#abuse;;

[catboii]

kreed says im not allowed 2 celebrate xmas bc of our religion but dave etc dont celebrate 4 religious reasons so i tried 2 argue but he says its bc we dont celebrate anything self fulfilling or materialistic 😿

im still allowed 2 hang out tho

[suplexfirekitty]

❣

PEER INTO MY MUSE’S MEMORIES

Kana, Aged 11.

The perfect age to start an adventure.

                   “Again!.”

“I-i”

The moment she stuttered there was a loud clap, a backhand was slapped across her face.

                   “Again!”

She took a few deep breaths this time before proceeding.

“I’m ssss-”

Clap!

                    “AGAIN.”

The more she was rushed, the harder it became to get any word out. It wasn’t just the usual particular sounds she stumbled in tossing out of her mouth.

“I-I-I”

Two slaps this time, both a normal one and a backhand to the other cheek. It didn’t stop there though...The girls cheeks were a bright red and stinging with pain by the time the woman was done. Her mothers' eyes showed a fury like no other.

                         “This is all because of that stupid man! You should have grown out of this by now! My cute little girl should NOT be stuttering like some disabled freak! He gave you his cute pink hair and eyes but that was the only good thing he gave you!”

Kana’s cries were silent as she tipped her head down, only to have it forced back up and one of her snaggleteeth gripped onto and tugged on. 

                   “It’s all because of this! These stupid teeth of yours! I should just rip them out!”

And she had.That little girl had to experience the pain of not only having the tooth furiously filed away at in an attempt to get it out of the way but also the pain of having it ultimately worked on with a wrench. She had succeeded in cracking one of those teeth out before Kana’s cries of pain had gotten too vocal to bother with the other. She didn’t want to get the girls blood all over her anyway. And that tooth? It had just grown back after a while...

Her speech had been improving back with her father. Her stutter had been calming down with the help of a speech therapist. They had even been seeking out a dentist for help in correcting her teeth. She would have been perfectly fine if she had stayed with her father...

[dexdmxnwonderlxnd]

♒ I wanna know about Abel's Maker!

♒ : Any other question of your choosing

They had both been treated well by their Mistress at first: they had a roof over their heads and magnificent foods to eat and house servants to help take care of them and help them day to day. They were given money to go into the town and buy things for themselves. It was Heaven for about a year.

Soon after that, things began going south for Abel. While Cain was allowed to continue his life during the day and was even allowed to learn to read and write, and was taught how to play instruments and sing and the basics of arithmetic, Abel was gradually separated from his brother as their Mistress groomed him to be her pet. It started with her using Abel for herself, but soon spread to Abel being paid for and used by the men and women who often visited her in her grand home (all these goings on, of course, were kept from Cain, who was lied to and told that Abel was being trained in the arts instead of the sciences). Abel’s androgynous features, near-white hair, and pale blue eyes made him a favorite, which lead to him being paid for, used, and abused most often, for the highest price out of all of the slaves kept for “entertainment”.

Through this entire process, their Maker—Contessa—worked to keep the brothers apart and mold them to her liking. Cain was to become the head of house during the daylight hours, and her personal consultant who would take care of finances, guest care, overseeing the servants, and the like. He would be shouldered with the responsibilities of any man of the age, despite being only seventeen, and was expected to be perfect in every way, shape, and form. If he failed - however slightly - he was severely physically punished, usually by being whipped or made to kneel in broken glass.

While Cain was being groomed into a gentleman of the era, Abel was being broken to suit Contessa’s need for a submissive, quiet, eager-to-please, emotionally stunted doll who asked for nothing in return and would follow her like a shadow; which he did.

This went on for several years until the boys were approximately twenty one years-old, when Contessa made Abel a vampire against his will one night while they were having sex. After the change, the separation of the brothers was even more strictly enforced (they had been sneaking away to spend time with each other while Contessa slept).

Unfortunately Abel, who had fallen into deep despair after having been turned into a monster, had been refusing to feed in attempt to starve himself to death and ended up feeding on - and killing - Cain (as well as several other servants) one night in a frenzy.

As punishment, Contessa turned Cain into a vampire in front of Abel’s very eyes and made him hold his younger brother as he died and was reborn. As one can imagine, both were deeply traumatized by what had happened, and Contessa then worked to make them too reliant on each other in order to more easily manipulate them both. She would threaten harm on either brother for the smallest misstep, and she was able to keep the twins under her thumb for several centuries this way.

Eventually, Cain managed to convince Abel to murder their Maker and run away to the New World. It took several months of careful planning, but they burned down the estate they had lived at for decades, engulfing everyone and thing they ever knew in flames.

Neither of them know for sure if Contessa still exists, but they haven't heard any whisperings of her for centuries. They hope she really is nothing more than ash on the four winds.

[freshwaterchild]

"Good boy." Using his grip on the wounded horn, the boy laughed as he rubbed the troll's face against the cold dirty floor, spitting on the figure once again. They began to leave, but to end it in a golden note, the leader of said group, the main bully, decided to urinate on the smaller form, finding it hilarious as he did so. When he was finished, he too, left the troll, alone in the dark, dirtied alley.

You're just going to lie there and take it. Not like you can do anything else. Sure, you could grab their throats just like you did that other boy's, but you want to throw up from the taste of blood already, you just want it gone. 

So you cover your face and sob into your scarf, feeling overly disgusting and inadequate. You have to make sure the sound of their footsteps is gone before you even try to peek out, and you're left just laying there, a bundle of tears and hiccups, gasping for breath.

[freshwaterchild]

"Get him to his house! He needs to get looked on that throat." A couple boys escorted the wounded one, while a taller kid with the pipe that had cracked Eridan's horn open stared down at the begging animal. "Oh, you can speak, you little shit?" He lunged forward, holding him by his cracked horn, knowing full well it'd hurt more. "Repeat after me, and you get to live." He smirked. "Say 'I'm a worthless piece of shit, a little miserable freak.'" He twisted his hand around the horn.

You're crying and you bit that other boy and you're sorry and you want to live and if it were any other circumstances you might have told the boy to go shove it up his ass, but you're young and miserable, and he's hurting you and you don't want to die.

You don't want to leave Aradia.

"I'm a we-wer-" Goddammit, focus, "-w-worthless piece of shit-" You hiss out the word, shutting your eyes in pain and your mouth tastes gross and you're crying. "-a miserable-" hiccup "-freak."

You're so sorry for whatever it was that you did.

[freshwaterchild]

"Bastard is still up!" One of the boys shouted, screams of panic as their friend had his throat bit by the troll. Their natural reaction, of course, was to hit the figure stuck to their friend senseless. Several blows were aimed all over him, but a more ingenious teen had a good notion of what trolls valued. A swift, hard blow with a metal pipe, aimed directly at Eridan's right horn.

You whip your head around, trying to bite at the metal. For obvious reasons this doesn't get you far and you give a small sob, kicking out and trying to wrench your scarf out of this boy's hand. You'd rather die than not have it, and you tuck your head in, hide your horns to the best of your ability and scream again, forming the words "Let go!" and "Aradia!" and even "Sollux!"

You let yourself his the ground, one hand gripping tightly to that scarf, the other curled uselessly to you in pain. You're sobbing and you taste blood and everything is disgusting and you just want to curl up and cease to exist.

You can barely choke out a small "Please."

[freshwaterchild]

"He's a goner." One of the older boys laughed. "Leave him to the dogs." They started to turn, the last one to go away spitting on the smaller form. "Wait!" A girl that was with them said. "Get his scarf! It's kinda pretty..." One of the older boys turned back, taking the scarf around his hands and pulling it off.

They're leaving. They're leaving and you're spit on and your body is numb. You want to breath so bad, but you can't. You can't until they're gone so far away and you are for sure they won't come back. You're almost there. They're almost gone.

And your heart sinks. Of course they aren't gone. Of course they aren't done. And one of those boys has his hands on your scarf and. Oh no. Oh no, Eridan you stay there, you stay down, you stay down, play dead dammit Eridan yo-

Too late.

The moment that boys hands are on your scarf you twist around, ignoring that pain that ripped at your arm and your chest. You twist around with your teeth bared and your hands clinging to that scarf for leverage and you launch yourself forward and up at him until you've got your teeth nicely embedded in this kid's throat.

His throat.

You've got your hands on him, your dealy freezing hands on him, and you aren't breathing yet. You're running on adrenaline and you have got your teeth in his fucking throat.

You're going to kill him if you don't let go.

You just want your scarf. You just want your scarf and you just want Aradia. You just want your scarf and you just want Aradia and you just want Sollux and you won't fucking let go.