Toren's Ambition
For a moment, his self-loathing was disturbed by the sight of steam beginning to fill the room; it appeared the big pot of water he had been heating for his bath had reached boiling.
Ringmaster. By Archangel Vulpine. For Cyrus Zakarian.
Cyrus loathed the things. instead, to survey itself before departing, cyrus raised a paw to the underside of its muzzle, cupped a thumb and forefinger at its cheeks, and pulled. the face came away as easily as if cyrus were removing a mask.
Distraction (Kreet 30)
I love you, but your racial self-loathing is ridiculous." "sorry for everything, brand. but i love you too, no matter what you did." brand stood up and held kreet's hand. her eyes were glowing bright blue.
Recovery
Sure, the self loathing was rough, and the sleepless nights were lonely the voices in my head were tough, and my mind was breaking slowly. i'd spend days hating myself but continue to keep up the facade: "i'm fine, how about yourself?
Prisoner's Lament
He cursed through gritted teeth and soldiered on towards the trees, his ochre tail dragging and accumulating dirt as he went on, for he outright loathed working for the services of a powerful (and very demanding) ancient dragon.
A New Life (Part 1)
loathed by the only ones he ever sought to call family. he hated them all too. too compulsed in their own ignorance to see how hypocritical they lived. he used to hope the would see, but that was a dream of the past.
The Voice Within: Vying for Control
You loathed being in the sidelines and allowing me to have all of the fun. if you had taken control one second sooner you would have succeeded."_ my gut wrenched at what it said "now hold it" i yelled at it, about to hurl.
Every Artist's Dream: Prologue
He couldn't get the words of the curator out of his mind, and he loathed the feeling that it was giving him. "you'll never make it in this town! you're a failure as an artist, and you will never amount to anything!"
(Furry) Phantom of the Opera, Acts 1-5 of 10
It was a mask, a cloth mask that she sewed that night in the darkness, driven by fear, loathing, disgust, all of me.
Werefox's Dillema- Chapter 5
I brush against it, completely loathing the fact of just how good it feels. i can still hear and feel the rain outside, letting me know it'll still be quite a while before i can go outside comfortably.
Prisoner of the Gnolls
The elven ranger's face contorted in a look of mocking self loathing then. the elf lowered his head, its long golden mane falling forward. casting his lean handsome visage in shadows. "what does it matter?" he snarled bitterly.
Pru the Familiar, P8: Impersonation
loathe her. loathe what she did with my remi. turned on my tv to distract myself. then unplugged it. then kicked it in half. threw it at the mirror. went nuts. screamed.\_\_ rose looked at pru with horror.