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Elita: Then as fearless as you like, Borson strutted up to Kane and Azura. The enigmatic Borson who had not long ago put Senator Moriarty in his place was now fixing to do the same thing again but with the evil at this table it was a tall order.

Borson: Kane, and Azura, I might have a moment of your time. I don’t have an appointment, but this won’t take long.

Dream: Azura looked up and recognition flared up in her eyes and a small bit of a fear, a face she’d not seen in a very long time looked down at her. She wasn’t smiling anymore, it seems she knew more than well that “Borson” was about to try to ruin all of her fun.

****

Elita: Kane rose to his feet annoyed that his evening of cigars and excessive alcohol consumption had been ruined. Azura got up slowly and carefully, she didn’t take her piercing eyes off of Borson for a second.

Kane: Mr Borson Fatherall as I live and breathe. What can I help you with?

Borson: You can start by telling me what happened to my employee. 

Kane: Borson, how the hell would I know what happened to your employee? What has your staffing matters got to do with me?

Borson: Must you insult my intelligence? My birds know of your “operation” and I don’t approve. I know my employee is now your employee and I know she’s like her. She was a sweet girl and I am extremely angry.

Kane: I’m sorry to hear that Borson, but, I’m afraid I couldn’t care less about you, or your so-called “sweet girl.” Besides, if she is working for me, she’s earning more than you ever paid her.

Azura: You. You died. If you think threats will change anything, I would think again. You should go back to being dead. Things were better when you were dead.

****

Borson: It’s amazing what you can accomplish in a moment of desperation as you slide down the gullet of a giant beast. I imagine you’ve had plenty of -things- down your gullet as well Azura. 

Azura (silly mode): Meanie, you’re still so mean as always. Poor thing, didn’t get to eat its snack. No wonder it was so hungry after the battle. Then mean old Gargareans and their ugly Amazon women killed it… Poor baby. I liked that creature. He was sweet and vicious.

Borson: I’m sure you did, it was even less intelligent than you are if such a thing is possible. The years have not been kind to your mind Azura. 

Azura: I don’t like you. You’re not going to stop us. We’re having lots of fun and I won’t let you ruin it. My new Kane is better than anyone. He’s the best. 

Kane: Mr Fatherall, my partner and I were enjoying some of the finer things and you’ve ruined it with your wild accusations and ridiculous talk. 

Borson: I have not finished ruining your night either. I’ve come to warn you that your club, your sick little empire is going to crash and burn. You will lose it all if you keep on this path, and stay with this…. Creature.

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Will be MIA for a couple days, tomorrow is my birthday and I plan on spending it with my boo. With the traditional sacrificial favorite pizza shop pizza and a birthday cake, usually with something, funny, cute or witty on it.

When I get back, I may have some writing for ya or some lore. Not sure yet, but something soon. until then. @helenofsimblr's posting some stuff and I'm reblogging that.

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Borson: Regrettably, I have neither the time nor inclination to debate with you, and certainly no desire to fight. 

Judith: What… are you… doing… to me…?

Borson: I’m helping you. You aren’t completely dead, you vampires, but dead enough. That means my powers work on you to a point. So to accelerate this conversation to its logical end, I am going to help fan the embers of your humanity into a bigger fire. I know that you will come right in the end, and in fact you’re going to be a war hero young lady…

Judith: I don’t… want… your… help…

Borson: Með Dagazs mátt, brýt ég bölvun eilífrar nóttar á sálu þessarar ungu meyjar. Lát dagrenningu rís á hana. Rekið skuggana burt er hjarta hennar halda, og fyllið myrka sál hennar að fullu með ljósi!

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Elita: Judith collapsed to her knees. Borson didn’t hurt her, but the niggling doubts and disquiet of her wicked deeds were now louder than ever. He said he’d help her… but to her it didn’t feel like any help at all.

Judith: Why did you do that?

Borson: You feel that? Guilt? Regret? Shame?

Judith: I should kill you…

Borson: We both know you can’t do that. But we also know that even if you could, you wouldn’t because it's wrong. Now you know right and wrong again. You’re welcome. It’s not a cure, but it's a start. Nice tats, by the way.

Judith: I hate them…

Borson: You’ll get rid of them not to worry. Curing you is a 3 part process, I’ve done the soul, you’ll need a Dreamwalker to do the mind, luckily, you know one, and your brother can do the body. Have a pleasant evening Judith. I’m going to talk to your boss.

****

Judith: She’s dangerous. 

Borson: I am aware just how much. Thank-you for the warning. Don’t look so sad, there are better days ahead. You could just go home, right now. 

Judith: I can’t… I can’t face them. I’m scared I’ll… hurt them. Or try to.

Borson: In good time. I’m afraid Judith, if you have any more evil plans to conduct they shall be a lot harder to do now. 

Judith: What’s the catch for all this? This so called “help” and this cure you speak of? Not that I want any of it…

Borson: Your eye. You’ll never get it back. But a small price to pay I think. I too paid with an eye once. Depth perception is overrated. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I bid you good evening.

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Borson: You wouldn’t want to try that. Better than you have attempted and failed. But let's be real for a moment…

Judith: So this is what Vince must have been feeling… look pal, I’m having a shitty night, I don’t fucking want you here. I am a dangerous person and I will demonstrate how much so if you don’t, fuck right off. 

Borson: Shut your mouth, you petulant child and pay close attention. I know what you are, vampire.

Elita: That got Judith’s attention…

****

Judith: What?

Borson: I know what vampires are, and if you’re here now, then that means that the sanctity of this place is now tarnished, but you, you are not like other vampires. I know you're struggling with your humanity. 

Judith: You don’t know shit.

Borson: Most vampires would have not dared, speak to me like you did. Your senses are clearly dulled by internal conflict.You are strong and… remarkably… you’re of my bloodline, but clearly corrupted into this beast before me. So I want to make you an offer since fate has brought us so. 

Judith: I don’t want anything…

****

Borson: You haven’t heard my generous proposal. I will offer you sanctuary with me, I will supply you with enough blood to keep you fed, till a cure can be effected.

Judith: That… that’s not possible.

Borson: For most, it isn’t. But for you, it is possible. You have a wonderful ancestry child that dates back to the Genesis Wars themselves, YOU, can be cured. And your brother has the means to do it.

Judith: I don’t need curing! I’m not sick. This is a gift!

Borson: Is it a gift to end the lives of others? A gift to live in a world of darkness? 

Judith: I don’t age. I like that part. 

Borson: That’s the vampire talking.

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Elita: In the heart of downtown San Myshuno one particularly tired gentleman was wanting a good nightcap, and maybe the company of a sophisticated lady too perhaps? Borson Fatherall, walked assuredly to the bar, one of his favourite haunts. Borson loved the different blends available here, from whiskey’s, rums, brandy’s, ports, the list was endless.

****

Elita: As he rounded the corner, he was confronted with an interesting situation. Something that had never happened before to him. Conversely, Judith, after tormenting the poor detective, now it seems, frequents cigar bars. Judith smoked a little during her teen years, pre vampire but these days she wasn’t really one for it, so other reasons had her there… 

Borson: Well, this is a surprise. There was me thinking that I was the only one with a missing eye. 

Judith: I’m sure you’ve waited years to use that on somebody. Now that you have that’s one more thing to tick off the bucket list, huh old timer?

Borson: *Chuckles* Sarcasm is the recourse of witless individuals.

Judith: I’m not witless, you’re just not worth using the good stuff on, cyclops. 

Borson: That’s more like it. 

****

Judith: While this has been lovely, you best go inside old man, where it’s warm.

Borson: I come from a place where it’s always cold. May I join you?

Judith: No. I’m having a quiet drink alone, fuck off.

Borson: I think your interpretation of the situation is rather optimistic and doesn’t confront the less palatable realities of your station here.

Judith: Um, what the fuck does that mean?

Borson: You’re on duty my dear. 

Judith: I am so considering killing you now old timer.

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WIP image for the Archives of the Van Richtens (aka The Big Book of Supernaturals)

Thinking about adding text to this and then putting text below for translations. Drawings would be done by Van Richtens and their ancestors, some by R.T. himself.

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A NoTel Night 10/10

The entire night was filled with more of the same high intensity sexual escapades and eventually Guy fell asleep and, in the morning, he woke up alone. He was a bit disappointed in that fact, but she’d made it clear. This was how she wanted their relationship to be, and Guy would try to respect that, but somewhere in his mind, he knew it was already more than that for him and he needed to figure out how to make her see that they were perfect for each other. His eyes noticed a bit of breakfast on the table and a note, 

“See you again soon. Xoxo DC.”  

He smiled and after a brief shower, he headed for home. Not his home, but to visit with his family. He’d been a bit lax about that lately and since he wouldn’t be able to see DC until the evening… he had time to kill. 

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A NoTel Night 9/10

The spice contained below is in text format for your viewing. Please remember this is adult content and is not suitable for people mentally or physically under the age of 18. The text below the cut is the entire scenes after Guy and DC trash the Springs bar. It's intended for mature audiences.

You can always skip this part, it's not mandatory to read. It goes into great detail with pictures on what happens. The post after this one will summarize what happened over the course of them leaving the alley. Remember, you can skip this if you don't want to read or see spicy meatballs.

The text below the cut is quite long, so sorry not sorry.

SPICE -> HERE <- WITH PICTURES - YAY!! @helenofsimblr is amazing!

You should thank her for these images and poses. Seriously... cause I can't deal with the sims 4 anymore.

Her words fueled his desire even further. He lifted her effortlessly, positioning her against the rough brick wall so that he could bury himself deep inside her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust hard and fast.

"Yes, fuck me, Guy," she begged, her voice ragged with need. "Make me yours."

He obliged, pounding into her with relentless intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, making it impossible to think of anything else. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on with every moan and gasp.

"You like that, huh?" he growled, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. "You like being fucked like this?"

"God, yes," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't stop, please."

He didn't. In fact, he only increased his pace, driven by the raw passion between them. The world outside the alley ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them locked in a primal dance of lust and power.

Just as they were reaching the precipice of ecstasy, Guy suddenly pulled out, leaving her breathless and aching for more.

"What the hell?" DC demanded, glaring at him. "Why did you stop?"

—

He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "Trust me, you'll like what happens next."

DC could feel the adrenaline still coursing through her veins as she pulled away from Guy, their breaths mingling in the chilly night air. The alley was a mess of broken bottles and scattered debris, a stark contrast to the raw energy that had just surged between them. She could taste the faint tang of blood on her lips, a reminder of the violence they’d just witnessed and participated in.

"Let's get out of here," she said, her voice low and husky. Her red eyes locked onto his blue ones, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper, darker. "There's gotta be a motel nearby."

Guy nodded, swallowing hard. His hands were still trembling slightly, but not from fear—from the intensity of the emotions swirling inside him. He reached out, fingers brushing against hers before tightening their grip. Together, they walked briskly down the alley, the sounds police and ambulance heading to the bar fading into the distance.

They found a rundown motel just a few blocks away. The sign flickered, as they approached the Notel Motel was always open. DC didn’t hesitate; she pushed open the door and strode inside, Guy following close behind. The lobby was small and dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap cigarettes and stale beer.

The clerk behind the counter barely looked up from his dirty tv show. "Room for two, yeah?" he asked flatly, not bothering to hide his disinterest.

"Yeah, you know the one I want." DC replied, pulling out a crumpled wad of cash from her pocket. She slapped it down on the counter, not bothering to count it out. "Give us your best room."

“Oh, it’s you Dollface. Yeah, so I don’t have to give you the rules. That’s good. That room is always open to a hottie like you. My offer still stands, if this big hunk of meat isn’t enough, I’ll be waiting here for ya, Kapeesh?!” Mr. Krahbs shrugged and handed over a key without comment. DC snatched it up and turned towards the hallway, Guy trailing after her. They made their way to the room at the end of the dirty corridor.

She unlocked the door and shoved it open, stepping inside without waiting for Guy. The room was small, just a tv bolted to the floor, a queen bed, a half broken down couch, with a few plastic plants and a place to wash up. The sheets were a dingy white, stained in places with who knew what. DC didn’t care. All she cared about was getting Guy alone, finally.

Guy closed the door behind them and leaned back against it, watching her with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. DC crossed the room in a few long strides, her body tense with need. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Their tongues tangled aggressively, teeth clashing as they devoured each other’s mouths. DC’s hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. She could hear his breathing hitch, feel his heart pounding against her palms. It only fueled her desire further.

She broke the kiss, gasping for breath. "Take off your clothes," she demanded, her voice rough with lust.

Guy needed no further prompting. He quickly stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso that was both powerful and lean, covered in a light sheen of sweat. DC’s eyes darted over every inch of him, drinking in the sight. Then she reached down, unbuckling his belt and tugging his jeans down his legs, leaving him standing there in nothing but his boxers.

DC stepped back, giving him a once-over. "You look good enough to eat," she murmured, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Guy’s eyes darkened, and he reached for her, but she stopped him with a smirk. "Not yet," she said, her tone challenging. "I want you to beg for it."

Guy’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Please," he whispered, the word torn from his throat. "Fuck me, DC."

Her smile widened, and she took a step closer, her fingers curling around the waistband of his boxers. She tugged them down slowly, savoring the way his breath caught in his throat. When they were finally pooled around his ankles, she let them drop to the floor.

Guy was fully erect, his cock standing tall and proud. DC’s mouth watered at the sight. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands wrapped around his shaft. She stroked him slowly at first, then faster, her thumb rubbing over the velvety head.

Guy groaned, his head tilting back as he fought to keep control. "God, DC… please…"

She glanced up at him, her red eyes gleaming with mischief. "What do you want, Guy?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.

"I want you to suck me," he ground out, hips twitching as she continued to stroke him. "Please, DC. I need it."

DC laughed softly, a sound that was both wicked and alluring. She released him long enough to unzip her own pants and push them down, along with her underwear. She was already wet, her panties soaked through with desire.

She rose to her feet, pressing herself against him. "On the bed," she commanded, her voice brooking no argument.

Guy obeyed instantly, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs. DC climbed onto the mattress, positioning herself between his thighs. She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his straining cock.

"Tell me how bad you want it," she purred, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.

"I want it so bad," Guy panted, his hands fisting the bedding. "Suck me, DC. Please."

With a satisfied hum, DC wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside. Guy’s hips jerked upwards, seeking more friction.

DC obliged, increasing the pace, her mouth working in perfect rhythm with her hand. She could feel his pulse racing, his breathing growing ragged. She loved the power she had over him, the way he lost himself in the sensations she was creating.

"Harder," he groaned, his voice strained. "Fuck, DC… harder."

She complied, taking him even deeper, her throat contracting around his length. Guy’s fingers tangled in her short black hair, guiding her movements. He was close, so close, and she could tell by the way his hips bucked violently, his moans turning desperate.

"Almost there," she whispered against his skin, her voice muffled by his cock. "Come for me, Guy."

That was all it took. With a guttural cry, Guy exploded, his seed filling her mouth. DC swallowed every drop, relishing the salty taste. When he was spent, she pulled back, licking her lips suggestively.

"Now it’s my turn," he said, his voice dripping with promise. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply. In a swift movement, he turned her onto the bed and pushed her thighs open, he leaned down between her legs and looked up at her with his striking blue eyes. “Mind if I have a taste?”

Lust filled eyes looked down at him and she grabbed his head and slammed it into her vagina. He let her hips guide his tongue as she ground on his face and a few moments later she let out a pleasurable scream. “Guy fuck me now.” she demanded.

He wasted no time in switching his position, he entered her and began thrusting, she sat up and grabbed him around the neck, “Fuck me against the wall, like we did in the alley, tell me how hot it was. Tell me all the things you want to do to me and leave me bruised in the morning. I want to feel this cock until you fill me up again in a few days.”

He hesitated for a moment, worried he’d actually hurt her. The words she said were as if a siren called to him, it was hard to restrain himself, but he didn’t stop moving, “Are you sure? I can be a bit rough if I let loose.”

“Do it.” She said in a husky voice. He obliged, but still held back more than he wanted to. He whispered anything and everything nasty and dirty that he could think of, and she just moaned for more. She climaxed again and he carried her back to the bed. She lit a cigarette and smoked while they lay naked on the bed, they were spent for a moment.

“You do know you can go harder, right? I’m not some pansy fluff you’ve fucked before. Give me more. You can go again, yes?” she said as she gently touched the tip of his still hard dick.

He smirked at her, “Of course I can. I can go all night. It’s just usually, the women that I sleep with can’t keep up.”

“Well, I’m not your usual, am I? Let’s break the bed. I’ll pay for it.” DC let a long puff of smoke slide out of her mouth. “Let me ride you until I’m done with this cigarette. Then we can do all the things those meager little frumps won’t let you do.” 

The entire night was filled with more of the same high intensity sexual escapades and eventually Guy fell asleep and, in the morning, he woke up alone. He was a bit disappointed in that fact, but she’d made it clear. This was how she wanted their relationship to be, and Guy would try to respect that, but somewhere in his mind, he knew it was already more than that for him and he needed to figure out how to make her see that they were perfect for each other. His eyes noticed a bit of breakfast on the table and a note, 

“See you again soon. Xoxo DC.”  

He smiled and after a brief shower, he headed for home. Not his home, but to visit with his family. He’d been a bit lax about that lately and since he wouldn’t be able to see DC until the evening… he had time to kill. 

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A NoTel Night

Thanks to the graciousness of my kaiju cohort @helenofsimblr who provided the pictures for this piece. Otherwise it'd just be text. She's a queen and I appreciate greatly her skill and patience with me and with the sims 4.

Spoilers triggers below the cut for folks who feel the need to block them. The story requires these adult topics and are not for people mentally or physically under the age of 18.

There will be:

violence

spice (if you know you know... *wink*)

smoking

drinking

alcoholism

fighting

I will post a text only version of spice and add a link if you'd like a helping of images to go with your spice.

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This happened on my X feed and ... well.. it's hilarious.

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Not trying to be one of "those" anons but, I'm not the only one who thinks what Guy did there while out with DC was a massive abuse of his power, right? That first man could have had his neck broken!

Not sure who "those" anons are, but you're not wrong friend. It was a massive abuse of his power. He could have snapped them all like twigs! They're heckin' lucky to be alive!

He's on a dangerous path and if someone doesn't course correct this, things could get most dangerous. Those men are lucky to even be alive.

I will tag @helenofsimblr incase she would like to chime in with her own reply as well!

Thanks so much for stopping in and reminding us all how dangerous a man with that kind of power can be if left unchecked.

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!!!!! ---> Reminder <--- !!!!!

Things are about to get steamy.... triggers included under the cut

mature themes

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adult themes

Upcoming

A NoTel Night

Thanks to the graciousness of my kaiju cohort @helenofsimblr who provided the pictures for this piece. Otherwise it'd just be text. She's a queen and I appreciate greatly her skill and patience with me and with the sims 4.

Spoilers triggers below the cut for folks who feel the need to block them. The story requires these adult topics and are not for people mentally or physically under the age of 18.

There will be:

violence

spice (if you know you know... *wink*)

smoking

drinking

alcoholism

fighting

I will post a text only version of spice and add a link if you'd like a helping of images to go with your spice.

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A NoTel Night 8/10

"Get out of my way," she growled, slicing through the air with deadly intent. The men backed off, realizing they were no match for the fiery woman with the sharp blade.

Guy took advantage of the distraction, delivering a final, crushing blow to the leader of the pack. The bar fell silent, everyone staring in shock at the two of them standing tall amid the wreckage.

DC sauntered over to Guy; her eyes locked onto his. "Impressive," she purred, running a finger along his jawline. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Guy chuckled, "Just getting started, baby."

His words sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat between them growing, a palpable tension that neither wanted to ignore any longer. The adrenaline from the fight had only heightened their desire, and they both knew it.

Without warning, DC grabbed Guy's hand and pulled him toward the exit. "Let's get out of here," she said, her voice low and husky.

He didn't need to be told twice. They burst out into the alleyway, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat simmering inside them. DC pressed Guy against the wall, her body flushed against his as she devoured his mouth with hungry kisses.

"Fuck, DC," Guy groaned, his hands roving over her curves. "You drive me crazy."

She grinned, nipping at his bottom lip. "Good. I want you to lose control."

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A NoTel Night 7/10

Dream watched a bit more, "Ah, violence is always about power or love... today it's about love isn't it? Or maybe it's power? Hmm... perhaps a bit of both..."

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A NoTel Night 6/10

Dream chimes in, "There's really no need to narrate this carnage, but I will step in for a time. It was brutal and would be the nightmare of these men for several years. It was exquisite brutality and these humans are lucky to be alive against Professor Robinson."

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Thanks for the inspiration!