#testing tags we'll see what sticks

[higgsboshark]

2025: Year of Enriching My Enclosure

Okay so I am V Excited because, inspired by this post, I've come up with a plan that's a cross between like, a New Years resolution and a choose your own adventure game.

Here's the plan: I wrote up a list of 100 different small, random challenges. Every day, I'm going to roll 2d10 to get a number and do whatever challenge I get.

The parameters I ended up with for the list:

Free or very cheap (max I think is like $10)

Must be doing or learning something new, no existing hobbies/projects

Relatively quick (mostly 20 minutes) or time flexible to accommodate work etc.

As many as possible involve going outside and/or interacting with humans

Nothing that feels like "self improvement," so no cleaning, health, or career-related tasks. Any personal growth is to be strictly a side effect of The Whimsy

They range from easy ("Walk backwards everywhere you go for 1 hour") to more complex ("Schedule a day to do crafts with a friend this week")

And of course, my personal favorite:

Image ID: Handwritten list entry on dot grid paper in purple ink. It reads: "80. Write a to-do list in the form of (roll d6)". Six options are listed below: limerick, haiku, sonnet, bredlik poem, evil wizard spell, callout post

Anyway I'll keep y'all posted on how it goes and please feel free to get in on it if you like the idea! Also if anyone wants the whole list I came up with let me know

I'm gonna make next year SO HECKIN WEIRD I can't wait

[zrllosyn-art]

Finally finished organizing this thing!! I am posting this so i stop messing with it and i dont try to redraw some of them.

(test prints are so goddamn expensive,.,,)

[harpsinfinity]

If needs must

part 1 part 2

I like the idea of sex pollen/fuck or die too much. So I decided to write it. Dinner is served Carlos enjoyers

Afab!fem!reader X Carlos Oliveira

Genre: smut smut and more smut (in part 2)

Warnings/tags: unprotected piv, sex pollen, slight dubcon (?), Carlos makes me feral.

@lolitaj

Credit to @cafekitsune for banner

Who knew what the, now abandoned, labs of umbrella had in store for the two of you. The kinds of experiments they carried out that were sick and twisted enough to make the toughest of people's stomach churn in horror.

The wretched company was the source of the horrific outbreak that had clutched raccoon city in its sharp claws, and the undead moping around. You were more than determined to put an end to this and return the city to its former glory, this place was home. You were going to keep it that way.

The darkened laboratory was laced with shattered glass and an array of used, broken science equipment, as if a hurricane was hurdled though it.

Looks like they left in a hurry. You thought.

What made everyone leave so suddenly? The question was gnawing at you in the back of your head, you had pushed it deep, deep down. Wanting to get what you needed and get the hell out of the building before possibly encountering any of the hellish creatures that could've been produced here.

Testing tubes rolled and clinked together from the push of your boot against them. The desks were covered in various DNA samples and files, which were quickly swiped to take back for thorough testing.

The flickering lights were aiding the eerie atmosphere that was created. Who knew what umbrella had been up to ? What kind of creatures or chemicals they could have stored away, kept until needed to wreck havoc on raccoon city.

"find anything ?" A deep, timbre voice spoke from behind you. It was your partner, Carlos. The dark-haired man had been assigned to explore this abandoned shit hole with you.

With a nod you reply "just some files, we'll find some more and see what these bastards have been up to when we review them."

Carlos hums in response "alright, good. Stay sharp, no telling what these fuckers have waiting for us" he spits his words out with venom at the talk of the company he had worked for.

As you two were nearly done with clearing out and practically looting the room, a sweet aroma catches your attention. Peculiar for a place like this, unexpected even.

You followed the scent as if it was calling to you, step after step in a trance-like state. Something was calling out to you, and you couldn't help but follow. Even though you didn't know what or who it was. You didn't respond when Carlos called out to you for help retrieving a sample of something.

That's when you found it, a plant. A plant ? That was even more strange. That's what was creating such an enticing smell. It was odd, but you were sure of it.

The plants cerise coloured petals had a bioluminescence radiating from them, standing tall and proud from it's stem. It had other, smaller little buds sticking out of it. They were just as radiant. It was beautiful, although it was clear this wasn't a product or mother nature. It was likely the piece of greenery was a mutation or experiment of some kind that was created for whichever theories the scientists were carrying out.

You'd never seen anything like it, but at the same time it looks all too familiar. You couldn't put your finger on it though.

The syrupy sweet fragrance filled your lungs again. The last thing you remember was the plant spraying some sort of pink mist, clouding over your head in a fluffy, cotton candy colour.

That was when you shortly collided with the floor. Everything going blurry, moving in slow motion, the faint echo is Carlos calling out to you in a surprised, shocked tone feels like he was far away. Get he was right by you, shaking your shoulders.

Everything went dark

[livseses]

Oopsies! We didn't manage to get our thoughts written up before this post went quiet.

@sysmedsaresexist I hope it's okay to tag you on this, if not, we'll go ahead and delete (feel free to DM us)

We wanted to thank y'all for taking the time to indulge our curiosity. We really appreciated it! Genuinely.

We started to get defensive about endogenic communities with Signal and Quill, but

they don’t speak their personal experiences as if they’re gospel truth for all systems

Uh... yeah. We needed to do that. We've had wonderful experiences from plural spaces and bad ones from CDD spaces. But, that's our experience. It'd be shitty of us to get all confrontational and try to tell y'all how to feel about your experiences with those spaces.

And I think that we generally agree on a whole hell of a lot. Some of that defensiveness came from the just ridiculousness of universalizing. Like, we personally find soulbonding and tulpamancy stuff to be really helpful. We'll share that fact and recommend it when asked, but saying that every system needs to do these things to improve their system is absurd! It seems so obviously absurd to us that it felt hyperbolic. But like, that's us trying to speak our personal experiences as gospel truth.

We're going to be a bit more careful with sharing the things that help us. We already do it for how DBT helps us, CBT hurts us, and why, for instance. Or the limitations we've encountered with EMDR. If tulpamancy is another kind of therapy for us, well, we should be more cognizant of those pros and cons.

Really liked Robo's answer (feel free to DM us if you wanna chat more in depth)! We could go on about some of our speculating about plurality, trauma, and CDDs. We'll save that for another time though :D

A phrasing Robo used though really sticks out:

"endogenic CDDs" are a completely separate concept from "endogenic systems with CDDs."

This bit of nuance I think gets lost in the mix often enough. And it leads to a lot of the confusion, misinfo, and hostility. We've seen a lot of the "welllll technically" kind of counter hypotheticals brought up. While we're inclined agree with those, it's a bit of nuance that can really muddy the water.

Maybe to build on what Robo said about it never being clear cut and easy to understand: Aspects of a person/system's experience aren't always separable into neat categories. Maybe one person feels that some trait or behavior they have comes from their performance of gender, and another says the exact same things come from their neurotype. Our ADHD messes with our memory and so does our DID. From the inside, at the internal experience level, it's hard, if not impossible, to fully separate them.

And Dude, we're really glad you have these mods to support you, and really glad to see your attitude of self-determination. We love to see it and hope more people can adopt it.

I've posted from the beginning about how a lot of things that endogenic systems talked about were actually really normal in DID systems. [...] it's unfortunate that sometimes this confuses systems that are still learning.

This is kinda why we asked this question, or maybe why that question is on our mind a lot in conversations about plurality. We flip flopped a lot after our syscovery as to how we viewed ourselves. Folks saying that the two are so utterly different that there's zero overlap. Folks saying that the things you mentioned can't ever happen in CDD systems, and in turn, that we should keep out of CDD spaces.

(We personally have some hesitancy on the reliance of "hard" tests for mental health stuff. Something about a concern that those tests will have false negatives. But we can talk about that more elsewhere if you're interested in continuing that conversation.)

But thank you for taking the time to answer this ask regardless. We really appreciate it, and we hope others do too. We hope that information gets out there and more folk can balance that attitude of self-determination with understanding their own experiences aren't universal.

(Again, if you'd rather not have this post around, let us know and we'll remove it)

[veryace-ficrecs]

Prompto Argentum Hurt/Comfort Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

strike a match (make me disappear) by ty_gospodinov - Rated T

Prompto is just trying to keep it together. But when he's falling behind in school, feeling like he doesn't deserve Noctis, and his electricity gets cut off in his empty apartment? His cheerful, devil-may-care image is breaking. And Ignis can see right through it.

Where Your Kind Are Kept by Asidian - Rated T

At first, Prompto doesn't understand. Then he turns to get a better look where Ardyn's pointing, and he feels the blood in his veins turn to ice. Because there, on the edge of a middle row, one of the pods is sliding open. An MT is stepping out, mechanical steps a jerky imitation of human motion. Behind it, Prompto can see the interior of the pod – a tiny scrap of a closet. Less than a closet: just enough space for one of those things to stand up in. The shock rushes over him so sharp and sudden that he feels dizzy. "You're joking," says Prompto. "Right?"

we'll give ourselves new names by mushydesserts - Rated G

"Just, you... you don't have wings."

Noct gives him a funny look. "Who says I don't?" he laughs.

In the world of Eos, legend has it one's wings are the physical manifestation of one's soul.

Prompto does not have wings; instead he has two large scars on his back.

Tempered Plastic by saltslimes - Rated T

Prompto has a higher pain tolerance than his companions anticipated. So that goes about as well as can be expected.

Running Behind by Asidian - Rated T

There's a tag hanging on his storage pod, instead of the clipboard that documents his progress. On that tag, there's a single word stamped in red: defective. NH-01987's feet stick on the metal of the catwalk. Behind the ever-present metallic mask, his eyes grow huge. He knows what that tag means. It means that, in the morning, while the other MT units are collected for training, a guard will come for him. He'll be restrained and escorted down the metal corridors toward the east wing, into the double-doors that house the correctional facility. But he won't be up for re-programming, not this time. This time, they'll strap him down to a table for the last time ever. They'll pick him apart, to try and learn what caused his failures – and he has so very many of them, no matter how hard he's tried. When they're finished, they'll take what's left to the crematory. That will be the end of him: a pile of ashes and a wisp of smoke.

Terms of Affection by Starofwinter - Rated G

Ignis only uses pet names when something is very very wrong.

Wilting Leaves in the Jar by LadyLilaBlue - Rated G

While camping Prompto comes across a strange flower. It leads to a peculiar situation where Prompto sustains any type of pain sensation Noctis acquires. And we all know instead of telling the guys about what's going on, Prompto is up to his usual shenanigans and decides to keep it to himself and sustain all of Noctis' injuries because, that will make him useful to the group right?

Weak Point by GibbousLunation - Rated T

They told him it was a ‘practical exercise’, to test his loyalty to the Crown under pressure. Cor’s exact wording had been something more along the lines of gruff ‘hey you did the easy part, so. Hate to be the bearer of bad news but everything goes to hell in a handbasket from here on out.’ Prompto was pretty sure somewhere in there was the insinuation that he’d be fine. It was a practice after all.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by MsChievous - Rated T

Prompto gets Hanahaki...

Because of his unrequited love for his parents.

The Way They Were by Asidian - Rated M

Ten years ago, it's the middle of the afternoon. High above Alstor Slough, the sky is a brilliant edge-of-summer blue, so bright it hurts to look at. Clouds make tiny white smears against it, like whipped cream on top of one of Iggy's meticulously constructed cakes. And there, hanging in the vault of the heavens, is the sun. Prompto stares up at it, stunned into silence. It burns his eyes, but he squints and raises a hand above him and peeks through the fingers, not quite able to look away. He stays like that for a long time – so long his eyes water. He tells himself that's all it is.

A helping hand by Sinikka_von_Wolperting - Rated T

Stress can do a lot of things to your body and your mind. Prompto hadn't had it easy the last days.

Over Many Setting Suns by countingpaperstars - Rated G

“I wish… for human legs,” Prompto says, eyes averted as shame burns hotly in his cheeks. It sounds like a silly fantasy, fragile as it’s spoken into the air outside the tender cocoon of his heart.

“Well, I daresay you’re in luck. You’re hardly the first I’ve helped with such a request." Ardyn saunters to the shelves and trails his long fingers over the dried plants. The glass jars full of viscous liquids slosh when he taps them. "I can give you what you want." He pauses, shadows cutting fierce across his wide smile. “For a price.”

Memories of the Past by Asidian - Rated T

Noct wipes his brow with his bare forearm and returns the magic flask that contains his other fire spells to his pocket. He turns, a smile quirking the corner of his lips, words of congratulations for Ignis half-formed on his tongue. They die unspoken at the sight that greets him. Because there, back pressed against the damp stone of the wall, is a small blond boy that looks about six years old. He's absolutely swimming in Prompto's vest and coeurl-print jeans; the top comes down past his knees, so long it looks like a dress on him. Prompto's wrist band has slipped all the way up to the boy's bony elbow, dangling with room to spare, and Prompto's gloves swallow his hands and most of his wrists completely. One of Prompto's guns rests on the ground at the boy's feet. He's got the cylinder of the second open, while his free hand digs frantically in his pocket. But even as Noct watches, he does a quick sweep of the cylinder's contents with his eyes, snaps it closed, and brings the weapon up, two-handed, barrel trained on Noct.

Shiva's Favorite by S4_League - Rated G

Prompto has had the uncontrollable ability to create ice, snow, and frost (etc.) since he was a kid. When it comes to a point where he can no longer guarantee the safety of others, Prompto decides to leave Lucis for good. However, he never gets the chance after a final goodbye to his best friend, the prince, goes awry. Or... my angsty take on what if Prompto had Elsa's powers from frozen.

As Far As You Need to Go by Asidian - Rated T

It takes him a minute, after he's at the bottom. He just kind of sits there, face pressed to the rock, trying to convince himself that he needs to get moving. From up above, he can hear what sounds like combat: the clash of metal on metal, and the bellowing roar of a pissed-off Gladio. He licks his lips – tastes blood. Every breath brings in new pain. Then he remembers: Noct.

[thelikesoffinn]

hey! You said you'd be answering questions if we've got any and I've got one!

I'm replaying act 1 right now and I noticed that with other characters if they tell u their big secrets and u take it well it will give u a lot of points. But astarions points are a lot less.

Shadowheart before: 8 Pt

Shadowheart after telling me she's a sharran: 33 pt

Astarion before: 10 pt

Astarion after the bite scene: 26 pt

Do u know why that is?

Hello flower! How interesting, I didn't know that was the case!

(Albeit that is likely because I'm on playthrough five and by now, I simply don't check the affection thingy anymore. They're all lonely and love starved, we'll be fine 😂)

Anyway, it's a bit difficult to gage why that could be, because it's so closely tied to game mechanics; meaning it could be for a Multitude of reasons, many of them to do with gameplay itself.

But if we roll with it and assume that it is because it's Astarion, this could likely be tied to his attitude towards "receiving help and kindness".

The thing is: Astarion hasn't received kindness in a very long time. What little he did receive (or give) came at a high cost. He was always expected to give more than he received.

Best example:

Cazador saved his life and now Astarion would be forced to live as his slave for eternity.

Quite the price tag to stick onto an "act of kindness".

So maybe he's more hesitant to trust Tav's attitude and generosity. Everybody always expects him to pay it back somehow, so why would Tav be different? And what possibly would they want? It had to be a lot. They've given him blood, kept him alive. That sounds like a huge thing, and huge things come at even higher a cost.

Your example used Shadowheart as a comparison, which is perfect because those two are really different characters from head to toe.

In the end, act 1 Shadowheart is a lot tougher than Astarion. She doesn't really give a shit if you agree with her religion or not, but she wants to get along still because she does like Tav and they have a common goal. That (and her teachings) is essentially what makes her hesitant to tell Tav about her worshipping Shar.

So if you react properly - i.e. without judgement or hatred or you're even outright positive - she really doesn't have a huge reason not to believe you. Sharran's may be hated and feared, but she probably hasn't been fooled by others who said "sharran? Okidokes, no problemo, lady!" and then tried to murder her in her sleep or anything. Shadowheart is likely more used to outward and direct antipathy, which is likely why she bristles so easily when tested.

And seeing you accept her for who she is will obviously give you a huge chunk of her affection. (Duh, who doesn't like being accepted!)

There we go, I hope that explains it, flower! If not let me know and I'll try again!

[myarmstickles]

he/it

our collective names you can always use with us are azzie/james/ray. you can ask if you want to know who's specifically fronting :]

I love asks and my dms are always open to talk. I'm a little akward tho.

doc with pretty much all my special interests

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it's hard for us to read anything but plain text so things like this: important information important information important information important information important information

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are really hard for us to process

tone tags are preferable if we're talking one on one ^^

and last but not least, heres my last.fm if you want to stalk what I'm listening to lol! (Music has been a big fixation for a while so if you want to talk music I'm very open to that any time!)

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and our twitter (be warned, it's mostly shotacon)

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Lastly, we don't have any dni here, we just block whoever we don't want following or interacting with.

under the read more is about tags and posts that will be on this blog

the only tags we consistently use are:

#undescribed

#reblog bait

#vent

#personal

#fav

If you need something tagged, we can't gaurentee we'll tag it so if that bothers you somehow you don't have to stick around lol.

And about posts on this blog: there isn't much we post about ourselves. Usually we reblog anything funny we see on our dash or something we found we agreed with. In the past, we reblogged alot more serious political content, but have been slowly shifting attention away from those sorts of posts, so they'll be more infrequent now.

And sometimes there will be posts about shipping whoever you want with untagged incest. If that bothers you, again, we don't tag that kind of stuff frequently, so do what you will with that info.

I think that covers most things on this blog. If things change, we'll update this.

[sparklywatercolors]

Zorya looked down at the pregnancy test. Positive again. It was the fifth one they took this week, just to make sure. But each one, no matter the brand, was saying positive. They held onto their white sink, keeping the test on the counter, not wanting to poke at it or touch it. Their skin became cold.

"A baby?" Zorya whispered to themself, "A baby."

A gentle knock came from the door, their favorite voice came after it, "Zoryana, are you okay in there? We have to go soon to your friend's house."

"Oh yeah! I'm okay just getting ready I'll be out in five minutes," Zorya replied, straining to give a proper response to Ivan. Zorya took a deep breath as they heard him walk away from the door.

Zorya's eyes darted around the bathroom, not knowing what to do. After they cleaned the pregnancy test, it still read positive.

Zorya felt hot tears pouring down their face, their lips trembled. They had wanted a baby for so long, their own little one to raise and love and care for.

And yet, they finally got their wish and it's scary

It's scary.

Zorya lifted up their festive dress, and looked down at their stomach from the mirror. Slowly they placed their hand there.

"Hi whoever you might be, I love you," Zorya whispered.

"Zoryana dear who are you talking to?" Ivan asked from outside the bathroom.

"Ah myself," Zorya replied, their voice slightly trembling. Ivan laughed.

"Okay my dear sunflower, whatever helps you," he replied.

Zorya shook their head and listened for his footsteps to go away again, they glanced down again, "Don't mind your Papa. He's a gentle giant."

They lowered their dress again and noticed the flowers and holly in their hair. Taking a bit of each they carefully wrapped it around the test. And then left the bathroom, stuffing it in their pocket.

"Oh Zoryana!" Ivan smiled, his cheeks turning pink, and his violet eyes sparkling, "You look lovely my dear."

Zorya smiled back at him, "Your sister helped me pick it out. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear it."

He leaned down and placed two kisses on their cheeks.

Zorya grinned and then glanced away, "Hold on I have to scribble something down for later."

They pulled away and rushed over to the stationery station set up in their kitchen. Quickly without Ivan getting a chance to see they grabbed on e of the leftover gift tags and wrote a quick Merry Christmas on it. Carefully they took a piece of tape and applied it to the tag.

They stuffed it in their pocket with the test, and fidgeted around to stick it on.

"Is everything okay Zoryana?" Ivan asked, his voice growing with concern, and a grown spreading across his face. Zorya paled.

"Ah I was just thinking about how one day we'll have our own babies to spend Christmas with," Zorya laughed, holding back from glancing down at their stomach.

Ivan nodded, "I know you want one so bad dear. We will have one."

Zorya laughed, "Oh yeah. Could you imagine you come home and they cover our home in decorations."

"It better be for January," he laughed. Zorya shook their head.

"Oh no. They'll be raised with both Christmases," Zorya replied, their fingers slightly trembling in their pocket as they held the test and it's flowers still.

"Is that so, it sounds like you're planning it already," he laughed. Zorya bit their lip and without thinking they pulled out the test and shoved it into his hand.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Look," Zorya replied. He looked down. His mouth opened wanting to speak but the words wouldn't come out.

"It's real," Zorya replied, "So they're celebrating two."

He looked up at them, his eyes widening in slight fear and excitement.

Neither of them spoke as he pulled them into a hug.

After a few minutes he finally whispered, "Fine, they can celebrate two Christmases."

[cruciferous-spatula]

the Sims tag!

I was tagged to do this by @pixelatedpanic, thank you for tagging me!

what’s your favorite sims death? I'm gonna go with disease. I like that horribly hilarious coughing and how it spreads to everyone. Fire and hunger are good too, but one is too noisy and destructive and the other one just takes too bloody long :D

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis Match, though I wouldn't say I'm a purist.

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? No. Why would I? If anything I wish there was more body diversity in the game (ts2) as even the 'fat' state looks pretty slim to me.

Do you use move objects? Yes, every time lol.

Favorite mod? ACR - I use this tweaked version by @episims and am very happy with it although it torments me to no end as my sims will not behave

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? It was The Sims: House Party. I think I was eight. I returned it because I learned that I needed the base game to run it, and my allowance couldn't get me both. But I was able to exchange it for The Sims: Deluxe Edition which was awesome.

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Live as in give, mostly

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? It's a toss-up between Marama Tuatahi and Maitea Lehenik for me, they had so much character. If I have to choose one I'll go with Maitea because I loved playing her as a hot widow that all the men in town heart-farted over, and her particular style was unique in my little world so far.

Have you made a simself? Yeah, probably a dozen times, in recent memory mostly to test the ts3 and ts4 sim creators. My first sim-self I made as a 13-year old. I made myself as a teenager, my younger sibling as a child and our parents, and I picked romance aspiration for myself, not knowing then what that meant as far as gameplay was concerned. I grew up to marry Darren Dreamer and had an identity crisis when I got a bad memory out of it.

What sims traits do you give yourself? Brooding, Couch potato, Shy, Vegetarian, Frugal

Which is your favorite EA hair color? Uh... Red? Are we talking ts4 colors because I don't mess with that

Favorite EA hair? The store hair that's like a bowl cut

Favorite life stage? Teenagers :D all the drama, none of the boring responsibilities

Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play? In it for the gameplay. I like building but it's always with play in mind :)

Are you a CC creator? No(t yet)

Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad? No, I don't really know what a sims squad is. I have a friend I used to play sims with, but no one I know irl knows my simblr and I like that.

What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)? sims 2 for definite. I've dabbled in ts3 and have a grudging respect for it, 4 not so much, and 2 definitely feels like an upgrade from 1 to me.

Do you have any sims merch? No.

Do you have a youtube for sims? No.

How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? At first, starting at Christmas 2004, I only wanted to play Veronaville because it was pretty. I later played some in Pleasantview to make my sim self and realize I'm not really a romance sim. Then I would build random half-decent custom worlds for years, gradually discovering cc and sims blogs, and through the latter get inspired to play the premades exclusively for yet more years, experimenting with megahoods and uberhoods. And now I'm all about the test of time challenge, and we'll see how long I'll be able to stick with it.

What’s your origin ID? uhm, it's either Jo137P or abosmalbysom, I haven't used origin in ages

Who’s your favorite cc creator? @sunmoon-starfactory, all their sets are what's keeping this very restrictive challenge stage the most fun rn

How long have you had a simblr? I started this one in June last year, so a little over a year, but then it took me about six months to actually start posting so lets call it even and say 9 months :P

How do you edit your pictures? Just cropping mostly. I'm dabbling in light exposure because some of my screenshots get hella dark

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? You know, I just wish they'd kept making expansions for The Sims Medieval. Like you could have a variety pack where you could choose a different map layout, different styles for the different buildings (yes EA, with different facades and floorplans too!) maybe an expansion that let you actually go to The Village and like Tredony and stuff on diplomatic or trade missions and actually see different people and different worlds

Phew! This was a reminiscence. I'm gonna tag @clouseplayssims, @squeezleprime and @cobycobsy2k. Sorry if y'all got tagged or did it already! Have a good one!

[lunazuniga-smith]

What to Expect When You're Expecting Who: Luna Smith & Dr. Leonard When: Saturday, June 10th, 2023 What: Luna gets some unexpected news Tagging: @detkhamani

Luna kicked her feet back and forth as she sat up waiting for her doctor to come in. The nurse's had taken care of her dip-stick and her vitals. For the last couple of weeks, the high-risk reproductive doctor had been monitoring Luna every couple of days, taking her bloods, checking her A1C, and checking her hormones. The last two cycles didn't go too well and the doctor had reassured her they usually wait for four more before considering fertility treatments. This cycle, she decided not to think about it too much. Luna had a few things going on with the court hearing for Cannon and prepping for other family matters. Between that and work and raising a toddler, she had fallen into a comfortable ryhthm. As always, the dip-stick was performed as a precautionary measure. At this appointment, she'd have her pap since her annual was due anyway. It wouldn't be a big appointment and hopefully she'd be back home to surprise the boys with lunch in no time. When she heard the knock on the door, Luna smiled and let the doctor know he could come in.

"Luna. Always a pleasure." Dr. Leonard smiled at his patient and then sat by his mobile computer to log into the hospital database. "Your sugars are great by the way and your last labs were phenomenal. How are you feeling?"

"Fine! I've cut out sugar from my coffee and I've taking sugar free creamer instead. It's helped a lot."

"Excellent. That does come a long way sometimes." He began typing away. "And nurse Elena tells me your cycles have been a bit wonky?"

She nodded. "Mm hmm. I'm assuming from the ovulation medication?"

"mmm I'm not too sure. It shouldn't be messing with it too much. Did we run a dip stick last month?"

"No. My annual is today so you said it wasn't actually necessary until today's appointment and since nothing was really changing. Pregnancy tests have been negative at home so..."

"Luna, when was the first day of your last cycle?" He looked up from his typing with concern written all over his face.

"What? Uh...Sorry, Dr. Leonard I haven't been keeping track. The hearing and finding a summer camp but I spotted pink last month around ...the first week of May?"

"And how long did that last?"

"I don't know. three days maybe?"

"I see. When did you do an HPT last?"

Luna pulled out her phone and pulled up her woman's cycle log. "Last month? I promise I'll get better at tracking but there's no way I'm pregnant because the ones I have done have been negative and I got my period so..."

There was another knock on the door and Elena came in, waving at Luna with a smile from ear to ear. She sat beside the doctor and asked him to pull up the labs tab on Luna's chart. "Oh your dip stick is back." the doctor reassured her once more that her A1C looked fantastic at a steady 5.1 and then he got quiet."

"What is it?" Luna perked up as if she could look over the monitor somehow.

"Luna...you're pregnant." He smiled widely at his patient and nurse Elena cheered. "Of course on the appointment Khamani isn't here for!"

Luna's eyes widened and she stated blankly at the doctor and nurse. "That's impossible. My hpts have been negative and I got my period. I don't understand. "

"Well, mostly likely you're very early and with your cycles being out of wack, it's very possible that you're easily four weeks or so. Elena ordered a sonogram so we're just waiting for the machine and we'll get to it!" Dr. Leonard asked his nurse to bring in what he needed and then asked Luna to lie down. "It's early yet so we won't be able to pick up a heart beat most likely so just bear with us. I want to make sure we see what we need to see and then I'll want you to come back when you're able 8 weeks or so. Okay?"

"This is...this is a lot. I want Khamani here for this. I--I'm not ready. I haven't done anything and I was supposed get on more insulin. What if the baby is not okay?" She felt the tears fill up her eyes and Dr. Leonard planced his hands on her shoulders.

"Luna. One thing at a time. Remember? Just like we spoke about when Khamani was here. He'll be here for the heartbeat, ok? I just want to make sure you're doing alright and we'll go from there. This is a happy time." He pulled a tissue from the tissuebox beside him and handed her one.

After wiping her tears and nodding at the doctor's words, Luna lied down, glancing from her position toward the sonogram machine being rolled in. She wanted her family here with her. This wasn't how she expected any of this to go down.

"You're going to feel some cold jelly over your belly. We'll start with a transabdominal before we use the probe, okay?"

"Okay." Luna sniffled and looked over to the screen. As much as she wanted to be happy, she was scared and that only heightened when she caught the change of expression on the doctor's face. "What's wrong? Something's wrong?" She couldn't decide if that was a question or a statement. In that moment, Luna was glad for Elena who came to hold her hand.

"Eveything's okay." Elena whispered, eyes on the screen and a smiled pulling at her lips. "Luna...there's your baby."

Dr. Leonard smiled at his nurse and pointed to the little spot don't he screen. "Gestational sac and pole..." He measured the screen and then stopped. "And that right there is your baby, Luna."

Luna was full on crying, squeezing her nurse's hand tight. "My baby. Our baby. How is that possible? I thought it was too early."

The doctor didn't respond at first and asked Luna to move forward on the stirrups so he can perform the second part of the ultrasound. "Actually..." He looked back at the screen and pointed with his free hand. "Looks like you're about ten weeks today. Are we doing okay?"

He looked up at his patient that had completely passed out and Dr. Leonard quickly ended the ultrasound and asked his nurse to bring her water and a few compresses.

"And please call Khamani at the emergency number!"

Ten whole weeks.

[my-dumb-obsessions]

I just saw your tags about Cariane Amell's quest for an untainted Old God and that is *fascinating.* What else is Carie up to? What is she like?

Hoo, boy! Cariane's post-Awakening life has many twists and turns, and a good amount of involvement in DA2 Act 3 and Legacy timelines.

What is she like? Compassionate within certain limits, curious and resourceful. She will frequently make decisions with incomplete information because "someone has to." Give her a little bit of command and she'll run with it. She may not know best, but will listen to people she trusts and course correct. But if she's got an agenda and really believes in it, she will stick to her guns.

For this particular project, it started during the Blight. In the years after discovering Soldier's Peak she spent a lot of time working with Avernus, who'd used blood magic to hold off his own Calling and extend his life by 200 years. She also got him a solid number of Warden test subjects after a group of Orlesian Wardens failed to oust her from command (these were the same Wardens who, under their acting Commander, drove off half her mages - including Anders - while she and Nathaniel answered a summons from Weisshaupt). There was a week-long battle over Vigil's Keep, and after reclaiming it from the rebels, she captured and sent them to Avernus rather than executing them.

Carie is also an unapologetic supporter of mage freedom and an active thorn in the Chantry's side, so years later when Leliana informed her that the Chantry wanted her help, she didn't trust it. She took it as a warning and gradually moved Warden operations from Amaranthine to Soldier's Peak, away from public attention.

"In my dreams, I see the Black City, and I am drawn towards it. There is something there, an answer to what this taint is, this taint that we share with the darkspawn..." —From the notes of Avernus (DAO Warden's Keep DLC)

"Naturally, of course, we cut into the cyst. The flesh within was blighted. We immediately examined all other cysts found in the other dragon carcasses. Each time, we found the blight. The only conclusion we can draw is that dragons can stem the spread of the blight within their own bodies." —Excerpt of Frederic of Serault's Report (DAI)

Cariane killed the Architect, because to her, the only good darkspawn is a dead darkspawn. But his research had merit, and she's fine with shady experiments if she's the one doing them 😅. Combined with the work she did with Avernus and the "relevant to your interests" report Leliana sent her about dragon autopsies, she put together this theory. She also got access to old records that implied Wardens who specialized as Reavers tended to live longer before hearing their Calling than other Wardens.

After Avernus died, this became her goal, to see if dragon blood could stem the taint indefinitely - not just any dragon, but the most powerful, near-divine creatures on the planet, of which there were only 2 left. Like a darkspawn, she could follow the sound of the song. And if she could get there before the darkspawn tainted it, maybe she could unlock the power of its blood.

So yeah it's not too different from what Clarel's Wardens were working on, taking the fight to the archdemons before they rose. She just had different plans for what to do when she found one. Does it make her a hypocrite for killing the Architect? Yeah, kind of. Is it completely misguided and doomed to fail? Maybe. I guess we'll find out.

—

Guys I love talking about Cariane, she's got so much lore, I could talk about her for days. Ask all the questions, I'm game! ❤️

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Ok I read prev comment's thoughts and went, "20k seems high actually lemme double check," except i didn't want to filter out bruce; he is an integral jason's story (as prev mentioned) and removing him could cut some robin!jason-centric fics from our already very short list. so here's my version below:

I started by removing all the incest tags and x reader fics for my own peace of mind. 79,230 --> 55,156

Next I took out every "-centric" tag for every other character/pairing i could think of. 55,156 --> 51,095

*note that while other "-centric" tags are out, "Jason Todd-centric" is not being filtered on.

Then I realized the top fic by hits was a crossover, so let's get those outta here. I filtered for "Batman- All Media Types" to be allowed, but excluded crossovers. 51,095 --> 34,854.

Right. Then it was time to filter out Tim Drake & Jason Todd." They aren't friends. 34,854 --> 29,539

Next, as many of Tim's freeform tags as I could find, and just for the hell of it, Jack and Janet Drake are out too. 29,539 --> 28,620.

*I was expecting more...?

After that, the top fic by hits was still tagged with tim first, so I went ahead and removed any "Caretaker Jason Todd" or similar tags I could find, including "Accidental Sibling Acquisition," and "Good Sibling Jason Todd." 28,620 --> 27,255

The top fic by kudos was still one of those big "batfam" fics though, so I filtered out every "&" tag with every member of the crew EXCEPT Alfred, Bruce, Dick, and Barbara. (Who Jason interacted with as robin.) 27,255 --> 20,901

But then the top fic was literally tagged "crack" so let's get rid of that. 20,901 --> 20,168

Next let's get rid of the Young Justice (Cartoon), Batman: Arkham (Video Games), and Titans (TV) fics. Those are basically whole other fandoms with different Jasons. I'm sure there's more than three different versions of Jason but these are the big ones so we'll stick with them. 20,168 -->18,905

Now for the "Good Parent Bruce Wayne" fics. They'd made it this far but now it's time to go. 18,905 --> 16,742

And then, even though I think they can sometimes be very interesting character studies, I'm gonna get rid of all the fic that pair any canon character with an original character. I love the OCs, guys, but this isn't the time. 16,742 --> 15,222

*This is about when my AO3 started not loading, and I had to rethink some of my filters.

It's about now that I got so entirely fed up with seeing Tim fucking Drake in every fic that I finally just filter his character tag out, even though I had been avoiding doing that for science. 15,222 --> 9,015

Still, the top fic by hits was superbat. The next was batjokes. 9,015 --> 8,841

It's about now that the top fics by hits start looking more like what we're looking for. Unfortunately, the top fics by wordcount have not gotten the message. So I filtered out a couple of popular AUs. We don't want those right now. 8,841 --> 7,250 (6,882 in English)

I'm sure there's more tags I missed, but I didn't want to spend too much more time on this so I ended there. There's probably a bunch of fics in there that aren't properly tagged and would not pass the bat-del test as well.

little more experimenting just for me:

I have a couple of things I hate reading (triggers, distaste, squicks, etc.), so by the time those tags are filtered out it's 6,882 --> 4,929.

(318 labelled as "Jason Todd-centric.")

But prev comment mentioned filtering out Lazarus Pit Madness & Bruce's character tag, so if I do that we're down from 7,250 -->4,276 (4,060 in English)

(2,908 in English with my personal taste)

of those 4,276; only 227 are tagged as "Jason Todd-centric." (215 in English)

(147 tagged "Jason Todd-centric" in English with my personal taste)

There are 3,129 works tagged as "Jason Todd-centric" total, before any filtering.

& just so that no one gets mad at me, I was changing the sort order a bunch so I could find what needed to be filtered out, I don't usually sort by hits/kudos.

can i please go one day without having to skim through a jason centered fic because its not actually jason centered? you cant call something jason centered when he and the other characters only ever talk about bruce or tim! especially if it's just to berate him for not bending over for them

i propose the bat-del test where a fic doesnt pass if the characters have nothing to say except on topics of how much they all should be prioritizing bruce and/or tim's morals/ideals/feelings/plans/etc

[candieshound]

Debt Payer

Sequel to this.

Tags: Forced prostitution, Rough dub-con, Slight praising, Voyeurism, Degradation, Humiliation.

Characters: Rocco Vanderlyn, DILF Ren Hana.

You're chained to the ground again, you've been in his position over one hundred times, at least, you think so.

A dark burn scar adorns the other scars on your fragile body. The gag in your mouth, one in the shape of a bone, only adds to your shame. And the plugs? You try not to think about them. How they keep both of your holes stretched for the next cock you'll take in them.

Rocco's on the phone, a cigar between his fingers. He told you this customer matters more than everyone else, so you're expected to be extra good this time.

He hangs up the phone, putting out his smoke. "Mi Amore." His voice is deeper than it usually is. He walks over to you, kneeling to take your chain off and attach a leash to your collar. You immediately get on all fours, ready to follow him like the pet you are. He glances down at you, his stare intimidating, enough to put you on edge for what's to come. Enough to keep you in line.

"You know where to sit." He guides you to his car, opening the back door for you. You crawl in, sitting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest. Rocco ties your leash to a hook he designed only for you into his car. You stare at the floor of the car on the drive there.

Anxiety flares up when you arrive at your destination. You wonder who exactly he sold your body to this time. Or how much you'll get paid. Or what acts they'll make you preform. He makes you crawl out of the car and up the stairs of a suburban home's porch.

The house doesn't look like it belongs to someone who knows a Mob boss. It looks like a family home, one that the residents would have BBQ's at. The door to the house opens without anyone needing to alert the homeowner. Your eyes widen at the sight of your new customer.

Mr. Hana.

He looks down at you with a shit-eating grin. "My, My. Hello again!" Rocco hands the leash to him and you can't help but panic. It's the man that sold you off before, and now you're at his mercy, having no choice but to obey and provide, regardless of what you think.

He drags you into the house, your owner following behind. The fox man sits upon the light colored couch, pulling on your leash. Rocco leans against the wall, lighting up another cigar. He shares a glare with Ren, nodding to allow the man to continue. Mr. Hana looks down at you, licking his lips as his hand runs through your hair.

"It's been a while, Dear. Just how well trained are you now~?" He ties your leash tightly around his arm, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unzips, pulling out his already hard cock. "Can you take it all?" You swallow, nodding. He laughs and removes your gag. "I hope I can trust you"

Like a second nature, you stick out your tongue, opening your mouth as wide as possible. His hands grip your head, guiding you to his cock. It's shoved entirely down your throat, a groan leaving the older mans lips. "Grrn.. No gag reflex? Bwahaha, we'll just have to test that." He's quick to fuck himself down your throat, shoving himself in roughly.

He's right, you've been trained to not gag. Trained to pucker your lips and flatten your tongue to please a cock well. To be nothing but a sex doll. Ren growls, claws digging into your scalp as he uses your mouth. He presses your entire head down, keeping your nose against his groin. Anxiety pounds through your veins, you can barely breathe, staring up at him as tears run down your face. He gives a look of false security and comfort.

That's quicky replaced with a sadistic grin. "I've always loved it when they cry~" It only makes you cry harder, whimpering around his cock. The extra wetness of your tears and the vibrations from you makes him groan.

And then he pulls out. So quickly and suddenly you gasp loud, retching. He laughs, patting your head. "Now.. Let's see here.." Untying your leash from his arm, he pulls it roughly, yanking you forward so he can lift you onto the couch. Your top half is forced onto the cushions, he steps behind you, lifting your ass up.

"Plugged..? Mmm, Cute." The praise makes your heart skip a beat. You think you should be angry at him, mad and furious. But you're biting your lip, clenching around your plugs. He holds you tightly, taking one hand to rip out your plug. It nearly makes you scream, burning awfully. He didn't even say anything nor did he poke his fingers around that area carefully.

You wonder what his cock would feel like.. Probably worse. He shuffles behind you, getting into position. No foreplay? Remembering his claws... Yeah. You decide against it. You grip the couch, screaming as he pushes completely in, claws digging into your hips. Ren growls, quickly rutting into you. Tears flow down your cheeks, the word 'stop' heavy on your tongue, yet you know better. You know better..

A hand reaches out to grip your hair. Ren pulls it roughly, tugging you backwards onto him with a shrill cry from your lips.

"You're a stupid painslut, huh?"

The smile curled onto his lips makes you nauseous. To you, he looks like a predator. A sleazy, rabid, sadistic predator. And that's exactly what he is.

He only fucks into you harder, forcing your head back so far you think he's trying to snap your spine.

"Good. I like when they scream."

That's enough for you to break down, crying loudly as you scratch pathetically at the couch. He only mocks you with that husky laugh of his, other hand drawing blood from how hard he's got you.

Rocco only watches stoically from the sidelines, never saying a word to you or Mr. Hana. He's the only thing stopping you from cursing and hitting and kicking and attempting to murder your client. He's like an overbearing authority figure.

Ren's movement is primal, his noises nearly actual barks. He's lost in himself, lost in ruining you. Clawing at your side, making your scalp and hole bleed from just how rough he is. Eventually, you give up. Succumbing to the agony like the stupid 'painslut' you are.

Allowing him to fuck you as he wishes, never stopping until he howls loudly. Filling you with his cum, stretching you with an inflating knot that brings you back to reality. It's too much, way too much, and now you're stuck to him for god knows how long.

"Whoops~"

He laughs, leaning over you. Hands gripping your chest. His breath hot on your ear, wet. He's drooling on you, most likely ready to eat you.

Footsteps make you panic. Rocco.

"Seems you'll be paying extra for this.. fiasco?"

Transactional. You're getting paid for this. How could you forget?

Mr. Hana laughs. "Sure."

It makes you feel better, but at the same time, who knows how much he's paying. Could be 15 dollars. Could be a million. Whatever the case, you're desperate. You need what he can give you.

One of Ren's hands reach up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His pupils dilated, nearly glowing.

"Guess I'll be seeing you more often, then?"

The offer makes you sick, a single tear streaming down your reddened face.

"Y-yes, Sir."

But how could you say no?

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Collidescope hearts Part 2

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You couldn't believe it, the new Cobra Kai dojo in Reseda had been burnt down. You watched on the tv in the main house as fireman put out the blaze. Silver came on to the screen being interviewed by the reporter.

"We are devastated by this unfortunate accident, and our hearts go put to the Brucks family. We are all in hope for a speedy recovery.

We are already aware who started the fire and the police have been informed.

Don't worry West Valley Cobra Kai never dies and we will keep going."

His slick smile made you feel sick. Your phone was blowing up with everyone chatting about it. It was quickly established that none of your friends had been anywhere close to the building; though you all knew Silver will be blaming it on them. His voice continued.

"Our only hope is that our friend dojos in the city stay safe. We believe this may be a plot to frame our rivaled dojo eagle-fang and Miyagi-do. I want to reassure everyone that we know it was not them. Our rivalry is on the mat." You scoffed at his words.

By this time Sam, her dad, brother and Miguel had come back to the house. Amanda decided it would be easier to just buy dinner for everyone. As the night went on you all forgot a out your problems, just enjoying the company around you. You started tucking into the the bucket of chicken until you caught a wiff of the sushi Danny had ordered. You felt your stomach churn and quietly excused yourself from the table.

A cool breeze blew over you as you walked outside and you felt some relief as it touched your hot skin. You stepped into your home and slumped on to the sofa. Eli walked in a few minutes later, he had the bucket of chicken in his hands and slid it straight into the fridge before coming to sit beside you. He stroked your hair.

"You feeling okay?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, I just felt a bit nauseous, its passed but I don't think I can go back." He nodded at tour words, his head slowly drifted over to your bathroom. You had both forgotten.

"Have you checked yet?" He whispered. You shook your head. Eli stood up and went to the bathroom grabbing the test and coming back to you. You could see how the colour had drained from his skin. He handed the stick to you.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant. Eli fell to his knees in front of you.

"I'm so sorry, this is my fault."

"Our fault, Eli, we did this together." You put your hands either side of his face. He nodded.

"I love you." He said, wiping the tear that was falling from your eye.

"I love you too." You reply.

"Let's go to bed, we'll look at options tomorrow, okay." You nodded letting him lead you to the bed. You laid down together, you tucked against his strong chest.

Hawks POV

It didn't take long for y/n to fall asleep, i stroked her hair until her breathing slowed right down. As quietly as I could I slid out of the bed and walked outside, needing the fresh air. Miguel came out and walked over.

"Everything okay?" He asked. I glanced through the window as Y/n sleeping. Unsure if I should say anything. I rubbed the back if my neck.

"Dude, things have gotten really complicated." I said sitting down on the brick flower bed.

"What's happened?" My best friend came darting over to me and sat down beside me.

"Y/n's...she's...fuck, she's pregnant." I whisper "you can't tell anyone! We just found out tonight." I implored him.

"Shit, man. Do you know what you're gunna do?" Miguel asked, checking noone else was coming outside.

"Honestly man, I have no idea. I love her so I'll stand by her, what ever she chooses but," I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, "I kinda, I think I want it. All of it, I want y/n forever and a family with her would be...this is gunna kill my mum." I said, saying out loud was helping. I knew Miggy would keep it too himself.

Part 3

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I hum along to the Christmas music softly playing over the speakers of the grocery store as I walk down the aisles, pushing my buggy, looking at the different types of cereal. 

Nikki doesn't like sweet cereals aside from Captain Crunch, so I just grab a box of it before heading to grab toilet paper and paper towels, along with some eggs, and head to the checkout line, my attention stalling on a tabloid on display. 

"Nikki Sixx & Vanity: Their 'Friendship' Timeline," it reads, a picture of Vanity and Nikki plastered on the front...I exhale sharply.

I can't believe it's been four months since Vanity aired out their dirty laundry on TV. 

That means Duff and I have been together for three and a half months...

I'm quickly backing up and walking to the sexual health section, examining the many brands of pregnancy tests. 

I grab the cheapest and go back to the line. 

"I told them not to put those out," my cashier states to me when it's my turn, as she sees me give another glance to the magazine with my husband and his mistress on the front.

When she gets to the pregnancy test, she clears her throat. 

"Celebratory or...?" She asks, swiping the test. 

I pretend I don't hear her. 

I shut my trunk, my arms wrapped around grocery bags as I step to the front door, of the house, the sun setting through the neighborhood, and I sigh heavily as I grab my key. 

I haven't been home in a couple days, avoiding Nikki as much as I can, but I know we need groceries in the house and I know he hasn't left to get any, and even though I'm done with him, I don't want him to starve or something. 

Opening the front door, the house is a wreck just from a glance, and I quietly shut the door in case he's asleep, and head to the kitchen.

I quickly stop in my tracks when I see through the dim light, coming from the single lamp in the foyer, figures moving in the living room, a light littering of giggles flittering through the air…

I turn the lights on, nearly dropping the groceries to see eight girls in lingerie, girls at least in their late teens, piled on Nikki—and Steven—lips swollen from making out with each other and euphoric glows casting over all of them. 

I'm at a loss for words. 

Nikki and Steven just look at me, Steven looking like a guilty kid. 

"Is that your wife?" One of the girls straddling Nikki asks, looking at me, wide eyed. 

"Ex-wife." I correct her. 

This is where the story tends to get misconstrued. If you ask Nikki or Steven what happened, they'll tell you it went down like this…

"Vivian put the fuckin' gun down!" Nikki yells at me as I hold his shotgun, the girls screaming and scattering like roaches while he and Steven run to the backyard as I pump a bullet into the chamber and fire off, missing them by a couple inches as our wall by the back door is blown to hell, chasing after them and emptying the gun in our backyard whilst trying to shoot them. 

What actually happened…

"Get out of my house." I tell the girls harshly and they look at me, pissy. 

"If I want them here, they can be here." Nikki argues. 

"They're babies, Nikki!" I shout, and the girls all defensively simultaneously let out their ages, ranging between 18 to 20, but I honestly don't see how some of them are over 17. "Then let me see your ID." I tell them. 

"We came to hook up, we didn't come to get interrogated." One of them states. 

"Okay, well, you've had your fifteen minutes with Nikki Sixx so you can get out of my house." I repeat.

"Fuck off!" She exclaims to me and I raise my brows. 

Fuck it. 

I go to our bedroom and grab what I need, and I don't give anybody a warning before firing off shotgun shrapnel into our glass ceiling, shards of mirror raining down as I hear the girls holler and cry out in fear, scampering to the door in their heels, and once the gun is unloaded, I look in the living room and see fluffy black and blonde hair peek up from behind the couch, their eyes bugging, pupils taking up most of their eye.

When the cops showed up, I said I accidentally fired into the ceiling while trying to clean the gun. They were fans of Nikki so they didn't give us a fine for public disturbance, and they didn't ask why eight girls were in our lawn in lingerie, either.

"I cannot believe you." I grit through my teeth when Steven blocks my entrance into their rehearsal studio, his heavy panting clouding the words trying to come from his mouth. "Did you run here?!" I exclaim and he nods, still trying to catch his breath, still trying to get his apology out that I can't even hear because he's talking but not saying a word due to his breathing. "Moron." I hiss, shoving him out of my way to get inside. 

"Viv, wait!" He musters out, following me. 

"Fuck you!" I shout. 

"Vivian, please, let me—" he gasps for breath some more. 

"—I hope you're having an asthma attack or something, I really do, dumbass, I really do." I march away from him and he grabs my wrist, a pathetic look on his face. 

"Look—"

"—No, you 'look,' I refuse to be the little bitch that just lays on her back and let's everybody fuck her to hell with their bullshit. It's gross and it's disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for even being apart of it, Steven, because I thought you wouldn't do that shit to me. Just 'haha it's so hot to do stupid shit that'll hurt Vivian,'" I mock his voice, and he tries to talk again, "No, just shut up and go suck on Nikki's balls some more because I don't think those teenage girls did it enough!" I turn on my heel go to find the guys. 

"You're not mad about their age, you're mad Nikki didn't give a fuck." He gets out, taking deep breaths and I stop and turn to look at him, rolling my jaw. "You're jealous, and you know you are, and it's okay and normal to be, Viv, I know you still—"

"—Know I still what, Steven? Hmm? Love him?" I furrow my brows, stepping to him, my heels clicking on the floor when I get face to face to him, our nose nearly touching, my voice shaking with anger as I say, "He could die tomorrow and I wouldn't give a single fuck because he's been dead to me for months. And as of right now, you are to. So don't come at with me trying to strike up some empathy for a person I feel absolutely apathetic about." I sneer quietly, turning. "And stay away from teenagers. I don't care if they're eighteen or nineteen, they're still fucking kids."

I grind my teeth together as I leave him standing in the hallway before I try to go into the girls bathroom, only for it to be locked. 

"Damn it." I mumble, holding back tears, glancing at the door of the boys bathroom. 

Without shit given, I open the door and walk in, seeing Izzy standing over the toilet, cigarette in his mouth, peeing. 

He glances over his shoulder and looks at me. 

"Viv." He says the best he can, smoke puffing past his lips. 

"Izzy." I reply, sitting my purse on the sink, digging through it. "Sorry, the girls bathroom was taken." I mumble. 

"No problem." He replies. "Not like you haven't seen it before." He adds and I roll my eyes. 

"Unfortunately." I sigh out, grabbing the box with the pregnancy test in it. "Hurry up, please." 

He looks at me to say something smart back, but looks at the box and his face falls. 

"Jesus fuck, Viv, what do you have that for?" He asks me. 

"Okay, I know you went to high school in Indiana and their version of Sex Education was just ways to stick your dick in a pickup truck's tail pipe without getting carbon monoxide poisoning, but when a man and woman have sex, they have a risk of procreation." I tell him. 

"With Duff? " He asks me with a confused face. 

"No, I got Bret Michaels and Willie Nelson to cum in a cup and I mixed it together and went from there." I sarcastically hiss.

"Fuck you, smart ass, I was asking a legitimate question." He zips his pants back up and steps aside for me. 

"Yes, with Duff. I haven't had sex with Nikki in months." I tell him. 

"Sorry, I didn't know if you were doing them both or what." He shrugs and I glare at him. 

"No. I'm not." I inform him, pulling my dress up and my panties down. 

"Okay, that's my cue." He says, turning away from me, in reference to my naked bottom half. 

"Not like you haven't seen it before." I repeat what he said earlier and he chuckles, going to open the door. "You're leaving?" I ask him, quickly, and he looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"I need support." I tell him, honestly sounding scared and he leans his head back and rubs his eyes. 

"Vivian, babe, I can just go get Duff—"

"—No, no, he doesn't need to know I even think I'm pregnant." I state, panicked. "Look, it'll take a few minutes but I can't wait for the result by myself, it'll drive me up the wall." I plead with him. 

"Well, what if you are pregnant, are you gonna tell him, then?" 

"I-I don't know." I admit. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there just, please, stay in here with me."

He lets out a heavy breath before nodding, rubbing his forehead. 

"Alright, alright. Just piss on the stick because I'm missing rehearsal for this." 

It was an agonizing wait, but once Izzy glanced at his watch and said, "alright, it's been long enough," I felt like it had only been a few seconds. 

"Maybe we should a wait a little bit more." I suggest.

"Viv, it's been ten minutes. You already put it off once before, come on, now. Cowgirl up." He tells me. 

"Okay." I breathe out, anxious, rubbing my lips together and shakily reaching for the test before quickly snatching away. "I can't do it." I say to him, shaking my head. "You look at it and tell me." 

"Vivian—"

"—Please?" I beg, giving him my best puppy dog eyes and he lets out a breath and reaches for the test, looking at it, nodding a little. 

"Well, Stripey, we're at the bridge, how're you gonna cross it?" He asks me, handing me the test, and I see a perfectly shaped "+" on it. 

I started to panic, and think irrationally, as I do when I'm backed into a corner. So in my panicked state, the best thing I saw for me to do, was...

"You are fucking insane." He tells me sharply, leaning against the sink. "Like evil insane." 

"Izzy, I don't know what else to do aside from just get rid of it or hope and pray I miscarry, and that's kinda fucked." I explain, holding back tears. 

"You want to fuck Nikki and just play it off as his—that's more fucked up than praying the damn thing away!" He whipser yells. "And what about Duff? What the hell happens to him when you pull that shit?" 

"I don't know, Izzy, alright? But he doesn't need a kid to worry about when he's just starting to get a taste of what he's wanted for years, now, and I don't want to—"

"—He's going to be fucked up with the idea of you still screwing Nikki when he's under the impression that you two are gonna be this magical little fairytale of unicorns and sparkles and love and shit, Vivian!" 

"I know, but I don't know what else to do!" I reply in the same tone. 

"Oh, my God." Izzy exhales smoke from his fresh cigarette. "You can't tell me this shit. You shouldn't have even let me know about this because now I'm a fucking accomplice to your batshit crazy scheme." He scolds me. 

"Izzy—"

"—You are the fucking devil, Vivian. Axl was right. You are the actual devil." 

"Well, you tell me what to do, Izzy, because that's the only thing I can come up with!" 

"Why does it matter if the child is Nikki's or not, you two are getting divorced anyway, so why does it matter if it's somebody else's?" He questions, and I stay quiet. "You are filing for divorce, right?" 

More silence. 

"Oh. My. God."

"Izz—"

"—Will you quit incriminating me with you when you do stupid shit?!" He lets out, slightly panicking. "Now im gonna be fucked sideways if they find out I knew and never said anythi--why the fuck were you even screwing Duff if you weren't a thousand percent sure you were gonna leave Nikki?!" 

"Because I thought I was but no—"

"—Izz, you alright?!" 

"Duff." Izzy  mouths to me. "Shhhit." 

"Answer him." I mouth back. 

"Yeah, man, I'm good...just really, um, fucked on that pizza from earlier!" He lies as I shove the pregnancy test box back in my purse along with the test, and zip it up. 

"Okay, dude, just making sure!" Duff replies, the sound of him walking away letting us know the coast is clear. 

Just to make sure Izzy sticks his head out of the door, and glances at me. 

"Go," he motions and I do. "Last door on the left of that hall." He adds and I go in that direction, opening the door and seeing Axl, Duff, Slash and even Steven has joined them. 

"Hey," Duff's face lights up when he sees me, and be puts his bass down as I walk to him. 

He wraps an arm around my waist and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. 

"Hi," I smile when he pulls away, looking into his eyes, while I can see Izzy staring at me from the corner of my eye, taking a drink from his cup with this look on his face like I've just killed his best friend. 

I honestly might if I'm not careful. 

Once their rehearsal is over, it's around 5:00pm, and my stomach is killing me. 

"Can we get food?" I ask him, my hand in his as we step to the parkinglot. 

"No, I'm just gonna let you starve." He sarcastically lets out and I cut my eyes up at him. "Where do you wanna eat?" He asks next, letting my hand go so he can grab his pack of Marlboros and settle one between his lips, lighting it, before grabbing my hand again. 

"I don't know." I shrug. 

"I thought you said you're hungry." He says next. 

"I am—that doesn't mean I know what I want to eat." I add and he just looks at me. 

"Do you want a burger?" He suggests and I wrinkle my nose. "Okay...chicken?" Again, I don't look pleased. "Dennys?"

"That's fine with me." I nod. 

"Thank God." He sighs. "My car or yours?" He asks next. 

"Doesn't matter." I tell him. 

"Alright, we'll take mine." He says, stepping to the passenger side, opening the door for me without a second thought. 

"Aww," Slash says as he comes out of the building, teasing Duff from behind his shades and his own cigarette. 

Duff just smiles and flips him off, walking to the driver's side. 

"I'll see you later tonight, man!" Slash calls. 

"Alright!" Duff says back, shutting the door, fumbling for his keys to put them into the ignition. 

"You guys are going out tonight?" I ask him as he cranks the car. 

"Yeah, you can come." He offers and I shake my head a little. 

"Um, I was actually gonna go visit with Sharise and Skylar for a few hours, tonight." I tell him. 

(Pt. 79 CONT.)