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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Superior Court of the Netherworld For the Realm of the God of Death
Department #24918
Hon. Alice Martin, Judge
Netherworld, Realm of the Dead Vs. Evan O’Neil, The Determined
Public Hearing on Soul Reinstatement
October 254th, quarter to 12 spiderwebs
Transcript prepared by: Emerson, daughter of Bonehilda
[LISTING OF THE JURY]
Disease (Asclepius), Esteemed Jury
Anxiety (Curae), Esteemed Jury
Grief (Oizys) and Discord (Eris), Esteemed Jury
Agony (Algea), Esteemed Jury
(Sam Savage walks into the courtroom whistling "The Devil Went Down to Georgia")
[SAM]: Good evening, Miss Toni. Seat taken?
In the trial of The Determined, Soul Reinstatement is at the discretion of the God of Death. Ritual requires a public jury to bear witness. In the event of The Determined’s guilt, punishment is death.
[AKIRA]: All rise. The Judgement of The Determined is now in session. The honorable God of Death presiding.
[AKIRA]: For the defense, counsel is Vladislaus Straud.
[AKIRA]: For the prosecution, the Erinyes: Tiliphousia, Alekto, and Megeara.
[AKIRA]: Court is now in session. Don’t act like idiots.
A bolt of lightning rends the air. The courtroom is sealed for the start of the trial.
[AKIRA]: And don’t even think about disrespecting the God of Death. Or do. I would love a reason to ring someone’s fuckin’ neck.
Akira has only been in the Netherworld for a couple of hours, but already, he knows that everyone in Alice’s orbit is full of shit. It wasn’t clear exactly why they were lying to her. The place had a strange relationship with the Embodiments.
Actually, her realm had a strange relationship with a lot of beings, including Edith, but the Embodiments were the bigger problem. So far, he hadn’t learned much beyond their names. Discord was Eris, Grief was Oizys, Agony was Algea, Anxiety was Curae, and Asceplius was Disease.
Oh, and he knew they wielded the things they were named for like a weapon. Bryan kept insisting they were Alice’s powers, and they wanted to help, but it was obvious she didn’t control them, and the word “want” was doing a heavy lift.
“They don’t seem helpful,” Alice points out. “Why would I want them at this trial? They’re just gonna rile me up!”
“Technically, they’ll rile everyone,” Bryan corrects in a way that sets Akira’s teeth on edge. “No one is immune to the Embodiments on account of Asceplius.”
“What does that even mean?” Alice scowls.
“It means she’s an amplifier,” Akira answers.
Bryan looks both surprised and offended.
In a lot of ways, Vlad was right, Akira was absolutely a neanderthal. But he wasn’t stupid. And he knew magic. “Who directs them?”
Bryan gasps. “How did you—”
“You’re talking about animism.”
“I…yes, but—”
Akira’s patience is wearing thin. “This form is not what they are. Grief is not a dude in a blue suit. Agony is not some skeleton-looking motherfucker. Pretty sure Disease ain’t actually an emo chick in leather pants. Magic gives them a shape, but if they don’t have a purpose, they’d be hard-pressed to maintain it.”
He fixes Bryan with a dark look. “Someone or something gives them purpose because if they were doing it themselves, I would actually be enjoying my date instead of sitting here with you bony bastards”
Bryan straightens. He doesn’t have facial expressions, but the rage rolls off him. “They have purpose!”
It’s the first completely true thing he’s said so far. Akira tucks that piece of information away.
“And anyway, you’re asking a ridiculous question,” he continues indignantly, “You’ve already been told that they are powers of Death.”
“Yeah, but I don’t direct them.” Alice folds her arms and turns to Bryan’s siblings. “Mostly they make me feel crazy, and then someone else directs me away from them.”
Akira stands, enjoying the show. Admittedly, because he’s fucked up individual, he loses himself whenever Alice or Vlad needs something. Few things feel as good as them turning to him for comfort. But nothing compared to watching them wield their power with full confidence.
Whatever look Alice is giving the skeletons has them shrinking back, and he is here for it.
Bryan, of course, ruins the moment. “Well, technically, it didn’t happen. Your feelings aren’t real; they’re just—”
“Okay, you can fuck off,” Akira snaps. He looks at the other skeletons. “James, you’re up. Who controls the Embodiments?”
“Edith’s been administering the Netherworld in Alice’s absence. She’s the one who put up the wanted posters for you and Vladislaus.”
Akira frowns. “The what?”
“There’s a reward.” James twists their hands nervously. “You’re supposed to be killed on sight and tossed out to the in-between, so you can’t cause problems. She said you’re omens.”
Well, that was hilarious. And short-sighted. If they really thought Vlad and Akira were threats they should have sent an assassin to the mortal world years ago. Instead they were posting signs and wagging their fingers after the fact. What was this? Amateur hour?
“If it were up to me, I would’ve sent an assassin to the mortal realm before you even met her,” Missy huffs.
Akira can’t help but smile. Finally, someone was using some common sense. “An assassin skilled in magic?”
“Too easy for you to track,” she lifts a shoulder. “I’d want a weapons professional. Someone who can get in close range and use knives with a paralyzing agent, all smooth like.”
“This conversation is hardly appropriate,” Bryan hisses. “We’re getting distracted. There is an order to the ritual. We should be focusing on that.”
“No,” Akira shifts his attention to Alice. “But while we’re on the topic, we need to make sure you’re distracted so they can’t pull you in.”
“Oh, I can avoid paying attention like a champ, but I don’t think that’s enough. They had no problem getting to me last time, and I wasn’t even aware they existed. Edith has to direct them to focus on something else.” She glances towards the conference room where Vlad is meeting with his client.
“You have an idea?”
“Maybe,” Alice drags out the word, forcing him to hang on every syllable. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Akira grins and stretches his hands behind his head. “I think if Edith is anything like our uptight blue-hat-wearing bag of bones here, then we have the perfect creature to draw her attention.”
[EVAN]
The conference room was somehow both completely mundane and terrifying at the same time. Gruesome paintings of staff members hung from the walls, testifying to their accolades even as blood dripped from their eyes and sharp teeth burst from their mouths.
Evan watches warily as Death’s creepier boyfriend leans his elbows on the table. “I’m going to ask you a series of questions,” he begins in his crisp accent. “And I want you to reply as fast as you can, honestly or not. I don’t actually care. Sims and their wavy-gravy relationship with truth isn’t really my business.”
It’s a crazy thing to say. But before Evan can ponder it, Vladislaus spits out the first question. “Have you ever stolen anything?”
Immediately, Evan finds himself flustered. “Um, maybe. I don’t know. A pen?” he stumbles through a rambling explanation, but Vlad cuts him off mid-way.
“Wrong. You should say ‘define stolen.’ Does no one in your world ask for clarification?” He squints, “Gods, the imprecision of your conversations must be exhausting. Next question: Do you fear oblivion?”
“What?! Why would I—why is that even...?!”
“Good, that level of panic is perfect. Oblivion deserves our respect. Keep that energy.”
The questions continue in this manner until Evan is so confused, he begs Vladislaus to stop. “What are we doing?”
“Prepping for the trial.” Vlad looks perplexed. “Do you not understand what’s happening here? Are you addled?” He frowns briefly, “Don’t answer that; it will absolutely reflect poorly on me and my legal prowess. Next question: what do you value most?”
It should be an easy question, but truthfully, Evan is so exhausted and mystified by Vladislaus that he doesn’t even know how to answer. Should I try to be clever? Should I be honest? Should I lie? Vlad said he didn’t care, but everyone else seemed to think lying was a bad idea.
It was hard to know what answer would keep him from being eaten, so in the end, Evan goes with the only answer he knew to be true—the simple truth: Jayden.
Jayden is the one thing he values most. He loves him. He'd do anything for him.
Vladislaus looks pleased. “That is the only answer that matters.”
It’s unsettling, certainly, but Vlad’s smile seems genuine. They share a few quiet moments, and while Evan doesn’t feel hopeful, exactly, he does feel relieved. “How do you know so much about the Netherworld’s legal system?”
Vlad pauses and then laughs. In fact, he laughs so long that Evan begins to fear that he is a dead man for sure. “You are adorable. Next question: Have you ever danced with a ghost?”
“What?”
“Let’s talk dragons.” Vlad changes the subject so quickly Evan’s head spins. “Hypothetically, if a dragon threatened your boyfriend and kicked his ass, what would be the best way to go about killing it?”
Before Evan can answer, the door to the conference room swings open. Akira strolls in scowling. “Vladislaus, do not piss me off. I told you we are not doing shit about that dragon. We want to talk about the plan for Evan’s defense.”
Clearly excited, Vlad claps his hands. “Delightful. I love plans. Speaking of which, have I mentioned that I need a suit?”
“Do I look like I’m running a fuckin’ retail establishment? You have clothes, and for the record, you love to foil plans. But not this time. This time, you’re gonna do everything I tell you.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“You get to be the center of attention.”
Vladislaus’s smile is slow. “I love being the center of attention.”
Akira smirks. “Yeah. I know.”
“I think Vlad would look cute in a suit.” Alice gives Evan a warm smile and a wave. “Hi Evan! Ready for Judgement?”
There are a total of 5 couple poses. However, there are 10 group poses total, as each group pose has an option for the 2nd trimester and 3rd trimester.
Click here for the version of this pose pack with a lesbian couple.
For Pose 1, you will need the The Hipster Hugger couch (Base Game). For Poses 4 and 5, you will need a double bed. I used The Barnish Bed (Base Game). Place two teleporters in the middle of the objects.
Clipping may occur depending on your sims' bodies and clothes.
I would appreciate it if you tagged me if you use my poses! (@esorsims on Tumblr and Instagram)
Here they are, finally! I decided today was the day to go back and remake the version of Caleb I'd lost. I created Helena first, and I think she definitely turned out the closest. I'd like to tweak the Vatores more. Caleb especially needs different hair that doesn't really exist right now. But I'm glad I have them as bases to play around with (or not - maybe this will just end up being a one-off experiment). Also, you get to see what everyone looks like beside one another if I could be bothered with height consistency!
