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[stinkrascal]

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Vladislaus: You showed. I wasn't sure you would. I thought maybe you came to your senses.

Vladislaus: Are you certain of this decision? Breanna: Why would I be here if I wasn't sure?

Vladislaus: If that's the case, then follow me.

Vladislaus: You're going to feel cold. You might feel nauseous. It will pass.

Vladislaus: I'm going to drink from you, now.

Vladislaus: Are you ready? Breanna: [ nods slowly ] Vladislaus: You look nervous. Breanna: I've never, um...

Vladislaus: [ chuckles ] I would hope so. Here, relax. Lie down.

Breanna: I just meant... um... I don't want it to hurt.

Vladislaus: Relax. It will hurt more if you're tense. Breanna: Okay... I'll try... But, uh, please... be gentle. Okay? Vladislaus: [ smiles ] Of course.

[ a delicate, unbidden moan escapes her lips ]

Vladislaus: Good. Very good.

Vladislaus: You're doing so well.

Vladislaus: How do you feel? Breanna: Haaah... good. Vladislaus: Very good.

Vladislaus: Now, you will drink from me.

Vladislaus: [ wincing ] I do need some blood, darling.

Breanna: [ gasping ] Sorry--haaah, sorry.

Breanna: [ giggles ] You taste good.

Vladislaus: How do you feel? Breanna: Tired... Vladislaus: That's normal.

Vladislaus: Sleep, little creature.

Vladislaus: I will be here when you wake.

[thebramblewood]

When you're engaged in an intense stare down with damn near every vampire in town - and probably losing.

Featuring vampires by @itcrescentcrow, @fallstaticexit, @simsdaughters, @antiquatedsimmer, @vicciouxs, @moonwoodhollow, @skyalenesims, @living-undead, @moonfromearth, @queenmabsim, @mosquito-cove, @raye-sim and @evilgoof. Thank you so much for your contributions! I hope you don't mind my embellishments. And to everyone still waiting, I appreciate your patience and there will be several future opportunities! 🧛

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The Top Dog

Vladislaus Straud:

Founder of Forgotten Hollow, de facto ruler

Lilith’s estranged (it’s complicated) sire

Enjoys lurking (read: eavesdropping) from afar

Cagey about his past, claims not to recall his years as a human (if he ever was one?)

Rumblings of discontent with his antiquated  ways

Empire may be crumbling (if rotting, junk-filled castle is any indication)

(Lilith: And that god awful crow! It’s got to be as old as he is. Christ, the racket it makes!)

Veronica Aurelius:

Straud’s new protege (niece?)

Related through a distant bloodline (Lilith: Allegedly.)

Accomplished artist, historian, medium

Dreams led her to Forgotten Hollow (Lilith: Doubtful.)

Lilith’s replacement? (Lilith: He wishes.)

(Caleb: She looks sweet, but there’s a vicious streak beneath that glossy veneer.)

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The Old Guard (Lilith: In other words, Straud’s minions.)

Elle DeVampiro, Inna Cents, Vlad Bloodvein:

aka The Nobles (Lilith: Fossilized Bitch, Slightly Less Fossilized Bitch, and The Inferior Vlad.)

Council of ancients who guard town’s borders from human trespassers

View vampirism as elite society: only most deserving should be initiated

Have hazing rituals to weed out weaklings

Never-ending blood supply flows from mysterious sources

Eternal life of ease has left them physically weakened, social status protects them

(Helena: Hazing rituals?

Caleb: Mind tricks. Intimidation tactics. Like humans, newborn vampires can be manipulated.

Lilith: Stop scaring her! A strong breeze could knock them over.)

Claudius and Marie Bouvet:

aka The Occult Hunters

Hunt spellcasters for their power

Hunt “exotic” occults (mermaids, aliens, fairies, etc.) to siphon and sell blood, consumed as an indulgent luxury

(Helena: Wait, you’re telling me mermaids and aliens are real?

Caleb: We exist. Is it really so hard to believe they do too?)

Hunt werewolves for sport (owing to centuries-long feud)

Sometimes hired to kill vampires if deemed a threat to community’s existence

(Helena: Werewolves!

Lilith: They smell like wet dog and taste awful.

Caleb: That hardly gives us the right to kill them.

Lilith: Oh, so we should just let them kill us?)

Elizabetha Bathoris:

aka The Gossip Hound (Lilith: She deserves a far nastier title. Sanctimonious cunt.)

Forgotten Hollow’s premier shit-stirrer

Rumored to bathe in virgins’ blood

Delights in spilling secrets that aren’t hers to tell

Loudly claims to be Straud’s “one who got away,” though unconfirmed by man himself

(Lilith: [scoffs] There’s only room for one delusional narcissist in that household.

Caleb: Lilith, please. At this rate, we’ll never finish.)

Carmela Castellano:

Owns sprawling private vineyard in countryside where Forgotten Hollow and Windenburg meet

Crafts exclusive (and expensive) blood vintages

Known for frequently dipping into her own supply

Hoped to raise adoptive daughter Pandora as protege

However, Pandora’s rebelliousness has led to household tensions

(Lilith: Nothing rivals the rush of feeding, but her blends come damn close.)

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The Enigmas (Lilith: No one knows shit about them, and that’s how they like it.)

Dorian Vasile:

Born vampire, not transformed

Agoraphobic recluse, never seen to leave ruined cottage

Once prominent member of vampire society with many friends — and enemies

Fatal end to human love affair rumored to have led to voluntary isolation

Griselda Oreolo:

(Caleb: I wouldn’t recommend wandering any graveyards at night unless you want to meet The Bride.

Helena: The Bride?

Caleb: She can be quite ruthless.

Helena: As if I don’t already have enough graveyard-related trauma.)

An aristocrat transformed on wedding day, fated to dwell forever on what could have been

Cemeteries are her favorite hunting grounds

Not one for friendly conversation

Defends self first and foremost, no allegiance to other vampires

Nyx?:

Origins, real name, language unknown

Lurks the forest like a cryptid - quick, silent, and deadly

Known to kill men, disposes of withered bodies like a cat leaving gifts of mice for its owner (Lilith: Honestly, good for her.)

Interrupt mid-hunt at your own peril

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The Challengers

Emet and Maxima Galvus

Obscenely wealthy tech CEO and “granddaughter”

Whispers they’re both much older than they look, by hundreds or even thousands of years (Lilith: I’ve yet to see any proof of that.)

Seem to purposely cultivate air of mystery, socializing little

Keep small coven as waitstaff

Emet fiercely protective of Maxima, though is he protecting her from world or world from her?

(Caleb: Don’t be dramatic, Lil. Yes, that stare of hers is unsettling, but-

Lilith: There’s nothing more aggravating than a precocious child. I don’t trust her one bit.)

Ulric Blüt and Herta Nacht:

(Lilith: I can’t believe you think they warrant serious inclusion. A delusional brat and his pathetic enabler are hardly a threat.)

A supposed demon overlord in the body of a child and his “14th Seneschal”

Taken deadly seriously by himself and no one else

Boasts Grim Reaper fears him, many assassinations dodged

Except his strangely devoted companion

Companion stealthily observant, formulating plans of her own?

Details of supposed coup TBD

Countess Maria Francisca Flores:

Mad vampire scientist (Lilith: [scoffs] An old woman doing science fair experiments.)

Claims to have transformed herself via scientific methods

Seeks to grow her “House Flores” with new vampires devoted to pursuit of knowledge

Unpublished manuscript on vampire anatomy

Old Guard disapprove, but for now human academics remain steadfast in denial

Currently studying cowplants, which scholars can admit do exist

(Helena: If she turned herself into a vampire, can’t she reverse-engineer a cure?

Caleb: I’ve asked. She’s incredibly tight-lipped about her findings.

Lilith: Because they’re non-existent!)

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The Next Generation

Beginning in ‘60s and ‘70s, an influx of new vampires into Forgotten Hollow

Old Guard bristle at modernism but grudgingly admit transplants necessary to keep town thriving

Recent turnees or experienced vamps who’d rather evolve with times than stay stuck in past

Tend to form cliques based on shared subcultures

Enjoy mixing with humans, easily mistaken as such by undiscerning eyes (often a deadly mistake)

Less concerned with secrecy, hedonistic, impulsive

(Lilith: “Not coincidentally, shortly after we returned, what was once a trickle became a flood.”)

Example: Grunge Gang

Kiona and Nikan: trouble-making twins, street smart, book stupid

Vonny: stoner type, prefers when meals come to him

Clarissa: paranormal investigator turned paranormally investigated

Tara: wants to be good, surrounded by bad influences

Pandora: favors rock concerts over wine-making

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Lilith: Did you get all that down? Rest up! The hands-on portion begins tomorrow.

[imageingrunge]

i love these screenshots ( did not edit any of these but perhaps i should pick up some editing skills)

[treefish]

Vladislaus Straud

[tricoufamily]

if you're wondering why bob is here it's bc in the original villareal story there was a very minor background detail that diego lobo and bob pancakes dated in college and broke up tragically and that's where the story peaked. so i included him it's still canon

thank you for these it was so fun!!!!!!!!!!!!

i did these in my this is the fall sim style so i'm thinking. if they exist in this universe what's all their opinions on the 'did jacques do it' situation. let's take a look

don: saw a photo of jacques's wife on the news during the investigation. said "whoa mama that's a hot babe!" like johnny bravo and did not read the headline. does not know anything about it still.

vlad: well he's psychic he could figure out the truth if he actually cared. and he has!

olive: obviously respects it. except for the getting investigated part, would never happen to her.

diego: does not think jacques did it but enjoys the tabloids. knows other rich people personally who he thinks have killed their spouses

morgyn: will post things like "friendly reminder that j*cques v*llareal literally killed his wife and is a billionaire so maybe don't go to one of their hotels" on tumblr and will then do a call out post about like a fanfic writer who wrote an unhealthy relationship with more severity

pascal: knows conspiracy theories and this one is bullshit. or maybe it just doesn't interest him as much as aliens and that's why he thinks that

jeb: has a very "well of course he did. them rich folk can do whatever they want. there ain't no hope for the rest of us" while kicking a can down the road approach

bob: thinks he did it. is very alarmed that it was brushed off. eliza's like bob book the hotel and he's like am i going crazy. does anyone hear me.

[shawsimmer]

last post of cherry as a toddler :'))

[gunthermunch]

SLASHED - day DOCE. the killers.

the truth is: there is no vampires in windenburg. instead, deep in the woods, there is a cannibalistic cult led by a tall pale man. he never gets his hands dirty tho, that's what his two most skilled and loyal followers (one more than the other) are for.

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 8.3 - Flesh of My Flesh

VLAD

Once he’s put enough distance between them and his father, Vlad stops and slides off his horse. As usual, he can feel his flesh shifting around like it's trying to dislodge the weapon or else heal around it.

It’s not really what he needs right now; a burst of adrenaline would be more helpful, but he can’t seem to get his body to comply. Frankly, it was a mystery how everyone else handled it. Was he the only sim who had to walk around telling his insides to make more efficient use of resources? Did it just happen naturally to everyone else? 

He should look into it, although finding out would involve talking to other sims, which Vlad loathes. Maybe it would be best to wait until he was in a better mood. He already had a low tolerance for doing things that disinterested him.

That problem sorted, he whispers a few instructions to Maizy and sends her running. Hopefully, his grandfather assumes he’s still on the horse and follows the sound. 

As he walks, he tries to pull the arrow out, but most of it snagged on a branch during his ride and broke off. It’s too close to the skin for him to manage on his own, so he gives up and puts his energy towards cutting through the woods.

He’s almost home free when his grandfather shoots out from behind a tree, slamming into him.

Vlad hits the ground and grabs a stone, trying to bring it down on Nikolas’s fingers. They grapple, neither managing to get the upper hand. Bubba is too quick, and Vlad is too determined; it’s their usual cycle.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Josef calls out. “Someone’s gotta get Maizy, and I’m starving.”

Nikolas falls back, fighting to catch his breath, “Fine. We’re done anyways. I had him on the ropes.”

“You didn’t,” Vlad scowls. “Age has addled your mind.”

“Always the same with you two,” Vlad’s father grumbles. “Bubba, go fetch the horse before she ends up in the creature keeper’s gardens again. And Vladislaus,” he walks over and tugs off Vlad’s coat, “Let’s get the rest of this arrow out because if your skin grows around it again, your mother will have my head.”  

Vlad shrugs. In truth, it’s all the same to him, though he knows better than to push back. Once, someone broke the shank of a screwdriver off in his arm. He could have just let it disappear, but his parents were insistent, so like everything else that he does because it's “what sims do,” he sliced open his bicep and dug it out. 

“How did Bubba figure I wasn’t on the horse?” he asks when Josef finishes. 

“The hoofbeats. Sound changes when there’s no rider. Next time, remember to weigh her down.”

Vlad tucks that piece of information away. “And the arrow?”

His father laughs, “That’s my business. But you regain your focus, and maybe I’ll show you a trick.”

“I am refocused. No murder boards, no pondering the secrets of the universe. Is that good enough?”

“You tell me, is everything quiet in there?” 

It absolutely was not. Vlad’s worries were a low hum. He knew not to express them, but every concern was still there. “Why does it matter?” he huffs.

“Because idle hands are the devil’s playground,” His grandfather quips as he approaches. Maizy follows dutifully behind him. “And that means you are vulnerable to someone who wants to make use of you just by giving you something to do with all that rage and talent.” 

Vlad cuts his gaze to the side. “I don’t know what that means.”

“See!” Josef shouts, “I told you it wasn’t working! We need—”

“We need to calm down,” Nikolas tilts his head and gives Vlad a slow smile. “I always knew you was gonna be exceptional. Problem is, you’d burn the world or raze a city to the ground just out of boredom or curiosity.”

That was rich coming from his grandfather. Though to be fair, while Vlad hadn’t explicitly thought about how he’d achieve such a thing, he wasn’t opposed to the idea now that it had come up. 

“I see your wheels turnin’ already,” Nikolas sighs, “Your father is right. When you was young this was enough, but it ain’t workin’ anymore.” He shares a look with Josef that’s halfway between grief and resignment. 

“You need a boss,” Josef says quietly. He flexes his hand and swallows hard. “Only a boss can tell you what to do. Only a boss’s word is final. Everything you have and all your talents are at their service. And you only get one for always. So choose wisely.” 

“I barely want a job, let alone a boss,” Vlad rolls his eyes. 

“A job is some shit sims pay you to do,” Nikolas spits on the ground, his voice rough, “A boss takes care of you. And you take care of them. They tell you what’s a good idea and what isn’t. You can be yourself with a boss—your whole self, Vladislaus.”

Vlad still can’t understand the shift in tone, though the idea they’re suggesting isn’t unappealing. “Why?”

“Because it's what sims do,” his father says. “Saddle up Maizy, we’re heading back.”

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[plantiish]

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[eljeebee]

Sanguine Interiors (Floor 3, Part 3)

It has been done. The whole penthouse has been decorated. I am elated. (😭😭😭😭😭)

The hallway in the third floor has been decorated as well.

I have plans for this, but it affects the story so...no spoilers!

Anyways, here is the last room. Vlad's "room". Its door is in front of Helen and Caleb's.

His room is very simple.

Just two bookshelves, the bed that we all know he's not using, and two doors. One leads to the bedroom, and one is his closet...that no one is allowed to enter but himself.

The bathroom is small, but simple. Just a shower, the sink (with an electric toothbrush...for his fangs?), and the toilet, that we all know no one will use in this household (ALL THE TOILETS will not be used in their residence like...does a vampire even piss??? also saves the water bill lol!)

And his closet...

Where his real bed is! The reason that only he is allowed in there (besides that it's literally his closet and he'll need privacy when changing) is that he keeps Helen's last memory of her past identity. He never had the heart to dispose it, and as respect he keeps it there. He cleaned her memories, but it shall be remembered by him.

The whole third floor. We are so back, I can't wait to get back to my families 😭😭😭

[dead-lights]

spellcasters are assholes

werewolves know that a good fight ends with an even better bro-hug.

vampires believe that a gentleman's duel ends with a handshake.

spellcasters spin around and slam each other on the ground like ballerinas trying to wipe out the dinosaurs and then loudly cheer for themselves because no one likes them.

jerks.

[stinkrascal]

TRANSCRIPT

Mom: It's dark, why are you outside? You ain't seen what's going on on the news?

Madeline: Momma, will you bring me to B&S? Mom: It's a little late, don't you think? Madeline: They're still opened, I checked.

Madeline: I wanna let them know I put in an application. Mom: Baby, you don't wanna work there, that's a bad area.

Lilith: [ sighs ]

Breanna: Lilith? Lilith: [ gasps ] Breanna?!

Lilith: W-What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here! Breanna: You're here too you know...

Breanna: I gotta ask you something important. Lilith: That's not—that's no excuse to stray so far! Breanna: So what are you doing here then? Lilith: I should be asking you that question!

Breanna: [ groaning ] Are you dumb? You're not even listening to me! I just told you!

Breanna: You're just like him. You got big ears but you don't fucking listen. Pay attention! I said I have a serious question to ask, goddamn it!

Lilith: [ giggling ] Of course. Where are my manners? Come, my friend. What will you have of me? Breanna: There was this guy, and he... uh... Lilith: Is something the matter?

Breanna: Huh. Well shit. I forgot. Lilith: Hmm. Sounds very serious. Breanna: That's so weird. I thought about it the whole walk over.

Breanna: Oh well. I guess it wasn't that important after all.

[thebramblewood]

What are the odds Lilith attempts to claw out Helena's eyes next?

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Lilith: [incoherent screeching]

Vlad: [cries out in agony]

[hisses in pain] Stupid girl! You must return to your senses, child. I warned you. The dark gift won’t take if you drain him to death. Why can you not just listen?

Lilith: [deranged rasp] Your hideous droning voice puts me to sleep, old man.

Vlad: [muttering] I’d sooner leave him for dead, but I fear you’d never let me rest. Feed him now, before he fades. Understand from this point he’s your burden — and yours alone.

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[The end of the final entry in Lilith’s diary]

I was certain our blood ties would overcome my monstrous instincts in that crucial moment. How pitifully mistaken I was. And the old man decided I should learn that lesson the hard way so he could intervene, call himself a hero, and make me bow to his infinite wisdom — as though I owe him my obedience for this great favor he’s done. But I’ll only suffer his tedious lectures until I can turn them against him. I shall play nice and plot in secret. I’ve promised Caleb then we’ll never have to see him again. He has a fortune squirreled away in these walls, and I intend to find it. But I must keep these thoughts buried. I shall burn these pages as well as sear their contents from my mind.

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Lilith: I thought I destroyed this old thing decades ago. He was in a wretched state at the time, but of course he managed to pluck it from the flames. Sentimental bastard.

[imageingrunge]

from the bin  📁

[gumdropgamespot]

October 6: Boo Thing

Day 6 of Not-So-Simstober

Pose:

Hold Me Closer 2 by @ratboysims 👻

[shawsimmer]

his girls make everything better :’)

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