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blueberrypancakesworld · 9 months

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Watch over you...my Heart

warning : fluff, comfort, some angst, blood, no use of Y/n

Jonathan Reid x fem!reader

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London in the early 1920s was a city full of rubbish, filth, seedy characters, rubbish and above all death and rats. It was one of the homes of the Spanish flu, a disease that was and would continue to ravage the remaining people who had not already been killed by the first world war.

A disease that did not stop at londn with its several districts, whether at the harbour or directly in the dirtiest place of whitechappel, even the rich were not spared. They all fell ill sooner or later and if it wasn't the Spanish flu then it was the countless other illnesses that one caught in this dirty city.

The only hope in this godless and dark time was not the church, which wanted to set everything on fire from Whitechapel. No, the hope and the light of the people came from the Pembroke hospital which was the centre.

The centre where the new nurse worked. She had been working at the hospital for a few weeks now and nothing had changed. Only the misery seemed to have become worse.

Until he showed up. Dr. Jonathan Reid will be available to advise and assist our hospital," Edgar, the hospital director, had said. he and many other older colleagues were full of energy when they heard the doctor's famous name.

A master of blood transfusion and blood itself, and a recent war veteran. He was not only handsome with his dark brown soft hair, his well-groomed beard and his light almost grey eyes.

He also had a kind of hopefulness about him that changed depending on how he found people. To some he was always friendly and understanding to others he was realistic and cool.

But with her, with her he was almost reserved. It's like he's afraid of me, she thought as she lifted her gaze from one of the patients and watched the well-dressed doctor walk up the stairs to his office. Turning back to her patient and trying to concentrate on him, she couldn't help but feel eyes on her again.

Eyes that seemed to have been watching her for days, appearing like rats only to disappear like bats with a few flaps of their wings. She felt an invisible noose threatening to wrap around her neck. As if something was trying to pull her into the darkness of London.

Turning away from the patient after administering the injection and looking at the window, she saw only the darkness staring back at her. Am I imagining things? she asked herself and continued to walk through the hospital in search of her next patient, the next injured or dead person.

Although she met a few of the other nurses on her way, there was hardly ever time for conversation. Only at dawn did London seem quiet and watch the sun. A phenomenon she shared and enjoyed, standing at the window or in the courtyard watching the sun.

Just as she was about to look out into the courtyard again, a voice reached her ear. ,,Come to me" it said in an engaging voice that sounded almost childlike and yet so infinitely distorted. Her eyes, which seemed to be full of clarity, were now dull, almost tired, and she felt almost as if she had fallen asleep.

A state in which she seemed to nod off again and again and yet her legs moved. Ignoring patients calling for help, ignoring the doctors asking for her and not hearing the other nurses asking for her.

Only that engaging voice and something like an invisible force lured her slowly through one of the back exits towards the rear courtyard. The dark courtyard, lit only by sparse lamps, in which many a corpse was already piled up because there was no room for them.

Going on and on, she did not see how the shadows began to move, not human, and the ghastly victims of the epidemic and the blood and the bite came out. In her trance she did not see the beasts slowly coming towards her, for her everything still seemed like a dream from which she would wake up.

She would probably have fallen asleep again at one of the patients' beds. She did not hear the shrieking and hissing of the creatures as they tried to feed on her. She did not hear the doctor's eyes look at her with concern. Before she was jerked out of her dream harshly, piercingly and painfully.

The first thing she felt as she was pulled to the ground was the throbbing in her head as it hit the cobblestones, then her shoulder and collarbone burning and lastly the blood splattering into her vision before she cried out in fear.

Fear that the infected, the sick would kill her. Trying to push the man, or what was left of him, away from her, the pain in her shoulder only widened.

Before a shot rang out followed by more blood. As the shot ripped the man from her and was him back, the blood from the ground taking shape and impaling and dividing the attackers. Blood.

Everything around her seemed to be covered in blood. But in all the chaos there was someone who seemed to be telling her that everything was going to be all right.

The man she thought would be the last to save her. ,,Jonathan," his name escaped her as she tried to rise and grabbed her shoulder, whimpering. The creature's claws had bored into her skin, leaving deep cuts.

As if Jack the Ripper himself had struck. ,,Are you all right?" he asked standing over her before pulling her up, which was a mistake. She barely nodded and black spots appeared on her legs.

Staggering forward, however, she was gently held by the doctor as he pressed her back against him and his cold fingers went to her neck. He seemed to be searching for something before he murmured something reassuring and then she just felt him take her up in his arms.

How he took her back to the hospital without taking his eyes off her for even a second. But the strangest thing about it all was that she felt safe and secure. But why was her heart beating so fast?

The first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes was the glow of lamps and candles. Followed by a dull pain in her shoulder which caused her to fall back into the mattress after she had tried to stand up. ,,Please don't, you need to rest," a soft voice immediately sounded and she saw Jonathan step out of the room towards her.

In his hands was a cup of tea that he had probably just brewed. Moving up as far as she could, she took the cup from him with slightly shaky hands.

She almost flinched He's freezing she thought and remembered his cold fingers on her neck. Was he always like that? was just one of the questions that came to her mind.

She had never been alone with him for more than a few minutes. His rescue and now seemed almost like hours. And yet her heart did not seem to calm down. As if he noticed this, he immediately reached for his stethoscope and came to her.

He pressed it gently and softly on her chest and listened to her fast beating heart. While she felt the pleasant warmth spreading over her cheek as he was lightly over her.

How his greyish eyes watched her and yet there was a small smile on his lips. The smell of books and leather and the cool night seemed to surround him. Which seemed to say that everything was going to be all right. ,,How are you feeling?" he asked and she almost laughed at the banality and irony.

A question she usually asked and never got asked. Putting the tea down carefully on her lap she replied, ,,My head doesn't hurt anymore my shoulder I feel a dull throbbing and listlessness".

She saw him nod before he took out a small notebook and began to write down her symptoms before moving to a workbench. She heard him start to mix something and brew knew that he was also skilled in the field of medicine making.

A remarkable man. ,,I hope youdon't mind me cutting into your uniform," he said, looking over his shoulder at her and seeing that he had seen her embarrassment.

As she turned her gaze away and looked down at her torso, her dark blouse clinging loosely to her body. ,,It's all right, doctor, you had to work on the wound," she murmured and took a few sips of tea.

But the attack she tried to remember as her wound continued to throb seemed like a distant dream. A dream she could only remember in fragments. But what she did know was that Jonathan Reid had saved her. ,,You-You saved me," she said suddenly as he turned to her with a tonic.

She saw something like discomfort flash in his eyes before he handed her the vial. ,,I happened to see you from my office before the infected attacked you. I'm sorry I didn't get to you quicker," he said and sat down on a small chair next to his bed where she lay.

He watched her nodding and forming her opinion before she drank the tincture and washed it down with tea. For a moment he stayed with her, explaining that she needed more rest. At least two more days before she could start working again and of course he would pay for a new uniform.

She felt the mixture of tincture, tea and his soothing voice making her more and more tired. How he took the empty teacup from her and stayed with her for another moment. Just as he rose to leave, however, she grabbed his hand as if looking for support.

Her life met his death. The vampire looked down at his love, his love that he had fallen for and was desperately trying to protect her from the dangers out there and from himself. ,,Thank you Jonathan for everything" she said and saw his surprise turn to devotion and joy.

He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently before leaning down and kissing the back of her hand. ,,I'll watch over you" he replied before she let go of him and his steps moved away from her bed and he turned off the light in the room. But his gaze, even in the darkness of his room, would never leave her. He would spend his infinity watching over her. Until her heart would be his.

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@howboutwedont , @storiesundercandlelight , @buryustogether , @trashcansally , @einethegoblin

I tagged you because I saw you were like the only persons writing for Jonathan maybe you like it

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mzannthropy · 5 months

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🎄🎄🎄Merry Maudmas 🎄🎄🎄

Aunt Cyrilla's Christmas Basket

Aunt's Cyrilla's basket is full of goodies, but for some reason, her niece, Lucy Rose, gets real embarrassed about it. She says it's awfully 'countryfied', to which Aunt Cyrilla responds that she is countryfied. Lucy Rose, as the narrator tells us, is very young and has a lot to learn about the world.

Lucy Rose and her aunt have planned to spend their Christmas in a place called Pembroke, with Cyrilla's nephew Edward, his wife Geraldine and their children. It's not clear whether Edward is Lucy's brother or a cousin. Lucy really seems to have it in for the poor basket, so much that the night before their departure, she has nightmares about it.

Aunt Cyrilla fills her basket with delicious Christmas treats, adds presents for the children and, upon Lucy's sarcastic remark, tops it all off with cold roast chicken. Uncle Leopold, Cyrilla's husband (who's not coming with them), warns his wife and her niece that a storm has been forecast and they might not be able to get to Pembroke. Aunt Cyrilla is not worried--she is of the belief that everything is fore-ordained and if they are meant to get to Pembroke, they will get to Pembroke. They get on their train (not without Aunt Cyrilla giving the stationmaster and three little boys an apple apiece from her basket) and sit down. Aunt Cyrilla assesses their fellow passengers, of which there aren't many. There's a man who is clearly a minister, a woman in a sealskin coat looking discontented, a pale young woman, a young man in a military uniform and a young mother with a baby and four other children. Aunt Cyrilla says the kids look like they haven't enjoyed a square meal for a while. Lucy is only worried about what the passengers will think of the basket (she's really self conscious about the poor basket).

True to the predictions, a storm comes, the train gets delayed until it comes to a halt, and the conductor informs them that they won't be able to get to their destinations on time. Aunt Cyrilla, stoic as ever, looks at her basket and remarks at least they won't starve. She opens the basket and starts giving out the goodies.

The passengers gather together and share their stories. The soldier was invalided from South Africa (this was published in 1903, so I'm guessing it's the Second Boer War), and after spending 3 months in a hospital, he was looking forward to going home for Christmas. He has lost an arm in the war. The pale young woman says she has no family, she is a shop girl and is going to Pembroke to look for a new job. The mother's story is the saddest: she has been estranged from her family bc they disapproved of the man she married. He has now died and left her in a bad state. But her father recently wrote to her and invited her for Christmas.

It seems too bad that we are not to get there. I have to be back at work the morning after Christmas.

As it's looking like they will have to spend their Christmas on the train, they eat some of Aunt Cyrilla's food and soon, the children fall asleep. The soldier suggest they should do a Santa Claus for them. Aunt Cyrilla gives them the presents meant for Edward and Geraldine's children. They also put some money in an envelope for their mother. The lady in the sealskin coat says the baby reminds her of a baby she had many years ago that died. Aunt Cyrilla shares the same experience with her.

Christmas morning dawns, the children are delighted over their presents, the passengers have some breakfast and even have a concert. Afterwards, they eat their Christmas dinner, supplied by Aunt Cyrilla's basket.

The storm is over, the tracks get cleared and the train is finally on its way. The company parts at the next station. The mother and her kids have to get the train back home (which breaks my heart, but at least we know she and her parents are no longer estranged) and the lady in sealskin coat offers the pale girl a position at her husband's shop.

Lucy concludes that the basket is really a blessed old thing and

Please forget all the silly things I ever said about it, Aunt C'rilla.

Talk about wholesome! Another one that would make a good Christmas film, I think, kinda period piece Love Actually. It would just need fleshing out the characters more. Also I'd like to see the widowed mother being greeted at the station by her parents and her father telling her, no, you don't have to go to any work tomorrow or ever again, bc you're moving in with us!

If you want to know what was hidden in the basket:

That big fruit cake for one thing—Edward does like my fruit cake; and that cold boiled tongue for another. Those three mince pies too, they'd spoil before we got back or your uncle'd make himself sick eating them—mince pie is his besetting sin. And that little stone bottle full of cream—Geraldine may carry any amount of style, but I've yet to see her look down on real good country cream, Lucy Rose; and another bottle of my raspberry vinegar. That plate of jelly cookies and doughnuts will please the children and fill up the chinks, and you can bring me that box of ice-cream candy out of the pantry, and that bag of striped candy sticks your uncle brought home from the corner last night. And apples, of course—three or four dozen of those good eaters—and a little pot of my greengage preserves—Edward'll like that. And some sandwiches and pound cake for a snack for ourselves. Now, I guess that will do for eatables. The presents for the children can go in on top. There's a doll for Daisy and the little boat your uncle made for Ray and a tatted lace handkerchief apiece for the twins, and the crochet hood for the baby.

#l.m. montgomery #lmmblogging #merry maudmas #christmas #mypost

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storiesundercandlelight · 2 years

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A Darker Temptation

Jonathan Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You volunteer at Pembroke hospital, upon the arrival on the new doctor you decide to offer your help to analyse blood samples and get to know the new doctor over a few weeks of working together… very well.

Author note: I had to do it. I won’t even apologise. How there isn’t more fics out there for this man I do not know 🥵

Warnings: Mentions of blood, NSFW +18, Jonathan fantasises - just a little - about taking your blood.

Early in the game Jonathan - not really any spoilers!

The rain was coming down harder tonight than it had all week, it made working outside the hospital by the tents miserable. But you couldn’t complain, you were simply here helping, not one of the poor souls in the beds.

The hospital was all a buzz since Jonathan had joined the staff. He seemed to know what he was doing, even if he was at times distracted. By what you weren’t exactly sure.

Not for a lack of trying. You made your way up the staircase to the second floor, down the corridor that lead to Jonathan’s office. It was a walk you’d taken many times now despite it only being a few weeks since he had been brought in by Dr. Swansea. You had offered - quite spontaneously- to help Dr.Reid analyse blood samples, you had offered merely to help with his workload but after a few nights working with him you both became hooked on the puzzling results you were finding.

You couldn’t explain some of the samples he was analysis, things just weren’t making sense to you. Jonathan seemed less surprised… more agitated if anything, his brows furrowing when you told him what the bloods showed as if it was the sole cause of his headaches.

Tonight you knew would be no different. You let your hand knock gently against the door waiting a few seconds until you heard the familiar click of the lock and the door opened slightly.

“Ah, good evening”

“Evening doctor” you saw Jonathan relax his shoulders, opening the door more to allow you inside. You suspected he was simply a private sort of man, one who doesn’t allow many into his space easily. “Another batch of samples? The nurse downstairs said you asked for me”

“Yes, I have five tonight, similar circumstances. I think perhaps this will be a matter or comparison between these and earlier samples”

“Alright” you took off your coat, placing it on one of the tables in the centre of the room, making your way towards the back where Jonathan had made a makeshift workshop as it were for you both. You hated to admit how easily you allowed yourself to become familiar with this routine.

On nights where Jonathan didn’t leave a note for you to join him you spent the entire evening thinking about where he could be or what he could be doing. You knew it was foolish to feel this way for a man you barely knew, no matter how many nights you spent helping him.

But alas, your thoughts weren’t always so controllable. You made quick work of setting up the first vial he had brought, working quickly and efficiently as Jonathan grabbed the notes from the previous samples.

He was right, they were looking to be much the same, each sample showing nothing new of significance. You allowed yourself to lean against the table behind you as you watched Jonathan double check each vial and the notes you had both made, his jacket long gone allowing you time to take in his form slightly better now, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his waistcoat well fitted.

“I seem to have wasted your time tonight” his voice jumped you out of your thoughts, eyes snapping up to him, he didn’t seem to have noticed you staring.

“I’m sorry?”

“I had hoped we might have found something new but…”

“Oh, it’s alright. I don’t mind” he offered you a small but defeated smile and leant back himself on the work table across from you, both of you facing each other now.

“Tell me about yourself?” His questions threw you for a second, and he must have seen the confused look on your face for he added: “I mean we’ve been working together quite a lot and… we’ll I don’t know you that well”

“There isn’t much to tell I’m afraid, I live a boring sort of life” you felt nervous saying this, begging your brain to throw something interesting to say at you.

“Hmm, I think I admire that if I’m being completely honest…a simple life sounds quite nice right now”

“I don’t think any of us are destined to have a simple life in these times, simpler for some Im sure, but hard for many”

“Quite right” you pushed yourself away from the desk, moving forward to start clearing away the equipment you used, you startled when Jonathan’s hand gripped your arm stopping you. “I appreciate you helping me… having a friendly face to rely on… even in this circumstance has… meant a lot to me”

You looked over his face, eyes landing on the little scars, the one of his nose, his blue eyes. You hadn’t been this close before, well not like this anyway, leaning over a table full of samples was slightly different to standing so close to each other now, facing each other. “I’m happy to help you Jonathan” you offered him a smile, thinking that was that, but his hand didn’t move.

You looked up at him questioningly, you went to ask what was wrong but you didn’t have time before you felt his lips brush against your own. You froze. Gods above you didn’t mean to but he surprised you. Jonathan pulled back instantly his hand dropping from your arm.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know… forgive me I shouldn’t have-“ you silenced him, leaning up or press your lips back to his, silently thanking your new found confidence for jumping in at the right time. You let your hand slide up the side of his neck pulling him closer, his own hand gripping onto your waist.

When you broke apart for air Jonathan’s eyes scanned over your face, looking you realised for any snippet of regret. He didn’t find any. You didn’t let him. You’d have never believe yourself capable of something so bold if you weren’t living in this moment right now, but you pulled him back to you, your hands now gripping at his waistcoat. This seemed to be the only permission he needed. Jonathan moved forward, walking you back until you felt one of the tables push against you. His hands moved quickly, lifting you up and onto the hard surface, pushing your skirt up just enough to allow him to stand between your legs.

Jonathan’s hands moved up over your chest, fingers brushing against the opening of the blouse you wore. A fire lit inside of you, you could feel it burning through your veins as your mouths moved against each other’s.

He sensed it. His lips kissing down your jaw to your throat. It was as if the beating of your heart was that of his own pounding in his ear, his breathing hitched, he felt his hands tighten on you. An act of passion to you perhaps but he knew better. The temptation was almost unbearable, the delicate skin of your neck against his lips, your blood pumping beneath the surface, so close.

Jonathan moved his mouth from your neck, resting his head against your shoulder as he tried desperately to control himself. He felt your hand in his hair, a silent question he realised. “Forgive me, I… it’s been some time…” a bashful lie but the only he could think of in the moment.

“It’s alright” your voice so soft against his head as you held him there against you in a gently embrace. One he would have happily stayed in if his arousal wasn’t so evident, he realised almost shamefully just how close he’d moved his body into yours, his hardness pushing against you beneath his trousers.

You leaned back, placing a kiss on his forehead, watching him as he looked over you for a moment. His eyes taking in every detail of you before he kissed you again, softer this time. You allowed him to move his hands over you, fingers deftly opening each button of your blouse, exposing the silk slip you had on beneath. Your own hands made quick work of his waistcoat and shirt, fabric falling from the two of you, discarded on the floor, Jonathans hand lifted your leg as he kissed you, pulling off your boots, the sound thudding on the wood below as he dropped them, filling the air, more and more came off until you were left in just your slip and he in just his trousers.

You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath, you grasped at him, pulling him closer, relishing every touch of his hands against your skin. Gasping against his lips when he lifted you from the table, moving towards the bed on the other side of the room. You stayed in his lap when you reached the bed, your legs trapping his on either side as you let yourself press down against him. The groan you pulled from him had the fire inside of you relighting, another wave of confidence washing over you, you reached down between your bodies undoing his trousers. With a little help he was free nestled between you, Jonathan’s hands came up to your shoulders, pushing the delicate straps of your slip down until it fell to your waist, his fingers grazed over your breast.

You tried not to seem to eager but you couldn’t help to soft sigh that fell from you lips, it only seemed to encourage Jonathan more, his lips leaving yours to kiss down your chest until he latched onto one of your nipples. “Jonathan… please”

You felt him move from you, his hands lifting your thighs just enough for you to sink back down onto him. God you’d never felt so full. Your arms wrapped around him, using his shoulders to ease yourself down. Jonathan continued his assault across your collarbone, up the column of your neck, to you jaw. When you took all of him you both moaned against each other, faces pressed close as you both began to move against one another, his hands gripping onto your hips now, moving them against his own.

You let out another moan against your better judgement, anyone could be in the corridor outside. You wondered if Jonathan had the same thought when his mouth covered your own again, swallowing the moans that slipped through.

When once again you broke away for air Jonathan let his lips travel down your neck stopping just above you collarbone, letting his tongue tease the skin there. His muscles tensed as once again he was overcome with the desire to push his teeth into you, his movements more forceful as he fought the dark temptation to taste you. You moaned above him, hips faltering against his as you tensed around him, nearing your end and pulling him towards his own. The closer he got the stronger the temptation was and he was thankful when you pulled his face up to meet your own, using the kiss to silence yourself as you drew nearer and nearer to your climax.

Your fingers dug into Jonathan’s back as you chased your end, his own moans mixing with yours as you both moved. When it finally hit you, you felt like the wind had been knocked from your lungs, a moan you couldn’t contain leaving your lips as you rode out your high, taking Jonathan with you shortly after, a warmth filling you as he finished gasping, his head resting against you as you slowed to a stop.

You all at once had no energy, every muscle in your body seeming to go limp as you let yourself lean into Jonathan. Your eyes growing heavy with sleep. You felt his arms wrapped around you, strong and sturdy as he lifted you from him, placing you on the bed, you felt him lay beside you, the softness of sheets being placed over your skin, a small kiss on your forehead before you let sleep claim you.

It wasn’t until a gentle breeze and the bustling noise from outside woke you that you realised you slept through most of the night, the sun had not yet risen but you could hear the sounds of workers in the streets readying themselves for the days work. You scanned the room but you were alone, a small note left on a trunk by the bed with your name writing on the folded paper.

Duty calls I’m afraid. I apologise for leaving you, but I very much look forward to our next encounter. I will endeavour to bring more samples back with me for tonight, if you would do me the honor that is.

Yours, Jonathan

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orionali · 1 year

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SIMS 4: PEMBROKE HOSPITAL — VAMPYR — FULL CC LIST

Disclaimer: I “ranked” the CC that had been used in order of relevance — from “you can technically play without this but the Hospital is going to look abysmally half-assed and will be missing heaps of assets” to “you can play without this and most you’re going to be missing is a few clutter items.”

All CC that I used is free/not-early-access.

A big thank you goes to all CC creators; you’re the reason this game hasn’t died yet!

FIND THIS BUILD ON THE GALLERY, ID: a_orionali

~[THIS POST AS A GOOGLE DOC.]~

1. MUST-HAVE CC:

⟹ Syboulette

LOFT BRICK BUILD. Used for the fencing around Pembroke and is its main outside wallpaper. The inside columns are from this pack as well.

HIPPOCRATE. The required hospital pack.

⟹ TheJim07

MANSION PANELS - PART 02. The entire second floor of the Pembroke (sans Edgar’s office) uses this CC wallpaper.

OFFICE SET FROM TS3. Edgar’s (fancy) desk is here. Attention: if you don’t download this, all the vast clutter on the said desk will disappear into the ether.

⟹ Sixam

SMALL SPACES: PANTRY. Uses many clutter items from the pack. Edgar’s leftmost office shelf is also from this pack.

SMALL SPACES: LAUNDRY ROOM. The basement laundry room is functional and decorated thanks to this pack.

HOME BASICS COMPLETE COLLECTION. Lots of excellent deco-clutter here (books mostly).

WEDNESDAY GOTH BEDROOM. Edgar’s favorite papier mache skull is from here. Yes, I’m putting that skull alone in the must-have section because, woah, does Edgar love it.

⟹ Felixandre and/or Harrie

OCTOBER 2017. The statue in the Pembroke plaza is here.

JANUARY 2018. A few windows and the two back doors are from here.

ORJÁNIC, PART 1 AND 2. Some trusses/windows were used and the main doorways are from here too.

LONDON EXTERIOR. Nearly all of the exterior doors and windows are from this set and that shouldn’t come as a surprise.

KYOTO, PART 2. The planks from this pack form the cosmetic “lines” you can see on Pembroke’s facade. The same planks have also been used as boards for the windows of Jonathan’s office.

BERLIN, PART 2. The dome sitting on the topmost platform of the hospital is from here.

APRIL 2018. The extravagant chandelier that’s on the second floor in front of Edgar’s office is here.

MAY 2018. The main door is from this pack.

⟹ Pierisim

WINTER GARDEN PART 2. The complementary tile/floor for Pembroke’s first floor.

MCM, PART 1 — 5. Ditto.

MAISON MEULIÈRE. Another excellent pediment for the hospital’s roofs is here.

DOMAINE DU CLOS, PART 1 — 4. Some windows/doors that have been used are from here.

COLDBREW COFFESHOP, ALL PARTS. Clutter again, but also the arch that has been used as the elevator “door” (linking the third floor and the attic) is here.

⟹ Various Creators

BATHROOM MIRROR TILES by pralinesims. Main tile/floor for Pembroke’s first/third floors.

VARA OFFICE SET. The cozy chairs for other doctors’ (not Edgar, not Jonathan) offices are here.

2. GOOD-TO-HAVE CC:

⟹ Syboulette

IN CONSTRUCTION. Clutter from this pack fills the plaza in front of the entrance.

IMPERIUM CONCRETE. Uses the minimalistic but lovely frieze from this pack.

CURVED STAIRS. Uses the stairs from this pack to join the second and third floors because Sims 4 stairs cannot be spun diagonally and, in Vampyr, the stairs are nestled in the nook of the “tips” of the structure. If you can somehow fit a vanilla stair there (I couldn’t) or when EA gives us the power to turn the things 45° you can toss this CC.

ATTIC. Used to clutter, unoriginally, the attic of the hospital where Geoffrey tries to punt you.

A LA FERME ROOF. Uses the cute white pediment to support the Pembroke roof.

⟹ TheJim07

IONIC ORDER SET - PART I AND PART II. Uses miscellaneous decor from these two (like the pedestals that adorn the plaza statue).

FOUNTAIN EDGE SET. Uses the arched trim from this pack to mask the frankly atrocious way circular platforms interact with anything in the Sims 4.

LYON WROUGHT IRON FENCE. The pillars from this CC bracket the main entrance of the hospital.

⟹ Pierisim

OAK HOUSE, PART 1 — 6. All around great series. Tons of clutter have been pulled from here.

⟹ Felixandre and/or Harrie

LIVIN' RUM. Quite nice clutter objects are here.

HALCYON KITCHEN. Cute barstools for the staff's third-floor kitchen are here.

PARIS, PART 1. A few interior doors are from this pack.

FLORENCE, PART 2. Some elegant main entrance door decor is from here.

BERLIN, PART 3. Some lovely shelves and pretty books for all the doctors’ offices.

BERLIN, PART 1. Some interior trims and windows can be found in this pack.

MARCH 2018. Some decorative spires for the hospital’s exterior are here.

⟹ Various Creators

(NOT SO) VAMPIRE BATHROOM by simsinwonderland. Recolored plumbing items from Vampires never looked so good before.

FLAGS!!! by SimPlistic. Slapped on some Union Jacks onto this build because of reasons.

APOTHECARY CABINET, BOTTLES, LEDGER, AND CHEST by magnolianfarewell. A very thematic set that I use here.

TS4 VINTAGE GRAMOPHONE by HappyLifeSims. To period-appropriately fill Pembroke with music. Irrelevant, but I strongly recommend HappyLifeSims’s entire Patreon catalog. They make the best 1920’s CAS clothes.

H&B STORE STUFF by littledica. Used the Simlish alphabet from here to spell out “PEMBROKE HOSPITAL” on the building’s facade.

SCHOOL SPIRIT by hula-zombie. I pulled the bulletin boards from here (you can add your own Spanish Flu-esque posters on it too!)

INTARSIA - WAINSCOT WONDERLAND SET by Lili's Palace. The hospital's foyer has a coffered ceiling so I tried to incorporate that into the build.

HOSPITAL BEDS, VENTILATORS, AND AMBULANCE STRETCHERS by anothersimsstory. Supplemental hospital items.

3. CAN IGNORE (BUT IT’D BE GOOD TO HAVE THESE NONETHELESS):

⟹ Syboulette

WORK IN PROGRESS. Clutter from this pack reflects the dilapidated state of the hospital.

COLETTE COTTAGE BATHROOM. Uses a couple of clutter items.

CAROLINE BATHROOM. Same as above, but this one also uses the tiled walls for Pembroke’s first floor.

OCÉANE. Some more random bathroom decorations.

⟹ TheJim07

VICTORIAN SET FROM TS3. Uses the cute end table from this pack in the nurses’ quarters.

⟹ Sixam

PRIVATE SCHOOL. Uses the skeleton prop from this pack. Yes, I know there’s a skeleton in GTW, but I wanted even more skeletons in my build.

LUXURY BATHROOM. Misc bathroom decor in here.

HOME IMPROVEMENTS. Misc decor again to make the Pembroke more homey/lived-in.

⟹ Pierisim

TIDYING UP. Bathroom clutter.

THE OFFICE. Office clutter.

⟹ Felixandre and/or Harrie

KYOTO, PART 3. Some minor cups and teapots are here.

FLORENCE, PART 1. Candles and candleholders are here (because, apparently, Pembroke burns candles still despite having electricity).

COLONIAL SET, PART 2. Another gramophone for your pleasure.

⟹ Various Creators

DECO SWORD CANE by plumbobteasociety. There’s a cane on a shelf in Edgar’s office, so I decided to include it in my build.

HINTERLANDS DINING by peacemaker. Some wine bottles and a bar cabinet. Because if you were a doctor at Pembroke, you’d start drinking too.

MASTER BEDROOM by Max20. Just some cutesy paintings/clutter.

BOOTLEGGER PARADISE by SimDoughnut. Used this pack for its crates, barrels, and Roaring 20’s posters.

IMPORTANT: If it turns out I accidentally omitted some other CC pack and a part of the build looks unfinished on your end, please make a screenshot and send it to me and I will update this post. The same goes if there’s a broken link somewhere around this doc.

#vampyr #sims 4 #cc list with links #and description where I used each cc piece #I will upload the build itself later tonight #so in a few hours

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