Suggestions for good places to jump in (if not the beginning)!
thebramblewood's Legacy Universe:
A brief family history (with links to my pre-Simblr stories if interested).
Story tags (in ascending chronological order): Escape from Windenburg | Rowan's Restless Year | Growing Up Uchiyama | The Mourningvale Files | August & Devi [in progress]
While these are primarily gameplay-based, I'm working on a more formal story of adolescence, family, and the occult that will cover August's teenage years! Timeline TBD, but check in on my worldbuilding progress here.
GWEN'S GREAT ADVENTURES [hiatus] | PLAVI RAJ [hiatus]
Poor Beatrice and Belinda! It must be hard for them to have a sister who is soooo much younger and soooo much prettier than they are. Bianca is the youngest of three sisters that couldn't be any more opposite. Always being picked on and lashing back at her sisters, she doesn't know if it's because she's the youngest or her good looks that are the envy of her sisters. But really, does that give them any right to take it out on her? It's not her fault she turned out perfect! Maybe they'd be happier if Beatrice wasn't an old grump and Belinda wasn't so concerned about other people!
A little too vain for her own good but generally well-intended. In pursuit of a life of luxury, musical superstardom, the perfect tan. Stuck with a dusty inherited manor, a thankless gig as a band manager, cloudy skies that rarely break. Loves flirting, hates relationships. A natural whiz at broomwork and alchemy, though her lackadaisical interest in magic drives her oldest sister to insanity.
sorry i've been away from posting. i was desperate to play sims but my school stuff was so fcked up. few days ago the final exam week was finally over and this is the first thing i chose to make, bc edgewave month is about to end and i doooon't wanna miss it
this band Grand Choke/大窒息 is made up for the festival, maybe they do darkwave, electro industrial and gothic rock. i got funeral as the drummer, chion as the vocalist, bella as the synth player & finn as the guitarist (left to right in the poster). chion and bella haven't shown up in my page yet but you will see them in the future!
i actually have a whole concept for their debut album, might posting it later :>
"You know it's the quiet moments with him. The ones where we don't talk, where the mood between us feels like a wind through poppy fields. I've never loved anyone more, I didn't think it was possible. I've never felt so seen, so cherished, so loved by another human being. We might be stupid but no rational action can compete with true love. If I miss out on the chance of loving of Jameson Hastings for the rest of our lives, I'd regret it. I know I would."
"'In a cruel twist of fate you've ended up in a haunted house, possibly by the hands of some malevolent...' crap, my signal's gone. Oh well, I guess this is home now."
Fleur has arrived in Ravenwood with her typewriter, pet crow Edgar Allan (affectionately known as Egg), and a pressing need to find out what the heck happened to her prom date.
Odilia: "Freeloader, don't listen to her, she speaks only lies."
Mother: "Finish the job with this liar, we have the vessel now."
Odilia: "I told you to get out of here, why didn't you listen?"
Mother: "Malkor, I invoke thy name! Spill the blood, open thy gates."
The reality of the room began to unravel as the floorboards groaned, splitting open along a slow, wet pulse that felt like a throat expanding beneath the wood. An impossible weight hit the air, a sudden, crushing pressure that violently tore the cultists' grip from my skin and hurled me across the room.
My body collided hard against the far wall, the back of my head slamming into the solid timber with a sickening crack that flashed white-hot pain behind my eyes and blurred my vision into jagged streaks of red. Yet even through the blinding ache, I could see the foundations of the room tear themselves apart, welcoming Malkor's ascent.
Malkor: "Again, you bleed to wake me, my children…I know the hole in your hearts. I know the boy you scream for."
Pinned by fingers bruising my arms, I watched Odilia's upside-down body give a final, choking gasp as the blade tore deeper into her throat. Before me stood the monster who killed the very son they're now trying to resurrect. Through their eyes, I'm just a vacant husk to be gutted, choked by their sickly stench of rotting blood.
Cultists: Mother Malkor, the blood is being lost; if we don't bind it now, the vessel won't take. It has to be consumed through direct ingestion, from his own connection, there's no time!"
Malkor: "We mustn't keep my weeping children waiting; their grief is far too delicious."
The blinding ache in my skull surrendered to a suffocating weight as the world dissolved around me, the sulphur pouring into my lungs like liquid ash until the screams of the cultists vanished entirely. The solid timber of the wall gave way to a sudden, sickening drop, and when my hands finally slammed down to break my fall, it wasn't wood beneath my fingers, but the baking, scorching earth of a massive, fire-filled burial site.
Quentin: "What the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?"
???: "Is that really how you greet someone you love? A simple hello would have been nice, don't you think…my meadow?
Malkor: I've missed you so much, don't make this harder than it needs to be."
This isn't real
Quentin: Get the fuck off me, stand up, I'm going to kill you."
I know exactly who I am. I know that violence knocks at my door every single second I dare to breathe. My hands weren't carved to hold books; while my brother was taught to read and learn, I was only taught to kill. I know how terrifyingly thin human skin truly is, and how easily organs give way. I know you would hate to see me do this, hate to see me become the exact monster my family engineered me to be. But I have to defend myself. And if that means plunging these hands, which already shake hands with death, into the very creature that slaughtered you before my eyes… then so be it.
Devi's got a new job as a teacher and August's been making money restoring old appliances, so honorary Aunt Celene is called in for reinforcements. Rhi loves how easily she hands over dessert, but she's still a daddy's girl at heart.
