Sul, Sul! Feroshgirlsims here, simblr gremlin. I write paranormal romance and drama about deeply unhinged, morally gray characters who get happy endings. My stories deal with mature themes and are for 18+.
The Save File Chronicles is my “slice of life with a side of bloodshed” series of interconnected stories about gods, monsters, and all the supernatural in-between in my save file.
CURRENT CHRONICLE
MONSTER DATE NIGHT
A silly little college ghost hunt, horny coeds, and things that go bump in the night—what could go wrong?
2025 | 18+ | PARANORMAL ROMANCE
(Chapters are usually posted on Mondays & Fridays)
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COMPLETED CHRONICLES
MONSTROUS BEGINNINGS
Once they were monsters. Will the drama of regular life be enough? Or will the call of the otherworldly be too much to resist?
2024 | 18+ | PARANORMAL ROMANCE
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Akira isn’t 100% sure how he got put back together again or if everything is in the right place, but it doesn't matter. They got here.
Slowly, he gets to his feet, still feeling disoriented. Vladislaus, of course, is already standing. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.
“Hello, Magpie.”
Alice cries out and runs over to him. He lifts her, spinning around while she whispers nonsense words and squeals happily.
There was something between them that Akira would never be able to touch. Alice cared for him. She might even call it love one day. But Vladislaus? She was connected to him on a cellular level. He intuitively understood her emotions, her humor; he was her co-conspirator, and Akira knew from the moment he saw them that they were a package deal.
Vlad hugs her tightly for another minute before setting her down and smoothing back her curls. She lifts up onto her tippy-toes for a kiss.
"Are you the Duke in episode 5, season 1, or in episode 8, season 2?" she murmurs against his lips.
"Episode 8," he whispers back. "I was terrible company."
"Because you were scared?"
"Yes."
Akira bites back a laugh. He’d have to pry that admission out of Vlad with a crowbar. But Vlad offers it to Alice willingly, indulges her with a deep kiss.
Watching them sends Akira’s pulse racing. He makes note of every signal that they are content—the way Vlad curls around her, the playful way Alice bites his lip, the happy sighs they make. Maybe tonight was brutal, maybe he took a beating and wore himself out, but this? This made it worth it.
Suddenly, Alice draws back and begins frantically patting Vlad down, her hands shaking. “Oh no, did I fuck it up? Are you dead?”
“Dead?” Vlad seems taken aback. “No, I would never do something so untoward on date night.”
"Where's your heartbeat?" she demands. "Are you breathing? Why are you so quiet?"
If her newfound ability to sense life and death worries him, he doesn’t show it. "Here, listen,” he taps his chest. "I'm not dead. I would never leave you. I simply forgot."
Her shoulders drop. She lets out a small sigh of relief. “No one breathes here. You scared me. Why don’t you need to do any of that?”
Alice hadn’t seen Vlad in the cemetery. She had no idea what he kept pulsing beneath his skin. Akira wasn’t even sure he knew the full extent.
“We’re still figuring that out,” Akira replies, taking a page from Vlad’s book. Alice didn’t need him ramping up her panic with his own anxiety.
She whips around to face him, her expression stricken. “You’re mad."
“Relieved.”
“You look mad,” she insists.
“That’s just my face.” He holds out his arms. “Come here.”
Gingerly, she creeps into his embrace. “I did the exact opposite of literally everything you said,” she whispers in a small voice.
“Of course you did," he chuckles. "You’re a god. It’s in your nature to fuck off and do what calls to you.”
"It was calling to me,” she admits. “After I ate Blaze’s soul, I tried to remember that I needed to do something else but…”
Akira pulls back and cocks a brow. “But you got high off your own supply of god magic, tore a hole in the fabric of reality, and then jumped into the Netherworld to finish ascending?”
"Yeah," she laughs. "That."
They've only been separated for a few hours, but it feels like it's been centuries. That's how he kisses her—like he's been lost in the wilderness and is only just now coming back to her.
The only thing bringing down this moment is the presence of everyone else in the room. Reluctantly, Akira draws back. "Who are these motherfuckers?"
“Oh!” Alice turns and motions at the skeletons. “These are Bonehilda’s kids. This is James, Missy, and Emerson. Bryan is running an errand, and Lizzy is in the workroom with everyone else.”
James nods and smiles at Akira. Or at least, it feels like a smile. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. You are exactly as mum said you would be.”
Despite her lack of eyes, Akira knows that Missy is staring at Vladislaus suspiciously. “We ain’t food,” she says finally.
Vladislaus flashes his teeth in what could be a smile, if it wasn't so threatening. When he inches forward, Akira snatches his shirt to pull him back. “Who is ‘everyone else’?”
“Uh, a few sims from the ghost hunting group made it down here,” Alice shrugs, “I wanted to bring you guys, so I called the zombies, but I guess they got a little carried away.”
“You raised the dead?” Akira tries and fails to keep the alarm out of his voice.
“No! I…that’s…no,” Alice shakes her head emphatically and then looks over the skeletons who are nodding yes. “Uh, excuse me for a minute!” She smiles and then grabs their arms, pulling them aside.
“I hope it’s true,” Vlad murmurs. “Otherwise, this erection is wasted.” He takes in Akira’s blank expression and cocks a brow. “If you are not aroused by being in a relationship with a divine being who can literally command the lifeless to burst out of the ground in a spectacle of horror and drag the living to her godly domain, then I am worried about our sexual compatibility.”
Akira’s mouth hangs open for a minute, and then he bursts out laughing. It’s the lightest he’s felt all evening. “We're compatible," he teases. "But if you think you’re getting those razorblades in your mouth anywhere near my dick, you’re out of your mind.”
Vlad rolls his eyes playfully and then leans in close, his breath ghosting over Akira's ear. “We’ll see. I can be very convincing.”
Something electric passes through them. But something joyous too. Soon, they are both laughing, teasing, and flirting, caught up in their own world.
When Alice turns around, Akira feels prepared to absorb whatever she throws at him with calm and good humor. "So what's up?"
“Well, I obviously should have asked some more follow-up questions, but in my defense, it seemed like running errands was a really good job for zombies, way better than just lying around in their graves being dead. And I really wanted pizza because I was starving.”
Of course, she ordered pizza.
Akira worried about her and Vlad. It was his nature. But the fact that she could unleash an army of the dead as a side-effect of wanting a snack did make him feel better.
“No one complained!” Alice cries, throwing up her hands.
Chuckling, Akira holds out his arms again. “I know, I hear you. Come here.” He cups her face, stroking her cheek. “You are Death itself, and if you want to raise the dead to do your bidding and let a zombie apocalypse reign on the mortal plane, then that’s your will. But also maybe we should talk about your employment practices cause working after death kind of sounds like bullshit."
It’s a joke. He’s expecting her heartbeat to slow and to hear her laugh, but she jerks out of his grasp. “Oh fuck, I am causing an apocalypse! I thought Wolfgang was just being dramatic!”
Akira frowns. He doesn’t know who Wolfgang is or what apocalypse she’s talking about, but they could really only deal with one problem at a time. Right now, that was Evan. Whatever was going on in the mortal world would have to wait.
"And jobs? I wasn’t thinking of that literally. I'm not paying them.” She clasps her face. “Oh shit, can they sue me? I only have ten simoleons in my bank account and actually not even that because I ordered a Team Tadashi t-shirt and it was $25.99 with shipping!"
“The mortal world is fine," Akira assures her. "Zombies ain’t the only monsters up there. They can hang in for a bit while we deal with your problem here." He resists the urge to add on that money was disgusting, and capitalism was a blight on society, and everyone would be happier if they had a barter economy. “Do you trust me?”
“Yeah," she holds her hand out for Vlad, who responds by wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I'm glad you're both here.”
Satisfied that they're happy, Akira turns his focus on the skeletons and the mortal from another world. “Alright. Vladislaus should talk to his client, who needs to stop shrinking into the corner like he’s not a part of this. And you skeletons need to explain exactly how this trial works.”
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Hello! I’m currently on summer vacation and can’t update my previous/next links. Until I can get my life together, you can see all the Monster Date Night chapter posts sorted by most recent here.
Also, @cakepoppresent needs to know that my sims DEMAND Team Tadashi t-shirts 😤
Oh, you thought storytelling hour was over? I'm afraid Drea's been waiting too long for her moment to shine.
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Grace: She’s a clear danger to anyone who gets in the way of what she wants.
Caleb: That wasn’t a good example. Marybell pressured her.
Grace: Oh, so that’s who she learned it from.
Caleb: I planted the plasma fruit seeds. Marybell and her crew moved on. It could have ended far worse.
Grace: I’d say it ended pretty badly for those vampires!
Caleb: We don’t know that. Not for certain.
Grace: [exasperated] May I speak to you downstairs for a moment?
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Darling: Zhao the Younger! Kiddo, I’m not accepting your fake ID just because I know your sister.
Julia: I’m not here to drink. [conspiratorially] I have a business meeting.
Darling: [laughs] What kind of business are we talking? Not some shady Internet lover, I hope.
Julia: Who do you think you are, my mom? I’ll have fries and a Fanta, please.
Darling: By the way, what the hell is your sister up to? It’s like she totally dropped off the map.
Julia: [dismissively] Your guess is as good as mine.
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Text messages on Julia’s phone from an unknown number: Saw your vid. That Vatore bitch has had it coming for decades. I’ve got stories if you want to hear them. Name the time and place. Just keep it after dark.
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Drea: Is that a wooden stake in your hair?
Julia: [startled into defensiveness] I didn’t exactly know what to expect. I thought I should be prepared, just in case.
Drea: [chuckles] Prepared. Cute. I forgot you were, like, 12. You’re in way over your head, Buffy.
Julia: [offended] It’s Julia. And I’m 17, almost 18.
Drea: Alright, Miss 17-Almost-18. Let’s get down to business. I’m Drea, and I’ll tell you everything I know about Lilith fucking Vatore. The night I was unlucky enough to meet her, I was still very much human. But as it turned out, I wouldn’t be for much longer.
Finn: I thought Windenburg Island was private property.
Avery: It is. The founder of Kasper Institute purchased it more than fifty years ago.
Finn: Aren’t you worried that I might try to escape?
Avery: It’s below zero out here. I consider you smart enough not to jump into the water.
Finn: I could steal your keycard and escape through the tunnel.
Avery: Hmm~ you could. But I don’t think you will.
Finn: That patient of yours… are they… are they alright?
Avery: You mean Dr. Miller’s patient? They’ll be fine. They weren’t following instructions closely, which resulted in some unexpected side effects.
Finn: Oh… okay. Will they… be kicked out of the study?
Avery: Hm? No. We’re grateful for everyone willing to help us test new medication. If anything, it’s a reminder to make sure participants are following instructions carefully.
Finn: … I see.
Avery: Why are you asking?
Finn: Oh… no particular reason. Just… making conversation, I guess.
author's note: Oh to be blessed with snow instead of suffering through a heatwave.
If I'm not mistaken, it's the first time I'm dressing Finn in beige/brown. It's not necessarily a color that suits him, but I had to remind myself that he's relying on borrowed clothes at the moment. 😬
Their “usual spot” was Dawn’s Diner on Center Street.
A place they’d been coming to since they were kids.
Every day after school, they’d walk in and Dawn would hand them ice cream or hot chocolate, and they’d slide into a booth to do their homework.
An hour later, their mother would show up and give Dawn a hug and tell her she wished she’d stop filling her kids up with all that sugar. To which Dawn would reply that it was her duty to spoil her niece and nephew, thank you very much. Then, she’d flash the twins a conspiratorial wink, making them giggle as their mother led them out the door.
Barbara loved her more than anything.
And she missed her terribly.
“So?” Barbara asked to break the silence.
Mikey sat across from her, running his finger through the condensation on his water glass with his brows pulled tight and his mouth pressed in a thin line like he’s trying to keep the words from spilling out, words he was desperate to tell her only yesterday.
Finally, he looked at her, opened his mouth, and let out a rush of air along with a single word, “So…”
And, like, really?
He was really going to torture her like this? She wanted to grab him and shake him, but she shoved the impulse aside because they were in public, and instead pummeled him with questions, “What are we doing here, Mikey? What do you want to talk about? Where have you been for the last month?”
He sat up straighter then, wiped his hands on his jeans and said, “I’ll tell you. I promise. But can we talk about you first?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, how are classes? Work? Are you doing okay?”
She stared at him incredulously. Something weird had been going on with him lately. She didn’t like it. She also didn’t like the implication in his tone. “I’m fine. I am capable functioning without you.”
“I never said you weren’t. I’m just checking in. I know I haven’t been around much, and I’m sorry for that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t still care.”
She deflated a bit at that. At the softness in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice. Sometimes it was impossible to hold on to her anger around him. She nodded slightly, conceding that perhaps a conversation would be more effective than an interrogation. For now. “I’m doing good. A couple of classes have been tough, and it’s been hard to focus on studying. The house is too quiet without you there. But it’s nothing I can’t handle. Mostly, I just miss you.”
“I miss you too.” He gave her a small smile that she couldn’t help but return.
Their waitress, a bubbly woman with dark hair pulled high into a messy bun, showed up then. She set their tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches in front of them with a smile and told them to give her a holler if there’s anything else they need before disappearing into the familiar hustle and bustle of the diner.
“So,” Mikey said around a bite of his sandwich, “are you going to tell me about that guy at the library?”
Barbara stopped mid-opening a packet of saltines and looked up at him. He crooked an eyebrow at her, and she thought about playing dumb, but knew it wouldn’t get her very far. She crushed the crackers into her soup and stirred them around as she answered, “Nothing to tell really. I don’t know him. I just think he’s… interesting.”
“Interesting?”
“Yeah. I mean, he goes to Britechester, but he studies at the public library four days a week rather than the university library. He’s studying microbiology, but he’s always pouring through books about Selvadorada. The culture, geography, rare plants, myths, all kinds of stuff. He’s so focused and smart and quiet. So quiet. I’ve never heard him speak. But he stares off sometimes and I can tell his mind is just spinning with thoughts, and I want to know every one of them. I want to be the person he tells all his thoughts to.” She stopped. Her face felt like it was on fire. She hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.
Thankfully, Mikey didn’t try to embarrass her. He just breathed a laugh through his nose and said, “That’s quite a crush.”
“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, a gesture of nonchalance that was doomed to fail given her previous statement.
“Are you going to do anything about it?”
“I don’t know.” She hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue. He was, after all, the only person she could talk to about this. “He always has this little toy car with him.”
Mikey froze, but didn’t say anything.
“He puts it on the desk while he works. Sometimes he holds it, running his thumb over the tires. But most the time, it just sits there. I think it could work.”
He sighed, “Why can’t you just talk to him like a normal person?”
“I will. I just want to get a sense of him first. If you were smart, you’d do the same thing with Katie.”
“Her name is Catherine. And I’m not going to do that. You never should have done that.”
“I’m glad I did. Mikey, if you felt what I felt, you’d understand.”
“It was just a dream! It doesn’t mean anything. This, right here,” he knocked on the table as if to make a point, “you and me, awake, this is what’s real.”
“I know that. But this being reality doesn’t make dreams meaningless. They’re a window.”
“Not the way you think. They’re memories. Distorted and jumbled. They can be interpreted a million different ways. But most of all, they’re private. We don’t belong in other people’s heads.”
She slumped. She couldn’t argue with him on that, not without sounding awful, and he knew it. But that didn’t mean she believed there wasn’t a middle ground. Because, selfishly, she did want to get a sense of Gabriel. And after spending thirty seconds in Catherine’s head, she felt it was important now more than ever. Because people manipulate, and they lie. But dreams, distorted and jumbled though they could be, were honest.
They finished their meal in silence, saying nothing until their waitress came by and they thanked her as she stacked their dishes and took them away.
“So, are you going to tell me where you’ve been or what?” Barbara finally asked because she wasn’t going to let him get away with leaving without fulfilling that promise.
Mikey nodded and leaned forward on his elbows, “Okay, but I need you to promise me that you’ll listen before you react. Set your judgments aside because I really need you to be happy for me. Or at least supportive.”
She didn’t know what to make of that. She scanned his worried expression. What could possibly… Oh no. Oh no. “Oh my god, Mikey, please tell me Catherine isn’t pregnant.”
“What? No! Is that really the first place your mind goes? We haven’t even… done… that.”
She laughed, mostly in relief, “What are you, saving yourself for marriage?” She’d meant it as a joke, but the way Mikey looked at her told her that was exactly what he was doing, and she laughed again, “Seriously? She does know you’re not a virgin, right?”
He sighed, that exasperated one she knew so well, the one she sometimes thought he reserved only for her, “Yes. She knows that. So does her father.”
She nearly choked, “I’m sorry, what?!”
“It’s not… He’s on the church council, so it’s unavoidable. Listen, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I’ve been in Willow Creek, preparing to join the church. I told them everything… about my life so far. Prayed. Repented. It’s a whole process of shedding the life of sin and stepping into a new one. To walk in the Light of God.”
Barbara was speechless.
She knew Catherine was religious. She knew Mikey had been going to church with her on weekends in an attempt to be supportive. But this. This, she didn’t know what to do with. She’d never heard him talk like this before. They grew up in a secular household. Their parents were academics. Atheists even.
Though, it’s not like she couldn’t understand. At least a little bit. When Dawn passed away, even Barbara questioned things. Wanted to believe in something more. Some grand design or purpose. But she knew there were no concrete answers to be had, and organized religion always gave her the ick, so she settled comfortably in agnosticism.
“B? Will you say something, please?”
She opened her mouth. Closed it again. Her voice trapped between his need for support and her need to ask him if he’d lost his fucking mind. But then one thought came barreling through in a rush, “You told them everything?”
He closed his eyes, as if he couldn’t bear to look at her when he said, “Everything.”
“Traveling?”
He nodded and opened his eyes again. “But it’s okay. I promise.”
“How is that okay?”
“They’re going to help me. Make sure it never happens again.”
“What? How? Why? I… Mikey, how many times do I have to tell you? This is a gift. It’s not a curse.”
“I disagree.”
He said it so simply that she didn’t know how to respond.
He reached out and put a hand over hers, “My baptism is on Sunday. I really want you to be there. Listen to them. Just once. And I promise you’ll understand.”
The depth of sincerity in his eyes terrified her for reasons she couldn’t quite understand. She didn’t know how she was supposed to react. Of course, he was allowed to believe in whatever he wanted to believe in. But who the fuck were these people, and could they really take away his ability to Travel?
She already felt like they were growing apart, moving in two different directions, and it made her sad, angry, maybe a little jealous, but this… This was different. She felt like a part of her was being ripped away and she couldn’t take it.
She pulled away from him and shook her head, “I’m can’t. I’m sorry. I have to go.”
And she left.
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A/N: For the sake of clarity - the Dawn we know and love (Atlas' twin sister), is not the same Dawn here (the one who owned the diner).
However, Our Dawn was named after Diner Dawn (she just doesn't know it).
Also, this scene is probably the most evidence we'll get of Barbara and Michael's identities (and Catherine's for that matter). It's not necessary for the story that this remains secret, so if you want to know, you can ask and I'll tell you. But if you prefer the added mystery, then I'll keep my mouth shut. Just know it won't be made clear until the epilogue.
Brody’s parents tell him that they want to talk to him. He starts to wonder if he’s in trouble, but they assure him that he isn’t. They just want to talk to him about something important.
After they get a couple of sentences in, Brody has the realization that this is a sex talk. He starts to protest. After all, he isn’t even dating anyone. Nadia might not even be interested in him. His parents insist that it’s better to talk about these kinds of things before they need to than to wait.
It’s embarrassing, but they explain the basics and even go into more detail. Brody can’t believe they’re actually saying what they’re saying, but on the inside, he has to admit that he’s learning a lot.
They ask if he has any questions, but he’s too shy to ask any of them. They let him know that he can come to them any time with any questions he has, even if he has to write them down instead of saying them out loud. That sounds like a good idea to him.
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Brody and his friends were meeting up at ThrifTea. Brody got his favorite chocolate boba.
He sat down with his friend Malik and they talked a bit about their favorite video games. Brody told him that one of his dads streams video games sometimes. Malik was impressed. It felt good to let one of his friends know a little more about his family. He still hadn’t mentioned that he was adopted, but they might have suspicions since they know he has two dads.
After they chatted a bit, they decided to head inside to talk to some of the others. They joined Nadia and Isaac’s conversation. During the conversation, Nadia told Brody that she was glad they’d become friends. Then, it happened.
Brody’s heart began racing and his cheeks got warm. He felt a fluttering in his stomach. There was no denying it now. Brody had a crush on Nadia. He was equal parts exhilarated and horrified. What if she didn't like him back? What if she did?
Just then Malik and Isaac wandered off, leaving Nadia and Brody alone on the couch. Maybe they sensed that something was brewing between the two and decided to give them space. Brody had to say something, but he was too shy to flirt outright. He decided to casually ask Nadia if she was single. She said she was, and left it at that. He still couldn’t tell if there was any interest on her part. He hoped there was.
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