Posts by frank f.

hello ! this is where you nominate people to be prom king/queen/princess/prince! the only rule is you can't vote for yourself or solicit votes! go nuts you crazy kids

Barbara? Who was that? Quirking a brow, the massive tortie found the femme calling his name and hesitated. She was so... young. How could he comfortably flirt with her? Oh well; he'd charm the pants off anyone, even if she was a child compared to him. "Oh, darling, you got the best partner here!" He coped, attempting to place a gentle kiss on her paw. "Et chantez, miss." He rumbled with a flirtatious wink. "So, I guess I'll start? Unless you have any hesitations." He smirked lightly.

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Frank couldn't hear anything over the sound of his screaming and sobbing. His vision was fading, the pain was so excruciating. "Oh, God, please help me." He whimpered, choking on spit and tears and snot. "I can't- I can't- holy shit, please." Who he was begging with, he wasn't sure. At this point, anyone would work. He just wanted out.

( tw for mentions of incest, csa, and self harm/self hatred/self deprication/frank just being Really Fucking Sad )

The sky was heavy with rain, the air thick and humid. The sun was rising and Frank was pacing, having been up the whole time. He was a wreck. Both his sides screamed in protest every time he even so much as breathed, but he didn't stop. His mind was running too fast for him to reign in. Why this all decided to come crashing down on him now, he didn't know.

The sight of his mother was etched behind his eyelids every time he blinked. "Frankie, dear, come here to Mother." The sound of her cooing voice sent shivers down his spine. Little naive Frank, not knowing any better, would follow his mother. His life, full of innocence and purity. She was his mother; she was supposed to coerce him away from evil, not to lead him into it. "Frankie, honey, you know I love you, right? Frank, dear, you mean the world to me. Everyone will love you -- you are my little gift, and the whole world will get a piece of you... but not before I do."

Where he came from, sex wasn't treated like a taboo. Everyone embraced their sexuality, but sometimes, some people took it too far. How was Frank supposed to know a world any different from the one his own flesh and blood taught him?

"Oh, Frank. You're my baby girl. My little lamb, my pet."

He repressed his trauma. He repressed the feels of guilt, the feelings of being impure, the feelings of hatred until he was numb. He grew up with no filter, not being raised with one. He was royalty and everyone kissed the ground he walked on. He grew up thinking it was normal to be intimate with anyone and everyone. In a way, it helped him cope. He drowned his sorrows in love making. It was what his mother wanted him to be a sex god, and he just wanted to make his mother happy.

In truth, he grew up hating what he was. Being a creature of the night, being a girl, being his mother's child. Dysphoria got unbearable; he couldn't look at himself without seeing his mother's plaything. She wanted the perfect little girl, something he was not. So he changed. As a male, he grew more comfortable in his own skin. The thought of his body didn't bring him to panic anymore. But still, that didn't thwart off his mother's attempts.

Frank released a choked sob in the middle of camp. He collapsed. "Frankie, listen to your mother. You know I want what's best for you. I know best." Frank shook his head violently, trying to get the words out of his head. He clawed at his ears, the words still buzzing. He cried and cried, the image of her still there.

"Is this what you want, Mother?!" He screamed. A twitching smile crawled onto his maw, blood running down his head. His whole body screamed in pain, but he ignored it. He dug his claws into his face, scoring down the length of his head. The wounds were searing, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.

"Am I still your pretty girl, mother?! Aren't I the perfect child, the one you always wanted?!" He sobbed. He was rocking back and forth, his whole form shaking like a leaf in a tornado. "I'm sorry, Mother dearest. I'm your big fucking disappointment. Aren't you proud of me?" By this point he was inconsolable, mumbling and shaking and weeping.

What a mess.