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traumasurvivors · 1 year
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Your trauma is valid even if it comes from something that's been "normalized" or is otherwise accepted.
(By this, I mean things like spankings, certain emotionally abusive things that are said that are seen as "normal," etc.)
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inkblot22 · 7 months
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Shattered Glass
I have been putting zero effort into these titles lmao help me
TW for yandere, captivity, sadism, physical abuse, condescending behavior. Yandere punishments are something I'd like to write more of, so this is what that is.
You hate it when he takes off his glasses.
You don’t even know what you did wrong this time. Why is he upset? He always does the same few motions, same few things before he “disciplines” you, and you always hate it.
First, he takes off his glasses and places them calmly by his side. He always does so, never faltering once in his tradition. Is it because he doesn’t trust you not to break them when you inevitably fight back, or is it because he doesn’t want to risk them falling off of his face or getting fogged up or something similar? You don’t know, and you’d argue that you don’t want to know.
Trey slips them off of his face and tucks them in his pocket, giving you a wan smile, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he takes a few steps closer to where you sit on your makeshift bed in this dumb gardening shed.
His voice is neutral when he speaks, “Honey…” That’s the other thing he does. Step two. Trey uses some pet name to refer to you, his voice betraying no emotion as he steps closer towards you. It makes you feel tense, triggers that primal fight or flight reflex into freeze. When he crouches before you and cups your chin, that thin smile falling into a disappointed frown, you do the same thing you’ve always done.
You shove him away and try to run. You would imagine after however many months you’ve been here, you would have learned your lesson on trying to fight back or get away, because it plays like it was rehearsed. You kick backwards after shoving his hands away from you, sprawling out onto the thin mat you’ve called a bed for the past three or so months before you regain your balance and swivel your body so you can run.
Trey is sweet. Trey is sweet and kind, he has this warm, brotherly personality and a generous heart. But Trey is also a sadistic asshole, which is why he always waits until you’ve taken one step, only one step away from being out of arm’s reach, to grab your ankle and yank backwards as strongly as he can.
Trey isn’t a small guy either. When he does it, every single time it plays like a twisted slapstick cartoon, with you crashing to the ground with a resounding thud, rattling the old rakes and shit in here. And every time it happens, he always makes this smug little face, especially when you start kicking at him.
“Aw, c’mon, honey, don’t do that. You’re only gonna hurt yourself.” He says it like he’s talking to a child.
When he says you’ll hurt yourself, he typically means that he is going to hurt you, but it’ll be your fault. You learned that the first time you had an “argument,” but you suppose you are lucky because he isn’t brutal. He doesn’t derive sick pleasure from the simple sight of you in pain, he derives pleasure from the broken look in your eyes when you give up for the moment. 
With his hands clamped around both your ankles at this point, he smiles briefly and step three begins. He yanks you closer in one swift movement and slaps you hard across the apple of your cheek. It’s always so loud, and you imagine to an outsider you just look more like a married couple in the 50s when it happens. His hands are solid, likely as a result of kneading dough for basically his whole life. You usually have to fight back the tears after it happens, often failing miserably.
As you recover from the blow, that single, stinging blow, he pulls you up by the shoulders and leans close to your face, close enough so you can feel the breath puffing out of his nose on your face. He smiles again before step four in the punishment process occurs.
He calmly explains what you did that caused him to get upset. 
“Why did you think that freshman would help you?” It was a one in a million chance. The gardening shed you’ve been holed away in has been abandoned for a while since Heartslaybul got a much larger, much nicer one, but sometimes the freshmen get the two mixed up, especially since they’re both fairly easy to find and look near identical, the only true difference in peeling paint and other weathering.
Trey’s eyes are sharp when he asks the question. It isn’t why you asked for help, since his denial of the situation he has put you in is nonexistent, and it isn’t how could you ask for help, because he doesn’t expect you to be so irrational that you think you belong here yet. No, he wants to know what you expected would happen, why you thought that your plan would pan out.
His glasses are still tucked securely in his pocket, he’s cupping your chin, and you think you’re out of luck. Because despite all, despite him being a sweet, kind man by nature, Trey is a sadist, and he won’t stop until you break.
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yumnasfunblog · 10 months
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Zuko and Azula's relationship reminds me oddly of those situations where parents group-punish their kids and instead of the kids getting mad at their parents-who are the real issue here-and recognizing that it's wrong to punish them all collectively...they get mad at the sibling who got in trouble because they think that the sibling is the true cause of their misery.
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whumpinthepot · 1 year
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2023 year of whump: January 22
Whump prompt: Public humiliation
Whumpee being strung up by rope into a stress position as a public punishment in the middle of a busy city. They were told not to let anyone help them, and was threatened badly if they did. What they were shocked to find out was the power of bystander syndrome, as people walked past them without so much as a glance of sympathy. After all, whumpee probably deserved this for what they’d done. Thats what the public was probably made to believe.
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artemis-fowl-angst · 2 years
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CW: sad, child mistreatment, cruel punishments, robot “death”
Five or six year old artemis viewing his robots as his children and sobbing when they’re broken.
Maybe one falls off a shelf and breaks, and he just falls to the floor crying over the pieces cause they’re like his babies and he spent to long on them.
Additionally, Fowl senior (pre-reform obviously) realising this “weakness” and breaking a robot whenever artemis “disrespected” him.
Maybe Opal hacks a robot and fricks up it’s software, and artemis holds it together during the battle, but when he gets a moment alone he just starts crying cause he has to break one of his own robots for the greater good.
Do you think he’d bury the parts of recycle them?
Logically he’d probably recycle them, but it’s more touching or whatever if he buries them or something.
I think he’d probably only be sad over the “death” of a robot he’d had for a while/had some form of AI. Like not one that’s purely dependant on code or a controller, and I don’t think NANNI would “die” but ones with liver level AI. I figure there’d be a few of those around Fowl Manor.
I imagine he’d probably like to think he’d “gotten over” his “childish weakness” but that really just means he’s learned to be quieter and hold his tears in longer.
What if angeline or butler or Holly or Alex walked in on him crying over a broken robots parts and we get a comfort scene where artemis can let down his walls a little bit for once.
What if one of the twins breaks one by accident? And he’s so angry and so sad but he can’t show that he’s upset at the twins, he can’t express his emotions to them, only explain. And when he gets to his room he just collapses into a pillow.
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autism-criminal · 4 months
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tHIS close to sending a detailed article with like 20 citations of why punishing children is bad bc my dad took away my sisters iPad for tomorrow because she wasn’t getting dressed and made her cry but if I do I know he’ll say I’m being passive aggressive or overreacting but the article has some really good points …. Plus I really just hate seeing her sad when my parents cause it . Especially my dad .
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pvrplef1sh · 7 months
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i just want to eat my partner out whilst they tell me i cant stop to speak or breath and whenever i do they just push me pack into them so they can keep getting pleasure
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traumasurvivors · 2 years
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I find that so many parents are so focused on their pride, that they can’t consider the possibility they could be wrong about something in regards to their children. And this can be damaging.
I feel like they should use the mistakes as a teaching moment. To teach their child that people make mistakes, and how to apologize and try and do better.
Not dig in and punish their child for disagreeing.
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rosewriteswhump · 1 year
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Whump Wheel 3
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CW: Whipping, immortal whumpee, lady whump (whumper and whumpee), torture, punishment, blood, pet-whump, fairy whumpee, let me if I missed anything
Alice snapped her fingers, a servant handing her a note. She read it silently, scoffing before tossing it to the side. "Get the whip. I'll turn that useless fae into something acceptable after the visit."
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"Why?" Marlie begged, tears streaking her freckled cheeks as Alice brought the whip down again. She had been asking that for weeks, wondering why someone she used to trust -someone she called her best friend- treated her as less than dirt.
Several more lashes struck her bare back, some hitting the fragile wings she tried so hard to protect. "You don't need to know that! All you need to do is be my little pet and everything will be fine." Alice growled.
A servant appeared after Alice snapped her fingers, bringing rubbing alcohol, a bucket of water and a cloth. It would be a long night.
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May 1st “Don’t Hold Your Breath”
Whip | Tears | The Chair
(CW: injury, whipping, pet whump, mild gore)
“Put your hands out.” Whumper instructed, watching Whumpee’s eyes widen in horror.
“M-Master please, I-I did as you asked- I didn’t h-hold my breath!” 
“Put your hands out, if you don’t want the whip.” 
“Please no Master, Please..” Whumpee cried, “I did what you wanted! Please!”
Whumper snatched up a leather, braided whip and Whumpee blubbered dismissed apologies, already collapsing to the floor and caving in on themselves. 
The whip didn’t care if they weren’t in position, when Whumper snapped it, it obeyed. Like Whumpee should have, if they wanted to avoid a punishment. 
“I’m giving you one more chance, to take your lashes with grace or I’ll make sure you’re bloody when I’m done with you, mutt.” 
The insinuation sent fear into them, corrected their posture and they tried to pull themselves out of their fetal position. They pushed flat to the floor, chest against it and stretched out shaking hands. Turned up their palms, offered scarred and trembling digits. 
“M-May I-I have a punishmem-ment, M-Master?” 
As soon as the leather cracked, Whumpee jolted and the hands they’d offered, striped with blood. Skin split, gave to the vicious tail and Whumpee bit back an outburst of tears when they wanted to howl from the searing pain. Nerves split, their flesh cried with stinging rebuttal. 
"What do we say?" Whumper prompted, waiting patiently for their choked out response.
"T-Thank you, M-Master," Whumpee sobbed out, despite the tension in their throat. "M-May I have a-an-"
"May you have what? Finish it."
"May I have a-another l-lash from the whip, M-Master?"
Their arm snapped again and Whumpee cried out in a guttural bleat, Whumper's face twisting at the corners into a grin. Their arms flexed and bloodied hands shook, using everything in their body to not pull away and recoil from the severing of flesh. 
They were sobbing now, looking up through watery eyes at the one punishing them. Tears dripped across their cheeks, snot slid down their upper lip and their sides seized in from rattling, desperate breaths. 
Still, Whumper waited. Patiently, with the exact opposite radiating off of them as their fingers drummed against a wooden handle. They were waiting and Whumpee knew, they shouldn’t be made to wait any longer if they didn’t want to have their hands rendered entirely useless by the end of it. 
“T-Thank y-you.. M-Master.. T-That’s t-two...” 
Whumpee ground out, stuttering, shaking in continued aching sobs of fear and the amplification of their pain. 
“May I have a-another?” 
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I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, darling.
Oh, don’t look at me like that. Those puppy dog eyes aren’t doing anything for me. You must have known this was going to happen. What kind of Master would I be if I let you get off so easily, after sending me all those videos earlier? You picked the worst day, too. Work’s been busy. I haven’t had a spare minute to enjoy them. But you knew that, didn’t you?
Head up. Look me in the eyes, my love, or I promise this’ll take even longer.
This much be torture for you. You’re shivering. That gag probably isn’t doing much to warm you, is it? Especially without the rest of your clothes to cover you. I like it better this way, though. It’s so easy to slip my fingers inside you, with your legs taped apart like that. God, look how wet you are for me.
Don’t bother struggling, love. That tape is stronger than you’ll ever be. This must be just awful. Feeling my fingers slide in and out, unable to do anything but take it. I forgot how tight you are. Do you think you can fit three in?
Oh, you give yourself too little credit. Just relax, let me help you. Oh, I love your pretty little moans. Doesn’t it feel good? I’ll need to stretch you out some, if you’re going to fit all of me inside. How about four fingers?
Yes, that’s right. There really isn’t any point in fighting this darling. We both know you want it. That’s right. See? You’re even grinding your hips against me.
I think that’s enough for now. Jesus, you really are just soaking, aren’t you? I’m going to take the gag off now, sit tight.
Oh come on, you know that was funny. There we go. How’s that feel, better? Good. Open up. What do you mean, ‘for what?’ Can’t very well let your juices stain my fingers, can I? So open up.
That’s it. Back and forth, just like I taught you. God, you really must be desperate, sucking on my fingers like that. I have to admit, it’s working.
That’s enough. You really want to cum, don’t you? You’ll have to make it up to me first.
Don’t worry. I’m in a good mood tonight. Let me just loosen my belt…you’ve been keeping up with your training, haven’t you? I think it’s high time we test that gag reflex of yours.
Look at that. I’m already hard for you. This must be why you’re acting up, huh? You know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you. I guess There’s no hiding it now. So, open up.
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spamton · 1 month
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i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."
Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.
And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."
There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."
there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."
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small-angry-turtle · 9 months
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Once I read several porn stories written by someone under the name Randy McAnus. They wrote gay porn about horrible people (in this case cis men) who got punished for their bad behaviour in humiliating and sexual ways by other men.
I think of them more than it's healthy.
If you ever see this Randy, thank you.
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odinsblog · 3 months
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tw: child death
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The body of a six-year-old Palestinian girl, missing for 12 days after an Israeli tank targeted their family car in Gaza, has been found along with the bodies of two medics dispatched to look for them.
The Palestine Red Crescent Society (PRCS) and the family of the girl, Hind Rajab, confirmed on Saturday that all seven people inside the car were killed, with the Palestinian relief organisation saying it lost crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed al-Madhoun in the Israeli attack on civilians in Gaza City.
Family members found Hind’s body along with those of her uncle and aunt and their three children near a roundabout in the city’s Tal al-Hawa suburb, the Palestinian news agency Wafa reported.
Another of Hind’s uncles, Sameeh Hamadeh, said the car was peppered with bullet holes.
“The occupation deliberately targeted the ambulance upon its arrival at the scene, where it was found just metres away from the vehicle containing the trapped child Hind,” said the PRCS statement.
“Despite prior coordination to allow the ambulance to reach the location to rescue the child, Hind, the occupation deliberately targeted the Palestine Red Crescent ambulance crew.”
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ruporas · 10 months
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Of all the theories as to how Carmilla and her daughters found eachother in Hell (adoption, reuniting after they died, one or all three being Hellborn, ect;), I think my personal favorite is the one where Carmilla was either pregnant when she died or later gave birth to a child she miscarried when she was alive.
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But whether or not that’s true, one of my favorite crack theories/headcanons about Carmilla being pregnant in Hell is how absolutely weird the other Overlords would be about it- because let’s be real, they would absolutely be weird about it. Maybe supportive and weird, but weird.
Zestial, nervously following Carmilla around: My darling. My own heart. I beg of thou, please, for just a moment.
Carmilla, still stubbornly walking around in her ridiculously sharp shoes: I’M FINE.
Zestial, who’s been trying to get her to sit down or at least change her shoes for over an hour: 0,_0
Rosie, crouched at her side with a glass of something red and questionable: I’m telling you, honey, just try this. It’ll cure that morning sickness in a jiffy.
Carmilla, curled up on her bathroom floor: …it disturbs me that I’m nauseous enough to actually be considering this.
Zestial comes to her rescue and shoos Rosie out to go make her some (GINGER) tea before Carmilla can do something she’ll regret.
Alastor, gazing suspiciously: Why on earth is your abdomen moving like that? Is something trying to break out?
Carmilla, too exhausted to deal with this: That movement is my baby kicking, Alastor.
Alastor: Pardon? You mean to tell me that one can see that on the outside? Eugh.
Carmilla, glaring at him: You are so lucky you’re not worth getting up for.
- Rosie insists on throwing her a baby shower. Vox and Alastor get kicked out for fighting and are forced to put together the IKEA furniture for the nursery as punishment.
- I seriously doubt this lot can build and work an ultrasound machine, so something like this is likely.
Carmilla, slowly coming to after giving birth: Mmmh…?
Rosie, happily bouncing one baby in her arms: Oh good, she’s up! Congratulations, sweetie. You have two beautiful daughters 🥰
Carmilla: ….
Zestial, who’s gently cradling the other: Carmilla…? Is something the matter?
Carmilla: …there’s really two of them. I thought I was hallucinating.
BONUS:
Fun fact- some scientists say cats have sensitive enough hearing that they can hear babies’ heartbeats within their mother’s bodies.
Husk, staring at Carmilla:
Carmilla, who’s still processing that she’s pregnant and hasn’t begun telling anyone else: …is something wrong?
Husk, ears bristling slightly: h o w m a n y h e a r t s d o y o u h a v e ?
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