#THE CARETAKER - ABEL

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 83: Games

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Kitty does not like this game.

Jane’s always playing games, and she’s always playing games Kitty doesn’t like. But this one… this one is the worst she’s come up with so far.

She brought someone new home. She calls him Bunny when he’s not around and Liam when he is.

Liam is completely clueless. It’s not his fault, of course, but Kitty wants nothing to do with him. They can’t afford to care about him; if they do, Jane will have one more way to hurt them.

But they can’t just stand by either. So they play the stupid game.

Kitty pulls Liam aside the second day. “You have to leave.” They say. “Get out of here and run and maybe, maybe she won’t follow you. I can’t get away, but you can. You have to go. Anything is better than being here.”

Liam’s eyebrows raise. “Why?”

“She’s not who you think she is. She tortures us. You have to leave.” Kit rolls up their sleeves, showing their scars. “She did this to me. She’ll do this to you if you don’t leave right now.”

Liam’s eyes widen at the scars. “I don’t- Jane said you were paranoid? I guess saying ‘you’re paranoid’ probably doesn’t help you much. But she said you got hurt a lot before you came here. I’m sorry, that sucks.”

“She lies!” Kit grabs him by the shirt and leans in close. “You have to leave. You can’t stay here.”

There is a hand on their shoulder, pushing them away, and it is not Liam’s.

“What’s going on?”

Kitty recoils from her touch and backs away. They’ll be punished for that, but they don’t care.

“I don’t- Kit seems scared, and I don’t know what to do.”

Jane approaches them slowly, as if they’re a spooked animal. Her face is a perfect picture of concern. “Did you take your medicine this morning?”

Kitty ignores her and looks at Liam. “You have to believe me. I can’t- I can’t do this again, you have to leave, maybe you’ll be safe. It’s a better chance than if you stay.”

“You’re safe.” Jane says softly, carefully. “Everything’s okay. You’re not there anymore. You’re safe. Have I ever hurt you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re thinking of someone else. Take a deep breath. It’s all okay.”

Kitty is not more persuasive than Jane, despite being right. But it’s not really a matter of being persuasive. Bunny doesn’t want to believe that this is all a lie, so he won’t. Not without very strong evidence, stronger than the scars all over Kitty and Puppy.

Kitty scowls and turns around, off to their room. If Jane punishes them, they’ll have recent wounds. Maybe that’ll convince him.

—

Kitty and Bunny are putting together a puzzle.

It’s slow work. Both of them are having low energy days, Kitty because Jane’s been more consistent with drugging them and Bunny because his brain has never worked quite right after what Jane did to him. Some days are better than others, but today is a bad energy day for him.

Everything is slow and foggy. Kitty will have to take a nap soon. But for now, they’re enjoying the puzzle, and knowing that Bunny is also having a hard time makes them less frustrated with being slow.

Knowing Bunny is struggling shouldn’t make them feel better, but it does. It’s hard to put into words, but if Bunny is tired and slow and foggy and still himself, Kitty is still themself too. It’s less scary, to think of it that way. They don’t feel like they’re dying, like Jane is killing them. Not now. Maybe later, they always seem to panic as the drug wears off. But for now, everything’s okay.

Kitty is sorting the pieces (by color now, they’ve got the whole outside put together) and Liam is carefully placing them in the puzzle.

There’s no better use of their time. Nothing more worthwhile they could be doing. It’s just this, until Jane decides to hurt them again.

Don’t think about that. They told Bunny not to give up on life, so they can’t give into hopelessness either. Just… do the puzzle. Play the games.

Puppy sits next to them and helps once she’s finished her chores. She’s also having a low energy day, she wasn’t given permission to sleep for the past two nights. She puts together pieces that don’t fit in the bigger picture quite yet.

No one says anything. Kitty likes that they can work together so well without even talking about it. A teamwork learned through trauma and torture, but teamwork nonetheless. They know how to support each other, how to help without getting in the way, how to lighten the burdens the others carry. It’s nice. Kitty didn’t have that kind of closeness with anyone before they met Puppy and Bunny.

It’s not worth the cost. But it’s nice.

—

Jane appears in their room that night, holding a knife.

“Give me your arm.”

Kitty obeys. Jane begins making deep, even slices in their skin. Their eyes water.

“You can cry. I put sleeping pills in Bunny’s dinner. He’s not going to wake up.”

Kitty grits their teeth and says nothing. They’re not going to give her the satisfaction. Maybe if she doesn’t get what she wants, she’ll hurt them worse, and Bun- Liam will have the proof he needs to get out of here.

“You can show him, if you want. Then I’ll say ‘Kit, did you do that to yourself?’ and the next day you’ll be in the basement, and I’ll tell Bunny I took you to the hospital because you tried to hurt yourself again. Understand?”

Kitty nods. Jane digs her fingers into a cut, and Kitty finally cries out.

“Good Kitty. Do you want salt in these cuts, or lemon juice?”

—

Kitty and Bunny are playing Ticket to Ride. Bunny is winning, as always.

“…Kitty? Remember the other day, when you said you wouldn’t mind if your parents died?”

“…yeah?”

“Um, do you want to talk about that? You don’t have to. Just if you want to.”

Kitty draws two cards and sorts them into their hand. “Not much to say.”

But even thinking about their parents makes hot anger bubble in their chest, so that’s not entirely true, is it? “Not that I want to get into now, anyway. I’m… too tired, honestly.”

“That’s fair. You know you can talk to me about anything though, right? At any time.”

“Yeah… and you too. You can talk to me at any time.”

Bunny plays six pink cards, gently places six trains, and adds 15 points to his score. “I just feel like I don’t know that much about you, even though we’re so close. I would trust you with my life, but I don’t even know, like, how many siblings you have.”

“Seven.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yep. Three older, four younger.”

“Geez. I can’t imagine. I was an only child, if you couldn’t tell.”

Kitty laughs. “I could tell.” Honestly, they wouldn’t have been surprised if Bunny had siblings either, but the idea of him as an only child makes sense.

“…Do you miss them?”

Kitty doesn’t really want to get into this right now. “It had already been a while since I’d seen them when Jane took me. None of us were super close. I was kind of… what’s the word? Like, the scapegoat. Jane taught me that, I think, so it might be the wrong word.

“I think a lot of them thought that if I was just good everything would be fine, but… that’s not what my parents are like. There was no pleasing them. At least when I was doing stuff like- like dying my hair orange, they weren’t freaking out about smaller stuff.”

“Yikes.”

“…Yeah. I do wonder what my siblings are like, now. It’s been so long. I’m… never going to see them again…” Kitty’s cards fall from their hands. They’re never going to know what happened to them. If they got out of there. Kitty’ll never know.

“Don’t say that. You don’t know for sure.”

They do. But… they don’t want to have that conversation with Bunny yet. He can keep hoping, so long as he doesn’t do something stupid.

“I…I’m going to go take a nap.”

Kitty drags themself to their room and passes out on their bed.

—

“If you’re so scared of me, why are you still here? You can leave. I won’t stop you.”

Kitty got caught trying to get Liam to leave again. Even knowing who Jane really is, Kitty can’t detect any malice in her words. She’s a good little actor. She’s had lots and lots of practice, Kitty’s sure.

“Do you want to leave?”

Kitty wishes they could say that they thought their answer through, and decided strategically. But the truth is that they’ve played the escape game too many times to still see escape as a possibility. They’ve lost too many people to still see escape as a possibility.

“I don’t want to leave.” They say, before they can even think.

Jane doesn’t give a smug smile or gloat. She looks genuinely relieved.

“Then I want to do everything I can to help. What can I do, to make you feel safe?”

“Stay away from me. Leave me alone. That’ll help me feel safe.”

She can’t really say no to that and maintain her facade. She smiles sadly. “If that’s what you want.”

Jane vanishes. Kitty scowls at Liam. “She’s not going to keep that up for long. You need to fucking leave.”

—

Kitty drops a handful of dice. They’re supposed to pick which dice to re-roll, pick which combination to aim for, but…

Tears are sliding down their face. When did that start happening? They stare at their hands. Something- something’s crawling on them-

“Kitty? What’s wrong?”

“I- I can’t- I can’t think!” Can’t think and there are things too small to see crawling on their hands and they’re never going to be allowed to think again because they’re bad bad bad bad-

“I know that’s hard. Maybe you’ll feel better if you take a nap?”

“I’m never going to feel better, I’m never- I’m never going to be good enough-“

Bunny reaches out to them, then changes his mind at the last minute. “What brought this up?”

“I don’t- I don’t know!” Kitty squeezes their arms and sobs. “I don’t! I don’t know why I’m like this! It’s so easy for everyone else but I just /can’t/ and it’s never going to change, and you’ll get hurt over and over and over because I can’t follow simple rules- I’m not built for this! What’s she going to do to me when she realizes I’m still bad while she has me drugged!? Bunny, what’s happening, when’s it going to stop, Liam, please-“

Bunny goes rigid. Fuck. Kitty messed it all up again, Bunny is going to get punished and Kitty is going to get punished and they’ll never be able to think clearly again-

“What’s happening to me!?” They scream. Crawling, crawling all over them, what’s crawling on them, why won’t it stop?? She’s going to kill me! She’s going to kill me when she realizes I’m too broken to be good, I can’t, I can’t! I’m worthless! She’s going to kill me!”

“Just- just breathe. Follow my breathing.”

Bunny tries to demonstrate taking slow, deep breaths, but he’s obviously struggling. Kitty’s fault. Kitty’s fault because they’re bad bad bad worthless worthless worthless can’t do anything right-

“Would it help if I touched you, or would that make it worse?”

“I don’t know!”

“Okay, okay. So, take some deep breaths. I think Jane gave you something different this time. So you feel scared instead of tired. Or scared and tired. Does that make sense?”

Kitty nods. It does help, to think of the fear as something in their body, something drug-induced. They’re not sure why. They���re able to even out their breathing a bit.

“You’re not worthless or bad or any of that stuff, okay?”

Kitty groans and rocks back and forth. “Bunny, there are things crawling on me, get them off, please? Please, Bunny, I’ve been good, right?”

“…Yes. Yes, you’re good, you’re doing great. There’s nothing crawling on you. You’re hallucinating.”

Kitty shrieks and starts scratching at their arms, their neck, their face. “You think I’m crazy again! You’re not listening, you never listen! I’m not crazy!”

“You’re not, you’re not. Deep breaths. I… don’t see anything crawling on you. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re hallucinating, but that combined with you being drugged made me think it seemed the most likely. Does that make sense?”

“They’re too small to see! You never listen to me, never never never, you hate me! You wish Jane would fix me but she can’t! I’m unfixable, I’m defective-“

Blood is under their nails. That’s bad, that’s very bad, Jane doesn’t like other people to damage her property! But Kitty can’t stop clawing at themself.

“I don’t hate you. Wait, Puppy-“

Kitty didn’t see that Puppy had joined them. She grabs their arms from behind them and holds their arms apart so they can’t keep scratching themself.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, you’re just going to make them more scared. Puppy?”

Puppy does not let go. Kitty writhes in her arms. “Get off me! Get off me, you hate me, you want me dead, don’t touch me!”

“Puppy, let go of them! You’re making this worse!”

Puppy does not let go. Bunny does not try to pry her off them.

“Okay, okay, we’ll figure this out- shit, Kitty, can you tell me- no, that won’t work if you’re hallucinating- can you try to empty your lungs completely before taking another breath?”

Kitty tries. Their panting slows down a bit.

“There- there we go. You’re okay. In… and out. In… and out.”

Kitty has more luck following his breathing, this time. When they’ve calmed down enough to stop struggling, Puppy lets them go.

“Okay. How are you feeling? I want to get you bandaged up and see if you can nap through until the drug wears off, what do you think?”

Kitty mumbles something. Even they aren’t sure what.

Bunny bandages up their scratches and cleans the blood out from under their nails. He has them drink some water and eat a granola bar, then he takes them to their room and lies down with them on their bed.

“I promised- I promised myself I wouldn’t let anyone else get in my head-“ Kitty’s been rambling for a while, and Bunny has stopped responding. Kitty thinks he’s listening, though.

“They made me feel guilty for everything- everything I said and didn’t say, everything I did and didn’t do, everything I thought and didn’t think, felt and didn’t feel, even what I dreamed and didn’t dream about. I promised myself I would never let anyone do that to me again, but now Jane’s in my head and I can’t get her out, I want her out!

“I escaped one cult just to get kidnapped into another, worse cult, Bunny… what’s happening to me?”

“She drugged you. Do you think you can get to sleep?”

“My heart’s beating too fast- she’s in my head, I can’t sleep-“

“Would it help if I read to you?”

“…yes.”

Bunny finds a book on the floor of their room and opens it to the first page. He only gets a few sentences in before Kitty can’t stop rambling again.

“Do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Do you wish I was just good, so you didn’t have to get hurt?”

“I like you just the way you are. I don’t think you’re worthless.”

Tears stream down Kitty’s face. “Why is my heart beating so fast? It hurts, Bunny, there’s something crawling on me-“

“Just listen to me read, okay? The drugs will wear off.”

Kitty sobs. “And then she’ll give me more!”

Bunny doesn’t answer. Just reads from the book.

Kitty hates Jane and her fucking games.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz @quins-whump-stuff

[unhonest-iago]

Whumper who purposely triggers whumpee’s tinnitus every chance they get. Putting them in a straitjacket so they can’t do that one trick where you tap a spot behind the ear. Ensuring the environmental conditions lead to ear infections like swimmer’s ear. It takes a while for caretaker to realize why whumpee is so paranoid of sound. Why whumpee flinches whenever they try to pry their hands away. Caretaker’s heart breaking as they watch whumpee attempt to damage them so they can’t be repaired. When caretaker finally puts it together, they buy a bulk pack of foam earplugs. Soundproofing their bedroom so whumpee can have a quiet place to sleep.

[constantlyscreaminghere]

Finally drew smth in the sketchbook @cain-the-caretaker made me 🥺

[moonmothmama]

well, here i am again

[sangrefae]

kissing this addition directly on the mouth (platonically) bc it really highlights every issue i have w kbms as it is in the general fandom sphere

ngl it's kind of sad when people say "can't wait for mithrun to show up in the anime and people realize the SUPERIOR kabru ship" as if that's the most important draw of his character and not the incredible portrayal of disability/addiction through his arc like. please

[thesillymask]

Hi, I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if you could try writing Abel x female goth reader?

sure! I don't know exactly what I would write because you didn't specify the plot of the story so... Yeah... Sorry if it turns out bad...

This takes place before the events of the first season.

Your beauty is like the night sky

Abel x Goth!Fem!Reader

Genre: Romantic? idk-

⚠️warnings: none, just Abel being a simp

Abel was a simple guy, let's admit it. Sure, he knew how to dress well, but he didn't really have a defined clothing style, he just dressed in clothes he liked and felt comfortable in. His girlfriend, (name), on the other hand, had a very beautiful style of clothing, almost as beautiful as her. Ever since they met he found himself captivated by her appearance, normally the caretakers of heaven dressed in white or light colored clothes. but she usually dressed in black and dark colors, and he loved that about her, he loved the way she stood out from the others

Abel and (name) were taking a walk through the streets of heaven, he was talking about everyday things. As they talk, Abel can't help but admire her, looking down on her as she speaks. The way her dark hair swayed, the accessories that matched her clothes, her pretty nails painted black and that makeup on her beautiful face. He doesn't realize he was staring and had a silly smile on his face until he feels her hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.

— "Abel? are you listening me?"

(Name) asked, raising an eyebrow as she held his shoulder. Abel jumps slightly at the touch, caught off guard. he quickly brings his hand close to his mouth and clears his throat, looking away

— "ye-yeah... I'm listening..."

He lies, it was obvious he wasn't paying attention to the conversation, and the nervousness just gave it away even more. He looks at (name) and notices her suspicious look, her slightly narrowed eyes showed that she was not convinced. He bites his lip lightly, searching for an excuse before he lets out a defeated sigh and rubs the back of his neck.

— "ok ok... I wasn't paying attention to what you said, sorry. I get distracted by your beauty, you look so good in those clothes"

Abel admitted, a small blush appearing on his cheeks as he looked at her. (name) just chuckles before playfully slapping his arm.

— "You say that all the time"

Abel just shrugs at her words and shakes his head slightly, crossing his arms as he turns to look at her.

— "And? It's not my fault if it's true. You always look beautiful, especially in those alternative outfits."

He gives her a confident smile, earning an eye roll and a snort from her, but she can't help but smile. Abel chuckles softly at her reaction and then changes the subject.

— "hey hey, How about we go shopping for some new clothes? I need some new stock for my closet"

He says, looking at her with a fake innocent smile. (name) Just puts a hand on her hip, knowing that wasn't the real reason he wanted to buy new clothes.

— "smartass... I know very well that you just want to buy new clothes to see me in them..."

Abel just laughed and shrugged once more, he approaches her and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking at her face

— "Okay, you got me. But can you blame me? Your style is so gorgeous and I would love to see you in a black dress"

he smirks, holding her cheek in his palm. (name) can't help but blush at his flirting, feeling the heat in her cheeks. She gives a slight snort and pushes his hand away.

— "You are a idiot..."

she says, crossing her arms and looking away. Abel just raises an eyebrow and gives a smug smile.

— "I know, but I'm YOUR idiot"

he says before taking her hand and starting to walk quickly, dragging her through the streets. (name) is caught off guard, her wings jumping a little in surprise as he pulls her by the hand

— "hey! Careful! I have legs, you know?"

Here's another story with Abel! Thank you very much to everyone who liked my last post, I didn't expect to get so many likes.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fluffvember Day 19 - Family Time

Miphlink ❤️

HUGE shoutout to @nancyheart11 for designing Mipha’s maternity dress!! Nancy, you’re so amazing!!

A couple close ups and some notes :)

Obviously Link has his Zora armor gifted to him from Mipha. He wears that for ceremonial things. But day to day, he switches between Hylian attire and Zora attire. I think this would probably be a typical outfit for him :) Also, yes, Link is a skinny dude but he’s also a knight who can swing claymores, this boy has got to have some muscle on him.

So obviously it’s me and I have a lot of thoughts about medical stuff and how a Zora-Hylian pregnancy might work. A brief synopsis of those thoughts is essentially, a Hylian pregnancy lasts nine months and births a live child, whereas a Zora pregnancy usually lasts around three months and the child is still in the egg. Nobody expected Mipha to get pregnant since nobody thought a Zora/Hylian child was possible. When Mipha’s pregnancy extends beyond three months, everyone starts to get a little worried. Mipha in particular is both worried for the baby and self conscious of how much she’s showing, so Link’s mom, Tilieth, comes to ease her worries a little and she makes a maternity dress for her. Mipha adores it and wears it all the time.

Mipha eventually births an egg at six months. It’s a hard birth since the child obviously grew and therefore the egg is bigger. Zora eggs usually gestate for another six months, rounding out to the nine month pregnancy that Hylians have, before they hatch. When Miphlink baby Koden’s egg hatches, he’s already looking like a developed Zora rather than the usual guppy look of Zora babies.

(Side note, Tilieth is super jealous of Zora pregnancies because they get six months of recovery before the baby even has to be taken care of?? Not fair. Mipha can’t imagine how Hylians birth a child and then immediately have to start taking care of them, as Zora eggs usually stay in a sacred place and are cared for by trained caretakers until they hatch.)

Grandpa Abel doing skin-to-skin with Baby Koden ❤️ Sorry, he’s too cute not to zoom in lol. I tried to make Abel look more “carved out” like more mature muscular men do, rather than Link’s sinewy form but I doubt there’s a hugely discernible difference.

[angellic-critique]

Ew

Reminder that raph is boarding most of season 2 of helluva boss and storyboards most of the sexually overtly scenes ever so the juxtaposition for them to reel it back and animate the out of character ASL, trying to act like the team isn't abeblist from the previous episodes closed captions 'pranks', admitting to being paid.

Admire in ASL

Fucking disgusting that the community is just eating this shit at face value :/

This studio does NOT give a fuck about deaf people or the disabled whatsoever quit pretending

deeply uncomfortable with the latest episode and might just stop watching all together given the recent news that Raph boarded most of pivotal season 2 'moments' with the at least a solid three minutes of fizz and blitz being 'tied up' obvious fetish

[silky-nereid]

Female Yanderes

Public letters of Noble Friend, Evangeline Abel

Awaken, my love! with the Reanimator, Clara Alden The dead, the gold and the obsession with Cowboy, Dorothea Tracy

Honey, I'm home! with Serial killer wife, Gwendolyn || DARK CONTENT

Gender neutral Yanderes

Happy accidents in space with Cosmic entity

I don’t know why I bite with caretaker Ellison Sawyer

Memory's Regret with Firework owner Ray

Favorites with a Fan Emil Bass

Male Yanderes

Honey and chains with Crumbled king Casimir Dragomir

Never meet your idol with Race car driver Richard Temples

Deer in headlights || DARK CONTENT with Cult Leader Charis

Bee’s knees with Cheater Gerald

Skin & teeth with Traitor

Love like a broken pot with Crime lord Ranvier || DARK CONTENT

Served cold with College friend’s dad Thomas Walker

Duo Yanderes

Your house is never a home with parents Mae and Julius

Group posts

Jealousy is not a pretty look on you with Yandere! crumbled king, Yandere! caretaker, Yandere! race car driver, Yandere! cult leader, Yandere! Noble friend

Running away is easy with Yandere! cheater, Yandere! firework owner

Masterlist for NSFW material

[whumpsday]

a couple people* want a happy conclusion for Abel, the tortured zombie from my new Breath of Life oneshot. i'm not sure i'll write a conclusion to this one, but i know the feeling of desperately wanting a happy end for a whumpee, and don't wanna leave you hanging!

so here are several endings i can imagine for him! none of these are necessarily more canon than the other (unless i decide to write a sequel one day which i'm not sure about), but they're all within the realm of realism for this canon. whichever one you pick can be canon for you :)

❤️‍🩹 Ending A: Abel falls into the hands of another necromancer capable of maintaining his body. Perhaps Soe sells him, or perhaps he's stolen, or perhaps he even escapes and manages to find one before he decays. This necromancer is a caretaker who opens up his airway and assures him it'll stay open and everything will be alright, gently caring for him and helping him as he recovers. They become true friends. (This is the "happy end", all of the following are bittersweet.)

🧙 Ending B: As in Ending A, Abel falls into the hands of another necromancer. However, this necromancer is a carewhumper. They don't restrict his breathing, allowing him to exist in peace, but don't quite treat him like a person. Unlife is at least far more bearable now that he can breathe. He's treated as a servant for the most part.

⛓️ Ending C: Soe eventually relents and allows Abel air by default when she decides he's ready to behave, only taking away his ability to breathe as a temporary punishment. It's a punishment Abel never earns, as he's on his best behavior. He may not be free, but he's far more comfortable, and he's generally unharmed. Similar to Ending B, but he's far more afraid of Soe.

🪦 Ending D: (CW: Suicide) Abel starts paying attention to Soe's necromancy, despite the difficulty when nearly all his attention is devoted to his desperate need for air. Eventually, he picks up enough that he's able to concoct a spell of his own while Soe is away, one that releases his unnatural pull to life. He runs far away and digs himself a new grave, hoping Soe won't find him and bring him back, then performs the spell and returns to death. He's left to rest peacefully: even if Soe finds him, she decides he was clever enough to escape her.

🪄 Ending E: As in Ending D, Abel manages to teach himself a small bit of necromancy, but of a different sort: he learns the fleshcraft that allows Soe to open and close his airway, managing to open it on his own. It's not perfect, but he can breathe, and that's what matters. He still spends a good chunk of time airless, as he has to keep up appearances when he's around Soe and won't risk her noticing, but it's no longer all the time.

💀 Ending F: (CW: Major Character Death) Abel finds a way to murder Soe one day, likely through either poison or, fittingly, choking her as she sleeps. When a necromancer dies, those they have raised follow, and his unlife ends as well. Abel's suffering is over, knowing that no one else will have to endure what he has under Soe's cruel reign.

*tagging the couple people mentioned: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @fleur-a-whump @whump-in-a-million

[firstdeerwife]

Pairing:Adam x Eve

Warnings:Mentions of murder and blood.

C.10

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓯 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓹

(𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓹)

In the vast expanse of land outside of Eden, where the sky blended with shades of orange and pink at dawn, Cain and Abel found their place in the world their parents, Adam and Eve, had left behind.

The soil was fertile, and although the work was arduous, both brothers thrived in their respective tasks.

Cain, the elder, worked the land with an almost fierce passion. The land, harsh and unforgiving, resisted his efforts, but he never gave up.

Each seed planted was a battle against the hardness of the soil, and each green shoot was a victory earned with sweat and blood. He felt a deep pride seeing the fields he cultivated transform into bountiful crops.

Abel, on the other hand, was the guardian of the sheep. His connection with the animals was almost mystical; the sheep followed him with devotion, and he guided them with patience and love.

Each day, Abel led his flock to graze in the nearby green valleys. There, under the shade of a mighty oak, he would sit and play a soft melody on his reed flute. The sheep grazed peacefully, knowing they were under their caretaker’s protection.

But in Cain’s heart burned a flame of discontent. He saw how Abel was blessed with the favor of their parents, how his offerings were gladly accepted, while his own, the fruit of his hard work on the land, were rejected.

The rejection turned into resentment, and the resentment into anger.

[†]

One afternoon, the two brothers brought their offerings to “HEAVEN.” Cain presented the fruits of his labor: a basket of cereals and vegetables.

Abel, for his part, offered the best of his lambs, the fattest and healthiest of his flock.

The smoke from Abel’s offering rose in a clean, straight column, accepted by those beings of light, while the smoke from Cain’s offering scattered in the air.

Rejected.

Envy grew in Cain’s heart like a poisonous seed.

Why was his work undervalued?

Why did those beings favor Abel, the shepherd, over him, the farmer who worked so hard?

His dark thoughts gnawed at his soul, and every smile from his younger brother was like salt in an open wound.

That feeling only grew in his heart and blinded him, preventing him from seeing beyond his envy towards his younger brother.

Abel had always had the favor of heaven and their father.

Even if his mother always tried to make him feel better about himself.

Since childhood, he had shown himself to be better than Abel, he had given his best to make his father proud and happy.

And what did he receive in return?

"You can do better."

"Is that all?"

"It’s not enough."

"I expected more from you."

It didn’t matter what he did or how hard he tried.

"You will never be good enough for them."

Was he the problem?

What was he doing wrong?

Maybe, just maybe, Cain was the problem; always trying to seek his father's approval and love.

When HE hated himself.

Human beings will never accept that sometimes we ourselves are the real problem.

We should learn not to give importance to the opinion of others and seek our own approval.

People will never be satisfied and will look for any slight defect.

It’s always easier to blame someone else for everything wrong with ourselves.

We will never accept when we make a mistake.

Cain knew exactly whom to blame.

And he wouldn’t stand idly by.

[...]

Abel remembered with nostalgia those days when he and Cain were practically inseparable.

However, as the years passed, Cain built a barrier between them, causing them to drift apart.

Although he tried several times to restore the bond they used to have, it seemed that Cain was not interested in being with his younger brother.

It was for that reason that Abel was greatly surprised when Cain offered to take a short walk through the valley like in the old days.

Abel was so excited to spend quality time with his older brother that he didn’t know the terrible fate that awaited him.

[...]

"I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."

"Don’t worry, everything will be fine."

[...]

The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken tensions. When they reached the place, Cain turned to his brother, and the anger and envy he had contained for so long exploded in brutal violence.

He struck Abel with a stone, and his brother's life extinguished in a sigh. The silence that followed was even denser.

Everything happened too quickly; Cain looked at Abel’s lifeless body, and a sense of horror and realization overwhelmed him.

Cain stood paralyzed for what seemed like hours, though it had only been a few seconds.

The heartrending cries of Eve and the slap from Adam brought Cain back to reality.

He realized he was still holding the stone with which he had taken his younger brother’s life.

He dropped the stone covered with Abel’s blood and looked at the red liquid on his hands.

He had committed an irreparable act, a sin against his own blood.

He had crossed a line that couldn’t be undone; the anger and envy he had harbored for so long had finally exploded in brutal violence.

He had blinded himself with his own emotions and attacked his own blood.

He watched his poor mother cry and cling to the lifeless body of her young son.

His father seemed to be saying something, but the only sound that reached his ears was the beautiful voice of that violet-eyed woman.

And so, dear reader, the feeling of envy grows in our hearts over time and clings to us.

Just as the author and you, beautiful person reading this, cling to your ex.

[seiya-starsniper]

happy (belated) Halloween, friend! <3

HI MARI HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN <3

For your treat, I'm sharing a snippet that I'm also going to be using as my preview for my @dreamlingbingo Square A2 - Technology.

Other, more spicy snippets can be found on my tag, #audiobook narrator dream wip, but this one is non-spicy!

It’s not a problem, Morpheus Endless tells himself as he opens up his phone for the third time in the past hour to the White Horse Animal Shelter’s Instagram page. He is immediately greeted by the warm and soothing voice of one Robert Gadling, who is holding two small orange tabby kittens, one in each hand, as he talks about how they’re a bonded pair from the same litter, and wouldn’t one of the shelter’s many viewers just love to be the ones to give them their permanent home?  Morpheus watches the video as Robert talks enthusiastically about the kittens, who are named Cain and Abel, because of course they were. Cain was the more aggressive of the two kittens, often instigating all their play fights, but according to Robert, Abel is more than capable of defending himself, and more often than not, they were working together to cause trouble for the shelter staff than they were against each other.  Robert continues the video talking about the kittens’ health, and Morpheus can’t help but smile. The man is truly passionate about every animal that comes into the shelter, and Morpheus supposes he must be, as he is the lead caretaker at the White Horse.  When the video finishes, Morpheus lets the app auto replay it from the beginning. Then he lets it repeat again. And again. And—  “Oh, is that the White Horse?” Teleute asks from behind Morpheus, startling him enough to fumble his phone and nearly drop it into his lobster bisque. 

[constantlyscreaminghere]

new year's kiss with my silly little crackship

[moonmothmama]

am i going crazy or did they give Cain a lil bit of a forked beard tho

[silvrash-797]

I am looking at that idea for Baby Link and Abel 👀👀👀 maybe I’ll make both of them sick

It honestly makes the most sense that the only way Abel’s gonna get a break is if Hylia herself forces him to take one 😂

Do it! Even if it's Abel is fine at first, but catches it from Link (which Link was afraid of because kids his age care deeply about their parent's well-being) so Link tries to take care of Abel

...except he's four, so can't really do a lot of the usual caretaking things we think of. His caretaking consists of

Make sure Papa drinks water

Maybe share Mrs. Moo

Snuggle with Papa and make sure he sleeps

Tell Papa he has to get better soon so they can [insert current hyperfixation]

[spacexfucker]

I had people in an autistic group on fb try to claim that their need for quiet (in public) superceded other disabled people's right to exist in public (if those people couldn't be quiet. Bc of things like stimming or meltdowns or tics). Most of the people in that group all agreed that "if you can't be respectful, you shouldn't be there". They tried to claim that bc intrusive sound can hurt them, people who cannot be quiet should be forced to stay home.

This is why I hate a lot of autistic spaces. Because they are full of people with opinions like this. People that believe that their comfort matters more than someone else's right to take public transport or be at the library or be at the park.

Because there's a lot of autistic people who believe that if you're too autistic or autistic in a "bad" way, that you should be isolated.

And when I tried to explain that autistic people like my daughter cannot control her stimming or the level of her voice in a meltdown, I had people telling me that I should keep her at home. That she's should have to be isolated so that other people wouldn't have to deal with the uncomfortable sounds.

When I said it was their responsibility to find ways to cope in public spaces, they said it was mine to "control (my) daughter". Many people said that I "just needed to work with her on this". And when I explained that even if it was something that could be addressed and something she could control, she still deserved to be in public in the meantime, they disagreed.

I'm autistic. But I'm low support. My daughter is high support. Before she was born, I thought autistic spaces were safe. It was nice finding people like me. But now that I'm older and have a high support kid, I'm realizing that a lot of those spaces aren't safe. And that they're filled with low support people who haven't unlearned any abelism except the kind that effects them specifically. That those spaces are bad at best for high support autistic people and straight up dangerous at worst.

There IS a difference between people diagnosed young and late diagnosed people. And the internalized abelism late diagnosed people have and their desire to be accepted as autistic very frequently hurts the most vulnerable of us. High support autistic people who depend on caretakers and alternative communications should absolutely not be isolated. And it causes harm to even imply they should be.

How you feel in public places around other people and how they sound or look is something you have to personally navigate, not something you can shame others into isolation for.

Those same people on other posts would talk about how disabled people used to not get to be in public and then turn around and say this shit with zero reflection.

They would wax on and on about how you shouldn't force someone to stop stimming and how we needed to make stimming accepted but would turn around and say that "well, if it's too loud or too much for others, you should get them to stop". Zero sense of irony.

Autism is not only your experience. It is not just masking and freeing yourself from it. It is not only quirky but reasonable behavior. It's not just being awkward in social situations. So many late diagnosed and low support autistic people still retain large amounts of abelism. You cannot just unpack it for yourself. You have to unpack it for us all.