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Video Game Completed – Name: Oneironaut

Atlas: ASH!!!

Asher: Finally. Are you ready?

Asher: What was that for? Atlas: I finished. It’s done.

Asher: Oh my god, we did it? We fucking did it!!!

Asher: [laughing] Okay okay, put me down. We’re gonna be late.

Dawn: [offscreen] How did your appointment go. Asher: [offscreen] Great. Two healthy babies, everything looks good. Li: Ooh, they’re moving again. Atlas: Can I feel? Li: Of course!

Aspen: Whatta you doing? Asher: My babies are in there. I’m saying hello to them. Li: Do you want to say hi? Aspen: Hi!

Dawn: Ezra Ezra? Atlas: Yep. Dawn: He’s the last person I’d ever expect to leave. Did the town burn down or something? Atlas: [laughs] I don’t think so. Dawn: Wow. Good for him, I guess? Atlas: [shrugs] Dawn: How are you doing? It can’t be easy. Atlas: I’m fine.

Dawn: That bad, huh? Atlas: I said, I’m fine. Dawn: You only say you’re fine when things are really bad. Atlas: I say I’m fine when I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s not ruin a perfectly good day. Dawn: Okay. Dropping it. Atlas: Thank you. So, what’s new with you?

Dawn: Aspen finally started pre-school last week. Atlas: How’s that going? Dawn: Really well. I was able to get her into the same one as Mei. Having a friend there has really helped. She’s actually excited when I drop her off. Rude if you ask me. She could at least try to act sad when I leave. Atlas: Aw. I’m sure she’s just putting on a brave face, for your sake. Dawn: [laughs] That must be it.

Dawn: It’s good though. Now that she’s out of the house for most of the day, I’ve decided to go back to work. Atlas: Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Dawn: I’m going back to the Dreamer Foundation. Obviously, my old position wasn’t available, so I’ll just be doing, like, part-time administrative work. I don’t mind though. It’s low-stress and gets me out of the house. Eventually, I can work my way back up again. Atlas: That’s great. I’m happy for you.

Asher: I’m done. Your turn. Atlas: Are you tapping out already? Asher: Yep. I’m gonna throw my back out at this rate. Dawn: You know you don’t have to toss her around like that constantly. Asher: I know, but it makes her laugh and I’m a sucker for it.

Li: Are you sure you’re ready to have two little gremlins? Atlas: You mean aside from not having a house or a stable income yet? Li: Of course. Asher: We’ve never been more ready for anything. Cook ‘em faster, will ya? Atlas: Or not. We do actually need a house and a stable income. Asher: Yeah yeah.

Dawn: It’s getting late. We should get going. D’you want to come over for dinner before you head back? Atlas: No thanks. Kinda feel like relaxing here for a bit, maybe watching the sunset. Asher: Such a romantic. Atlas: [laughs] Oh yeah, that’s me. Dawn: Well, enjoy it. Let me know when you get home safe. Atlas: I will.

Akira Kibo アキラキーボ

Chapter 11.1 - A Little Stab-Cute

Vlad doesn’t waste a moment before tackling Akira to the ground. 

“Is this how you greet every visitor?” 

“We don’t have visitors.” His eyes are wild as he wraps a hand around Akira’s neck. “We have enemies.”

That was a fucking understatement.

The Strauds greeted the mailman with a hatchet if the mood moved them, and they had a virtual graveyard hidden in these hills. Sims (it was always sims) seemed determined to fuck around and find out.

“Do I look like an enemy?” Akira teases. He's hoping to rile Vlad enough to throw him off his game, but the man is focused. Growling, he plunges his knife into Akira’s side. It’s unpleasant but also invigorating.

No fae ever died from anything so small as a knife wound. Healing it is almost as easy as breathing. 

“Hold still!” Vlad hisses, as he pulls the knife out and lifts his arm to bring it down again. He tightens his hold on Akira’s neck, veins popping as he squeezes harder.

Lust and lightheadedness war as Akira snaps his arm up to block the knife’s descent. “I want you to know my devotion, but you get one.”

“I get as many as I need.” Vlad’s nostrils flare as he bares his teeth. “You have been haunting me!” He tries to thrust the knife in again. “You made me think I was crazy! I couldn’t sleep! I couldn’t eat. I thought you were a figment of my imagination!”

There’s a broken note in his voice that stops Akira cold. “Time out. You didn’t imagine me.” He pushes the knife away and sits up slightly, rubbing the bruises on his neck. “And I was never trying to make you feel crazy. That wasn’t my intent. You should not have seen me but I guess that was my bad.”

Gently, as if he hadn't just been trying to slit Akira's throat, Vlad reaches down and strokes the tips of Akira’s ears. “You are far prettier up close than I imagined,” he murmurs.

Akira shifts, suppressing a groan. This isn’t a great location for sex, but Vlad is literally sitting on his dick and looking at him like—

“Can I behead you?”

“What the fuck? No! Get off me!”

Vlad rolls to his feet and pockets the knife in one smooth movement. “I wasn’t asking permission. I just wanted to know if it was a viable method for killing you.”

The fucking ego on this guy.

“I am not telling you how to kill me,” Akira bites out. “In what universe would I pop into your yard to give you a crash course on how to eliminate me?”

“In the same universe where you’ve been hiding in the bushes like a rockstar cosplaying an assassin.”

“Excuse me?”

Vlad tilts his head, his eyes glinting silver in the moonlight. He really is gorgeous. “You’re wearing leather pants.” 

Akira feels a blush rising at his blatant stare. “There is nothing wrong with leather pants. I don’t know why you would bring that up.”

Vlad doesn’t agree or disagree, he simply lunges. And that’s how Akira learns the sim is fast. 

Preternaturally so.

His momentum works against him, though. As he twists, Vlad’s knees hit the pallet of construction bags behind him and he falls backward.

Akira dives after him, taking one blow to the jaw before dodging a second. “Are you finished?” he grounds out.

“No. I am just getting started. I could do this all night.” 

The combination of conviction and breathlessness sends Akira’s pulse racing. “Yeah, I could too, but I think we’ve got better ways to pass the time.” 

“Do you want a weapon?” Vlad purrs, but Akira has learned his lesson. The man could go from seduction to murder in under 60 seconds. He doesn’t relinquish his position, gripping Vlad’s thigh before he can kick out.

"Nope. And you’re not gonna kill me because you’re gonna date me."

“Date you?” Vlad goes still. “I’m flattered, but I couldn’t possibly. I’m already seeing someone.”

Leaning down until his lips are nearly by Vlad's ear, Akira whispers, “I know. She’s gonna date me too.”

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Death Type: Crows

💼 Supervising Entity: Netherworld Department of Death

🦅 Subdepartment: Critters and Creepers Control » Wrangling all things venomous, vicious, and viney «

💀 Reaper: Corvina

⤷ Role: Earthly Harbringer ⤷ Alignment: Benevolent ⤷ Territory: Ravenwood

⏳ Decedent: Lady Ravendancer Goth

☠️ Death Trigger: 「 🎬 」 Provoke a pet crow multiple times ➥ Pack required: Life & Death 👻 Ghost Quirks:  ✦ Gain an uncomfortable buff when provoking the crow again ✦ Crows will only bring common gifts from now on

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💀 Corvina » Don't cross Corvina — or her crows. Keep your distance, stay respectful, and you’ll walk away just fine. « — Mr. Mortis ✦ Genetics ⊱ Hair • Eyes • Skin • Gradient • 💀 1 + 2 • Claws ✦ Clothes ⊱ Dress (+ Necklace) ✦ Accessories ⊱ Headpiece • Jewlery

⏳ Lady Ravendancer Goth ⊱ Hair + Acc • Dress* • Necklace • Sandals

* Life & Death

C R E A T O R S

Corvina @sentate @yin-shimo @regina-raven @cerberus-cc @remussirion

Lady Ravendancer Goth @feralpoodles @flowermilksims @jius-sims

Bollhusgränd* - a family home in the Old Town, Nordhaven *taken directly from the street names in Gamla Stan, Stockholm