Edge Walking. Chap 5: Of Angels and White Rock
And so, self-punishment (bred from self-hatred) went on unhampered. bulimia, cutting, crack, and amphetamine.
Only Me and My Demon Here (PMD: WNA 7)
But no, the self-hatred and sheer disgust i had for myself didn't cease. it remained. and it hurt. and no one was coming to save me. light came to my eyes, it reminded me of aurora.
Chapter 3 — Embers
However, relid didn't let that self-hatred lessen his pride as he watched his beautiful mate and daughter lay there, so perfectly content to just enjoy the morning silence, and he even found himself enjoying the soundless morning at times; he was quite disappointed
Household Horrors: Devastation
The stroking continued, the display only causing more hurt and self hatred to build within jack's mind.
Echo/Minotaur Hotel crossover
"like i said, i don't think that was anything monstruous" tj said, "just probably a chimp that struggled through years of self-hatred and mockery and thus needs our support." "yeah but mutant or not it could still be a trap.
The Order of Things
He felt a sudden sense of relief--then a sudden sense of self-hatred for feeling that. finally she spoke, voice cracking, eyes cast to the ground. "why am i still alive?" he looked away, huge ears flat. he had no good answer.
Humanity; Lost - Chapter Seven -
With a stamp of a foot, alex clenched his clawed fingers, digging into the leathery pads on his palms, his anger and frustration in his inability to clearly articulate, bursting forth in a rush of self-hatred and frustration.
Tail - Chapter 23
"no, i suppose i don't know a thing about self-hatred." her matter-of-fact delivery combined with the clear implication of her words makes my stomach sink.
Fight the Beast
His hard work, spurred on by the voice of his own straining self-hatred, had scoured away his boyish pudginess. his cheekbones were firm. when he spread his arms, his shoulders and their taut muscles spread outward.
Gearing Up (Kreet 50)
"racial self-hatred," kreet frowned. "it's our greatest weakness. too many of us accept that fate as the natural consequence of being small and weak. and we are small and weak, mostly. but we have brains. we're good with our hands.
The Boxer Rebellion
I was too lost in my own self hatred to hear footsteps, my eyes closed so i couldn't see the filth around me. so it wasn't until someone growled, "little pissant." that i knew i was not alone.
Worth: Chapter 1
\*all characters are 18+ unless otherwise specified frankie left the pawn shop the same way she had come in; sullen, angry and nearly crippled by her own self-hatred. 400 dollars. 400. fucking. dollars. for the pair.