fitgof
Flowers in the Garden of Fires
A Berry Pastel Rainbowcy by @berryconfetti
Current: Generation One
388 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
bestinteriorinpatna
Best Interior Designer in Patna
foamandbedding
Foam and Bedding incorp Masks and Things
a-student-out-of-time
A Student Out Of Time
candicocklover27
Untitled
deuxi
xiao
Text
Before collecting the photos and matching them back together with their files, Pond sat at the table for a while to look over them one last time. He’d worked so hard putting this case together only to lose it - and to who? Probably Agents Geranium and Crocus who couldn’t find their own noses on their own faces.
The blinds were drawn on the windows separating his boss’s office from the rest of the agents' open work space but Pond could see Sonora's shadow toiling away inside. He knew his boss wouldn’t be able to see him out here with the blinds drawn, and there was no one else in the room either. Taking a chance, Pond slipped one of the files into his desk drawer. No one will even know that it’s missing.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Go home.”
“There’s nothing for me there. I’ve got plenty to do here.”
“Pond, listen to me. Find some other cases to close and you’ll forget all about this one.” Sonora found a cigarette in his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth to light it. “In fact, I demand it. There’s been a string of robberies along Beetroot 66 you can look into instead.”
“That’s bullshit, sir!”
The robberies had been in the newspaper for months and Pond had read all about them. There was nothing sinister or mysterious about the thefts, it was obviously local cowboys running heists. Being assigned a case like that was busy work to keep him too occupied to be involved in the serial killings.
“Sometimes you have to wade through bullshit in this job, Pond,” Sonora sighed. “Bring these files to my office and I’ll hand over your new assignment.” That was it. Pond knew his boss well enough to know the conversation was over and Sonora proved it by walking away and leaving no room for argument.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death mention cw#murder cw
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
The only light in the room was the glowing fluorescent tube above Pond’s head. The photos and notes of some of [redacted]’s mysterious unsolved cases were spread out on the table in front of him. His stomach rumbled at the sight of the half eaten sandwich that he hadn’t touched since lunchtime.
“Jesus, Pond, why are you still here? It’s late.”
“I found another one,” Pond replied. He hadn’t noticed how dark it was outside until his boss walked into the room. After staring at these cases for most of the day, he was no closer to knowing how to solve them.
Secret Agent Sonora looked closer at the crime scenes spread across the table top. “I’ve told you before that this is a waste of time; these cases aren’t connected in the slightest. Each sim has a different cause of death.”
“There is a connection here, I know there is.” Each of the photos were like puzzle pieces and Pond enjoyed a good puzzle. He shuffled them around the table trying to fit each victim’s story together so it made sense. But none of it made sense to him. Not yet anyway.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death mention cw
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
【ＲＥＤＡＣＴＥＤ】
ꜱᴀɴ ᴍᴀʀᴀꜱᴄʜɪɴᴏ ʜQ
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
ι нανє ƒєαяє∂ тнє мσσηѕ αт уσυя ∂σσя 🌙
#ts4 edit#ts4 story#simblr#bpr#berry sweet sims#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#fitgof extra
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alouette held the dagger, still coated in his own blood, into the air above his head. The chanting intensified as Alouette plunged the knife straight into Amy’s heart. He didn’t even hesitate. A piercing scream escaped Amy’s lips.
Searing pain blossomed through her chest as currents of power burst through the blade embedded into her heart. Amy levitated into the air electrified by the energies of all witches– of those who stood before Amy now, and of those from the countless generations who had submitted themselves to the Blood Mages on this sacred ground in time past.
Amy’s world faded, and there was darkness.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death cw#dead body cw#blood cw#violence cw#murder cw
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Lie down,” Alouette commanded, pointing to the altar and Amy obeyed. He took the cup away and cast it aside before dressing himself into a robe to match his coven. He didn’t cover his face with a hood and Amy wasn’t sure if that was to make her feel more comfortable, if he even cared about such a thing. Unlike everyone else, there was no need to mask his identity.
The stone altar was cold despite the surrounding warmth of the burning fires and the witches circling around them, continuing their ritualistic dance. Their clasped hands reached towards the sky and their bodies contorted into impossible positions. Shadows came alive and danced alongside them.
“Are you ready?” Alouette asked.
Through a gap in dancers, Amy caught a glimpse of the scarred face on the Burned Lady and a bittersweet ache overcame her. She managed to nod, her voice lost somewhere inside her gut. Death is a just punishment if this ritual doesn’t work. The Familiar Mother pulled her binding ropes taut and twisted her face into disappointment.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death mention cw
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Remember the power you held when you killed Robin. How it made you feel.” Alouette’s whispers tickled her neck. “Don’t you want that power all the time, Ava? When you go home don’t you want to show everyone you know how powerful you truly are?”
She did remember; the guilt ate away at her every day. But fighting the hungry beast that consumed her insides was the control she had felt as she unleashed her magic. That power was hers, but at what cost?
The wind wailed but Amy ignored it and raised the cup to her lips. Alouette was right. Amy was weak but sharing his blood and allowing his magic inside her would only make her stronger. If her parents disapproved they only had themselves to blame. The blood was warm and its metallic tang spread through her mouth, and trickled down her throat. She drank the entire thing.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#blood cw
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
The crowd parted, revealing a stone altar behind them. Alouette led Amy towards it and picked up a dagger from its top and sliced the blade across his skin. When blood began to weep from his fresh wound, Alouette seeped it into a cup, and pushed the bloody drink into Amy’s hands.
The forbidden rituals of blood magic were unknown to Amy but this coven understood. A new incantation begun, their voices reciting a chant in low voices. Magic sparked in the air and the witches moved through it in a synchronised dance, twisting and turning as they circled the altar.
Amy’s hands trembled, and the blood inside the vessel rippled, distorting her reflection in the dark liquid. It was her parents' fault that she was even in this situation. They had refused her ascensions, prioritising their wealth and collections instead of her magic. If it wasn’t for them Amy wouldn’t have to resort to Alouette’s help and guidance nor even consider an ascension bound by blood.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#blood cw
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Watching over the gathering from what was once the temple’s pulpit stood the Charmed Sire. His stone likeness, once fallen, loomed from a broken pedestal in the chancel. The Burned Lady and the Familiar Mother watched from the sides of the nave. All of the statues were covered in unruly plants, and stained in centuries of dirt, moss and something else.
“Is this a blood ascension?” Amy asked.
“Do you really think you can go much further without one?” Alouette squeezed her hand.
Ever since she was a little girl Amy had dreamed about her ascension just as many young witches do. But it was a rite of passage that she never imagined to be performed by blood magic. She thought the practise had died out long-ago, when the Blood Mages had been banished, or maybe she misunderstood how long ago long-ago truly was.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#blood cw
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
The thicket of trees began to give way to an old and forgotten township, with rotted buildings, ruins and broken paths hidden under gnarly overgrowth. Foundations of what once formed a place of worship stood at the end of an old street, hosting a gathering of cloaked figures between its fallen stone columns.
“Who are they?” Amy whispered, stopping at the dilapidated entrance. A breeze whipped around them, flickering the flames of the candles scattered around the crumbled ruins.
“Don’t be scared,” Alouette said, acknowledging the source of the wind. “They’re here for you, Ava.”
Wind rippled the air again, billowing the cloaks of the crowd dancing to the rhythm of ritualistic chants. Amy recognised their words in the Olde Language and grabbed Alouette's hand. These witches really were all there for her. This gathering was to celebrate an ascension.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Branches snapped and scratched against Amy’s skin. She rubbed at her bare arms, hoping she wasn’t being led to her own grave. When Alouette had told her to dress for a night of celebration Amy didn’t think he’d be dragging her out into the woods. Would anyone find her body out here? Amy didn’t even know what Alouette had done with Robin’s.
Feelings of guilt washed over Amy at the thought of Robin. The look on her face and the sound of her cries weighed Amy down like a boulder dropped on her chest. But that weight was nothing to what Robin would have felt, when Amy ripped the air from Robin’s lungs and suffocated her.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death mention cw
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ
𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝓊 𝒫𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓈
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕖
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕖, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟' 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Robin wheezed and choked and struggled and gasped until there was no more air for her to breathe. It was only when Alouette collapsed to the floor, laughing between his own fits of breath, that Amy realised what she had done.
“I killed her!” Amy dropped to her knees. She couldn’t take her eyes off Robin’s body slumped in the chair. Lifeless.
“That was amazing. You were amazing.” Alouette said. He reached out for Amy, pulling her close to him. “I’m going to kiss you."
The moment their lips touched Amy felt calm, and she soon forgot where she was and all of her troubles. But when they pulled apart and Amy saw Robin’s body again she couldn’t bear it. She pushed Alouette away and ran up into the house and to the safety of her bedroom.
On her bed was the sketchpad Robin had gifted her, now filled with the smiling faces of all her friends and the lover she had left behind. Amy screamed and ripped the pages from the book, shredding each and every piece of paper through her fingers until she was surrounded by confetti. There was nothing left of her friends anymore. She doesn’t deserve them. Not a single one.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death cw#death mention cw#dead body cw#murder cw#kidnapping cw#we'll be back after easter
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
A fiery heat of anger built up inside and surged through Amy’s body. She thought Robin was a friend, but Robin had betrayed Alouette, his coven, and their entire friendship, not to mention poor Orris himself.
The whispers of air flowing through the cellar heard Amy’s anger and fuelled by her growing hatred it began to circle around Amy in a frenzy, capturing dirt and dust in its fury. Amy focused on it, forcing it under her own control instead of letting it be free like when the thunder cracked and the summer snows fell.
“Ava, please,” Robin pleaded.
This time there was no wand to commandeer Amy’s power and force her magic. This time it is pure Amy. Her feet lifted off the ground, and she floated with the air whipping violently around her. The atmosphere inside the cellar began to shift and swirl and the more she focused, the more the air changed. For anyone that wasn’t Amy, the cellar became a suffocating prison.
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#murder cw#death cw#kidnapping cw
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Amy turned to face Robin. “Did you?” Her voice was shaky and she felt her hands tremble too. The candles flickered again. “Did you kill Orris?”
A cruel smile tugged at Alouette’s lips as he released his power over Robin to allow her to confess her crime.
“He made me do it! Just like he’s making you now! He made me.” Robin thrashed herself in the chair trying to pull free of the binding ropes. Tears began to stream down her face. “Don’t trust him, Ava!”
#ts4 story#berry pastel rainbowcy#bpr#berry sweet sims#simblr#fitgof bpr#fitgof chapter 5#fitgof gen 1#death mention cw#kidnapping cw
8 notes
·
View notes