15+ MUST HAVE OCCULT MODS🦇(with LINKS!) | Sims 4 Mod Showcase
Today's video showcases some mods for occult/supernatural gameplay plus some halloween inspired mods now that we're nearing fall season! These mods add new gameplay, traits, aspirations, and more content for occult sims - including vampires, werewolves, spellcasters, and more!
i'm late to the party but i made maria into a spellcaster for @simblr-witchery-wednesday's occult swap theme ⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*
just reshade -> drawing hair, lighting, and magic in procreate -> sharpening and color grading in photoshop :D (also for anyone who is confident in their color grading skills i would appreciate constructive criticism bc idk what i'm doing lol)
Well, I played with genetics, and made Minerva's late husband, and Darrel and Gemma's dad. Meet Aurelius (for now). Aurelius is based on Darrel but has blue eyes like Gemma. Or the other way round, Gemma has blue eyes like Aurelius. I turned him into a ghost who maybe will return to life. I still haven't explored the Life and Death pack despite looking forward to it so much when it came out. Shame on me.
And before you wonder, but Tia, that's not a ghost! You can switch off the ghost overlay in CAS. Or else this picture would be rather boring, wouldn't it?
Someone called her name. A name she never imagined she would hear again after thousands of years.
But there was no one. No one was calling her. No one.
And then,
Her mouth opened. A silent scream...until she awoke.
Iris touched her chest. She was sweating.
“Damn you,” she said to no one in particular.
She sat up from her bed, body clammy. The remnants of the Tomarang heat clung to her body, and it made her feel uncomfortable, as the temperature cools down. Iris looked outside her window; it’s late afternoon.
She’s in Tomarang with the Selvadorada Temple Order. A necessary migration, but it's not permanent. The Watcher willed it to. But she knows they'll be back home to Belomisia, where she'll hear and feel the cool spray of the jungle waterfalls as she spars with Mata.
It took her another moment to bring herself back in the present. The sun will come down, and the night markets will soon open.
She decided to take a bath. It’ll cool her off, and make her forget the…dream…
Or was it a nightmare?
A foresight, perhaps.
Iris didn’t realize she almost spent an hour in the bathtub, and the sun had began to set. She stepped out of the bathtub, and then drained it, water droplets dripping down her body. Taking a deep breath, she started to dress up.
Iris could smell the aromatic dish Chief Song is preparing as she stepped into the temple. She found Raul and Lakandiwa sprawled on the floor, asleep, as Kashvi sat on the floor, eyes closed.
The vampire babaylan’s eyes twitched, and she smiled up at her. “Seeker Iris, have you cooled down?”
“I took a bath,” Iris replied. She took a moment to watch Raul and Lakandiwa. She could feel how hot they are just by looking at them.
“The Tomarang heat is different, no?” Kashvi said. “I miss our baths in Belomisia.”
Iris nodded. She stepped away from the group, walked to the altar, where the image of the Watcher stood. The image of Omisca. Pride swelled in her chest, knowing that the Tomarang people still believed in Her. However, she didn’t kneel nor prayed. She stood there, looking at it – gazing at it.
“Is something troubling you, Seeker?” Kashvi’s gentle voice brought her out of her trance.
Iris lowered her gaze. “…Mata’s awake, isn’t he?”
Kashvi hummed, “He went back inside to help Chief Song. He said he’ll bathe after you.”
“I’m going to the night market,” Iris said, stepping away from the altar. “I’ll meet him there.”
Kashvi watched her leave Ro Kaya Temple, a little confused.
Iris watched the vendors in the night market hawking their goods. She watched a tourist haggling a little trinket from the wares stall, and she made a face, huffing when she saw the tourist fail.
And then, she felt a gentle tug, her magic harmonizing with someone – with Mata. When she looked, he smiled at her. She looked away.
Side by side, they stood as they watched the night market scene.
“Are you hungry, Iris?” Mata asked. “Couldn’t wait for Chief Song’s dinner, hm?”
Iris ignored his teasing, continuing watching the scene before them. Mata’s teasing grin dropped. He studied his fellow Seeker’s face.
“Let's walk,” she only said.
“I’ve dreamt about something,” Iris started, “did you see it too?”
“I did,” Mata nodded. “I saw the Watcher enjoying her excursion with Diego. They’ve been lounging all day in the monastery pool.”
This caught her attention. Different dreams? This couldn’t be. Both of them dream the same thing.
As they approached the Lotus Plaza, Mata continued to describe his dream.
“And then the Watcher looked at me, straight in the eye,” Mata continued, “She was about to say something, but I woke up.” Sighing, “I’ll have to apologize to Her in the next dream.”
Iris paused. Mata noticed and stopped walking. “What’s wrong?”
“Mata,” her eyebrows knitted, “I didn’t have that dream.”
His smile faded a little.
“Mata, we have always had the same dream. We see it the same, as if we’re both there,” Iris almost growled, “What I had…it wasn’t Her talking to us. A…”
She whispered the last word, and if it wasn’t for his sharp ears, he wouldn’t be able to catch it.
Nightmare.
When was their last nightmare? He couldn’t remember, for their Lady Creator had made sure they will never dream a nightmare ever again. Mata watched her walk towards the Lotus Statue of Morensong, before following behind.
“You’re tired, Iris,” Mata said, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She could feel his magic enveloping her warmly. It's comforting. “I haven’t seen you rest well ever since the last meeting with Unit Thirteen.”
“How could I, Mata?” Iris huffed, gently pushing him away. “The Circle is active, again. I never rested well even when they were silent, and now that they could be anywhere…”
Mata’s voice is gentle and soft. “Tell me about the nightmare.”
She took a deep breath, eyes closed. “Let’s not – ”
“Tell me.” Mata touched her elbow.
Her fingers lightly touched her lips.
“I was walking down the old streets in Willow Creek…and then the pavement...softened. It made me unstable, as if the whole world wasn’t real. As if the whole world was unstable. I blinked. And then everything got dark. I was in the dark. Then a voice called me – called my name. The name I vowed to forget. My birth name. I screamed...and then I woke up.”
Iris cast her eyes downwards, and without missing a beat, arms wrapped around her, and she melted in her fellow Seeker’s embrace.
Deep into the night, when all the monici had retired to their rooms after their evening prayer and meditation, Iris found herself walking into the temple. Later, Mata found her meditating above the carpet.
“Are you not tired?” He asked.
“I’m not,” she replied without looking back nor opening her eyes.
“Scared of the nightmare?” he teased.
Iris huffed, losing her form. “No, it’s too hot in the bedroom.”
Mata joined her on the carpet as she sat down. “It’s not. I’ve recast a cooling spell around Ro Kaya. You broke it when you were having a nightmare. I think that was what the Watcher was about to say to me in the dream.”
She fell silent.
“We could sleep here together,” Mata smiled.
He didn’t hear anything but a sharp huff. They sat there for a while, Iris just staring down at the carpet. Not too long after, she laid down.
“You love that clover leaf earring from the Pupil, don’t you?” Mata teased again. “You have never removed that when you got it from the mail.”
He saw her closing her eyes with a huff. Mata chuckled.
Silence fell over them. Mata could feel the connecting magic he and Iris shared. It’s warm, it’s beating steadily. It comforts him, like a blanket, wrapping him, protecting him from harm. And then, he felt its beating slowing down.
Iris went deep into slumber, and Mata is there to stay, not allowing his fellow Seeker fall into the dark tendrils of a nightmare.
Footnote:
This one is very special because I believe I painted my Seekers as mysterious and otherworldly. They are chosen by the Watcher and gave them a portion of Her power and magic. One Seeker is strict, all prim and proper, and the other a gentle "monster". These two are technically angels, being close to the deity they worship, which is why I wrote them like that.
I have never painted them being emotional like this, and if they do, I always show them that they can contain such emotions and feelings, that they are bigger than those.
But there's more than meets the eye with our Seekers, and our First Seeker's nightmare is a clue for something much more bigger, a small peek from a window showing a big event from a complex history of the ancient occult.
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