hair: do the vanity thing x @kikovanitysimmer
pearls: the timeless collection x @sentate & @rustys-cc
lingerie set: love sick set x @joliebean
shoes: sweetheart shoes x @madlensims
phone: vanity girl phone mod x @kikovanitysimmer
poses: baddie in bed x @pixanelle
Keisha beating a Thistle man to death with her bare hands
Jon Sims: Helen... Was that... a lie?
Carpenter at Perigloss counting out her kills over the tannoy
Arthur crawling naked out of a grave and beheading a guy with a shovel
Voting ended onJun 20, 2025
Transcripts for each moment under the cut:
Keisha, Alice Isn't Dead s1 e10:
"Fuck the Thistle man!
When he hit me, I hit back. He was stronger than I remembered. It was like being hit by a car. Mass without pity, just brutal physics. But I was hitting, too. Pounding at his face, his chest, biting, throwing myself into him.
I didn't feel pain. I was so full of fear that there wasn't any room for anything else. I fought using every wave of terror inside of me.
The Thistle man laughed when I hit him, and he kept punching, as thoughtless and inhuman as a rock slide on a highway. But I kept hitting too, and he stopped laughing. I clawed at his face, and his skin started to go, and that yellow fat oozed out.
He grunted, growled, flailed at me. He was no longer toying with me; he wanted to destroy me.
But I stayed on my feet. I tore at him with the last of myself, and finally, he was the one that fell, his teeth mashed into his cheek, shouting incoherently.
I went knees-first into his chest. I hit, and hit, and hit...[heavy breathing]
And then he was dead. He was dead! I had done it! I had won!"
Jon Sims, The Magnus Archives s5 e27:
"Jon: Helen… Was that… a lie?
Helen: [Too quickly] No!
Jon: A lie. A genuine untruth. Like a little bit of loose thread, flitting in the breeze.
Helen: Fine. You can go.
[SHIFTING, AND A NEW DOOR OPENS]
There’s the door. Just go!
Jon: Ceaseless Watcher!
Helen: No!
[THROUGH THE INCANTATION, THE HARSH BUZZ OF STATIC MINGLES WITH CREAKING WOODWORK AND CRUMBLING BRICK]
Jon: See this lie, this golden strand of falsehood. Take it in your gaze and pull it, follow through its curves and twists and knots as it unravels all before you.
Helen: No. No! No! No, Archivist! Stop! John, it’s me, it’s Helen. It’s me. I’ve always been your friend. Don’t do this to me. I have always helped you. I have always helped you and lent you doors. Think of all that I have done for you. If you do this, everyone inside me is dead!
Jon: Unweave it now, its fear and its falsehood, its hidden teeth and the ones it wears so proudly.
Helen: You’re no different – You are no different from me! You can’t save anyone!
Jon: Take all that it is and all that it has. It is yours!
Helen: No! NOOOOOO!
[HELEN’S VOICE IS STRETCHED AND VANISHES]"
Carpenter, The Silt Verses s2 e4:
"Helen: (Tensely) There’s an axe buried in the fucking wall, Alf. And writing.
Alf: (Reading aloud) ‘Four’.
[...]
And instead, we hear a calm, cold voice as CARPENTER cocks her rifle.
Carpenter: (Over the tannoy) Three.
We hear a gunshot over the tannoy - and very faintly, in the background as well. She isn’t far away.
Carpenter: (Over the tannoy)
Two.
[...]
Carpenter: (With absolute venom) How does it feel to know that you’re alone, sister? That nobody’s coming to help you, that there’s no kindness, no mercy left to be had?"
Arthur Lester, Malevolent s6 e1:
"Arthur: Let me out of here, you fucking animals!
John: Push, Arthur! (More impacts.) Break the fucking wood if you have to. I am not dying here.
Arthur (yelling): Let me out! (He growls in determination.)
John: Arthur, if you don’t get us out of here – (More impacts.)
Arthur: I will tear your fucking heart out!
John: Push, god damn it! (Splintering wood. Arthur strains himself.) It’s broken, the wood… break it more! (Arthur yells. More splintering.) Break the fucking lid, Arthur! Yes. The dirt is loose, falling inward but the wood is breaking! (More impacts.) Fuck your bloody knuckles… I don’t care if you break your fist! Get us out of here! (Wood cracking.) There! Get up! Get up! (Something groans nearby. It wheezes persistently.) Him.
Arthur: Where is he?
John: There’s a man before us. He’s holding a shovel.
Arthur: You motherfu –
John: He buried us alive!
Arthur: You…
John: Grab the shovel. You have it! (The creature wheezes.)
Arthur: You sick… fucking… (A thudding impact.)
John: Yes, Arthur!
Arthur: Fuck you! (He starts to scream in exhilaration. Continued impacts and sounds of gore.)"
