Mfw I Find Myself Writing A Scene In Which Pinky Is Gleefully Chugging A Thimble Of Goat's Blood Because

mfw I find myself writing a scene in which Pinky is gleefully chugging a thimble of goat's blood because he's pregnant with a demon (who will grow up to look and act like Dark Pinky and probably try to seduce Brain while impersonating Pinky) due to one of Brain's world domination schemes while Brain watches in horror and fascination

how many times will I inflict this Gabrielle's Hope-ass plot on a male character I like

Invasion: The Day After (Part two of three)

In which teen!me attempts to write the aftermath.

Part one is here.

Content Warning: Violence; rape/noncon aftermath; character assassination of Buzz Grunt; depiction of the Beaker household as not being a den of unethical experimentation; Loki and Nervous are apparently adoptive brothers in this; attempted revenge; Buzz is ableist towards Nervous; attempt at depicting trauma responses

-O-o-O-o-O-

The next morning, Circe woke up early, an amazing feat, considering that neither she nor Loki had gotten much sleep the night before.

It’d taken Loki a while to calm down, but that was more than understandable, considering the situation. He’d accepted that he couldn’t take a shower until they went to the hospital to check him out. He didn’t like it, but he also accepted the idea that Circe wouldn’t be the only doctor examining him.

Then they’d settled into bed, thought they didn’t go straight to sleep. Circe desperately wanted to snuggle up to Loki, but after he’d rejected her embraces, she wasn’t sure how to go about it. It didn’t help that Loki lay there, stiff as a board, as if she were going to try to hurt him.

Loki hadn’t wanted to reject Circe’s advances. In fact, he was looking forward to coming home to his wife after that encounter. But every time she grabbed for him, he relived Buzz knocking him over and tying him up. Every time she tried to touch him, he felt Buzz’s hands on his skin. And then there was the pain and debilitating feelings of helplessness that followed.

He didn’t even notice how tense he was in bed until he saw Circe roll over out of the corner of his eye. That was right about when tensing his muscles wore him out and he fell asleep.

It didn’t end there. Neither Loki nor Circe slept for very long. For oe, Circe tossed and turned, thoughts of revenge on Buzz running rampant in her mind. Many of her dreams involved torturing Buzz, mostly by throwing him off the Beaker house.

In her tossing about, Circe would occasionally grasp Loki’s wrist and hold on. This caused Loki to awaken, screaming for Buzz to get off of him, no doubt because of some horrid nightmare he was having. His screaming woke Circe, who managed to calm him down. Then they were both back to lying in bed, with Circe not knowing what to do and Loki experiencing the living version of rigor mortis.

It got progressively worse until, as usual, Circe grabbed Loki’s wrist. Loki bolted up, screaming, but Circe, not fully awake and thinking, tried to push him back down into bed. Loki, also not awake, struggled to get away, still screaming. Circe was woken up by the second round of screaming; Loki was woken up by his own tears.

The only reason the two were able to get any sleep was because Circe gave it up and decided to spoon with Loki. That way, she didn’t toss, turn, and grab Loki’s wrists and Loki didn’t bolt upright or become reminded of the rape.

Circe looked at the clock: eight-thirty. Their appointment wasn’t for another hour and a half and the alarm would go off soon. She might as well get dressed.

The alarm went off while Circe was getting dressed. Loki reached a hand out from under the covers (somehow he’d gotten buried underneath them) and turned it off. He slid himself out from under the bedclothes and went to the dresser to get dressed.

As Loki dressed, Circe noticed, he kept his back to her and seemed to be trying hard to be inconspicuous, almost as if he were ashamed of his body. He’d done this the first few nights they were married, but he’d eventually grown out of it.

“Buzz really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Circe thought, half sadly, half angrily.

Circe looked across the hallway. She hadn’t seen Nervous all night. Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard him all morning, and he usually got up early. Today was his day off as well, so he couldn’t have gone to work.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up later today,” Circe thought. “He’s heard what happened and he’ll want to offer his support.”

-O-o-O-

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill your disgusting ass.”

Nervous was stronger than he looked, Buzz observed. And fast. He’d seen the boy coming and he still couldn’t stop him from pinning him to the floor, then wrapping his hands around Buzz’s neck.

“Are you off your meds, boy?” Buzz spat out. The hands around his neck gave a squeeze.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. What the fuck were you thinking, violating Loki like that? What were you trying to prove?” Nervous never once raised his voice, and that made it all the more unsettling.

“Why is it any of your business?” Buzz spat back.

“It’s my business because it’s my brother. I don’t know how things are in your family, but I take care of my own.”

“Why would you bother? If you were younger, you’d probably just get taken by the Social Worker again.”

The smack was expected, but it still hurt. However, Buzz was able to break free from Nervous, which of course, resulted in Nervous diving at Buzz, trying to take him down again. Buzz was prepared this time. Soon, the two were lost in a cloud of dust.

Pascal Curious was taking a jog through the neighborhood. Today was an unusually nice day; it was usually too cold this time of year for a jog.

As he was preparing to sprint towards the Grunt house, he saw a huge cloud of upset dust. A few fists could be seen and occasionally a foot appeared. Pascal shook his head. No doubt Buzz was fighting with Loki, yet again. Pascal continued to sprint.

But when he saw a flash of blue-black hair, he paused. “It couldn’t be…”

As Pascal approached the cloud, he realized he was sorely mistaken.

In a flash, Pascal managed to separate the two men and hold them apart.

“You don’t know shit about my family!” Nervous shouted.

“I know enough to say they’re all a few tacos short of a combo meal!” Buzz yelled back.

“What has gotten into you two?” Pascal shouted.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Buzz retorted, then stomped off into his house.

Pascal gaped after him, then turned to Nervous. “Walk with me.”

Nervous obeyed.

“What the hell was that back there? You were hitting and clawing like you aimed to kill him! What did he do that was bad enough to warrant murder?”

Nervous said nothing.

“God, what were you thinking? He could’ve killed you—he may have been laid off, but he’s still a trained General! You’ve hardly even been in a fight! Nervous, are you listening?”

Nervous stopped and looked Pascal dead in the eye. “Pascal, he’s a trained General, but I’m the son of Death himself. I’d never use my powers to kill people, but if Buzz got too violent, I would not have hesitated to knock him on his ass. I’ve been trained to fight, by my father, and I’m pretty sure he trumps Buzz’s father. And murder would be letting him off easy after what he did.” Nervous then continued to walk away, forcing a dumbfounded Pascal to follow.

-O-o-O-

“Well, the rape kit results are positive, not that we doubted it,” Abhijeet Cho announced to Circe. He cast a glance at Loki in the adjoining examination room. The man was sitting silently, head down, legs pressed together, absently twirling the end of the white hospital gown he wore. “Poor guy.”

Circe smiled inwardly. Abhijeet and Loki fought like dogs most of the time, but at least they could feel compassion towards each one another.

After informing Loki of his options (which he knew very well), the Beakers set off for home.

Circe tried to make conversation on the drive home. “So, the good news is, you can take a shower now.”

Loki stared out the window, looking lost.

Circe tried again. “Should we pick up morning after pills at the store?”

Loki dragged his eyes to look at Circe and gave a weak shrug.

“We’re already home, you know,” Circe said.

Loki looked out the window. They were.

“Have you noticed the hospital gowns aren’t open in the back anymore?” Circe tried humor to get any kind of reaction from Loki. She got a twitch of the mouth that was meant to be a smile, but lacked joy.

This was good enough for Circe. She got out of the car and went inside, Loki trailing behind.

“Nervous! If you’re here, we’re home!” she announced.

“In here,” a voice from the study answered.

Circe walked into the study and gasped. Loki’s eyes widened. Nervous had various bruises and scrapes on his face, neck, and arms.

“What happened to you?” Circe asked. That many bruises and scrapes could only mean one thing. But Nervous never did that….

“It’s nothing. I just got into a fight with Buzz,” Nervous answered with a scowl.

Loki sat down on the couch next to Nervous. “Did he do anything to you?”

“Well, he hit me a few times—”

“No. I mean did he….”

Nervous stared at Loki, then shook his head. “No. But if he did, he would’ve needed to go to the doctor, too.” Nervous made a move to put a hand on Loki’s shoulder, but thought better of it. “I couldn’t let that bastard get away with what he did to you. I saw the condition you were in. I couldn’t let him get away with it.”

Loki sighed. “I understand. I just worry about you sometimes.”

The three were silent. Nothing more needed to be said.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Don't piss off the Son of Death.

Its a bit silly, but when it comes to f/f for me it feels to like. exposing. to write or create. like i can hide behind the Man Of It All when its m/m and not I’m like revealing so much of myself. It doesn’t really make a lot of sense, but writing f/f just feels horrifically vulnerable

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That is one of the standard reasons people give, yes.

so I just watched a few videos of rodents in heat

they chased each other around.

they played "Chase me!"

tell me tumblr, what game is it that Pinky's parents play in that one episode that Pinky later tries to play with Brain

My first Dark Pinky Thursday and I post narfcest.