip against you once again, and your body convulses violently as you struggle to be free.

"I'm sure you could do better than that." There’s a familiarly sadistic tone to Carla’s voice as a third and fourth laceration hits across your back before you can even open your mouth. The cold air stings the cuts as you feel blood trickling down your back.

You're screaming frantically, blubbering a messy string of words that probably make little sense, in an effort to earn his forgiveness. But the sadist above you continues without mercy, and you feel dizzy from the pressure pounding through your head.

It burns with an unbearable pain as you lay, sobbing. Your voice is cracked and broken and there’s black spots dotting your vision.  It’s too much. You can’t think, you can’t breathe. It’d be so much easier to just give up altogether and-

And then it stops.

You can barely open your eyes to look up and see Carla above you, staring at your face. His golden eyes burn into yours, and you can feel the sweat trickling down your forehead uncomfortably as you struggle to breathe. But this time, he seems confused- with a deep frown as he stares at you- before you realise what his expression truly holds. Concern.

There's a momentary silence, in the cramped room, save for your loud inhales. And then he places the whip down, gloved hand reaching out to grab your chin in a surprisingly gentle grip. His voice is deep and final.

"You are forgiven, Y/N. Do not give me reason to punish you again."

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers x reader #otome #carla tsukinami #carla tsukinami x reader #yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: sadism #tw: abuse #tw: whipping #tw: blood #tw: vampires

[silversiren1101]

Sensory prompts: 45. The creak of leather for Mino please?

TW: Whipping and not the fun kind! This is a moment that will happen in the pre-game canon long fic... A rather formative moment in a young Hellknight's career. This is rather dark so feel free to skip if it's uncomfy!

She didn't know what kept her from giving the reaction he was clearly looking for. As Maralictor Ryvel crossed the "ten lashes" threshold then for the third time over, she still didn't react. At first, it had been a matter of acceptance and deference. She'd spoken out of turn, and while she didn't believe what she said had been wrong--

"You can't just expect us to leave comrades to die in such a situation?! Won't that just sow chaos and distrust among units and ranks?"

--she had spoken out of emotional impulse, guided by anger rather than logic, rudely interrupting him in the middle of exercises. Now, she was being punished for it, a reprimand as she had rightfully earned--but that 'rightfulness' had now twice additionally been violated. Ten lashes had turned into twenty without announcement, and now they were lapping on thirty. She hadn't reacted to a single swipe across her back at all, because the punishment had been rightfully earned and she was taking it with grace, as she thought was expected of a would-be Hellknight. That had apparently been wrong, as the growing frustration in her Maralictor's grunts and the increasing harshness of the whip to her back told her he wanted her to cry out.

It had started as respect and as grace, but what was it now that kept her standing firm? That expression on her face hard as she breathed evenly and tuned out the stinging heat running down her spine, barely anything compared to the wax and tar and blades she'd taken there before as a literal child? Spite, maybe. Pride, also maybe. All she knew was that this and he were wrong, because everything she'd read so far in the Chain told her that punishment wasn't for cruelty's sake, and he clearly wanted to see her react in pain. He was breaking the contract he'd implicitly set up between them and she willingly submitted to: ten lashes for her disruptive outburst and disrespect of rank.

As the lash count steadily reached forty, still, she did not react. The dead nerves and scars already down her spine lended themselves to her well here as she stared straight ahead into the increasingly unsettled eyes of the other armigers made to watch this as a 'lesson.' Some were worried. Some were nauseous. Some were afraid. Others... others were angry, she could see that anger, this perversion of the power an officer had over a subordinate. Good, she assumed they agreed with her, the reason she didn't just cry out and make it all end.

Pride? Spite? To make a point? No. To stand by the burgeoning ideals each lash was scarring into her soul right here and now? Something like that.

Fifty.

Sixty.

There was a ringing in her ears but still she stood, and unfortunately, for Ryvel she barely felt any individual swipe anymore over the angry, burning, stinging mess that was her entire back at this point. The wet heat on the back of her legs told her it was a bloody thing, but it was almost easier to tune out this way when it was one mass rather than individual impacts.

Seventy.

The sun had already started to set over Rivad's battlements, plunging everything into cold shadow. It was harder now, to keep from shivering from the wet blood turning chill. That would be too close to being mistaken as the reaction he wanted and she refused to give him because this wasn't what they had agreed upon. Ten lashes for speaking out. Nearly a hundred for refusing to kneel to pain and whimper for him like a good little girl? Could she actually make it to one-hundred, she wondered?

Eighty.

There was a tang in her mouth by this point, something like bile and acid. She'd stopped seeing those eyes staring back at her by now, vision a swirl of haze and cloudiness. Did they still agree? Couldn't Ryvel see this would only sow that distrust she had spoken of? If they couldn't expect fair, consistent punishment, wouldn't that encourage lying and disrespect for him? Was he so cruel as to be stupid...? But still, no one had stopped him...

Ninety.

...why had no one stopped him?

She didn't feel anything anymore. She didn't see, either, just heard that sound. That whip crack, the snap of leather, the wet sound of her back immediately after chased by the soft exhale of her lungs from the impact. No one had stopped him so. Was she in the wrong here? No, no this wasn't what the books said... wasn't what the other officers had so far told them and taught them... But why was no one doing any--

"--HUEAGH!" The choked gasp escaped from her unwillingly on lash ninety-six, as the leather bit into something deeper than just ruined flesh. Her entire body convulses, played like a jerked marionette by the nerve exposed and struck. The ground was cold as her chin struck the dust dirt, and only then did she feel each and every individual lash Ryvel had cruelly given her as her body jerked involuntarily a few seconds longer.

Over it all, as something dark rushed in the claim her, she could hear him barking something. Orders? No... it was in that lecturing tone again and sounding so unaffected aside from the slight husk of exertion. Whatever it was he'd said was lost on her as he wound the whip about his gauntleted fist, and that creak of leather chased her into the dark.

She will wake up in the infirmary after, her wounds healed despite Hellknights having a policy of no-healing after punishment and reckonings as otherwise that defeats the point. She is ordered to report to the Paralictor's office to "discuss her part in what happened" where she learns that multiple onlookers did rightfully report Ryvel for gross breach of duties and excessive punishment, and she gets to have a candid talk with the Paralictor on the meaning of lawfulness and the responsibilities of leadership over subordinates, and that cruelty is just a troublesome and corrupting emotion as love or mercy. It also shapes a lot of her personal ideals as a leader and gets her noticed among the higher ranks... and by her peers.

#silversirenwrites #oc: minovae arangeir #tw: torture #tw: whipping #hellknights #pwotr pals #wrath of the righteous

[xamaxenta]

Reread that fic again by irrelevancy where Ace flays open Marco’s back with some sail rigging chain and hhh. Its such a good fuckifnt fic

#MAS #tw: whipping

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hold on; so your telling me throughout your life, you never had a good birthday and you just let it slide like another day? They couldn't have been that bad...could they?

"....No. Not one." she simply answers looking to her feet. Megan looks to slowly relax her arms but then thinks. "Not that bad?.......well, what you do this about this then.." she said thinking.

*First birthday was celebrated but with her father who was the only one that shared his joy of her being born. Having a little birthday day. Till her mom crushes the cake.

*Second birthday was still the same but no cake this time.

*Third through sixth birthday: had to make her own cake but ended up getting punished for not focusing on training at the time. Father tried to wish her happy birthday but she didn't get it.

*Tenth birthday only was given whipping for the years she was alive. Just spending time in her bedroom for the day to give a least a break. She did try to sneak out to see her father or friend but was chained down.

*14 birthday, was ignored but her mother was out of town. She got the thought of hating her birthday. Father had to try cheering her up with a cake but she threw it saying it was not worth it.

*15 and 16th birthday: was given a bowl of broth for a 'cake' but got a hate letter from her mother as a present. She only burned the letter when her mother wished she was never born.

*17 birthday, just remains in her room after the years but she was hugging herself wishing for someone to just kill her already.

*20 birthday when on her own, she just put in her mind set, she was dead when becoming a demon and thought the human self of her was gone.

"As you c..can see, I never hand one good birthday. They all were horrible. I just tell myself it's just another day that I'm alive. I don't b..bother anyone with my dumb b...birthday so I keep it q..quiet. It's n..not a issue. It's just my birthday was always bad....so I'm not going to worry ab..anyone about it."

#IC #silver roses #ask answered #muse answered #curious peahen and peacock #megan lori acrosta #the demonic hunter/black heart queen #anon #muse birhday #tw: painful memories #tw: whipping

[communistkenobi]

Another issue that seems to fuel effemimania is our cultural tendency to sexualize femininity and femaleness in all its forms. While countless feminist writers and theorists have analyzed the ways in which the sexualization of femaleness and femininity permeates virtually every aspect of our culture and has a negative impact on most women's lives, they have typically ignored the way this tendency creates an environment in which "male femininity" is almost always considered in purely sexual terms. For example, most popular images and impressions of trans women revolve around sexuality: from "she-male" and "chicks with dicks" pornography to media portrayals of us as sexual deceivers, prostitutes, and sex workers. And of course, there are the recurring themes of trans women who transition in order either to gain the sexual attention of men or to fulfill some kind of bizarre sex fantasy (both of which appear regularly in the media, and also in Bailey and Blanchard's model of MTF transgenderism). In this context, it's easy to understand why Bailey and Blanchard were able to get away with proposing a homosexual/autogynephilic model for MTF spectrum trans people without ever being challenged by their professional peers to apply their theories to FTM spectrum trans people. To do so would require these predominantly straight- and male-identified gatekeepers to view masculinity and maleness in purely erotic terms--in other words, to reduce maleness to the status of mere sexual object (something that they would be loath to do in the unlikely event that this line of reasoning ever crossed their minds). This unwillingness to sexualize masculinity to the extent that femininity is sexualized explains why the gatekeepers endlessly dwelled on every perceived nuance and variation that occurred in the sexual practices and fantasies of the MTF spectrum population while simultaneously adamantly claiming that there was no such thing as female transvestism, no erotic component to FTM crossdressing, and no such thing as a gay-identified trans man.

— Whipping Girl, pp 134-135 (2nd Ed)

Serano also talks about how transmascs were routinely viewed as more “psychologically stable” compared to transfems by medical professionals because it was seen as “basically rational” for a woman to want to be a man, but hysterical, pathological, and disturbing for a man to want to be a woman. Furthermore, trans women were routinely at the whims of the sexual desires of the professionals who oversaw their medical transition, with many doctors outright stating in medical documentation that they used their own levels of sexual attraction to their transfem patients as the basis for whether they would refer them for surgery or not. And on the flip side, if trans women were too feminine, too attractive to the cishet male doctors, they would be accused of faking or exaggerating for attention, while trans men were praised for their performance of masculinity and escaped the sexual eye of the overwhelmingly straight doctors - because it would be gay to do so, and of course these doctors aren’t gay! How dare you even suggest that!

The conclusion ultimately is that there is no good way to be a woman - trans women are stuck in a double bind where they must perform an incredibly rigid standard of femininity in order to be given access to hormones, and are then punished if they “go overboard” or their performance of femininity doesn’t suite the sexual tastes of the doctors who gatekeep their ability to transition. This is again where transmisogyny has a massive amount of explanatory power as a concept, and why trans men do not face this same double-bind - our masculinity can be denied as fraudulent, and often is, but the act of pursuing masculinity in the first place is seen as a genuine, taken-for-granted common sense pursuit, a “mercy” that is not afforded to our transfem siblings.

This is not to pit transmascs against transfems, but to acknowledge the basic reality that our masculinity provides us with some bargaining power in medical and psychiatric contexts, not because trans men don’t face discrimination or transphobia, but because we have the ability to be rewarded by patriarchy for our identity as men - which is itself a violently misogynistic privilege. This fact should enrage you, not towards trans women for pointing this very obvious and basic fact out to you, but towards the people and institutions conducting this violence in broad daylight

#even old new york was once new amsterdam #whipping girl #transmisogyny tw

[nat-stimmy]

Italian Cream Sodas (SOURCE)

#tw hands #cherries #drinks #drink making #drink stim #pouring #whipped cream #food #food stim #soda #soda stim #cream soda #cream soda stim #red #red stim #pink #pink stim #white #white stim #stim #stims #stimmy #my gifs

[galactia]

.... remember when I mentioned an AU where Mondstadt's a bit darker, and they basically preserve their freedom by tamping out any perceived threat to it, and its laws are far more harsh, so when Kaeya's heritage gets found out after his fight with Diluc, he's publicly flogged and arrested?

Haha, yea. But. What if?

#tw: whipping #wishlist//kaeya #[ give me Diluc Angry. Enraged even. But then he finds out what is happening and his rage turns a different direction #because as angry as he is. He realizes that is never something he wanted. Kaeya is his Brother even if he's not sure he's admitting it #right now. #Or honestly. Anyone who knows Kaeya and cares about him enough to have a Reaction #to what is happening. ]

[yutaan]

Lightning whip LIGHTNING WHIP!!!!

#jiang cheng #mo dao zu shi #zidian #the untamed #scars #tw scars #my art #digital #brush pen #would you believe that the initial idea for this was that I wanted to do #like #a thoughtful composition contrasting Jiang Cheng’s whip scars with how he uses a whip as his main weapon #despite his past injuries and all the emotional trauma associated with Zidian in particular #i.e. something something alchemizing his trauma into a tool that helps keep him and his loved ones safe #for better and-or for worse #(often for worse) #and then halfway through the coloring process I paused and was like Hang on. #This is just a pinup drawing of Jiang Cheng. #Oh well!! It can be BOTH those things!!!!

[rileyclaw]

first friend, final protector.

#hey gang! chose violence last night and whipped this out in a day! #anyways! im afraid for flapjack in season 3! teehee !!! #tw: character death #toh #the owl house #cw: angst #like hEAVY <3 #comic #my art #fanart #belos #hunter toh #willow park #huntlow #the parallel of huntlow and caleb and the witch he fell for makes me HURT #once again! I made this in under 24 hours . its fun that way #flapjack toh #twitter HATES me for this yall i am still laughing hysterically at their gutted reactions #toh comic #toh season 3 #toh spoilers #tw death

[kangtaebins]

… hi my loves, it’s been a while <3

#txtnetwork #moacentral #moasource #dailybg #malegroupsnet #kpop #txt #tomorrow x together #taehyun #kang taehyun #my gif‼️ #boyfie ♡ #useryeonbins #useryeonjuins #useryukuz #usersemily #hijaehyukkies #wabisarah #ayabestie #rosieblr #0x1zone #please excuse how fucking rough these are- i did them quickly on my phone bc i was just so excited to see this #i think perhaps i will have to whip out ps again #its been so long yall- i nearly forgot how to work this shit 😭😭 #ive missed being here #hoping all my besties are staying safe and healthy! #mwah mwah! #flashing tw #also hi my bday passed- ya girl is 23 now ugh

[fernsnailz]

some doodles from the past week ish. mostly shadow

#i drew whip and nae nae sonic while delirious at 3 am working on boards. you know how it is (cries) #fern's sketchbook #tw blood #sth #muppets #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog

[friendlylocalwhumper]

"Yes." | “Kneel.” | Best of Three | Correspondence | Appraisal | Collapse

Six guys in a row, on their knees, blindfolded and gagged. Major seethes, shifting his weight on throbbing knees. How much goddamn longer does he have to wait for something to happen? He caught a glimpse of the other sorry fucks kneeling beside him, as he was forced down to sit on his heels. He tried to buck up, and only got pistol whipped for it, so. He’ll just fucking wait.

“Are you going to behave?” Says someone vaguely in front of him, off to the left. Talking down at one of the kneeling guys. Major cocks his head to listen as a gag is pulled out of someone’s mouth.

“Fuck you.”

A small, mechanical click. Then something like thunder cracks. Major jerks, trying to throw himself to the floor, heart lodged in his throat. There was a flash of light, he thinks, as a fist cinches in his hair and forces him back upright. A gunshot. It was a gunshot. He doesn’t hear any groaning or screaming, just… that’s a body slumping to the ground. Heavy, dull, lifeless.

A shoe scuffing on the floor, and that voice again. “Are you going to behave?”

A gag is pulled free, and a breathless, nervous voice answers. “Uh - yeah. Yeah, sure.” It’s right beside Major, this voice. He can all but feel the guy shivering beside him, inches away. He smells like sweat and stale clothes. Major chews on the cloth in his mouth, listening hard. A click, metal on metal.

Another deafening crack, and the flash of light is brighter this time. Major’s whole body tries to flee from the noise against his will. It’s only when he’s yanked back again, his scalp burning, that he registers the hot, sticky spray that hit his face a second ago. He doesn’t have to hear the body falling to know that there is now a dead body crumpled beside him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Someone is pulling the gag out of his mouth. Normally he would be cursing up a storm, demanding answers, calling these creeps every twisted insult he could string together. But for once, Major holds still, and holds his tongue. Hot metal presses to his forehead, the point of pressure small and haunting.

“Are you going to behave?”

All thoughts leave his head. There is no decision to submit. He cannot see, isn’t allowed to move, and the gun to his head makes his response come out as instinctively as a breath. “Yes,” He answers, firm in the knowledge that it is the right answer, and hushed in mortal terror. He’ll behave, whatever that means. There’s no other choice.

The cooling metal disappears. Another footstep, off to his right now. The kneeling guy on that side is barely breathing, taking in tiny gasps that probably starve him of oxygen.

Major feels dizzy himself. He wasn’t planning on caving this fucking early. Planned to be a stubborn asshole, maybe get tortured for a few weeks, or make some daring escape and kill a few fuckers on his way out. But he can tell already, from the tension in the air. From how fast those guys’ mistakes got them wiped out. He’s gotta learn fast, here, or his last thought will be that he should’ve behaved better.

#whump #drabble #whipped this one up super fast and it was so fun #have been thinking about it for days #major #afraid #death tw #gun #creepy whumper #implied pet whump #dehumanization #or at least that's probably what's in store for major #mine