aconitoakafish

[aconitoakafish]

Princess Violet

Hi, my name is Aconito, the author, and after my partner finally decided to show me their little fan-fics on characters they adore, i decided to show them a story i've been working on. they then told me i could post it here for you all to see. so here it is.

this story is very grungy and dark themed and might have some scenarios that might evoke bad memories in you, the reader.

so read with that inmind.

if you yourself has experiences sa or extreme bullying, i wouldn't recommend this story for you.

with that out of the way, this is my introduction. i have a chapter ready that directly picks up from the ending since i couldn't fit everything, so if you want to see that, or even want more, let me know.

if even one person tells me they like this i will continue writing and posting..

well, enjoy the over the top, grungy, Violet.

Warnings: sexual themes, harrassment, harsh language, trigger words, trauma. (there will be way more triggers in future chapters)

[INTRODUCTION]

When life brings you flowers, they said. I find that comical. If life brought me any flowers at all they’d be dark-red prickly roses with bitter sweet nectar flowing between the spikes. You could call that emo, but that’s simply just what’s on my mind. When I was born, my mother wished I was a girl. I imagine her flipping out at the doctors and throwing a bitchy tantrum, like she always did, when the gender results came in. She probably even tried talking the doctor into being my father like she so often did. Spreading her legs when a no wouldn’t suffice, when she got desperate. I can’t hate her though, she’s all I have and I guess the world made her that way. Ever since she was 11 years old or so and got touched by her uncle or dad, or whoever the fuck, doesn’t really make a difference who. After that and a touch of therapy she found out that she could have anything as long as she pays with her body. She’s still a child at heart though. She doesn’t even act slutty, more like an unfortunate fool with an unfortunate upbringing in a grim world. Apperently even when she’d walk me in my baby carriage, she’d be afraid of her father, the inmate number 25 or something, who’d always scream and shout telling her to grow up and stop playing with dolls. She’d even dress me up like one. I remember my first day of school being truamatizing showing up wearing a dress while 8 year old me had no idea that wasn’t the proper dresscode. No idea why I was getting laughed at. No idea why it got ripped off by some older guys nicknaming me “faggot”. Just fantastic. At least I’m pretty, right mom? With my long golden-blonde hair and green eyes, and whatever dress she couldn’t fit anymore. Your adorable little Violet. Couldn’t even give me a proper name. Princess Violet, she called me. As if I didn’t have it hard enough. When the vultures at school heard that little nickname, you bet I didn’t hear the end of it. My life’s the kind of thing middle-aged woman would write about, just they’d get my phsychology all wrong. I’d be their little, alone in the world, Violet. A best-seller for four-eyed 14 year old girls with bug teeth, who gets bullied for being a bookworm and secretly a yoai fanfic-author. Despite all this, I don’t see myself as gay though, at least I think I don’t.

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i hope you're hooked on Violet:). - Aconito (Author)