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[pixeldolly]

The Sacrifice - Part 10

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"The idol's gone, Eliza. I displaced it into Yg's core; if that doesn't melt it, nothing will. Either way, nobody's ever getting their hands on it again."

Yg...the name flashed through Eliza's reeling mind. It was an incalculably old star, a bloated red giant orbited by the lifeless husks of three nameless planets on a plane of existence so remote, fact gave way to rumor and conjecture.

None of that mattered.

Not even her disfigurement mattered, weighed against this new calamity.

Eliza could have struck Fiona dead right then and there, if she hadn't been frozen in utter terror.

The Chkrxgmbvegh, the Nameless One, also felt the shift in the planes.

It felt the inexorable pull of the abyss, as its hold on the material plane began slipping away. Already, it could smell the familiar stench of sulphur and rot and hear the cries of the damned, but the demon was furious.

It had been cheated.

"Witch! Thisss iss your fault! Your sssuffering shall be legendary, even in Hell!"

It did not specify which of the two witches it was speaking to, but Eliza Clare could sense the demon's red-hot ire even as it was pulled into a vortex of lurid un-light. That burning, vengeful anger was aimed at her.

"No, please! It wasn't my fault! SHE's the one, SHE did it!"

"I'll fix it, I swear! I'm begging you, give me another chance!"

Eliza's pleas fell on deaf ears. If the demon was listening, it didn't care; all it cared about was revenge.

She screamed as the fire ignited under her feet, engulfing her with a speed that was unnatural, unstoppable. Eliza thought she knew pain, but she was soon to be disabused of that notion.

She also knew with a certainty that did not originate within herself that this, too, would pale before future torments. Demons did not forgive.

And there was nothing she could do to change it. In a flash of insight dying minds are sometimes granted, Eliza realized that she had been hurtling towards the inferno all along, unable to feel the heat.

Maybe, once, a different outcome had been possible, but the point of no return had come and gone long ago. For the first time in decades, Eliza tasted regret, bitter as a mouthful of poison.

And then, she saw.

A stern father, a Jacoban preacher, trying to "beat the magic out of her."

A resentful mother berating her, knowing she could never, ever be good enough.

Herself as a young woman, vowing she would never be made to feel powerless again, no matter the cost. Sentiment was a weakness to be exploited, which she would cut out of herself as one would an infection.

Her son in her arms, her resolve weakening. It did not break.

Her son...

Then, Eliza saw no more.

"Wh- What happened? Where'd that thing go? Uuughh, I feel like I was hit by a goddamn truck!"

"Banished back to its home dimension. It sounded none too pleased about it, which means a certain blonde witch is being shown the hospitality of the Hellplanes as we speak."

"The fire...shit, are those ashes...?"

"Yep. Didn't leave much behind, did she?"

"Fucking hell - Roman!"

"He's fine. Luckily, the demon only took Eliza."

"Luckily? Sounds like you weren't sure what would happen."

"Well, I wasn't, exactly. I made an educated guess that it would see Eliza as the bigger prize. She'd sold her soul to that thing years ago - Roman was an advance payment on that debt, but it was never going to be enough. The Nameless One was toying with her; it would've demanded more and more, until she could no longer pay."

"Uhuh. And what if it had decided to take both of them?"

"That was a possibility, but I figured it only had enough power left to take one or the other."

"You gamble an awful lot with people's lives, Fiona."

"Considering the alternative was that we all died, I like to think it wasn't unreasonable."

"Fair, I guess. I'm okay too, by the way. Fuck, this bite burns like a motherfucker though! Is demon spit toxic?"

"Jacob...?"

"I'm here. Everything's going to be okay!"

"Where is -"

"It's gone. Fiona banished it; I think. You're safe now."

"And my...mother?"

Jacob pursed his lips; giving that woman the title of "mother" felt like a travesty.

"She's gone too."

"You...How did you know...?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you all the details later, but right now we need to get you to a hospital. How...how are you feeling?"

"Hurts. But - Jacob..."

"Shhhhh."

"Thank you..."

[hyacinth-sims]

Chapter Summary: Tybalt makes the mistake of asking his grandfather for information regarding the fire, one that he will never make again. But fortunately for him, he discovers a solid motive through the one person he realizes he, unfortunately, might need.

Story Pairings: Tybalt Capp/Mercutio Monty, Side Romeo Monty/Juliette Capp, Briefly mentioned Hermia Capp/Mercutio Monty, Briefly mentioned Hermia Capp/Puck Summerdream

Author's Note: this one is shorter hence why i got it out quicker lmao but i do hope you still like it!

[dunne-ias]

First part of Chapter 17 of thirty. is now available on WordPress.com

I'll be uploading one part every evening for the next four days, so consider this my Christmas gift to my dear followers. I'm always amazed when people are still reading this story. I still don't intend to abandon it.

This chapter is very Strangetown heavy, but also some University stuff.

Also, that's YA Tank, not the General, and I seriously need to give him a hair cut because the likeness is not only striking, but also disconcerting.

[goatskickin]

Faith needs to ask for help. Peace grows up!

Read it on AO3!

[arkhelios-gameplay]

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Remy questioned.

"They say we vampires are dead inside," Bronwen said. "I'm starting to wonder if it's not the witches who are."

[potential-fate]

TAGGED BY @pralinesims thank you ♡

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

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Callum: …. She knows I’m going to be here right? 

Abe: …yes. At least—

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Uhm... Tagging @luverofralts, @nappe-plays-the-sims, and @wannabecatwriter I think. a lot of people have already done this but I don't think I've seen ones from yall? (feel free to ignore though if you don't want to. Or if you do want to, feel free to use me as a scapegoat and say I tagged you. I'm always looking for more sims stories.)

[kashmiresims]

A WEEK AWAY - PART X: SOMETHING MORE

A High School Trip! What could go wrong? So many things. For starters, two of their classmates are missing amidst a natural disaster and are at the back of everyone's minds. Worry is blanketing the students as the night rolls in and there's still no sign of them! Relationships become even more tangled between various friends. There's a reason the teenage years are full of second-guessing everything.

READ HERE  (search ‘PART X’ for newest update)

[sparrowplayssims]

Since it’s almost Christmas, I may as well show some pictures of Christmases in Year 3 and 4 of the Dreamer Household. Cassandra and Darren have been adopting kids since she’s not easily able to have kids. Look at this lovely little family :)

[san-myshuno-dreamin]

“How did we end up like this?”

“How did I end up like this?”

[pixeloosims]

I make it short. Mary Sue surprised Daniel with Kaylynn, so she decided to seduce her to annoy Daniel. but it got serious between the two women and they live together with Angela now.

[danksimstho]

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When they got home General Buzz invited the headmaster over for dinner, hoping that putting Ripp in private school would get his grades up and make him more respectable. He did not have time to cook so he told Ripp to do it. Ripp burnt the soup and Buzz fell asleep in the bowl. The Headmaster was less than impressed.

Buzz was still asleep when the headmaster left and Ripp watched him leave from his window. He knew he would not be going to private school and he was pleased.

Ripp thought about going to school when the schoolbus came but instead of hopping on he kept walking, down the sidewalk and to the poor excuse for a strip mall near the abandoned military building. 

He quickly went into the women’s section and started looking at clothes. There wasn’t much that fit him, and what did was very colourful, but if he was confident enough to wear women’s clothing he would be confident enough to wear bold colors.

He tried on a blouse and a skirt but he felt off. It was too feminine, he decided. He passed for a woman too well, and he just wanted to look more neutral in his gender expression. He took off the clothes and put them back. He kept shopping and brought some of the clothes he liked home with him.

When he got home, he snuck into his room and locked the door before rooting around in his dresser to plan a new look.

He couldn’t quite see how he looked but he liked how he felt in the brand-new crop top. Satisfied with that he pulled out the hair dye he had bought and started to style his hair.

Using his hand mirror he dyed and styled his hair and played around with makeup until he was happy with how he looked.

He couldn’t stop grinning! He looked so cute! He always wanted to be considered cute, because sometimes he felt so gross and confined in his comfy casuals. He wished he could go and see Johnny, or Ophelia, but they were both away at college.

He called Ophelia on his cellphone, and luckily she was not in class. She had been working on her term paper when he called but it wasn’t due for another quarter so she felt she had the time to chat with him.

“You stayed home today?” Ophelia asked, concerned.

“Yeah. Is that so wrong? My grades have been improving… I can let them slip. I wasn’t sure I felt comfortable letting other people see me like this…”

“Like what?”

“I uh… put on some makeup. And a crop top. Dyed my hair…”

“Oh Ripp, what will your dad think?”

“Who cares? I’ll lock myself in my room for as long as I need to if he gets mad. I won’t live my life just to appease people anymore…”

“Well as long as you’re happy.” Ophelia said. “I’m sure you look adorable.”

Ripp beamed. “I… thank you Phe. Thanks for staying in touch, too. It’s more difficult to miss you guys when I hear from you so much.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage it. I miss you too. Johnny would say he missed you if he was here right now.”

“Where’s Johnny?”

“I think he’s down at the plaza watching the break-dancers. He’s not as focused on school as I am.”

“Breakdancing? That sounds like fun. Is the art community big at LFT?”

“Well there’s no easels at the student union but I’ve seen some Graffiti here and there. I know you always wanted to do that. Oh, and the Plaza has easels.”

“I really hope I get in. I would love to paint with other people, make some new friends, get to hang out with you guys all the time… Get away from my dad.”

“Has he been on your case a lot lately?” asked Ophelia.

“Actually he’s been buttering me up! He tried to get me into private school but I dodged that one. We still don’t like each other but hey, he hasn’t forced me to do laps lately.”

“Hmm, Maybe he’s been busy with work.”

Speaking of busy with work, Buck blew out the candles on his cake alone since his oldest brother was at college, his youngest brother was hiding in his room, and his dad was at work. He was always the forgotten one in this house.

General Buzz came home from work and patted Buck on the shoulder. “You’re growing up so fast young man. You look more like your mother each day.” General Buzz said.

“Thanks General.”

“You need to get more rest, though, you look like you really let yourself go.”

“Well, I don’t really…” care about my body. Whatever it want’s to do it can do, I have no part in it. Buck trailed off.

“Your hair is getting so long!” The general said. “You should really get it cut. I can take you tomorrow after work if you want.”

“No thanks… It’s kind of the one part of my body I don’t hate…” he mumbled.

“Hate? Well maybe you’d be more confident about yourself if you worked out more. There’s some work-out DVDs by the player if you want to use those.”

“I dunno. I think I’d rather paint.”

“Well at least you have a strong beard! Most boys your age can’t grow any stubble.”

Buck looked frustrated. “I… I have to go do something.”

“Okay.” Buzz said. “I’ll start dinner.”

Buck ran up to his room and shaved his stubble. God I look hideous. He thought. I look like a hermit who never talks to people. I mean, who would want to talk to me anyways. But he found he liked how he looked without stubble. He liked “his mother’s freckles” on his face.

Then he had a thought. Why not practice makeup again? He hadn’t tried it much since he got scolded for it as a kid but he had been drawing designs in his notebooks at school.

Okay, maybe he went a little overboard. He started with eyeliner, then he put on blush, and lipstick, and foundation. He was still so unhappy with how… masculine he thought the lower half of his face was. So he decided to hide it with a mask. Then he pulled out some of his mother’s clothes that he’d been saving and tried them on. He was delighted with how he looked. No… She was delighted with how she looked. She wanted so desperately to look like this all the time, no matter how much trouble it was; she wanted to be a girl. She wanted to like herself, and when she looked in that hand mirror she saw someone she could like! 

It had been two days since his children had come out of their rooms. He left food out for them but other than that they were skipping school. He was worried a social worker would come by, so he asked the internet for help on what to do.

Knock Knock.

“Ripp?” The general asked.

“Go away.”

The General clenched his fist. That’s not how you talk to your father. “Please, let me in. I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine where I am. Leave me alone.”

“I’m not going to break the door in, but I’m not leaving you alone. I’m not leaving until you open this door.”

Ripp spoke between mouthfuls of macaroni. “I don’t need your help. Your “help” is really just yelling.”

“I’ve been reading some books… I’m not going to yell at you.

“Please, talk to me. I want to know what’s wrong. Why haven’t you gone to work or school?”

Ripp was silent.

The general sat down next to his son’s door. “Please let me in. I promise I’ll accept you. I’m sorry… about what I said before. Johnny makes you happy, right? So… I won’t keep him away anymore.”

Ripp unlocked his door.

“Can I come in?”

“M’kay.”

As soon as The General came in Ripp started crying. He was so scared of what The general would say about his hair and makeup. What The General, A man who was supposed to be his Dad, supposed to support him and love him, would say about who he is as a person.

“Ripp…” The general began. “You look… nice.”

Ripp looked at him in disbelief.

“I’m.. I’m trying… The internet talked about… are you… Gender Queer?”

“You say that last word like an insult.”

“it’s not. I mean, I don’t try to make it sound that way. It’s okay if you are. Apparently there have been signs.”

“I don’t know what I am. I’m still exploring myself. But you never created a space for us where it felt okay to do so.”

“I’m just glad you don’t hate me.” The General said. “It’s hard to raise children into adults without trying to make them like you. I thought you would come to like growing up the way I was raised. I thought you would want to follow in my footsteps. It worked with Tank.”

“But… You know I’m not like you. I’m not like mom either. I’m just me.”

The General spoke softly. “That’s… That’s okay. I know we don’t always get along, and there is a gap of respect coming from you… but… I love you.”

“I love you too Dad.”

“I’ll go to school tomorrow, okay?” Ripp said. “If you can be respectful of my expression then I’m sure my shithead classmates can.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The General asked. Ripp just gave him a look.

“You should go see Buck. Just, brace yourself.”

The general came in and saw his daughter asleep in her bed. He was shocked to see her looking totally different from how he usually saw her. He quickly left her room and stood in the hall.

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[pixeldolly]

The Sacrifice - Part 6

This was not how it was supposed to go!

Eliza Clare didn't consider herself a monster. She hadn't set out to make Roman suffer more than was necessary. For all his faults, he was still her son, after all. This wasn't about indulging some kind of sadistic urge, it was about survival.

It had to be Roman. The Nameless One demanded a sacrifice in exchange for its continued favor, and it wouldn't be a sacrifice if it meant nothing.

It was him, or her.

Roman wasn't supposed to be conscious for the ritual binding, but then he had decided to rebel, challenge her - even going as far as hitting her!

If Eliza Clare abhorred anything, it was rudeness.

It was his fault, really, for making her angry.

At any rate, it was far too late for second thoughts.

All that remained was the final invocation.

Lowering herself to her knees before the ritual circle, Eliza began chanting in the infernal language of the Hellish Planes, which left her tongue bleeding and her throat raw, as if she'd swallowed a handful of glass shards.

Suddenly, Roman's nostrils stung with the stench of sulphur and blood, and for a moment he forgot even about the agony searing into his back. Fresh tears began streaming down his face, blurring his vision.

Something was crawling its way out of the fire and smoke which billowed from the bloody sigil on the floor.

Something unspeakable.

The thing - the demon - stomped forth on cloven hooves, sniffing the air, bloody drool dripping from its fanged maw. Its amethyst eyes glowed cruelly as they fastened upon Roman.

The sigil carved into his back drew the monster to him as surely as a magnet would draw an iron pin.

"So, thisssss is your offering, witch...looks tender, yes, yesss. Its fear-stink is delicioussss. I shall enjoy myself with thisssss one."

The monster's voice rumbled strangely in its throat, coming out in gurgles and hisses through a mouth unaccustomed to human speech.

Roman was beyond terror. When the thing's putrid breath touched his skin, he was sure his sanity would snap and unravel like sand spilling through broken glass.

"I am glad you are satisfied," said Eliza, trying to maintain her composure in the face of her patron. She had never seen the Nameless One in its true form, having always communicated via projection.

"What of our deal, then?"

"You get a hundred of your yearssss, witch."

"A hundred?! That is not the deal we agreed on!"

"You will agree to a new deal; or I take you both right now."

"Mom? Mommy?! Help me, please!!"

Roman's voice was high-pitched and hysterical as the thing's paw closed in around his neck like a vice, its talons digging into his skin.

Roman began to hyperventilate. He discovered that he was not beyond fear after all.

Eliza turned away, sickened.

There were some things even she couldn't stomach.

She had hoped the Nameless One would rip Roman's soul out quickly and be gone, but it seemed it wanted to play with its food, make it last.

And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

The Nameless One is based on @bayoubashsims's fantastic Mothman!

[hyacinth-sims]

Chapter summary: Once his birthday party quiets down, Tybalt begins his search for the person who set his childhood home ablaze. Unfortunately, his first stop leads him to an encounter with a particularly unfriendly face.

Story Pairings: Story Pairings: Tybalt Capp/Mercutio Monty, Side Romeo Monty/Juliette Capp, Briefly mentioned Hermia Capp/Mercutio Monty, Briefly mentioned Hermia Capp/Puck Summerdream

Author's Note: FINALLY I FINISHED IT. thank you for being patient with me i do hope that these two goobers being goobers are enough to make it up to yall

[dunne-ias]

Part 2 of Chapter 17 of thirty. is now live on WordPress.com

It features the preparations for a party that sadly, I never got around to filming, but it was film it or maintain my mental health. All the prep is what matters anyway.

Enjoy! Part 3 comes out tomorrow!

[goatskickin]

And the Throw Up Girl Returns!

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