Sul, Sul! Feroshgirlsims here, simblr gremlin. I write paranormal romance and drama about deeply unhinged, morally gray characters who get happy endings. My stories deal with mature themes and are for 18+.
The Save File Chronicles is my “slice of life with a side of bloodshed” series of interconnected stories about gods, monsters, and all the supernatural in-between in my save file.
CURRENT CHRONICLE
MONSTER DATE NIGHT
A silly little college ghost hunt, horny coeds, and things that go bump in the night—what could go wrong?
2025 | 18+ | PARANORMAL ROMANCE
(Chapters are usually posted on Mondays & Fridays)
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COMPLETED CHRONICLES
MONSTROUS BEGINNINGS
Once they were monsters. Will the drama of regular life be enough? Or will the call of the otherworldly be too much to resist?
2024 | 18+ | PARANORMAL ROMANCE
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BONUS CONTENT | unhinged edits, brain rot, lore, machinimas, etc.
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GAMEPLAY | me faffing around in my save file
SIDE STORIES | side adventures, household updates + some non-canon events
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BLENDER TUTORIALS | in which a baby tries to teach something
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Brian: “What the hell is this? This doesn’t…” (Aloud) “16/159/25/103/None/15:40/N/A/I/NEG. What could this even mean?”
John: “Sounds like a bunch of nonsense.”
Brian: “Believe it or not, I’ve dealt with even more obtuse notes than this. I just need a crumb and I’ll be set.”
John: “Nothing you can’t handle; let’s work through it, babe.”
Brian: “Right. Here’s another: 17/171/27/103/None/29:01/N/A/IHN/NEG. Inc. Whatever that is, it’s negative. But this one – 19/178/27/104/Inc/07:47/3min/IHN/NEG. Inc. Maybe incomplete?”
Brian: “Okay, so. Different first numbers. Start at 16, ends at 19. All positives are in 19, but so’s incomplete and complete. IHN. That’s inhalation…”
John: “Babe, those first numbers. I think those are my ages.”
Brian: “Huh. What else you got?”
John: “You said inhalation. That’s some sort of method, right?”
Brian: “It is. Then… this must stand for injection. Intramuscular.”
John: “Oh, good. I got shot with something.”
Brian: “Now we’re getting somewhere. Okay. More numbers. 101, 106, 102, 103.2. Decimal. Temperature. This isn’t so much as a log but it’s tracking… what? Method of intake, your age, temperature, positive or negative, incomplete or complete. Starts at 16 and stops at 19.”
John: “What about the times?”
Brian: “Dunno.”
Brian: “...shit.”
John: “Babe, what’s it say?”
Brian: “Previous attempts yielded various results ranging from no response to [███████]. Subject actively resists multiple dosages of [███████], so it is time to deploy the [███████]. Careful observation reveals that he has--"
"Dammit, the rest is scratched out!”
John: “You mean to tell me this was an experiment that was done on me? For three years?”
Brian: “The three that we know of… but this still doesn’t tell us what exactly was done.”
John: “Is there anything else?”
Brian: “It is difficult to pinpoint the indicators of Subject’s condition. [███████] His decreasing cooperation will have to be dealt with sooner; I will remind him what is at stake.”
John: “What about those x-rays and scans we went through last week? Most of them were of my chest; you noticed something about my heart. Some of it was normal. Others… weren’t.”
Brian: “You’re right.” (Brian searches, more muttering. Markers, markers…) “This one is an observation. [numbers] X-rays are negative. Holy shit.”
Brian: “John, I think… I think these were tests to figure out what your body does when you change.”
Brian: “It has to do with your heart. Look. 17/154/None. 18/167/None. 19/176/Inc. 19/180/Comp. They’re all negative except the last one at 180. Something happens there.”
John: “But what the hell does incomplete mean? I don’t have anything in between; either I do or I don’t turn.”
15. John: “When it’s almost time, my chest starts hurting. My heart’s racing and it doesn’t let up; it pounds so hard, you can feel it through my skin. My body’s on fire, I can’t breathe. I’m weak. This goes on for days until… (he trails off. ) “I don’t like where this is going.”
Brian: “I don’t either. Do you want to stop?”
John: “No. We can keep going. Is there anything else about those x-rays and scans?”
Brian: “There is, but it’s blacked out. I’ll try my best with it.”
Brian: “Subject has multiple suspected [███████]. This is unclear if this is an inherited or acquired physiological trait of [███████]. In a normal setting, these [███████] can be misdiagnosed or dismissed because of [███████] Syndrome; however, preliminary findings point towards very severe [███████]. Subject’s heart appears to increase [███████] in conjunction with [███████]. See additional notes [███████].”
Brian: “John?”
John: “I’m fine. My heart’s fine, but something happened to it. I know it. There’s a lot of focus on my heart that’s suspicious – xrays, scans, these notes and tables; the three year span. How it all stops after the positive results with those injections.”
22. John: “I can’t turn at will. Whatever’s in that injection tricks my body into doing it. I may not remember much of this, but I think… no, I know that these people were forcing my wolf to come out.”
Brian: “That means the times written down is how long it took you to turn. I don’t know what the second set of numbers mean but… that’s a lot.”
John: “...yeah.”
Brian: “ Unfortunately, there’s no dates on here to see if this all lines up with moon phases. I’m sure there’s more here about it. If it’s not redacted.”
John: “What if they’re not written down? What about those tapes?”
Brian: “Huh?”
John: “We have like, four boxes full of them.”
Brian: “But no tape player.”
John: “Ah! Yes tape player. I found one; it was packed in another box. I cleaned out the terminals and got some batteries too. Can’t redact tapes, right? Can’t redact tapes, right?”
“Remember what we practiced,” Vlad reminds Evan as Akira beckons him to take the stand.
Evan swallows hard. His thoughts are a jumbled mess. He wouldn’t call his session with Vlad a rehearsal, and before he could even get into any real preparation, Alice and Akira showed up and hustled him out of the office into some waiting room while they planned.
This is real. This is happening. Oh God, I’m going to die in front of an audience.
Evan rises, knees buckling, breath stuttering, the world tilting as he takes the stand. His pulse hammers in his throat, palms slick, fingers trembling uncontrollably.
God, I can’t breathe. He could feel the Erinyes watching him. His mind felt blank, except it wasn’t. It kept repeating Jayden’s name. Don’t faint, he instructed himself. Don’t run. Hold on. Love is the only thing I have left. Please let it be enough.
The three women move as one, not quite slinking but gliding. They stop just in front of Evan’s seat and lean in close. “We would seek permission to observe our meal. To see how fresh and delicious he might be.”
Evan jerks back in his seat. His fingers gripping armrests, knuckles white, legs trembling beneath the table.
“Objection,” Vlad huffs.
The three of them turn their heads fully around without moving their bodies. “On what grounds?”
He winks. “Actually, withdrawn. I have no grounds. We really should see how this goes. I’ll let you know if inspiration strikes me again.”
The Erinyes look furious. “That’s not how this works.”
Vlad smiles, his eyes alight with pleasure as he leans forward, putting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands. “What can I say? I’m unpredictable.” He turns in his seat to look at a little girl in the front row. “Am I allowed to drink, or is alcohol frowned upon in this setting?”
She glares.
“I’ll take the silence as a sign to do what I think is best. Carry on.”
The sisters hiss their frustration, but Evan’s relief from their attention is short-lived. They turn back to him, grinning.
“Full of blood,” Megaera says, her sharp nails dancing along the edge of Evan’s seat.
“Not enough teeth,” Alekto adds, “But we’ll make do.” She flashes her own terrifying set in a gruesome smile.
“Flesh is still flesh,” Tiliphousia tsks.
“And now,” the three say in concert, turning back to the courtroom. “Our opening—”
“What in Nyx’s tit?” Megaera growls.
Evan’s counsel is not listening to the trial. He’s pouring himself a glass of nectar and waving over a man from the audience who reluctantly comes and takes a seat beside him. Vlad pours him a glass and clinks his glass in a one-sided toast.
“Can you have an ounce of fucking decorum?” the little girl hisses as she marches over to stare Vlad down.
“Of course,” Vlad gives her a solemn look. “Should I assume someone will be along shortly to clean this up, or is this just a live and let live sort of situation…metaphorically speaking? ”
The man beside him lets out a nervous yelp and starts casting about for some papers, but Edith snaps at him to leave it.
“You can continue,” Edith shouts before taking her seat.
The Erinyes share a look, but pull themselves together. “Denizens of the Netherworld, welcome. It has been a long time since we’ve had a Determined so…” They glance back at Evan and chuckle, “Determined to bargain with Death in an attempt to assuage their guilt. If our Mother Nyx were here, she would call down the light from the sky and bathe Evan in the darkness he deserves. Such suffering was wrought upon his family because of his weakness.”
“Because of his pride,” Megaera says.
“Guilt,” Alekto confirms.
“Selfishness,” Tiliphousia hisses. “And we will prove it to you in three questions.”
The Erinyes smile when they turn back to face Evan, but an undercurrent of fury and a looming sense of peril surrounds them.
“First question,” Megaera begins. “Your daughter didn’t have any experience with demons or dark things in the world. Why would you let her grow up thinking the world was safe? Why leave her so ill-equipped, so naive, so foolish?” She slams her hand down on the witness stand. “Don’t you think if you had prepared her instead of believing your family was untouchable, she might’ve sensed the danger herself?”
Evan covers his face. He knows he’s in the courtroom; he knows Alice and her partners have some kind of plan. But it doesn’t feel like that’s where he is.
He feels alone. Isolated in the dark.
“I’ll repeat the question,” Megaera says. “Don’t you think if you had prepared her instead of believing your family was untouchable, she might’ve sensed the danger herself?”
Evan recoils, breath stuttering as the words spill out of him in a rush. “I…I didn’t make her naive on purpose. I wasn’t hiding demons from her. I didn’t even know demons were real. How was I supposed to prepare her for something I didn’t know existed? I thought the danger was… normal danger. Sims danger. Things I could handle. I thought keeping her close, keeping her loved, would be enough. I wasn’t trying to make her foolish. I was trying to protect her from a world I didn’t understand.”
The moment the last word leaves him, his stomach twists. God, that sounded weak. Did I just admit ignorance? Are they going to tear me apart for that? Maybe I really did fail her. Maybe I failed everyone.
“Question number two,” Tiliphousia says. She smiles and then pauses, as if a thought has just occurred to her. “It’s so curious. How did you even come to know of this ritual?”
Evan stiffens, throat closing around a sound he barely swallows. His voice comes out thin and uneven. “I didn’t go searching for forbidden knowledge or anything like that. I just… I heard about an ancient ritual from my—”
He cuts himself off so abruptly it’s almost a choke. “I mean, from someone. Somewhere. It wasn’t… it wasn’t a clear source, just a story, a rumor, something desperate people cling to.” His fingers curl hard against his knees, eyes darting anywhere but the Erinyes. “I didn’t know if it was real. I didn’t know if any of this was real. I just—when Jayden…. I grabbed onto anything that sounded like hope. That’s all. That’s how I found it.”
“Evan, tell us. Were you not warned of the dangers? Were you not told to stay out of matters of life or death? Told not to interfere? And yet, you did it anyway because you wanted to undo your mistake. You want your husband, though fate has seen fit to do something else. You seek to withhold his soul from the God of Death and keep it for yourself. Why so selfish?”
Evan’s breaths came out shallow, shoulders curling inward as if the question was physically pressing him down. His voice comes out rough, uneven. “I… I was warned,” he admits, the words pouring out of him. “Chris told me not to interfere. He told me reapers can’t cross those lines, that death has rules, that you don’t … you don’t get to pull someone back once they’re gone.”
His fingers tighten as he grips his hair in clumps, trembling. “I knew the rule. I knew it. But I still had to try.”
He swallows hard, eyes burning, guilt twisting deep in his chest. “I wasn’t trying to steal a soul or defy a god. I made a mistake; I should have listened to Jayden when he tried to warn us. He did everything he could to protect us. I couldn’t let Jayden go without trying. I owed him that. I thought love had to count for something. I thought if I didn’t try, then that would be the real selfish thing.”
His voice breaks, barely holding together. “I wasn’t trying to take him from anyone. I was just trying to fix what I’d done.”
And in his head, everything spirals at once: God, Chris warned me. He warned me, and I still did it. What if I dragged him into more trouble, too? What if I ruined everything?
Alekto is last. “Why did you convince your husband that his feelings didn’t matter?” she asks. Her voice is sure, understated, almost quiet, but her words cut deep. “Jayden worried for your daughter, did he not? He sensed the danger, but you convinced him otherwise. Why?”
Evan’s breath stutters, shame hitting him so hard he almost folds in on himself. His fingers tighten on the stand, trembling. “I… I didn’t convince him his feelings didn’t matter,” he starts, but the words crack immediately. “I just, oh God, I thought he was wrong. I thought he was… jealous.”
His voice shakes harder. “She was growing up. She had a boyfriend. She wasn’t our little girl anymore, and I thought Jayden was struggling with that. I thought he was afraid of losing her, not sensing danger. I thought he was reading too much into things because he wasn’t ready for her to grow up.”
He swallows, guilt twisting deep. “I thought he was creating danger that wasn’t there. I thought he was being overprotective. I thought—” His voice breaks. “I thought I knew better.”
A beat. A breath. A collapse.
“I should’ve listened. I should’ve trusted what his empathy was telling him. He felt something I didn’t. He knew something was wrong. And I … I dismissed him. I made him doubt himself.”
His eyes burned, his chest felt tight. His guilt was suffocating him. God, I did that. I made him feel unheard. I made him feel small. If I'd listened, if I’d trusted him, maybe none of this would’ve happened…Jayden, I’m sorry.
Megaera slips onto the desk and crosses her legs. “The prosecution rests.”
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Before her death, Baasha was Sheila DuBois of Georgia. A young woman who fled North to escape her past. Loyal to pen an paper journalism, she resisted technology until Vincent Whittman brightened her world.
At last, we get to see Akira Kibo make his intro. Now his relation to Kaori is professional to some extent... For legal reasons I am obliged to say they are not dating. Akira already has his eyes set on a special someone... despite his rocky relationship with Ms. Ojo...
John: “Find anything good in those files over there?”
Brian: “Lemme see… nope.”
John: “All of it?”
Brian: “Just the important bits. Obviously.”
John: How are we supposed to learn with everything blacked out? This sucks!”
Brian: “What about you?”
John: “Hm. Sort of redacted. ‘Noted increase of rebellion however typical of a teenager of Subject’s age.’ Tch! ‘Subject.’ I have a name!”
Brian: “In case studies, it’s protocol to not name the patient for anonymity.”
John: “So, not for my sake or anything?”
Brian: “’fraid not.”
John: “Of course...”
John: Babe?”
“Hm?”
John: “I think… I need a break. My eyes are tired.”
Brian: “Already? That’s because someone didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
John: “I did too…”
Brian: “You were rolling in your sleep like a rotisserie chicken.”
John:“First of all, they don’t roll; they rotate.”
Brian: “Someone’s cranky.”
John: “Okay, maybe I am, but this is something we’ve planned on doing for a while. I’m not a fan of backing out. We agreed to one day a week.”
Brian: “Honey, there’s six other days in the week. I don’t mind if we save it for another day. Besides, we also agreed to take it slow.”
John: “It’s the principle of it!”
Brian: “I know. Your eyes probably wouldn’t be tired if you wore your glasses either.”
John: “Hell no; they make me look like a turbo nerd and I canNOT have that!.”
Brian: “Nonsense~. You’re so handsome with them on!”
John: “Ah, don’t butter me up...”
Brian: I’ll look for the both of us while you give your eyes a break. How’s that?”
John: “That’s fine.”
Brian: “Good! Just don’t fall asleep.”
John: “Fine… see anything?”
Brian: “Yeah, whoever wrote this their handwriting sucks; it’s all over the place! Cursive, print, chicken scratch…”
John: But nothing redacted right?”
Brian: “It doesn’t need to with this. I’ll try my best.”
Brian: “God, this is frustrating…”
“Pick out words then.”
Brian: “I’m trying. Okay. It’s a memo… or a reminder note. It pertains to switching from a limited study to a full, investigative case study on your lycanthrophy, but there needed to be consent from your mom but also you. You weren’t called Subject here.”
Brian: “This had to have been when you turned thirteen or something. It also says that it would be difficult getting it from you because… shit, I can’t read that.”
“Yeah, I know why he wrote that.”
Brian: “Why?”
John: “13-year-old me had a lot of shit going on. Uhm, what emotions he had at the time were big he… didn’t handle them that well. Not yet anyway. To say I was having having a bad time is an understatement.”
Brian: “I’m sorry you went through that, baby.”
John: “Yeah. Me too.”
Brian: That’s all I can make out.”
John:“You don’t think that was for anyone else right? Like, uh, cohorts?”
Brian: “No; there’s no other names on here. I guess I can toss this. By the way, what was in the book?”
John: “A bunch of numbers and notes. It’s not redacted but the handwriting is neater.”
Brian: “What?”
“There’s some tables drawn in and medical terms I don’t know. They look like logs to me.”
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After ingesting eight cups of sake, Kaori finds herself drunk out of her mind.. So much so she butt dialed a stranger, who just so coincidentally happens to be none other than Carlos Morales... This is their first time meeting..
Kaori, Amani, and Siddhartha were escorted into Naoki's office. Once they arrived, Kaori was already frozen stiff from seeing him.
Naoki: Ah, ladies. Please, have a seat.
They greeted him politely before taking a seat.
Naoki: I hope your flight wasn't too much of a hassle
Amani: Not at all, sir.
Naoki: As you three know, my children will be coming home tomorrow. I have been receiving threats regarding their safety and I do not want anything happening to them, especially my daughter.. I assume Gatsby gave you the rundown of why you're here, yes?
Siddhartha: He did, sir. If you don't mind me asking... Do you have any idea of who would be after your children?
Naoki: I have my suspicions... which is why I have been documenting everything.
He slides over a file. Kaori picks it up..
Naoki: My men have been attempting to track the root of where they are coming from. They'll be more than happy to work with you to find the one responsible for this mess.
Amani: We'll do our best Mr. Ito.
Naoki: Gatsby mentioned three more agents were joining in. Are they not here yet?
Siddhartha: They should be landing shortly later today.
Naoki: I see.. Regarding their arrivals, My daughter's plane will be landing at 12 pm tomorrow. My son's plane should be landing a short thirty minutes later.
Kaori: Agent Morales will be in charge of your son, sir.
Naoki glanced over at Kaori and slyly smiled at her.
Naoki: Could I have a word with you privately, Agent Nishidake?
At long last, the day Kaori dreaded the most is finally upon her. She knew she had to do it for the sake of her promotion. And besides, she got to see her grandma, Miki and Taku. There were a lot of things to look forward to... yes, even Kiyoshi's his return from Britechester.
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Kaori comes back home after another stressful but successful mission. Sure, she saved a person from death, but you'd think after nearly risking it all for her client, her boss would be nice enough to promote her. Well what she might be hoping for may happen soon.. Though I don't think she's ready for what she's going to have to do...
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