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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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Someone's an Art Major - Apartment #2

I had this renaissance sim in my mind that I couldn't shake, so I made them a place. This unit is in the same building as the last apartment I shared, but looks drastically personalized; the reason? They paid extra to the landlord to apply the sticky wallpaper they found on online. Plus, all their furniture was inherited from there grandparents, so it's a win-win.

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Ezra: Thanks for coming over. I know I’m probably the last person you wanted to see. Atlas: Not the last. Definitely the bottom of the list, but not last. Ezra: [awkward laugh] Atlas: …

Ezra: Um, so, how are you and your sister? Atlas: Are you kidding me? Ezra: What? Atlas: Can we cut the bullshit? We are not old friends catching up. Just tell me why you’re here.

Ezra: I moved to the Bay a few years ago. I swear, I had no idea you were out here, let alone that I was dating your sister-in-law. Atlas: I don’t understand. You left? Turned your back on all of it? Ezra: Yes. The town, the church, everything. Same as you. Atlas: Why? What changed your mind?

Ezra: I wouldn’t even know where to begin. But Henry was a big part of why I started questioning things, and then— Atlas: Henry? Ezra: [nods] He had a really hard time after you left. I realize now that talking him into staying was the worst thing I could’ve done. He was so unhappy. Atlas: Was? Is he…?

Ezra: No. No no no, sorry, he’s okay. He’s good now. Atlas: [sigh of relief] Ezra: About a year before I left, after a particularly awful night, I gave him what I could of my savings and helped him leave.

Atlas: So, how do you know he’s good now? Ezra: [pointing] Behind you.

Ezra: He traveled all over and sent me postcards along the way. Atlas: … Ezra: He found you, in San Myshuno. Atlas: Really? He never contacted me. Ezra: He said he saw you with someone, and that you looked happy. He didn’t want to disrupt your life, so he stayed away.

Ezra: Eventually, he settled down in Henford of all places. He has a small cottage where he raises chickens. Prize-winning eggs apparently. Atlas: [chuckles] That’s perfect. He always dreamed of a quiet life in the country. Sprawling green hills and blue skies and a bunch of smelly animals. For a while, he was obsessed with the idea of raising llamas.

Ezra: Really? He never told me that. Atlas: Not surprising. You always had a way of shitting on his dreams, tearing them down. Ezra: [incredulous] I did not. Atlas: Oh please, you did so. He thought the world of you, and you used him.

Ezra: I— Atlas: You are a self-righteous asshole who told yourself that you were looking out for him, “guiding him”, but the truth is, you made him feel small. In fact, I think you liked that he was gay because it made you feel superior. And now, what, you want a goddamn medal for getting him out of there when you were the reason he was stuck there in the first place?! You never cared about him. You just needed to ease your own conscience because you could no longer deny the damage you caused.

Ezra: You have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m the one that’s been by his side all these years. You’re the one who left! Atlas: I had no choice! And I tried to take him with me. But you stopped him. You made him feel like there was something wrong with him. You didn’t stay by his side because you cared about him. You kept him around to feed your fucking ego.

Atlas: How bad did things have to get, huh? How bad before you realized you couldn’t “fix” him? Before you realized you’re the one who fucking broke him?!

Ezra: Get out of my house. Atlas: Gladly.

Atlas: Stay the fuck away from me and my family. That includes Iris and Spencer.

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Death Type: Stink Capsule

💼 Supervising Entity: Netherworld Department of Death

🦨 Subdepartment: Oops & Accidents Agency » Because some Sims just have the worst luck «

💀 Reaper: Malik & Harlow

⤷ Role: Mishap Masters ⤷ Alignment: Benevolent ⤷ Territory: Copperdale

⏳ Decedent: Ash Harjo

☠️ Death Trigger: 「 🎬 」 Attempt to plant a stink capsule in a locker, which may backfire ➥ Pack required: High School Years 👻Ghost Behaviour:  Defuse pranks made by others

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💀 Malik & Harlow » Twins born of mischief? Figures. Worst demeanor I’ve ever seen. They treat rules like suggestions and my patience like a test. « — Mr. Mortis 💀 Malik ✦ Genetics ⊱ Hair • Eyes • 💀 1 + 2 + 3 ✦ Clothes ⊱ Top • Pants • Sneaker ✦ Accessories ⊱ Bag 💀 Harlow ✦ Genetics ⊱ Hair • Eyes • 💀 1 + 2 • Scars ✦ Clothes ⊱ Outfit • Legwarmer • Skates ✦ Accessories ⊱ Bag • Bubblegum

⏳ Ash ⊱ Hair* • Top + Acc • Pants* • Sandals • Anklet • Bag

* Highschool Years

C R E A T O R S

Malik @solistair @weepingsimmer @noirangelz @darte77 @remussirion @ladysimmercc

Harlow @magic-bot @solistair @weepingsimmer @mimoto-sims @noirangelz @pralinesims @sehablasimlish

Ash @tianshi @coloresurbanos @jius-sims @serenity-cc