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my brain trolls me

me: I think this male character is intriguing and want to see how he and his companions would react in a variety of situations, so I'm going to write a fanfic and

my dumbass brain:

KNOCK HIM UP

KNOCK HIM UP

one fandom could not contain me

Invasion: A Sims 2 Darkfic (Part One of Three)

I also used to (and still do) write Sims 2 fic. I have a whole other account about that (trying to keep everything organized; let's see how long that lasts), but I'm not quite ready to link it to this one.

Anyway, teen!me couldn't restrict herself to exploring dark topics through one fandom, so this exists.

Content Warning: Violence; rape/noncon; character assassination of Buzz Grunt (seriously? you made him a rapist, teen!me? i know there's not really set canon in the Sims 2 but even considering that, it seems a bit out of character); depiction of the Beaker household as not being a den of unethical experimentation (c'mon at least one of them did some shit—judging from how they autonomously behave in my game, it's usually Circe); Loki and Nervous are apparently adoptive brothers in this; slut-shaming and other not-nice behavior from Buzz (in addition to the raping); rape written from the point-of-view of the rapist (teen!me was really working through some issues)

-O-o-O-o-O-

Buzz Grunt stomped through the dark streets of Strangetown, grey eyes barely seeing the storefronts ahead of him. The few streetlights provided a steady supply of shadowed alleys in which the whack-jobs could hide, but boolprop help the Sim that crossed him tonight.

He’d wanted the truth behind Lyla’s departure and he got it, all right. He’d gotten the truth about Lyla, the truth about their relationship, and the truth about Loki Beaker all in one fell swoop, and he didn’t like one word of it.

“How dare she leave me in search of him? After I took her in, gave her everything she could possibly need, this is how she repays me?” Buzz clenched his fists. “That bitch deserved to end up in Olive’s graveyard.”

As for Loki… “That little man-whore…I knew he couldn’t have stopped creaming his pants over her so soon. Circe’s not that much of a prize. Hell, she’s a bigger bitch than he is. She’ll probably end up cheating on him, and he’d run crying like the pussy he is, and Lyla would’ve been there to wipe his mascara away.”

Never mind the fact that Loki was never happier than when he was with Circe, and vice versa. However, Buzz was not one to think rationally in a fit of drunken rage.

“When I see that son of a bitch, he’ll wish he was never even conceived.”

Buzz rounded the corner into an alleyway and ran into a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. “Watch where you’re going!” Buzz shouted, shoving the man backwards.

“I was, until you ran me down. Fucking drunkard.” The hooded man snarled, shoving back. His hood fell, mid-shove, revealing a blond head. “I’d recognize that blond mop anywhere,” Buzz thought, his eyebrows clenching.

As the man straightened up, Buzz was met by Loki’s piercing blue glare.

“You…” Buzz growled.

“Wasn’t beating the crap out of me in high school enough? Must you absolutely run me over in the streets as well?” Loki crinkled his hooked nose in disgust. “My gods, you reek of alcohol.”

This earned him a whack across the face that sent him stumbling towards a wall. “You deserved every injury I gave you, you little shit,” Buzz snarled, “especially now that I know about your little fling with my Lyla.”

“What fling? We dated for a semester in high school, long before you got your paws on her,” Loki spat back. He gave a slight snicker. “You know, I really can’t figure out what she ever saw in you. And I suppose if we hadn’t broken up, she never would have.”

Before he could draw another breath, Loki found himself slammed against the brick wall of the Strangetown drugstore. “I’m not stupid, Beaker. I know you couldn’t have given up on her that easily. You just pretended to break it off with her, didn’t you? Then you prodded her to marry me and then leave me.” Buzz tightened his grip on Loki’s shirt.

“That is ridiculous, Buzz. Why would I care enough to do all that?”

“Don’t you even try that; I know how your sick little mind works. You wanted revenge for all those times I showed you I was stronger, more of a man than you.”

“Buzz, seriously, how fucked up do you think I am? How pathetic would I have to be to give a flying shit about your marriage? And how pathetic do you have to be to think I even still care about those fights?” Loki’s even tone set Buzz’s nerves afire.

“You should, because they’re about to happen again.” With that, Buzz threw himself at Loki, who dodged out of the way, and ended up on the ground. Buzz rose partway and came at him again, receiving a kick in the shoulder, then another to the stomach. Buzz writhed upwards, catching Loki by the leg. Loki was dragged to the ground in seconds. A few more traded punches and Buzz had both Loki’s wrists in one hand.

Loki tried to slide backwards out of Buzz’s grip and realized he was up against a brick wall.

Buzz chuckled joylessly as he gripped Loki’s hands over his head. “You always were a weakling, Beaker.”

“What the hell is this? Can’t you act civilized for once?” Loki grumbled, struggling to free his hands.

“Can’t you stop asking such stupid questions? I’ll act civilized when you deserve it, you scum.” He relished at the sight of Loki thrashing under him, the feel of his wrists firmly in his grasp. Buzz felt around in his pocket—yes, it was still there. He pulled out the rope he’d packed earlier and tied Loki’s hands to the pipe fixed to the wall.

Loki found he couldn’t move his arms as far. He tilted his head back, his eyes following his arms upward to the knot encircling his wrists. He snapped his vision to Buzz.

Buzz was vaguely aware that Loki had stopped thrashing and swearing. The sudden silence prompted him to look down and catch Loki’s horrified expression.

Buzz took in the sight. Loki had turned completely white and his eyes were permeated with shock and terror. Tiny beads of sweat could be perceived on his aquiline brows. He’d never seen Loki show much emotion regarding him outside of anger and contempt.

He quite liked this new power over Loki’s emotions.

Loki, however, did not. He wrenched his arms around, straining his bonds, but alas, never breaking them.

“Tying knots isn’t just for Boy Scouts,” Buzz commented unzipping his pants.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re about to do, but I’m not gonna be a part of it.” Loki swung his leg upwards to knock Buzz across the head. The airborne extremity was promptly caught and pinned down.

“I don’t know why you even bother trying to fight back anymore, Beaker.” Buzz planted his knee on Loki’s leg. “What was that saying you used to rub in my face in front of Lyla?” Buzz pondered aloud, roughly tightening the ropes and creating a nice little rope burn. “Of course—‘those who don’t learn their history are doomed to repeat it.’ Well, tonight, you’re going to see why I’m the better man, and maybe you’ll get it through your thick skull this time.”

Loki tried to knee Buzz in the crotch, then realized that both his legs were pinned down under Buzz’s knees. He leaned forward to bite Buzz, who merely had to lean slightly backwards to avoid him.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” Buzz continued. “I have the upper hand, the advantage in this battle. You never stood a chance against me. It’d be better if you just surrendered.”

Buzz felt Loki go wooden. “That’ll only make it worse on you,” he cautioned, clicking his teeth. He slid Loki’s pants and underwear down. “Well, whaddya know. The carpets do match the drapes.”

At this point, Loki could only watch in horror.

“And they’re trimmed. Isn’t that just precious.” Buzz reached into his own underwear.

The alley was quiet, save for Buzz’s grunts and the occasional whimper from Loki. Buzz had figured this would be a silent job; Loki didn’t scream during their other fights and he didn’t scream now. It was slightly more difficult, as he’d tied Loki up in a sitting position, but tying him any other way would have left him open to a backwards kick. And the more it hurt Loki, the better to teach him a lesson.

Buzz paused to take a breath and gazed upon Loki’s tightly shut eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. Take it like a man—like the man you aren’t and never will be,” Buzz hissed into his ear.

Loki opened his eyes to glare at Buzz, teeth clenched.

Buzz returned to thrusting. He unexpectedly climaxed, sagging against the wall. As he leaned back, he saw that Loki had turned his head as far as he could away from Buzz’s direction.

“Look at me,” Buzz commanded.

Loki refused.

“Look at me, Goddamn it!” Buzz roared. Loki sharply turned his head to face Buzz. The glare and scowl were fully intact, rendering Loki’s features positively demonic. The blue slits of eyes glistened.

“Crying. And here I thought—wrongly, obviously—you could take it like a man.” Buzz slapped Loki across the face, spilling the droplets across the wall. He then pulled up their underwear and pants. Loki raised a leg to kick Buzz again, but a whack across the face put an end to that course of action. Finally, he yanked apart the knot that bound Loki’s wrists.

He grabbed Loki up by a handful of shirt. “I am stronger than you. I have always been stronger than you. I will always be stronger than you. You will never forget this after what I’ve done.” He flung Loki back to the ground. “Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

Loki fled. Buzz zipped up his own pants, unaware of the glint of reflected light from the roof of a building in the distance.

-O-o-O-

Circe sat in the kitchen, drumming her fingers on the table. Nervous sat at the other end, checking the stove, to make sure the food on top of it didn’t burn.

“He’s late,” Circe remarked curtly, glancing at her watch. “He never takes this long coming home from the lab. I knew I should’ve stopped by after my shift to pick him up. Who knows how long it’ll take to get his car fixed?”

Nervous fidgeted with the bottom of his T-shirt. Circe was clearly in a bad mood; Loki was late to dinner again. That meant he might be too tired to talk to her or he’d go straight to the lab in their basement.

That meant that he’d have to listen to her ranting about how all she and Loki did nowadays was work. He could understand how one could get easily annoyed—he didn’t like seeing less of his adoptive brother, either—but to go on about it over and over seemed somewhat pointless. They knew Loki didn’t like seeing them so little, but he couldn’t help it. After Circe was transferred to the other lab, their shifts, for a while, had been set up in such a way that Loki was just getting home in time to see Circe off to work. The schedules had recently changed so at least they worked similar hours, but it still wasn’t very much time.

Nervous saw Loki come in and immediately knew something was wrong. Loki walked right past Nervous, who was standing right in front of the door, without a single word. His eyes were glazed over and his face was set in a mask of impassivity. However, Nervous didn’t think it would be best to address it.

Seeing this, Circe ran after him. “Where have you been? Nervous was afraid you’d gotten stabbed on the walk home. Couldn’t you have at least called to say you’d be home late?” She followed him into their bedroom. “Don’t you want to eat first? You completely missed dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.” Loki’s voice was barely a hoarse whisper as he continued towards the bathroom. Circe could see his hands and knees slightly trembling and found out why when Loki knelt and began to vomit into the toilet.

“What happened? Did you get another mysterious disease at lab? They’ve been going around in the neurology department and since you come in contact with the neurologists, you might’ve gotten it from one of them.” She sniffed the air. “What’s that smell….Loki, have you been drinking?”

Loki huddled, still trembling, over the toilet. He refused to look at Circe.

“Loki, answer me! Have you been drinking?” Circe demanded.

“No,” Loki managed, “but Buzz certainly has.”

Circe knelt down next to him. “Buzz?” She made a motion to put a hand on his shoulder, but he jerked away violently. “Just tell me what’s wrong. Did you two get in a fight again?”

Loki glared at Circe with liquid blue eyes. “No, it was not a fight, Circe. Nothing about that was a fight. That was a fucking invasion.”

Circe’s face darkened. “What did he do to you?”

Loki dragged himself up. “He raped me, all right?” He stomped off into the bedroom. “I’m sorry I missed dinner.”

Circe stared. “WHAT?”

Loki huddled behind the dresser and fidgeted in silence, which Circe was only too eager to fill.

“Well…We need to report this. He can’t go unpunished; I don’t care if he is the General. We need to get you to a hospital—keep those same clothes on and don’t take a shower—we need to go to the police, and—”

“No.”

Circe’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Last time I checked, rape is a crime. If you don’t press charges, we at least need to take you to a doctor and get some kind of test—”

Loki shook his head. “I can’t let them. They don’t like me in that department. You know what they’ll say about all this.”

“Then I’ll check you up myself, so they won’t have to know.” Circe tried to grab Loki’s arm.

“Don’t, Circe. Just don’t!” Loki shouted.

Circe paid him no mind. She tried again; he slipped away. She kept trying to grab him, he kept avoiding her. Finally she grabbed him by the wrists and had him facing her. Loki stared into her eyes with a look of absolute horror on his face.

It was then that Circe realized what she’d been doing.

“Oh, gods….This is how Buzz went after you, isn’t it? Oh my gods….He’s really screwed you up….I’m sorry, Loki. I didn’t mean to force you.”

Loki collapsed against Circe, his face against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and he didn’t resist, just clung to her as if he were a small child and she were his mother.

“What has he done to you, Loki?”

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: The Sims 2 might not have set canon, but there are still ways to strain your readers' willing suspension of disbelief.

my favorite strangetownie is catboi Loki Beaker

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.

Invasion: Circe's Bedside Manner Could Use Some Work (Part three of three)

The sound of the Tombstone of Life and Death being abused booms in the distance. Teen!me seems to have thought this an adequate end for the fic. Adult!me knows otherwise.

Part one is here. Part two is here.

Content Warning: Rape/noncon mention and aftermath; character assassination of Buzz Grunt; mpreg and hermaphroditism being normal for Sims; depiction of the Beaker household as not being a den of unethical experimentation; Loki and Nervous are apparently adoptive brothers in this; Loki has feelings about his parentage; pretty sure Circe convincing Loki to keep the rape baby was a bad idea; attempt at depicting trauma responses; giving Vidcund a past anorexia issue sure was a choice that I made

-O-o-O-o-O-

Pascal absentmindedly stirred the chili for lunch. It was looking a little black on the edges, but that was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment.

“Nervous seemed rather irritable today. If there’s something on his mind, why doesn’t he just tell me what it is?”

Pascal was brought back to reality by the smell of burning food. He looked down. “Just perfect.”

His brothers didn’t seem to mind. Lazlo still shoveled the charred food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in a week.

“Slow down; you’ll choke,” Pascal deadpanned. Manners were lost on that boy.

Vidcund only picked at his food, but not because it was burnt. He’d been awfully quiet since the night before and he hadn’t said a word since lunch was served.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Lazlo asked.

“Not particularly,” Vidcund responded, scraping his spoon across the blackened mess.

“Vidcund, you skipped breakfast. You need to eat sometime,” Pascal prodded, not sure if the lack of cooking skill or something else killed Vidcund’s appetite.

Vidcund absently scooped up a spoonful of chili and ate it. Pascal stared, incredulous, while Lazlo looked amused.

“It doesn’t bother you that it’s burnt?”

“Hadn’t noticed.”

Eventually Vidcund did notice it was burnt and both he and Pascal had to excuse themselves, leaving Lazlo to dig into the leftovers.

Pascal pulled Vidcund into their plant room. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” Vidcund’s voice sounded miles away.

“You’re spacey, quiet, and lacking an appetite,” Pascal noted. “You’re not starving yourself again, are you?”

“No.” This time, Vidcund’s voice was in Pascal’s face and firm. He didn’t like to be reminded of his short bout of anorexia.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Vidcund looked at the floor.

“Nervous won’t tell me what’s bothering him, you won’t tell me why you’re upset. How am I supposed to do my oldest brother job of fixing everything if I don’t know what’s going on?”

“I don’t think this can be fixed, Pascal,” Vidcund answered quietly.

“But I can at least try to make you feel better.”

Vidcund sighed. “Last night, I was looking at the stars. I wasn’t trying to look at what other people were doing, really, but I made a mistake in re-angling the telescope and I could see into this alleyway, and….” He trailed off.

“What did you see?” Pascal prompted.

Vidcund wouldn’t look at Pascal as he continued. “Buzz was standing over Loki, and….and Loki was tied up with his pants pulled down. Buzz was over him with his pants down….”

Pascal was speechless. “This must’ve been what Nervous was so upset about. I’m not too fond of Loki, but he sure as hell didn’t deserve that.”

“I want to tell the police, but what if Loki doesn’t want anyone to know? Even if I did tell them, Buzz would get basically a slap on the wrist and that’s it. Plus, he’d come after Loki and Nervous, and maybe even us.”

Pascal had barely regained his speech. So all he said was, “Why don’t we talk more later?”

Vidcund had no choice but to agree.

-O-o-O-

Circe was cooking dinner. Like, Pascal, she was preoccupied, but not so much that she burned the food. Usually Loki would cook, but he deserved a break, especially after what just happened.

Loki scrubbed away at the shower tiles. He’d been cleaning all evening and he barely noticed when it began to get dark. He didn’t care. Just as long as it helped him forget the encounter with Buzz, he didn’t care how long he took. The rhythmic squeak of the sponge on the tiles was the only thing keeping Loki from collapsing into tears.

He was always too busy to clean. In actuality, Loki loved cleaning. But now it seemed as thought cleaning was relegated to the “only for comfort” category. Considering how behind he was on it, he’d have a lot of comfort.

“As long as I keep busy,” Loki thought, “I’ll be fine. It worked for my father’s death; it’ll work now.”

He was so lost in thought, he barely heard Circe calling him for dinner.

Circe was setting the bowls of chili on the table when Loki came in. At first, she was glad that he seemed less distressed, but he didn’t seem much better than he’d been that afternoon. When she really thought about it, he seemed worse. It didn’t help that he was even paler than usual.

Loki wandered into the kitchen, his mind on autopilot. He wasn’t that hungry—actually, he’d felt a slight twinge of nausea earlier. But he had to eat, and Circe had actually cooked. She could’ve just ordered out.

Loki managed to whisper a thanks to Circe before they both sat down to eat. Nervous wouldn’t be joining them; he’d gotten dinner earlier then retired to his room for the night.

The meal began, but they hardly ate. Circe nibbled on hers, realizing she’d forgotten the chili powder. Though, judging by Loki’s interactions with his food, that was probably a good thing.

Loki was only picking at his food. Circe figured he must not be very hungry, what with all that had gone on. But then, the little color left in Loki’s face drained away and he ran from the room, covering his mouth.

She found him in the downstairs bathroom, wiping his mouth with toilet paper.

“Was it that bad?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Loki leaned his head on the toilet. “It was fine, Circe. I’m just not feeling very well right now. It’s probably just from breathing in those cleaning chemicals for so long.”

Circe sighed. This was really not Loki’s week, was it. “Okay, but you have to eat something. I think there are crackers in the pantry—”

Loki scrambled to lift the lid and threw up into the toilet again.

“Or I could just not talk about food anymore.”

Loki wiped his mouth. “I’m not really very hungry, anyway. I probably just need to get some sleep. I’m sure I’ll be better in the morning.”

-O-o-O-

That night, the Beakers slept a lot better, having figured out how to keep Loki from screaming himself awake. Circe and Loki lay cuddled up to each other, Circe, relieved that Loki wasn’t afraid of her touching him, and Loki, hoping that this was a sign of him beginning to heal.

Morning found Circe alone in bed, the covers on Loki’s side tossed haphazardly to the side.

A quiet sniffle from the master bathroom informed her of his whereabouts. She found Loki poised over the toilet, throwing up. She knelt next to him while he wiped his mouth.

“So I was wrong last night,” Loki said quietly, flushing the toilet.

“Maybe you should stay away from those cleaning products today,” Circe suggested. “Although, I’ve never seen anyone get sick from being around those particular cleaning products for too long unless there were huffing them.”

“They don’t even have ammonia in them.”

Circe thought for a minute. “Come to think of it,” she said quietly, “ I don’t think it’s the cleaning products that are making you sick.”

Loki remained silent. His eyes slowly met Circe’s, then both pairs wandered to the medicine cabinet where the box of pregnancy tests were kept.

“You don’t think…” Loki trailed off.

“I’ve seen the symptoms before. It wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

So Circe averted her gaze while Loki peed on the plastic stick. Then they waited for the results. One line meant negative, two lines meant positive.

There was much twiddling of thumbs and nervous shifting as the two waited the obligatory two minutes for the results. Finally, at the end of the two minutes, they looked at the result window and saw two blue lines.

Circe ran her hand through her red hair. “Okay….Let’s not panic. This isn’t the end of the world.”

Loki hid his face in his arms. “I cannot believe I’m pregnant by him.”

“Maybe it’s a false positive,” Circe said. “These tests aren’t always accurate, unless they’re those new Tombstone brand ones. Let me see the box.”

Circe picked up the box from where it had been casually tossed under the toilet and examined it. Sure enough, the cartoon of the Grim Reaper stating “Dead right!” was printed on the side, along with the tombstone logo. She let out a breath. “So it is true. Well….You still have a few options.”

“I don’t want it.”

“You haven’t even heard—”

“I don’t care. I don’t want it.”

“You’ve always said you wanted a child.”

“Not like this! This wouldn’t be our child; it’d be Buzz’s and my child.” Loki got up to go to the bedroom.

“We could raise it as ours.”

Loki turned to face Circe. “What do you think the kid’s going to think when he realizes he looks nothing like you? He’s going to ask us who his real parents are and we’re going to have to tell him that the only reason he’s here is because I got raped!”

Circe was silent. Loki didn’t yell like this often.

“Do you know what it’s like to know that you were an accident?” Loki continued much more quietly.

“Loki, your mother was drunk when she told you that. It means nothing.”

“She may have been drunk, but it’s true. I did the math. She and my father married just a mere five months before I was born. No one in their right mind plans to get that far along before they get married. My father was the one who got pregnant and he couldn’t abort me, so he and my mother had to get married.” Loki sniffed. “I would never want my child to have any reason to even suspect such a thing.”

Circe slowly approached Loki. “But there’s something you haven’t factored in.”

“What?”

“We would never act as though we didn’t want the child. Your father kept it together, but your mother…From what you’ve told me, she wasn’t that nice to you. Add the fact that she drank a lot and you’ve got a formula for trouble. But you’re not your mother, Loki.” Circe put her arms around Loki. “I’m not saying you should keep the baby if you don’t want it. I’m saying that if you do, you won’t mess it up.”

Loki thought for a while, staring at the ground. “In any other situation, I would abort it….But we’ve wanted a child since the second year of our marriage. And it’s not just Buzz’s child; it’s mine, too. And it will be yours as well.”

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Moral of the story: If your husband (or wife) gets raped by the neighborhood alien-hating bully, just let him have the abortion.

Gundrun Beaker became a proud mother of frikkin twins...

Loki and Erin.

I had different plans for this but i guess why not.

it's the fluorescents

> Дебютный студийный альбом, вышедший в 2003 году. Считается хаусовым, но это скорее смесь жанров электронной музыки.

> Debut studio album, released in 2003. It is considered house, but it is more of a mixture of electronic music genres.

Pascal beating up his boyfriend's abuser iktr

Sharing my headcanons for Strangetown sims heights.

What are your headcanons?

Pascal Curious - 174 cm (5' 8.5")

Vidcund Curious - 192 cm (6' 3.6")

Lazlo Curious - 176 cm (5' 9.3")

Crystal Vu - 179 cm (5' 10.5")

Nervous Subject - 211 cm (6' 11.1")

Loki Beaker - 190 cm (6' 2.8")

Circe Beaker - 172 cm (5' 7.7")

Erin Beaker - 164 cm (5' 4.6")

Chloe Curious - 178 cm (5' 10")

Lola Curious - 178 cm (5' 10")

Kristen Loste - 167 cm (5' 5.7")

Ajay Loner - 173 cm (5' 8.1")

Jenny Smith - 160 cm (5'3")

Pt9 Smith - 186 cm (6' 1.2")

Johnny Smith - 185 cm (6' 0.8")

Jill Smith - (as adult) 158 cm (5' 2.2")

Olive Specter - 162 cm (5' 3.8")

Ophelia Nigmos - 157 cm (5' 1.8")

Buzz Grunt - 188 cm (6' 2")

Tank Grunt - 188 cm (6' 2")

Ripp Grunt - 178 cm (5' 10.1")

Buck Grunt - (as adult) 184 cm (6' 04")

For the pictures I assume the default height is 180 cm in the sims 2, so I calculated the values for the stretchskeleton cheat based on that.