#sims 4 kidnapping

[simersims4]

Похищение / Kidnapping

Мисс Ветту экстренно вызвали на работу и она обратилась ко мне с просьбой присмотреть за ребенком, и тут же у меня возникла идея. Мне было сложно смириться с тем, что моего лучшего друга, словно родного брата, теп��рь приютила незнакомая женщина. Поэтому я взял переноску, забрал Койчи и отправился к его новому дому. Дорога была неблизкой. Однако я убежден, что здесь нас будет трудно найти.

Автор

Мне кажется Нортону идет такая роль. Он любит Койчи и готов ради него горы свернуть.

Miss Vetta was called to work on an emergency basis and asked me to look after the baby, and I immediately had an idea. It was hard for me to accept that my best friend, like a brother, was now being taken in by a stranger. So I took the carrier, picked up Koichi and headed to his new home. The road was not short. However, I am sure that it will be difficult to find us here.

Author

I think Norton suits this role. He loves Koichi and is ready to move mountains for him.

[charmfamily]

CORVUS CROSSING: A CHARM FAMILY STORY. CHAPTER II "REQUIEM FOR THE WOMAN IN RED." PART X. Transcript Beneath the Cut.

NIKOLAI: It is done, Master. The lady has been properly buried with a bloodstone placed atop the grave. All that is left is for you to finish the ritual.

VLADISLAUS: That is excellent news, isn't it Alexander? [He chuckles, tickling the baby's foot and making him gurgle happily.] In a few days' time, you'll be reunited with măma-tii, and you can see her after she's been fed well and is feeling more… herself. [He stands, carefully and slowly, nodding toward Nikolai.] Watch the boy while I tend to her — and when I return, you and I need to discuss an expansion of staff.

NIKOLAI: [He grimaces worriedly.] Master I assure you, you need no other staff. I might… I might have been useless against the raiders that ransacked the estate a couple centuries ago, but My Lord… with but a drop or two of your blood I could be strong again. I could take care of everything.

VLADISLAUS: [He scoffs, his expression completely deadpan.] While your eager willingness to serve earns you your keep, I highly doubt vitae holds the power to make you a suitable wet nurse, you buffoon.

NIKOLAI: Oh— Oh. [He laughs awkwardly.] Right. I shall um, I shall try searching among the Ravenwood peasantry! Surely there's a maiden who would be willing to part with her milk in exchange for her life?

VLADISLAUS: I make no promises to spare her; it is foolish to offer any sort of protection with a freshly risen Kindred wandering the house… Tell the girl otherwise, of course, there's no need to deviate from the script. I just want you to be prepared to dig more graves if necessary.

NIKOLAI: Yes Master, I understand.

[krumii-67]

update: i downloaded a shit ton of mods

[aurorangen]

It was late into the night and Renee was back at the station. She needed to find the problem with Vincent's phone and why his messages didn't send. Renee relayed all the information Vincent told her and he emphasised using the hospital wifi. They figured his phone was hacked this way and someone was spying on him, preventing him from making calls or messages. With the cyber security knowledge of Captain Vazquez, they tracked the IP address of the device used to intercept Vincent's phone. And the location was Strangerville.

Now Renee had all sorts of thoughts in her head. Despite it being late at night, she found the whole process fascinating. And all the links to Strangerville. The police may be the only way to uncover more about the place and find out what the hell is going on there. Perhaps she should switch from her history course to criminology and become a detective. Yes, she will do that. Renee doesn't like history as much as she did anyway and she liked the idea of solving crimes.

[freezerbnuuy]

Act 6:8- The Curse is Come Upon Me (Page 2)

LORE | CHARACTERS | ABOUT / WARNINGS | CHAPTERS

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CONTENT WARNING: I am warning for the whole chapter here: kidnapping, violence, threat, fire, death. Things are going to get more violent and dark from here on out, so this is your warning.

SPOILER WARNING: Massive spoilers this chapter. If you are planning to eventually read the story block the #divided sims 4 story spoilers

Róisín

"You're wasted working for the Annorins." He lets out a deep sigh. "You know how much they charge for surgeries, don't you? What Lydia spent years studying, you can do in seconds. With your power, we wouldn't have to fork out the little money we have on her. I've seen you helping those people outside of the Peteran monastery. I know you've got a lot of empathy in you."

"If you stopped murdering people in the streets, people wouldn't attack you. It's hardly anyone else's fault."

"I know that all you want to do is help people with your magic, and I think that's very noble of you. Most of your ilk do nothing but cause destruction. I know you probably think we're all some kind of special evil, but most people are in this out of necessity. Factories stole their jobs and this is all they have. It's every man for himself, Róisín - you know this."

"I do. That's why we have to get violent with our magic - out of necessity! Because of you!"

He slaps me across the cheek, leaving a painful sting across my face.

"I'm sorry - but that's what happens when you don't listen and keep talking back to me like that, okay? Be polite and I'll return the favour."

Every passing minute feels more and more hopeless. I keep imagnining how I'd prefer to die. Would I prefer to be burned, hung, or drowned?

"Can I ask a question?"

"See? Being polite is easy. Of course."

I take in a deep breath. "You say that you are all in it because of necessity because there's no other work available. Volpe is dead. No-one is paying you anymore."

James raises both eyebrows and nods back at his men, who seem oddly startled. 

"That's a very good point, Róisín, but there are different kinds of necessity. With the financial security gone for now, we need to try and rebuild, don't we? Besides, much like witches, witchfinders have community, we have purpose. If we all give up and go home, then you lot will retaliate with fire and lightning and ice and will brand us as the sole perpetrators until the end of time."

"And if you need my abilities so badly, then why do you keep threatening my life?"

That one stalls him for a moment.

"Just because your parents bribed you to behave with Simoleons and treats, that doesn't mean I'm going to do the same. Mother and Father aren't here. If you help us with your magic and help to keep the witchfinders alive, then we'll reward you with keeping your life in spite of your blood. If you don't, then you pay with your life. And if any of your family is still alive, well, perhaps I might find them, too."

"And then you keep paying Mrs. Annorin with money you eventually won't have."

James's eyes bulge. 

"And with you in the ground, your witch friends won't have anyone to heal them for free either."

"Can I ask you another question, pretty please, Mr. Witchfinder, Sir?"

He slaps me again, this time on the other cheek. There's a burning warmth on either side of my face, but I don't plan on staying silent.

"Enough of the sarcasm. What is it?"

"Did you ever know a witchfinder named Brádach? It would have been a long time ago, just before I was born."

James puts a his chin on his knuckles in thought. "I think so. The one who took the Rite? Worked with Gideon? Why, was he a relative of yours?" 

"My grandfather on my mother's side. He turned his back on his own people to save his own skin. I'm not going to repeat after him. I won't work for you. You can do whatever you like to me. I won't do it." 

James throws his sword to the floor like a toddler, and turns to me with a monstrous expression. I don't say any of this without a burning fear rising inside of me, but I can't repeat Brádach's mistake. If I heal the witchfinders to save my own skin, they can and will go after everyone I care about.

"James...Her magic could be useful. At least give her a day to think this through."

I stifle a gasp. The man on the left is the one who speaks. I won't pretend I understand where it is witchfinders seem to draw a line at 'too much', but in this situation, I suppose I have to appreciate it to some extent.

"Give her until tomorrow," he says, with a peculiar sense of urgency. "Give her until tomorrow night to change her mind."

"Fine. One night. One more night! Damn you and your bleeding heart, Jowan! Don't let her out of your sight! And if she screams for help, you know what to do."

James storms out of the cabin, almost slamming the door behind him before realising he ought to not attract attention. Kat's cabin is fairly out-of-the-way...I don't know if anyone will find me here, and I dread to think what will happen when James returns...

The room is silent enough that I can hear the wind outside, and I can once again hear the chanting.

"May I speak?"

The man on the left nods. 

"Why did you delay him like that?"

Jowan crosses his arms and his brown eyes glow in the candlelight.  

"Your magic is useful. You should think about helping us. No good dying for a cause, especially not at your age. They won't celebrate you; they'll forget you. They'll be glad it was you and not them. You know no-one will remember you in fifty years, don't you? You'll just be yet another gravestone."

"And if you kill me, so will you."

[thewalkingplumbob]

Previously / Legacy Tag

Transcript below:

Meanwhile...

Daycare associate: Can I help you?

???: I'm here to pick up Luca Francisco. There's been a...family emergency.

Daycare associate: Oh? Well I can only release him to you if you're one of his safe contacts--

"Naomi": I'm his Aunt, Naomi Kibo.

Daycare associate: Okay... Well you're on the list. So just sign here and you can take him.

Kiara: It's going to be alright, my baby boy. You're back where you belong.

[thestressedsimmer]

Christmas, 1317: Olde Platz Cathedral

Christmas mass was usually a time of celebration, the beginning of twelve days of merriment. For the past few years, however, there has been a more somber tone.

In their little barony, people have been dying. Of starvation, of illness, of random muggings gone wrong. It was hard to even celebrate the Watcher as they're called to do.

Hugh took most of the children with his entourage, but Joan had been distressed when she had seen the suffering in the street. Elanor offered to walk home with her personally so she could answer any of her burning questions.

She rattled them off like only a toddler could. So many whys. The problem was there was no good answer this time. Why were their people suffering? Because the Watcher wills it. Why does the Watcher will it?

Nobody can say.

The questions eventually slowed to a stop. Elanor figured that her daughter was either too saddened to continue or had finally gotten distracted.

Then she realized. Her hand wasn't in hers anymore.

She didn't panic immediately. The church was a safe place, her children knew that. They often wandered back to try and make friends or trick some of the elders into giving them coin.

"Joan?" She called towards the church. When she saw Father Walter leaving and no sign of her daughter among the group of children playing tag in the courtyard? Her heart sank.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

"Joan?! Joan?! Has anyone seen my daughter?!"

Everything stopped. The few festivities that had begun stuttered to a halt and all eyes turned to Elanor. The children were ushered inside while other mothers and the men who had stuck around gathered around to help look.

But Joan was nowhere to be found.

[mrs-gilscarbo]

San Sequoia, Spring 1920s

One night as Nico was working on the next days' batch of nectar he heard a knock at the door. It was unusual for him to have a visitor so late- except, of course, Bonnie- if she was able to sneak away. Nico was thrilled that he might have the chance to see her once more before the wedding. But when he opened the door, there was nobody to be seen.

Nico barely had time to register what was happening before he felt a blow to his head, followed by white-hot pain and total darkness.

When he finally came to, he had no idea how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? He tried to open his eyes but still only saw darkness. He had a blindfold on. Fuck. He tried to orient himself. The room smelled damp. Crates. A hint of nectar... the creaking of floorboards. There was no way he wasn't in the Boss' warehouse right now. In which case, he may as well be dead already.

It wasn't long before he heard the echoing of footsteps clanging down a metal staircase. Nico managed to get himself up to his knees just as his blindfold was pulled off.

Nico's eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and he felt a throbbing pain in the right side of his face.

And then, like a pistol butt to the back of his head, it hit him- Sergio. The Boss' nephew, Bonnie's fiancé. He was so unbelievably fucked.

[simersims4]

Похищение (Kidnapping)

[Спустя несколько недель]…

Гуляя вечером по городу в котором я живу, на встречу мне шел какой то странный мужчина. Я решив что какой то странный тип, стал гулять дальше и размышлять. Как вдруг раздавшийся удар кулаком мне в лицо. От силы удара я вырубился.

От лица Мальтуса:

Я целенаправленно шел на Святослава, знав что он стал подростком уже. Мне нужно было как то его доставить до босса. И кроме как через удар его отключить. Я не хотел этого, но другого шанса не видел. Сам бы он не пошел и посчитал меня сумасшедшим. Ударив его он тут же свалился. Он был худой но одновременно тяжелый. По-тихому я стал поднимать его что бы уложить на себя. Спустя какое то время я смог. И вот отправляюсь в мир волшебников.

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АВТОР ПРОТИВ ИЗБИЕНИЕ И НАСИЛИЯ. ЭТО ВСЕГО ЛИШЬ ИСТОРИЯ…

[A few weeks later]…

Walking in the evening around the city where I live, some strange man was walking towards me. Deciding that I was some kind of strange guy, I began to walk further and think. When suddenly there was a fist blow to my face. The force of the blow knocked me out.

From Malthus:

I purposefully walked towards Svyatoslav, knowing that he had already become a teenager. I needed to somehow get him to the boss. And except through a blow to turn it off. I didn't want this, but I didn't see any other chance. He wouldn’t have gone himself and thought I was crazy. Having hit him, he immediately fell down. He was thin but heavy at the same time. Quietly, I began to lift him to lay him on top of me. After some time I was able to. And so I go to the world of wizards.

On behalf of the author:

THE AUTHOR IS AGAINST BEATING AND VIOLENCE. THIS IS JUST A STORY...

[lucaorama]

might try and write a story semi-based on my bg3 tav

a sorcerer and a bard walk into a forest unable to be five feet apart b/c they're gay of a binding spell

[mysticauraquartz]

what

[wa-royal-tea]

Happy birthday to my favourite twins! 🥰 - 21st January 20XX

@thebrixtons

[libationsims]

•We Are Gonna Get Our Money Back•

[freezerbnuuy]

Act 6:8- The Curse is Come Upon Me (Page 1)

LORE | CHARACTERS | ABOUT / WARNINGS | CHAPTERS

← PREVIOUS | BEGINNING | NEXT →

CONTENT WARNING: I am warning for the whole chapter here: kidnapping, violence, threat, fire, death. Things are going to get more violent and dark from here on out, so this is your warning.

SPOILER WARNING: Massive spoilers this chapter. If you are planning to eventually read the story block the #divided sims 4 story spoilers tag.

Róisín

When Valravn and I arrived, we arrived to the din of yelling and the glow of torches and the blinding glint of torchlight upon their swords. Why are they here now? He's been gone for over two months.

The witchfinders chanted and protested for the whereabouts of Owen Annorin, demanding that he be brought to justice for what he did to Eduardo Volpe and calling him cowardly for hiding in his mansion whilst them, the 'normal' people, died in the streets. No 'normal' person would be doing as they were doing, marching through the streets bringing death to the men and women of Finchwick and beyond. 

No - of course they would be doing as they were doing. Of course the working people would. Of course women would. I question why certain people would ever take up the sword the way the witchfinders often did. Whether they were given no choice by circumstance or whether they proudly fought against witches, of course they would. Everyone in this country is as equally capable of cruelty as the other, and the only differences between them are in their justifications.

It is easy to forget in all this conflict that cruelty sometimes looks and feels more like you than you would like to believe.

Valravn demanded that I run to safety - she told me not to go into the mansion in case the witchfinders got in. Her shrill screeches drown out the screaming protesters, and her enormous wings beat hard enough to knock half the enormous crowd to their feet. The thud of her pawpads sends violet ripples through the pondwater. I hid behind the bushes and snuck out away from the lights... only to think they were all distracted.

A sinking stone of pure horror slips from my throat into my stomach when he moves into the light. The man I healed - he was one of them. The man who acted as if he cared for the plight of witches. The man who benefitted from us and slaughtered us in equal measure.

Of course he would. 

"Don't utter a word. No-one will hear you through all that noise anyway. One utterance and I'll slit your throat so you never speak again."

The bounciness from his tone of voice is gone. His tone is dreary and empty, devoid of any of his previous feigned compassion. 

The surprise alone silences me completely. His pointing a sword at me means nothing, but the way he managed to deceive me the way he did...why does it feel this way every time a man deceives you? I am both always and never surprised in a way that is difficult to explain.

"Owen left months ago. Why are you here now?"

He laughs in his throat. "Come with me, Esther - and don't even think about running off on me."

With his sword held out towards my back, James walks me through the darkness to where I can only assume is some kind of hideout not terribly far from the mansion. When I realise where this place is, I want to kill him where he stands.

It's Kat and Ellie's old cabin. It was burned down once before, and now once again, it no longer belongs to her. When I enter, James throws me to the floorboards as two other men tie me to a chair in the middle of the room. I don't struggle too much against the ropes; they dig into my skin. I try to focus on my breathing and think of Lunvin. She would not want me to show fear. A wolf does not submit to a sheep. The clouds are thick across the skies tonight…

"This place doesn't belong to you!"

"I don't think the original owner is here to tell us otherwise, is she?"

I can still hear the vague sound of the protesting witchfinders from here.

"Let's start with a proper introduction," he says, in a slimy voice. "What is your name?"

"You know my name!"

He clears his throat. "Let's start over, then. I am not Charles. I am James. I gave you a false name."

For now, I play his game. I don't have much other choice. "Róisín." 

"That's much prettier than Esther. Innisgreen, I assume?"

I don't reply to that.

"So why am I on trial when you already know I have magic?"

James cackles in his throat. "Trials? We don't bother with trials anymore. You're here because your powers fascinate me. Would you tell me more about them?"

"Absolutely not."

He grits his teeth, and looks back to his men. As much as I want to ask him about Maddie, there's no real point. I at least know now that, if it was Maddie who attacked him, she had good reason to - she hadn't gone after an innocent person like I'd assumed.

James places a boot on the edge of my chair and places the tip of his blade against my dress. I feel myself shiver, and force myself not to react to him. I refuse to fulfill his sick power fantasies.

"I'll ask again - can you tell me more about your powers?"

If only I had the wolf - I could tear out of these ropes and shred him to pieces. I can't tell him that my magic is reliant on the moon being out. If he sees that I'm of no consistent use, I'll be killed.

"It's healing magic. I get it from the Moon."

He removes his boot from my chair and his sword from my leg.

"In all my years of killing people like you, I've never met anyone who can heal others the way you can. How rare is this ability?"

"Very. Most of us are dead. Hazard a guess as to why."

"Less of the acid tongue, madam, or I'll cut it out."

[veryconfusedviking]

every time I play sims I end up becoming a lesbian >:(

[paigeyssims2004]

⚡Ay, Frankie's got me fallin' apart 🪡

special thanks to @mooneonthings for her Monster High CC, absolutely Fang-tastic