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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gorgeous art by @valledorata
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BONUS CONTENT | unhinged edits, brain rot, lore, machinimas, etc.
ASKS + TAG GAMES | my inbox unleashed + other fun stuff
GAMEPLAY | me faffing around in my save file
SIDE STORIES | side adventures, household updates + some non-canon events
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BLENDER TUTORIALS | in which a baby tries to teach something
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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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 Vlad’s favorite things.
“Hey,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “You okay? You safe? You look upset.”
“No, I’m okay. I mean, I’m a little upset," Alice says, "There’s a lot going on. Is Vlad with you?”
“Of course,” Vlad steps into view and offers her a wave.
Akira was so worried about Vlad’s 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 Alice’s 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 coveted—to be precious.
He flashes her a confident smile. “You are looking quite divine, Magpie. How’s your evening going?”
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.
“Kind of shitty,” she sniffs. “I’m in the Netherworld, and I have to pass judgment on The Determined. There’s a whole ritual that I don’t know anything about, and if I fuck it up, then Evan will lose his husband.”
A dark look passes over Akira’s face. He grips the edge of the mirror. “Who the fuck is Evan?”
“The Determined. He came here to appeal to me, but I can’t just, like, give him what he wants. There’s a trial, and if he loses, then I don’t even get his soul; it goes to the Erinyes, and they eat it.”
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.
“It's bullshit!" she screams. "Why am I only eating his husband’s soul? All souls belong to me. They are MINE!”
Even through the mirror, he feels the force of her power. And maybe he should be scared, but all Vlad can think is that she’s 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. “Sorry, Evan. I’m not going to eat your husband’s soul, I promise!”
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. “Do not apologize to him. You don’t owe him shit. And you certainly don’t need to make him any fuckin’ promises.” He tilts his head as if he can peer behind her. “Evan? That’s your name? I don’t give a fuck why you came there, but the God of Death isn’t promising you shit. She—”
Vlad rolls his eyes and yanks him away from the mirror, “One second, please, we’ll be right back!”
Shoving Akira hard, he forces them to the opposite side of the room. “Are you insane?”
“What the fuck kind of question is that? No, I’m not insane, I’m protecting Alice from some dickhead who thinks he can march into the Netherworld and demand shit from her.”
“Request, you mean.” Vlad frowns. It was true that he found sims mostly mystifying, but Akira seemed to have no regard for how they operated at all. “Read the room. Alice needs help.”
“To snap his neck? Yeah. I got that part.”
Vlad looks to the ceiling and prays for patience. He doesn’t enjoy having to be the sane one. It goes against his very nature. “To get Evan’s husband back, you fucking Neanderthal.”
“Oh, so now you’re interested in playing ‘rescue the mortal’? I find you lying in a pool of blood and a pile of bones, and you want to act like you give a shit?”
Vlad hisses. “Why don’t you just give up if we’re so difficult?”
“Give up? All I’ve done all night is get my ass kicked and run all over creation trying to make sure you and Alice are safe.”
“And it will only get harder—”
“Exactly!” Akira smacks his forehead in a gesture of frustration. “So 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 ain’t my problem, and whatever it would cost for me to be interested in making it my problem, he can’t afford. I got bigger fish to fry, namely you two.”
Vlad falters. He wasn’t expecting agreement. He was pushing Akira because he had to be sure he wouldn’t break. On his own, Vlad required someone with the patience of a saint and the constitution of his grandmother’s evil rooster that refused to die. But with Alice? Akira would need to be twice that.
“Alice is sad because Evan is sad. She is a god, yes, but she is still soft-hearted. She is waiting for us…” he pauses because if he’s being honest, Alice isn’t waiting for him to solve anything.
He was a comfort, but she didn’t depend on him. And how could she? He regularly fucked off when consumed by his own whims. Tonight, he’d been all too happy to abandon her.
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.
“Vladislaus. Are you listening to me?”
Shit. Vlad tries to school his expression. “Listening 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.”
He is spoiling for a fight, but Akira refuses to engage, which is so unsettling Vlad feels momentarily sick. The fae is exhausted—running on fumes. What if dealing with Vlad used him all up?
“Stop thinking,” 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 Vlad’s neck. “Listen to me. If you want my hands anywhere near your dick on this date, you are going to settle down.”
Vlad licks his lips. He feels like prey caught in a trap. It’s exquisite. “What if I’m not motivated by sex?” he rasps.
Akira grins, the contrariness a game between them in this moment, rather than a source of tension. “Then I guess this isn’t a threat.” He squeezes hard for few brief moments.
It’s glorious. Sometimes, when Vlad got really comfortable he didn’t bother with his lungs or even his heartbeat. But the pressure forces him to be deliberate about breathing.
“Believe 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 Vlad’s neck, his voice soft. “I did promise to take care of you and Alice, and I will. We’re almost there. I just need you to hold together for a little while longer, and then I’ll give you a reward, agreed?”
“Will I like the reward?”
His smile is genuine. “Yes. We will all like it.”
The declaration settles Vlad. Warms him even. For the moment, he’s satiated. “I like when you hold my hand,” he says, offering a truth as gratitude. “Sometimes, when I dream of you, it’s all you do.”
Akira’s cheeks heat. He grabs Vlad’s hand and leads him back to the mirror.
Once there, Vlad blows Alice a kiss and winks. “As I said, Magpie, we would be delighted to help you with your trial. Since I’m the only one in this relationship with any legal experience, I will act as Evan’s counsel, and Akira will act as your…” he waves a hand as he tries to think up a role, “Bailiff.”
“And that’s what Akira wants?” She looks skeptical. “What does a bailiff even do?”
“Makes sure you can do what you want and kills anyone who gets in the way of it,” Akira says, which is a thoroughly incorrect but deeply romantic estimation of the job as far as Vlad is concerned.
“See? It’s all solved," Vlad laughs. "Now, how are we getting to you?”
“Through the mirror,” Alice glances at Evan and winces again. “I know I’m not supposed to apologize, but this is only the third time I’ve broken someone down into a billion little pieces and pulled them through space and time into my realm, so if it hurts, I’m sorry.”
Akira gasps. “Wait, what?”
But they are already gone.
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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.
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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 wasn’t 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 Nadia’s 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 wasn’t ready to tell everyone that he’d just been adopted and was getting used to a whole new family.
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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It's about that time, y'all. I have sim-storied into the sun, and now it's time for me to take a break.
But not before the thrilling conclusion of the second arc of Monster Date Night!
First, some apologies. I have been MIA. I've fallen behind on your stories. I've ignored asks and tag games. I AM SORRY. I had to lock in to finish this arc, and it turns out having a trial of life and death in the Netherworld in Blender was a massive undertaking that nearly took me out.
Like I said, I sim-storied into the sun.
But oh, how proud I am 😭
I want to take a few months to touch grass, play with my save file, and dream up how to solve all the problems I've created for my lovely characters (the thing about starting a zombie apocalypse is that you have to somehow end it 🧐). In the meantime, I am going to tackle my TBR of your lovely stories, and finally catch up on my backlog of asks and tag games.
Monster Date Night will be back for the final arc sometime in October, so you've got plenty of time to catch up.
And there's still more to enjoy!
I am headed out of town for vacay, but I've got the rest of Chapter 14 and Chapter 15 queued up. Vlad and Akira will plunge into the Netherworld and yes, The Determined will finally stand trial. 😈
Many, many thanks to @dandylion240 for trusting me with her character, collaborating with me, and writing some seriously beautiful prose as we wrap up Evan’s adventure in hell my story. It's been such a joy, and I don't think I would have pushed myself to try so many new things if not for her.
Also, shout out to @sirianasims who has graciously agreed not to push me out a window even though I cried to her every five minutes about how this thing I chose to do of my own free will was ruining my life. Don't worry, me and Blender didn't break up, but we are going to take a little break from each other, lol.
Alright, I want to say more, but my brain is complete mush. Chapters resume tomorrow! I won't be able to update my previous/next links for a little bit, so bear with me. You can always use Latest to see all the story posts in order, so hopefully that helps for the next few weeks until I can get my shit together.
