#painful whip

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

[deep-sea-anemone]

Yes, yes, Sanji letting Zoro help in the kitchen by letting him chop vegetables because he's good with pointy objects.

BUT. Have you considered?

They live in a world without most electrical appliances. A FUCKTON of physical labor goes into baking (and keep in mind how often Sanji bakes treats for the girls).

Sanji being tired (physically) and not feeling like taking 10 min to whip whipped cream. Being tired (mentally) of Zoro making fun of him for never working out. Sanji saying "fuck it" and just starts putting him to work.

The foccacia dough needs to be kneaded? "Have fun working a sticky mess for 20 minutes, asshole"

Need meringue? "No, STIFF peaks marimo. Don't tell me you're wimping out already"

"Are you even TRYING to flatten that steak Marimo?"

"Yes, it needs whipped cream. YES, I know you just made some yesterday. We need more"

Zoro's shoulders are burning but he's trying SO HARD not to lose face with the cook and meanwhile Sanji is silently losing it at Zoro's shock that cooking can in fact be a workout

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i saw them in the cookbook pages and Immediately thought of this meme:

[saltpepperbeard]

hi everyone how are we doing i'll go first i'm doing Bad :)

[roariescorner]

MIKU VON HATSUNE !!

+pfp??

[haunted-xander]

Mother,,,,,,,,

+ a close up of the extremely tiny Scions

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 5- "If My Pain Will Stretch That Far"

CW: Bruises, blood, whipping.

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"Come on now, you can take more." 

He rolled over onto his side, his body littered with cuts and bruises. Pulling his arms underneath him, he managed to make it onto his hands and knees this time before the whip crashed back down over his skin. 

"Yeah, I- I doubt that." He panted through the pain. 

"You will take as much as I say you will take." 

"Yeah, if my pain will stretch that far." He gasped, falling back onto his chest with a sob. 

A splash of blood crashed over him as the whip came down and he choked out a mangled scream. 

"Haven't I had enough?" He pleaded, curling back into his side. 

The man holding the whip knelt down next to his face, locking a hand around his throat. 

"You will never have enough." He spat. "You will only have enough once you are so broken, that the only words you can speak are 'yes sir.' Once you are so beaten down that you will do anything I ask without a second of hesitation. If I tell you to lick my boot, you do so like it's Thanksgiving Dinner. Until that day, you will take every beating I give you. You will stretch your pain so far like a balloon ready to pop, and then I will take it farther. Do you understand?" 

When the man at his feet remained silent, choking on his air, he let him go and stood up, crashing the whip against the ground.

"I said, do you understand!" He cried.

The man responded with a light cough, his hands coming to rub at his throat as he stared out at the empty room. He didn't respond, didn't utter a single word. Just a light groan torn out of him when the whip crashed over his skin once more.

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[mxtxfanatic]

Hi! This post on twitter made me wonder about Suibian, what all do we know about Wei Wuxian's sword from the novel? Personally I sometimes wonder if the reason it sealed itself was because it wouldve been way too easy to use it to commit crimes and blame them on Wei Wuxian because Suibian is his, in life and death both, he's probably evil and powerful enough to do this all as revenge... so I wonder if Suibian's last known act was in its master's protection? How strong would the rumours about everything wwx supposedly did after death would be if Suibian was found among the evidence?? Thoughts? How strong is suibian and do you have any headcanons about Suibian?

While spiritual swords are said to be partially sentient, they don't seal themselves based on the whims or intentions of their wielders but if their wielders reach a certain level in their cultivation. It's extremely rare and usually takes decades to a century to achieve:

His face revealed disgust. Wei WuXian, “What a shame that our swords don’t have that much spiritual energy yet. If they could sheath themselves, then nobody would be able to use them.” Jiang Cheng, “If you cultivate for another eighty years, then maybe it’d be possible.”

—Chapt. 57: Poisons, exr

Siubian is confirmed to be sealed post-first siege, but nobody ever actually used it after it was confiscated during the QishanWen indoctrination camp. Therefore, we don't actually know when Wei Wuxian's cultivation strength crossed the threshold for sealing, but my headcanon is that it happened during the killing of the Xuanwu of Slaughter. If Siubian hadn't sealed itself, I don't think much about the 13-year gap would change because everyone knows that the Jin took Siubian as a "war trophy," just like they know that the Jin took the remaining half of the stygian tiger seal.

[bookshelfdreams]

hey do y'all ever think about the fact that Charles probably has told Edwin about being beaten as a child at some point during their 34 years of friendship? And that Edwin likely never found it remarkable enough to ask further questions because back when he was alive, beating children was completely normal

[infamous-if]

O kay okay okayaoakayasysayas Since Rowan isn't going to be a LI can we please get his POV reaction (deep crush stage) of MC going over to him to tell him that MC is in love with one of the other ROs? Pleasee I need the angst and I love Rowan and am sad we won't be able to romance him!!

I was listening to favorite crime and kind of went a bit overboard. Please excuse this lengthy and angsty-ish drabble. Aha.... 🤒 ill keep it short next time

The soft notes of Rowan's guitar--affectionally dubbed 'Betty'--rises above his head, filling the silence of his hotel room. He strums aimlessly, absently, his fingers having a mind of their own as they move, creating a random melody that's oddly soothing. Or maybe it's the very essence of his guitar--he always feels more grounded, centered, with Betty in his hands.

Rowan's gaze remains unfocused as he plays, his head tilted, legs crossed on the balcony that overlooks the sleepy streets of their latest tour stop. A soft, pleasantly warm wind curls around the messy strands of his hair, locks sweeping across his forehead like a caressing hand. As the melody takes hold, going from mindless practice to something that sounds like it can be the bones of a real song, he closes his eyes.

Rowan has never been a good singer, but you don't need to be a good singer to make people feel something. He's learned that from the best of them.

I wonder if MC would like this.

The thought of his best friend makes a low groan sound in his throat, and with a huff he pauses the recording of his phone. Suddenly Betty's romantic notes feel like a taunt, a blade to his heart with every reminder of what he and MC are not. They're not together. They're not anything more than friends.

They're not what he wants them to be.

He knows he shouldn't feel this way about them. They're friends. They've been friends since he still thought fart jokes were funny and he had no bass in his voice. That's all they've always been and all they will be: friends.

The word has never sounded so terrible.

Still. If only...

His phone buzzes with a text and he sets Betty down. That blade in his heart only twists when he sees who it's from.

Of course. Did my thinking manifest them? The thought induces both a laugh and a sharp hint of misery from him.

He reads the text: Open your door.

He turns his upper-body to face his door, bursting up once the realization flows through him. He glances at himself in the mirror on his way there, making sure his pajamas are at least semi-presentable. It's MC; they've seen him in worst states, but level of comfortability changes when you want someone to see you in ways they've never seen you before.

In other words, he needs to look good.

Rowan heaves a breath before swinging open the door, remembering to keep the easy smile on his face. MC still looks good even at twelve a.m. after an entire day on the road. It's almost unfair.

"Heyyyy." He grins, trying to appear light. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

MC rolls their eyes. "You're not busy, are you?" They lean over to peek behind Rowan's shoulder, their eyes settling on an abandoned Betty. "Working on something?"

"Nah." He scratches his neck, self-concious. "Just fooling around. What, you need to talk about something?"

MC pushes past Rowan's shoulder to breeze inside, throwing themselves on the bed with a huff. "Iris and Devyn are out and I need to talk to someone."

Rowan takes a seat next to them, snorting. "So I'm the third choice?Wow."

They prop themselves up on their elbows, strands of hair falling in front of their face. Rowan has the terrible urge to lean over and push them away. "You're not exactly the 'serious talk' kind of person."

"Serious talk?" He gapes. "Yes, I am! I'm capable of being serious, you know. I'm not an asshole."

With a laugh, MC rolls over on their stomach and groans into Rowan's pillow. Now his curiosity is officially piqued. What could have MC so...like this?

"What's up?" Rowan's following laugh is both nervous and amused. "Did something happen with Seven?" Seven and MC have been a bit...all over the place since the beginning of the tour. He hardly knows what to call it. "Or did Orion lecture you again?" Orion is another one. That man has been relentless since tour started.

MC shoots him a look before sitting up, copying Rowan's position. His eyes flicker down to where their knees touch, to the proximity that's gone from the size of the bed to none at all.

They've been close like this before. No, scratch that. They've been closer, but this is different. This is different because everything is different.

"You know you're my best friend, right?" MC says, putting their hands on Rowan's.

He clears his throat, the skin under theirs burning with their touch. "Yeah...?"

"And we can tell each other everything?"

"Yeah." He quirks a brow at them, trying to stifle their humor. "Are you dying? Please don't tell me you're dying. You haven't even gotten rich yet to leave me anything in your will."

MC laughs but it comes out a bit uncertain. High-pitched. Rowan knows them. The same way he knows Iris and Devyn. He knows all of them like the back of his hand. So it only takes him another second to realize it.

MC is nervous.

His heart does a weird somersault in his gut.

"I have a secrettttt," MC sing-songs. Even as a joke they still manage to sing with perfect pitch.

The four words are enough to shake his very world, but he manages an eye roll. "Fucking hell, we're not twelve. Just spit it out."

"Sorry." MC palms their face, a nervous laugh escaping them. God. This must be serious for MC to be nervous in front of him? Rowan has never really gave anyone the impression of a harsh judge. Hell, he's always been an open book. "I just...I'm in love with [RO]."

He wished he didn't rush them. He wished he didn't hear those words at all. He's half tempted to grab it from the air and shove it back into MC's mouth so they can pretend it never happened.

"What?" is all the fuzz in his brain can spit out.

MC throws their self back, a wildly breathless laugh escaping them. The sound is even better than Betty's notes. "WHEW. That felt good to say it. Is anyone hot in here? I know I am."

MC keeps babbling but all Rowan could hear is a white noise in his head. MC is in love with RO. MC is in love with them.

MC is in love with someone that's not him.

"I just needed to let that out." MC huffs, gazing around the room. "You should invite me next time you play. You know I like seeing you finger Betty."

Rowan can't even laugh at the dirty inside joke they've had between them since he bought Betty years ago. It suddenly makes him feel wholly small and largely ridiculous: Rowan will never be the person for MC. He will always be the goofy best friend that makes stupid, childish jokes about fingering his dumbass guitar and the one MC goes to when Devyn and Iris aren't available.

He's not even the second choice. He's the fucking fourth.

As if noticing the change in atmosphere, MC awkwardly purses their lips and says, "I should probably get back to my room and get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow."

He blinks, managing a small nod. "Uh-huh." He runs a hand through his hair, feeling naked without his hat. "Right."

They stand and shoot Rowan a final look. "Thank you," they say after. a moment, "for being my friend."

He's really starting to hate that word.

But he smiles anyway. "Yeah. Ditto."

MC grins, spinning on the heel of their foot to leave the room. Rowan follows, waving lamely at them and watching as they disappear down the hall, whistling a merry tune. It's true; it does feel like a weight was lifted of their shoulders. They walk with a hop in their step. Rowan hates knowing it was RO that is responsible for that.

With a sigh he closes the door, leaning his forward against it. Spinning on his shoulder, he looks up at the ceiling.

"I need to get laid," he mumbles.

Though he has a feeling that won't do much to solve the problem in his heart.

[qu4kerider]

“I don't know you anymore. Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I can't follow!”

STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH & ARCANE S02E03

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#3: The dance of pain

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CW: Pet whump, violence, torture, psychological manipulation, dominating whumper, captivity, slavery, stress position, power dynamics

As Andrey's hand reached out for the knife, Noah's heart raced like a wild beast trapped in a cage, its frantic beats echoing in his ears, each pulse a drumbeat of impending doom. The glint of the blade sent a shiver down his spine, his mind swirling with horrific visions of what was to come.

"Please... don't..." Noah's voice quivered, barely audible over the thunderous pounding of his own heart. But his plea fell on deaf ears as Andrey's cruel smirk widened, relishing Noah's fear like a sadistic predator savoring its prey's distress.

With agonizing slowness, Andrey dragged the tip of the knife along Noah's chest, the cold steel leaving a trail of icy dread in its wake. Noah's breath hitched as the fabric of his shirt parted under the blade, exposing his vulnerable skin to the mercy of Andrey's whims.

Relief washed over him momentarily when Andrey placed the knife down, only to be swiftly replaced by dread as Andrey's hand reached for the whip. Noah had almost forgotten about the whip... almost.

The crack of the whip split the air, causing Noah to flinch violently at the sound. He couldn't fathom the agony of that thing lashing against his body.

"You're all bark and no bite, huh? Look at you," Andrey sneered, creeping up behind Noah, tracing his back with the whip. "You were cussing me out only a few minutes ago. But you're just a little pest, waiting to be squished when brought in front of fear."

"I'm not... I'm not just some... some pest..." Noah's voice trembled with defiance, but it was a feeble flame struggling to burn against the gale of Andrey's cruelty.

Andrey's laughter echoed in the chamber, a chilling melody that danced on the edge of madness. "Oh, but you are, pet," he taunted, his voice dripping with venom as he circled Noah like a vulture eyeing its prey. "A pathetic little pest, begging for mercy from its master."

With a snarl, Andrey brought the whip down upon Noah's back savagely. The crack of leather against flesh echoed through the chamber, sending shivers racing down Noah's spine as pain exploded across his body like wildfire.

He had never experienced anything like this before. His whole back was on fire, and he felt as if he couldn't do something as simple as breathe.

Before Noah could recover from the brutal hit, Andrey brought the whip down again, making Noah scream out loud from the searing pain.

"Not so mouthy now, are we?" Andrey mocked, bringing the whip down once again.

The crack of leather against skin echoed through the room followed by Noah's raspy screaming. His body convulsed with each brutal strike, his muscles tensing and contorting in agony. He bit down hard on his lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding his mouth as he fought to stifle the screams clawing at his throat.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he hung suspended in the suffocating darkness of his despair. Every fiber of his being screamed for Andrey to stop. To stop all of this. He just wanted to go back home to his mother. Was that too much to ask for? To have freedom?

Unfortunately for him, it was too much to ask for. If by any chance Noah had found the courage and lung capacity between the lashes to speak the same, Andrey would've probably left him half-dead in the chamber.

"With every lash, I will give you a rule to follow, and you will repeat after me. Understood?" When no response was given except for small sobs, Andrey grabbed Noah's hair, pulling his head back as the other cried out.

"Understood?"

Noah managed a weak nod, blinking through his blurred vision. Andrey decided to let the lack of a vocal answer slide, sensing Noah's unfamiliarity with his twisted game.

Another lash landed on Noah's back with a harsh crack. "You will address me as Sir. Using my name will only land you with more punishment."

Noah could hardly think, let alone be expected to repeat these sick rules that Andrey was concocting for him. A sob tore from his throat. Andrey only rewarded him with two consecutive lashes when hr decided Noah was taking too long to speak.

"I-I will address you by Sir."

"You will not show me any attitude."

With every rule, a white-hot searing pain overcame him from the whip.

"S-STOP! PLEASE!"

Andrey rolled his eyes, delivering another lash "Not what I want to hear, pet."

Noah felt his fingers growing numb, the cuffs digging into his wrists, raw and bleeding. "I-I will n-not show... atti-attitude," he stammered, his voice fading into a broken murmur.

"You will speak only when spoken to unless it's absolutely necessary."

A strained groan escaped his lips as his head lolled forward. A broken scream tore from his lips when Andrey dug his finger into one of his wounds. "Wake yourself up."

"I will- I-I will only speak when spo-spoken to..." Noah stuttered, his words muddled by tears and pain. He tripped over slurred words, simply breaking down into more sobs.

Each lash of the whip seared into his flesh, each command drilled into his shattered psyche, stripping away every ounce of his humanity until there was nothing left but a hollow shell, a puppet dancing to Andrey's twisted desires. Noah's eyes eventually closed, his head slumping forward as the much awaited unconsciousness welcomed him.

And in that suffocating darkness, Noah prayed for a miracle, a glimmer of hope to break through the despair that threatened to consume him whole. But in the heart of Andrey's chamber, hope was a fragile whisper drowned out by the cruel laughter of a tormentor who reveled in the suffering of his prey.

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@parasitebunny @morning-star-whump (let me know if you want to be added or removed <3)

[fuckedmutt]

promising not to hurt them just to gaslight them every time they yelp <3

really baby? i’m barely doing anything to do. don’t cry. i think you just need to relax a bit. deep breaths with me, okay? good! now one, two..

crack!

[cevansbrat0007]

Would you say growing pains Andy is dark or is he more Grey? I LOVEEEE HIM

If I had to choose, I'd have to say that Andrew Barber is gray. Afterall, his world is all about navigating through shades of gray. While he doesn't necessarily believe in doing everything by the book, he does like rules.

Especially his own.

Andy craves order. He needs discipline. And, most of all, he desires your submission.

He doesn't make friends easily because he doesn't always play well with others. But once that man lets you in, the moment he deems you worthy of belonging in his circle, he is loyal to a fault.

Andrew thought his life was over until he met you. He'd lost everything - his son, his ex-wife, his only shot at happiness. But then he saw you from across the bar, laughing with your friend. For a moment he was convinced that you were too beautiful to be real.

He knew right then that you were going to be his - that he would be willing to do anything to keep you. To hold on to the woman who single-handedly brought color back into his life.

Which also means that he can occasionally be a little...overprotective. He's also got a quick temper, which rounds out his jealous and territorial streak rather well.

But at the end of the day, he loves you - the one woman who colors his entire goddamned world.

[where-is-my-whump]

Die Bergretter 16x05