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 âslice of life with a side of bloodshedâ 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 nightâwhat 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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BLENDER TUTORIALS | in which a baby tries to teach something
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: Sheâs a clear danger to anyone who gets in the way of what she wants.
Caleb: That wasnât a good example. Marybell pressured her.
Grace: Oh, so thatâs 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: Iâd say it ended pretty badly for those vampires!
Caleb: We donât 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, Iâm not accepting your fake ID just because I know your sister.
Julia: Iâm 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? Iâll have fries and a Fanta, please.
Darling: By the way, what the hell is your sister up to? Itâs like she totally dropped off the map.
Julia: [dismissively] Your guess is as good as mine.
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Text messages on Juliaâs phone from an unknown number: Saw your vid. That Vatore bitch has had it coming for decades. Iâve 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 didnât exactly know what to expect. I thought I should be prepared, just in case.
Drea: [chuckles] Prepared. Cute. I forgot you were, like, 12. Youâre in way over your head, Buffy.
Julia: [offended] Itâs Julia. And Iâm 17, almost 18.
Drea: Alright, Miss 17-Almost-18. Letâs get down to business. Iâm Drea, and Iâll 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 wouldnât 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: Arenât you worried that I might try to escape?
Avery: Itâs 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 donât think you will.
Finn: That patient of yours⊠are they⊠are they alright?
Avery: You mean Dr. Millerâs patient? Theyâll be fine. They werenât following instructions closely, which resulted in some unexpected side effects.
Finn: Oh⊠okay. Will they⊠be kicked out of the study?
Avery: Hm? No. Weâre grateful for everyone willing to help us test new medication. If anything, itâs 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. đŹ
Their âusual spotâ was Dawnâs Diner on Center Street.
A place theyâd been coming to since they were kids.
Every day after school, theyâd walk in and Dawn would hand them ice cream or hot chocolate, and theyâd 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 sheâd 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, sheâd 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.
âSo?â 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 heâs 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, âSoâŠâ
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, âWhat are we doing here, Mikey? What do you want to talk about? Where have you been for the last month?â
He sat up straighter then, wiped his hands on his jeans and said, âIâll tell you. I promise. But can we talk about you first?â
âMe?â
âYeah, how are classes? Work? Are you doing okay?â
She stared at him incredulously. Something weird had been going on with him lately. She didnât like it. She also didnât like the implication in his tone. âIâm fine. I am capable functioning without you.â
âI never said you werenât. Iâm just checking in. I know I havenât been around much, and Iâm sorry for that, but it doesnât mean I donât still care.â
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. âIâm doing good. A couple of classes have been tough, and itâs been hard to focus on studying. The house is too quiet without you there. But itâs nothing I canât handle. Mostly, I just miss you.â
âI miss you too.â He gave her a small smile that she couldnât 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 thereâs anything else they need before disappearing into the familiar hustle and bustle of the diner.
âSo,â Mikey said around a bite of his sandwich, âare you going to tell me about that guy at the library?â
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 wouldnât get her very far. She crushed the crackers into her soup and stirred them around as she answered, âNothing to tell really. I donât know him. I just think heâs⊠interesting.â
âInteresting?â
âYeah. I mean, he goes to Britechester, but he studies at the public library four days a week rather than the university library. Heâs studying microbiology, but heâs always pouring through books about Selvadorada. The culture, geography, rare plants, myths, all kinds of stuff. Heâs so focused and smart and quiet. So quiet. Iâve 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.â She stopped. Her face felt like it was on fire. She hadnât meant to say that last part out loud.
Thankfully, Mikey didnât try to embarrass her. He just breathed a laugh through his nose and said, âThatâs quite a crush.â
âYeah, well,â she shrugged, a gesture of nonchalance that was doomed to fail given her previous statement.
âAre you going to do anything about it?â
âI donât know.â She hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue. He was, after all, the only person she could talk to about this. âHe always has this little toy car with him.â
Mikey froze, but didnât say anything.
âHe 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.â
He sighed, âWhy canât you just talk to him like a normal person?â
âI will. I just want to get a sense of him first. If you were smart, youâd do the same thing with Katie.â
âHer name is Catherine. And Iâm not going to do that. You never should have done that.â
âIâm glad I did. Mikey, if you felt what I felt, youâd understand.â
âIt was just a dream! It doesnât mean anything. This, right here,â he knocked on the table as if to make a point, âyou and me, awake, this is whatâs real.â
âI know that. But this being reality doesnât make dreams meaningless. Theyâre a window.â
âNot the way you think. Theyâre memories. Distorted and jumbled. They can be interpreted a million different ways. But most of all, theyâre private. We donât belong in other peopleâs heads.â
She slumped. She couldnât argue with him on that, not without sounding awful, and he knew it. But that didnât mean she believed there wasnât a middle ground. Because, selfishly, she did want to get a sense of Gabriel. And after spending thirty seconds in Catherineâs 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.
âSo, are you going to tell me where youâve been or what?â Barbara finally asked because she wasnât going to let him get away with leaving without fulfilling that promise.
Mikey nodded and leaned forward on his elbows, âOkay, but I need you to promise me that youâll listen before you react. Set your judgments aside because I really need you to be happy for me. Or at least supportive.â
She didnât know what to make of that. She scanned his worried expression. What could possibly⊠Oh no. Oh no. âOh my god, Mikey, please tell me Catherine isnât pregnant.â
âWhat? No! Is that really the first place your mind goes? We havenât even⊠done⊠that.â
She laughed, mostly in relief, âWhat are you, saving yourself for marriage?â Sheâd 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, âSeriously? She does know youâre not a virgin, right?â
He sighed, that exasperated one she knew so well, the one she sometimes thought he reserved only for her, âYes. She knows that. So does her father.â
She nearly choked, âIâm sorry, what?!â
âItâs not⊠Heâs on the church council, so itâs unavoidable. Listen, thatâs what Iâm trying to tell you. Iâve been in Willow Creek, preparing to join the church. I told them everything⊠about my life so far. Prayed. Repented. Itâs a whole process of shedding the life of sin and stepping into a new one. To walk in the Light of God.â
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 didnât know what to do with. Sheâd never heard him talk like this before. They grew up in a secular household. Their parents were academics. Atheists even.
Though, itâs not like she couldnât 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.
âB? Will you say something, please?â
She opened her mouth. Closed it again. Her voice trapped between his need for support and her need to ask him if heâd lost his fucking mind. But then one thought came barreling through in a rush, âYou told them everything?â
He closed his eyes, as if he couldnât bear to look at her when he said, âEverything.â
âTraveling?â
He nodded and opened his eyes again. âBut itâs okay. I promise.â
âHow is that okay?â
âTheyâre going to help me. Make sure it never happens again.â
âWhat? How? Why? I⊠Mikey, how many times do I have to tell you? This is a gift. Itâs not a curse.â
âI disagree.â
He said it so simply that she didnât know how to respond.
He reached out and put a hand over hers, âMy baptism is on Sunday. I really want you to be there. Listen to them. Just once. And I promise youâll understand.â
The depth of sincerity in his eyes terrified her for reasons she couldnât quite understand. She didnât 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 couldnât take it.
She pulled away from him and shook her head, âIâm canât. Iâm sorry. I have to go.â
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.
Brodyâs parents tell him that they want to talk to him. He starts to wonder if heâs in trouble, but they assure him that he isnât. They just want to talk to him about something important.Â
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 isnât even dating anyone. Nadia might not even be interested in him. His parents insist that itâs better to talk about these kinds of things before they need to than to wait.Â
Itâs embarrassing, but they explain the basics and even go into more detail. Brody canât believe theyâre actually saying what theyâre saying, but on the inside, he has to admit that heâs learning a lot.Â
They ask if he has any questions, but heâs 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 hadnât mentioned that he was adopted, but they might have suspicions since they know he has two dads.Â
After they chatted a bit, they decided to head inside to talk to some of the others. They joined Nadia and Isaacâs conversation. During the conversation, Nadia told Brody that she was glad theyâd become friends. Then, it happened.
Brodyâs 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 couldnât tell if there was any interest on her part. He hoped there was.
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Vlad watches as Akira speeds to the mirror. He halts gracefully just before reaching it, his face painted in concern as he reaches out to touch it. Usually, the fae was so full of rage. Seeing him go soft was fast becoming one of Vladâs favorite things. Â
âHey,â he says, voice barely above a whisper. âYou okay? You safe? You look upset.âÂ
âNo, Iâm okay. I mean, Iâm a little upset," Alice says, "Thereâs a lot going on. Is Vlad with you?â
âOf course,â Vlad steps into view and offers her a wave.Â
Akira was so worried about Vladâs reaction when he explained that Alice was a god. His delivery of the news was unfailingly gentle, which, on the one hand, was silly. Vlad regularly had thoughts that would unnerve the stoutest of creatures, and many times he said them aloud. Why would Aliceâs godhood upset him?
On the other hand, it made him feel cared for, and oh, how he loved basking in that affection. It was why he liked Alice being the boss of him. From the second they met, he longed to be kept like one of the shiny trinkets she covetedâto be precious. Â
He flashes her a confident smile. âYou are looking quite divine, Magpie. Howâs your evening going?âÂ
Akira glares, but Vlad ignores it. Alice was clearly seconds away from losing her shit. She needed them to be calm in the face of it.Â
âKind of shitty,â she sniffs. âIâm in the Netherworld, and I have to pass judgment on The Determined. Thereâs a whole ritual that I donât know anything about, and if I fuck it up, then Evan will lose his husband.â
A dark look passes over Akiraâs face. He grips the edge of the mirror. âWho the fuck is Evan?â
âThe Determined. He came here to appeal to me, but I canât just, like, give him what he wants. Thereâs a trial, and if he loses, then I donât even get his soul; it goes to the Erinyes, and they eat it.â
As Alice talks, she grows increasingly agitated. Suddenly, the room bursts into lavender light. Wings flare out from her back as she leaps to her feet, eyes glowing.Â
âIt's bullshit!" she screams. "Why am I only eating his husbandâs soul? All souls belong to me. They are MINE!â
Even through the mirror, he feels the force of her power. And maybe he should be scared, but all Vlad can think is that sheâs beautiful like this.
Behind her, a yelp sounds. The light, the wings, and the glowing eyes all disappear in an instant.
Wincing, she looks over her shoulder. âSorry, Evan. Iâm not going to eat your husbandâs soul, I promise!â
The words are a siren call to Akira's worst impulses. He treated everything like it was a threat to them, which was kind of endearing, but sometimes suffocating.
He steps into view, his jaw ticking. âDo not apologize to him. You donât owe him shit. And you certainly donât need to make him any fuckinâ promises.â He tilts his head as if he can peer behind her. âEvan? Thatâs your name? I donât give a fuck why you came there, but the God of Death isnât promising you shit. Sheââ
Vlad rolls his eyes and yanks him away from the mirror, âOne second, please, weâll be right back!â
Shoving Akira hard, he forces them to the opposite side of the room. âAre you insane?â
âWhat the fuck kind of question is that? No, Iâm not insane, Iâm protecting Alice from some dickhead who thinks he can march into the Netherworld and demand shit from her.â
âRequest, you mean.â Vlad frowns. It was true that he found sims mostly mystifying, but Akira seemed to have no regard for how they operated at all. âRead the room. Alice needs help.â
âTo snap his neck? Yeah. I got that part.â
Vlad looks to the ceiling and prays for patience. He doesnât enjoy having to be the sane one. It goes against his very nature. âTo get Evanâs husband back, you fucking Neanderthal.âÂ
âOh, so now youâre interested in playing ârescue the mortalâ? I find you lying in a pool of blood and a pile of bones, and you want to act like you give a shit?â
Vlad hisses. âWhy donât you just give up if weâre so difficult?â
âGive up? All Iâve done all night is get my ass kicked and run all over creation trying to make sure you and Alice are safe.â
âAnd it will only get harderââ
âExactly!â Akira smacks his forehead in a gesture of frustration. âSo why do I want to add helping Evan to the list? I already got my hands full. Fuck that guy. The world is hard. Sometimes, gods are cruel. His problem ainât my problem, and whatever it would cost for me to be interested in making it my problem, he canât afford. I got bigger fish to fry, namely you two.â
Vlad falters. He wasnât expecting agreement. He was pushing Akira because he had to be sure he wouldnât break. On his own, Vlad required someone with the patience of a saint and the constitution of his grandmotherâs evil rooster that refused to die. But with Alice? Akira would need to be twice that.
âAlice is sad because Evan is sad. She is a god, yes, but she is still soft-hearted. She is waiting for usâŠâ he pauses because if heâs being honest, Alice isnât waiting for him to solve anything.
He was a comfort, but she didnât depend on him. And how could she? He regularly fucked off when consumed by his own whims. Tonight, heâd been all too happy to abandon her.Â
He clenches his hand briefly, trying to sort out the tension. The tentacles of whatever was inside him bang against his ribs, begging for release, but he can't imagine how that's going to fix anything.
Was this date going well, or was he delusional?
It felt like a disaster now. He tried to be on his best behavior for Alice, at least when she was looking. He understood that was the price he needed to pay to be loved, but he had none of that leftover for Akira.
âVladislaus. Are you listening to me?âÂ
Shit. Vlad tries to school his expression. âListening to you do what? My only interest is whether you got your ass kicked too hard to pull yourself together. Alice is waiting for you to help make sure everything works out because you promised to take care of us.âÂ
He is spoiling for a fight, but Akira refuses to engage, which is so unsettling Vlad feels momentarily sick. The fae is exhaustedârunning on fumes. What if dealing with Vlad used him all up?Â
âStop thinking,â he orders. The intensity of his gaze is so much that Vlad wants to look away.
He barely blinks before Akira has pressed again the wall, hand around Vladâs neck. âListen to me. If you want my hands anywhere near your dick on this date, you are going to settle down.â
Vlad licks his lips. He feels like prey caught in a trap. Itâs exquisite. âWhat if Iâm not motivated by sex?â he rasps.Â
Akira grins, the contrariness a game between them in this moment, rather than a source of tension. âThen I guess this isnât a threat.â He squeezes hard for few brief moments.
Itâs glorious. Sometimes, when Vlad got really comfortable he didnât bother with his lungs or even his heartbeat. But the pressure forces him to be deliberate about breathing.
âBelieve it or not, I do know you," Akira says, his touch gentling, "I know everything about this is freaking you out. You're tired, you want to break things, and I keep asking you not to."
He strokes the pulse point in Vladâs neck, his voice soft. âI did promise to take care of you and Alice, and I will. Weâre almost there. I just need you to hold together for a little while longer, and then Iâll give you a reward, agreed?â
âWill I like the reward?â
His smile is genuine. âYes. We will all like it.â
The declaration settles Vlad. Warms him even. For the moment, heâs satiated. âI like when you hold my hand,â he says, offering a truth as gratitude. âSometimes, when I dream of you, itâs all you do.â
Akiraâs cheeks heat. He grabs Vladâs hand and leads him back to the mirror.
Once there, Vlad blows Alice a kiss and winks. âAs I said, Magpie, we would be delighted to help you with your trial. Since Iâm the only one in this relationship with any legal experience, I will act as Evanâs counsel, and Akira will act as yourâŠâ he waves a hand as he tries to think up a role, âBailiff.â
âAnd thatâs what Akira wants?â She looks skeptical. âWhat does a bailiff even do?â
âMakes sure you can do what you want and kills anyone who gets in the way of it,â Akira says, which is a thoroughly incorrect but deeply romantic estimation of the job as far as Vlad is concerned.
âSee? Itâs all solved," Vlad laughs. "Now, how are we getting to you?â
âThrough the mirror,â Alice glances at Evan and winces again. âI know Iâm not supposed to apologize, but this is only the third time Iâve broken someone down into a billion little pieces and pulled them through space and time into my realm, so if it hurts, Iâm sorry.â
Akira gasps. âWait, what?â
But they are already gone.Â
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Brody felt very grateful that his new parents let him hang out with his friends at ThrifTea. His former foster parents always treated him like he was up to no good, which wasnât fair. He wondered what he did to make them think that way.
When he got to ThrifTea, Nadia greeted him and showed him a stupid meme on her phone. Then he got to meet some more of his new classmates.
There was Avery, a soft-spoken girl who seemed more comfortable with the boys.
Then there were Kiely and Carmelo. Kiely was Nadiaâs best friend and they were attached at the hip. Carmelo seemed pretty cool.
Malik and Toru were also hanging out that night. They were all being nice to him, but he clammed up a bit when they started asking questions. He wasnât ready to tell everyone that heâd just been adopted and was getting used to a whole new family.Â
Brody decided to distract everyone from prying more into his personal life by going up to the microphone and telling some jokes. He got a few laughs, but people were more interested in mingling than watching him perform. He knew he would have to open up eventually if he wanted to make some genuine friendships, but the thought was scary.
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