hayley566 here, I'm a fan of comics(mostly spider-man 2099), cooking and several other things. I'll upload some of my own artwork if I feel like it but for all of my art check out my DeviantArt: http://hayley566.deviantart.com/
If you are a queer artist on DeviantArt, please read, spread and email [email protected] because this is not okay.
I had several of my works forcefully tagged as "Mature" just for having pride flags in them. Seriously, one of them is just a unicorn holding a bi pride and it's see as "too mature". This makes me more infuriated because it's pride month and DA has the pride flag on their very logo. This is a whole new level of hypocrisy and performative activism.
Deviantart: OMG happy pride! Love is love! We're so inclusive!
Artists: Okay. This seems like a safe place to post pride art.
Deviantart: Wait, is that a pride flag in that picture? Sorry, that is now mature tagged now.
I already sent an email to complain about this. If you are a queer artist, email [email protected] and let them know why this makes the entire site look bad and how hypocritical it is. There's a lot of queer artists on this site and they all deserve better.
If you are a queer artist on DeviantArt, please read, spread and email [email protected] because this is not okay.
I had several of my works forcefully tagged as "Mature" just for having pride flags in them. Seriously, one of them is just a unicorn holding a bi pride and it's see as "too mature". This makes me more infuriated because it's pride month and DA has the pride flag on their very logo. This is a whole new level of hypocrisy and performative activism.
Deviantart: OMG happy pride! Love is love! We're so inclusive!
Artists: Okay. This seems like a safe place to post pride art.
Deviantart: Wait, is that a pride flag in that picture? Sorry, that is now mature tagged now.
I already sent an email to complain about this. If you are a queer artist, email [email protected] and let them know why this makes the entire site look bad and how hypocritical it is. There's a lot of queer artists on this site and they all deserve better.
Finally drew a comic for the mini fic I wrote awhile back.
Abel sat awkwardly across from Cain. Charlie told him that he had to talk to Cain again to finally get some closure. All the while, Cain ignored him, scrolling on his phone to see what the news was in the Pride ring. He didn’t want to look Abel in the face. Hiding his guilt with indifference.
After a long silence, Abel finally spoke. “Why did you kill me?”
Cain stopped scrolling. He didn’t look at his brother’s face but you could still feel the intensity in his voice when he asked “what do you mean?”
“You were the braver son. You were stronger and smarter. Why did you kill me? Whenever I asked dad, he’d ignore me. He never even liked me.”
Cain’s eyes widened. He put down his phone and finally looked at Abel in the eyes.
“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Cain replied, confused and angry.
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Adam sees his sons arguing in the distance. He sighs and stops what he’s doing, stretching and walking over. He’s clearly annoyed and asks his sons, “okay, what are you two whining about now?”
“His stupid sheep is eating my crops again!” Cain yells, pointing to Abel.
Abel points back at his brother and cries out “he wouldn’t have gotten into the field if Cain fixed the fence like he said he was going to!”
Adam sighed, face in his hand. “Abel, go get your sheep out of there. I’m gonna talk to Cain.”
Abel leaves and Adam turns to Cain, his irritation rising. “You should’ve watched him.”
Cain takes a step back and yells at father. “He should’ve been watching his dumbass sheep! Why do I have to be responsible for him being a moron! I was the first born human on earth and deserve some fucking respect! I’m-“
Cain’s rant is interrupted by the back of Adam’s hand slapping him across his face. Cain grips his now sore cheek, trying to hold back tears.
“You’re the oldest. Fucking act like it!” Adam gripped Cain by his shirt, forcing him closer. “You are his keeper. You protect him. You look after him. Your mom and I work our asses off to provide for you two. The least you can do is lighten the load a bit and watch over him, you ungrateful fucking brat!”
“Dad, I got the sheep out of the fields.” Abel said as he ran back to father.
Adam lets go of Cain. “Good. Now go fix that fence like I told you to.”
Adam walks past Abel, not even acknowledging him. He picks up his harvesting scythe and goes back to working on his own crops.
Abel then notices the redness on Cain’s cheek and gently reaches out his hand to comfort him. Cain slaps the hand away and leaves. “Cain…” Abel says weakly “I’m sorry for what happened. I should’ve kept a closer eye on my herd.”
Cain stopped and just muttered “I’m not your damn keeper.” Before continuing to walk over to the damaged fence.
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Cain watched as the smoke from his offering fell to the ground, rejected by the angels. His sadness turned to envy and anger as he heard clapping and cheers from his father. He turned and saw the smoke from Abel’s offering rising high into the heavens.
“Yes! We’re eating good tonight thanks to you, ya little shit!” Adam ruffled Abel’s hair and Eve applauded the success. Abel tried to go in to hug his dad but was lightly pushed away.
“Woah, chill. Grown men don’t hug their dads, bitch. Go hug your mom.” Adam said before he went up to the altar and collected the leftover lamb meat the angels gave them as a reward. “Let’s get inside and eat this before it gets cold. Cain, clean up the burnt bullshit the angels didn’t want and do it quick or you’re not getting any leftovers.”
Eve went up and comforted Cain. “There’s always next time, dear. You’ll have a better crop and I’m sure the angels will be happy.” She kissed her eldest son on the cheek before leaving to join the rest of her family.
Cain was unmoving. Just staring at the burnt vegetables on his altar.
—-
Eve’s scream of anguished tore through the field’s as she found Abel’s body. She collapses to the ground, sobbing and shaking.
Adam, someone who hadn’t held his sons since they were children, picked up Abel’s body and hugged it close. Blood stained his hands as he ran his fingers through Abel’s hair. “Please wake up…” Adam said, voice trembling. “Please, Abel…please just wake up and be okay.”
Cain stood there. Covered in his brother’s blood and tears going down his face. The reality hitting him. In a moment of jealous rage, he had killed his little brother.
Cain dropped the now gore covered rock in his hand. At the noise, Adam looked up. Sorrow now replaced with rage. Eve took Abel’s body from him as you stood up and looked at Cain.
With hatred in his voice, he said “I should’ve drowned you as a baby.”
Cain had never seen his father this angry. He tried to apologize but before he could say anything, Adam lunged at him. Once the distance between them was closed, Adam pulled out his hunting knife and slashed his eldest son’s eye out.
Cain fell to the ground, gripping the injured side of his face. Adam raised his knife again. This time, Adam froze. Looking down at Cain, he lowered his blade.
“Get out.” Adam said. “Get out and never come back.”
Cain got up and ran.
As time went on the mutilation around his now empty eye scarred. It became a “mark” of sorts. Anyone who saw it recognized him as the first human to kill his own kind and most people avoided him. He wandered around Nod, alone and guilt ridden. Even with him meeting Aclima and having Enoch, he felt only guilt and shame for his crime. All the way up until his death many years later.
Enjoy some Genesis Family angst. When Abel finally confronts Cain, it causes Cain to remember their childhood together.
tw: child abuse, Adam being a bad father, death and light gore.
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Abel sat awkwardly across from Cain. Charlie told him that he had to talk to Cain again to finally get some closure. All the while, Cain ignored him, scrolling on his phone to see what the news was in the Pride ring. He didn’t want to look Abel in the face. Hiding his guilt with indifference.
After a long silence, Abel finally spoke. “Why did you kill me?”
Cain stopped scrolling. He didn’t look at his brother’s face but you could still feel the intensity in his voice when he asked “what do you mean?”
“You were the braver son. You were stronger and smarter. Why did you kill me? Whenever I asked dad, he’d ignore me. He never even liked me.”
Cain’s eyes widened. He put down his phone and finally looked at Abel in the eyes.
“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Cain replied, confused and angry.
—-
Adam sees his sons arguing in the distance. He sighs and stops what he’s doing, stretching and walking over. He’s clearly annoyed and asks his sons, “okay, what are you two whining about now?”
“His stupid sheep is eating my crops again!” Cain yells, pointing to Abel.
Abel points back at his brother and cries out “he wouldn’t have gotten into the field if Cain fixed the fence like he said he was going to!”
Adam sighed, face in his hand. “Abel, go get your sheep out of there. I’m gonna talk to Cain.”
Abel leaves and Adam turns to Cain, his irritation rising. “You should’ve watched him.”
Cain takes a step back and yells at father. “He should’ve been watching his dumbass sheep! Why do I have to be responsible for him being a moron! I was the first born human on earth and deserve some fucking respect! I’m-“
Cain’s rant is interrupted by the back of Adam’s hand slapping him across his face. Cain grips his now sore cheek, trying to hold back tears.
“You’re the oldest. Fucking act like it!” Adam gripped Cain by his shirt, forcing him closer. “You are his keeper. You protect him. You look after him. Your mom and I work our asses off to provide for you two. The least you can do is lighten the load a bit and watch over him, you ungrateful fucking brat!”
“Dad, I got the sheep out of the fields.” Abel said as he ran back to father.
Adam lets go of Cain. “Good. Now go fix that fence like I told you to.”
Adam walks past Abel, not even acknowledging him. He picks up his harvesting scythe and goes back to working on his own crops.
Abel then notices the redness on Cain’s cheek and gently reaches out his hand to comfort him. Cain slaps the hand away and leaves. “Cain…” Abel says weakly “I’m sorry for what happened. I should’ve kept a closer eye on my herd.”
Cain stopped and just muttered “I’m not your damn keeper.” Before continuing to walk over to the damaged fence.
—-
Cain watched as the smoke from his offering fell to the ground, rejected by the angels. His sadness turned to envy and anger as he heard clapping and cheers from his father. He turned and saw the smoke from Abel’s offering rising high into the heavens.
“Yes! We’re eating good tonight thanks to you, ya little shit!” Adam ruffled Abel’s hair and Eve applauded the success. Abel tried to go in to hug his dad but was lightly pushed away.
“Woah, chill. Grown men don’t hug their dads, bitch. Go hug your mom.” Adam said before he went up to the altar and collected the leftover lamb meat the angels gave them as a reward. “Let’s get inside and eat this before it gets cold. Cain, clean up the burnt bullshit the angels didn’t want and do it quick or you’re not getting any leftovers.”
Eve went up and comforted Cain. “There’s always next time, dear. You’ll have a better crop and I’m sure the angels will be happy.” She kissed her eldest son on the cheek before leaving to join the rest of her family.
Cain was unmoving. Just staring at the burnt vegetables on his altar.
—-
Eve’s scream of anguished tore through the field’s as she found Abel’s body. She collapses to the ground, sobbing and shaking.
Adam, someone who hadn’t held his sons since they were children, picked up Abel’s body and hugged it close. Blood stained his hands as he ran his fingers through Abel’s hair. “Please wake up…” Adam said, voice trembling. “Please, Abel…please just wake up and be okay.”
Cain stood there. Covered in his brother’s blood and tears going down his face. The reality hitting him. In a moment of jealous rage, he had killed his little brother.
Cain dropped the now gore covered rock in his hand. At the noise, Adam looked up. Sorrow now replaced with rage. Eve took Abel’s body from him as you stood up and looked at Cain.
With hatred in his voice, he said “I should’ve drowned you as a baby.”
Cain had never seen his father this angry. He tried to apologize but before he could say anything, Adam lunged at him. Once the distance between them was closed, Adam pulled out his hunting knife and slashed his eldest son’s eye out.
Cain fell to the ground, gripping the injured side of his face. Adam raised his knife again. This time, Adam froze. Looking down at Cain, he lowered his blade.
“Get out.” Adam said. “Get out and never come back.”
Cain got up and ran.
As time went on the mutilation around his now empty eye scarred. It became a “mark” of sorts. Anyone who saw it recognized him as the first human to kill his own kind and most people avoided him. He wandered around Nod, alone and guilt ridden. Even with him meeting Aclima and having Enoch, he felt only guilt and shame for his crime. All the way up until his death many years later.
