I have whispered this before, in shadows and between heartbeats, but there were things about BloodLust that left a bitter taste on my tongue. The most troubling of all was the hunger of the world itself—how we could be hunted at any moment, HUD or no HUD, never truly safe. Always bound. Always watching. Forced to wear the mark so we’d feel the knife when it came, robbed of the simple luxury of drifting away, of going afk without the risk of returning to a corpse. Slavery dressed up as a game. It did not sit well with a creature like me.
Still… rumors reached my ears. Promises of change. I allowed myself a sliver of hope.
And yes—change is coming.
I don’t yet know all the details, but it seems some of our cries about PVP may finally be heard. Yet the price of this evolution is steep. The great simplification is upon us. Thirty-eight races, distilled. The hybrids—creatures like me—are being unmade. Succubus as I have always known myself? Fading. Rewritten. Perhaps erased.
Tonight, when I logged in, I felt it immediately. My HUD was… wrong. Where once I had torment and blood—tools of seduction and suffering alike—there was only a single button staring back at me: claws. Cold. Brutal. Lycan. I checked my stats on the BloodLust page, disbelief curling in my chest. I am not a Lycan… and yet there it was, branding me as one.
Before I could fully process the insult, my Sire summoned me—an emergency gathering, thick with tension. He tried to soothe us, to answer what he could, to keep spirits from breaking. And from his words, the truth emerged like a blade from silk: if I wished to remain the Succubus I once was, I would lose him as my Sire.
Because he is Lycan.
And because he cannot make me again as he once did.
To reclaim my demonic nature, I would need a demon Sire… and in doing so, sever the bond that made me what I am now.
Disappointing doesn’t begin to cover it.
I’m told there may be ways around this. Loopholes. Rituals yet to be revealed. So I wait, claws sheathed, wings restless. Change—especially change meant to “improve”—often draws blood first. It can feel cruel. Unfair. Perhaps it is.
We will see.
For now, I wait in the dark, listening for more whispers. If BloodLust no longer has room for a Succubus bound to her chosen Sire, then my time here may be at an end. But I am not ready to despair. Not yet.
A few more nights.
A few more answers.
And then… I will decide who I become next. 😈
So my little fucktoy girlfriend dragged me to this new
spot called Lotus Ladies Cafe, and let me tell you, it's a goddamn paradise.
This quaint little nook is tucked away in the Lotus-Ladies ~ Dream of Asia
FemDom Gynarchy sim, and it's giving me life. The whole place is done up in
this gorgeous Asian style, with all the high protocol that comes with it -
right up my alley, obviously. I'm sitting here sipping on some tea, watching
these stunning ladies work their magic on the pole. It's a new experience, but
I'm already hooked. You should come check it out - trust me, you won't regret
it.
Lotus Ladies Cafe': http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Underworld/190/246/22
Wearing the SPANKED Jaida skin that can be found at the
SPANKED marketplace or inworld stores.
MP: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/SPANKED-Skins-Jaida/19441908
Store: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Olentyne/91/152/802
Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/185717395@N06/
*Wearing Reborn body and Lelutka head.
Wearing the SPANKED Jaida skin that can be found at the
SPANKED marketplace or inworld stores.
MP: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/SPANKED-Skins-Jaida/19441908
Store: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Olentyne/91/152/802
Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/185717395@N06/
*Wearing Reborn body and Lelutka head.
Over the past year in Second Life, I’ve been steadily building a not-so-secret obsession with BBX boats. My latest indulgence? The Queen III yacht—and wow… love at first sight doesn’t even begin to cover it. Somewhere along the way I’ve clearly developed a thing for very large ships, and this yacht satisfies every oversized fantasy I didn’t know I had.
From the moment you step inside, the Queen III knows exactly how to seduce you. A stunning master bedroom, a sauna that whispers stay a while, a fully equipped workout room, guest quarters, luxury bathrooms, sprawling decks, a private theater, a dance club, and a massive lounge that practically begs for champagne and bad decisions. This yacht isn’t just big—it’s party-ready. Bring the family… or throw an unapologetically over-the-top yacht soirée. No judgment here.
Now, let’s talk cruising. BBX isn’t chasing hyper-realism, and honestly? I’m fine with that. The engines get you where you want to go, the turns are a little optimistic for something this size—but these yachts aren’t about nautical physics. They’re about living your best, sparkliest life at sea. This is pure millionaire fantasy, wrapped in polished wood and ocean views.
If luxury living on the water makes your heart flutter, BBX absolutely has your dream boat waiting. And the cherry on top? BBX owner and creator Aymec Millet is an absolute sweetheart—responsive, attentive, and genuinely invested in taking care of his customers.
So go ahead. Treat yourself. The sea is calling—and it wants you aboard something fabulous. 🚢✨
In the early days of Second Life, a game called Bloodlines
emerged—a vampire-based system built around bloodsucking and a kind of
“multi-level marketing” approach to reputation and rank. I was among the
earliest players, and even now, despite not having played in years, I’m still
considered an elder vampire based solely on my age within the game.
That said, Bloodlines had some serious issues. Feeding
required permission, which resulted in people being spammed with bite requests.
It became so disruptive that many clubs and businesses across Second Life
outright banned the game. On top of that was the feeding requirement itself: if
you didn’t feed, you perished. As bans increased, many players either starved
or resorted to buying blood from farms or dolls. Eventually, I purchased a
“forever charm” and stopped playing altogether.
Fast forward to today and the arrival of a rival game called
BloodLust. Right away, the similarities are obvious—not just in name,
but in the networking-style family tree system. However, that’s largely where
the similarities end.
BloodLust expands far beyond just vampires and lycans. There
are 38 playable races, ranging from vampires and succubi to nephilim and
more. Each race has unique feeding requirements, and becoming one isn’t as
simple as clicking a menu option. You must find someone capable of facilitating
the transformation, a process that’s complex enough to warrant its own
explanation.
Another major improvement is feeding. BloodLust does not
require permission. You can scan, target, approach, and feed without the other
person even knowing—unless they’re actively playing the game themselves.
Feeding doesn’t affect non-players, which means populated sims provide plenty
of opportunities without disruption.
The game also includes houses and clans that help build
communities around shared goals or interests. There’s farming for food, wells
for water, fermentation systems for brewing wine, and a mining system for
gathering raw materials. There’s a lot of depth here, and overall, I’ve
genuinely enjoyed the game.
However, BloodLust has one major flaw—and for me, it’s a huge
one. The game offers no way to toggle PvP on or off. Once you’re
playing, you’re fair game to any hunter or supernatural who comes across you.
This creates serious problems for professionals and social players alike. Want
to go dancing with friends and be left alone? You can be attacked and killed.
Go AFK on a beach? Same result. Working quietly in a sandbox? Still fair game.
One of my progeny was dancing at a club with her BloodLust
HUD off when someone teleported directly on top of her and attacked. She was
killed in-game without even realizing what had happened—and she never returned
to the game. More recently, I was customizing a boat in a sandbox due to low
prims at home. Suddenly, another player teleported beside me and attacked. He
had a follow HUD, so I couldn’t escape. Each time I teleported away and
returned, he was there again. I eventually had to abandon my work for half an
hour before I could safely come back.
This brings me to why I stopped actively promoting the game.
When I raised these concerns with the BloodLust community, the responses
completely missed the point. Suggestions like “build at home” or “bring friends
for protection” ignored the reality that not everyone has those options—and
they shouldn’t be required just to enjoy casual time in Second Life without
harassment. After repeated discussions went nowhere, I wrote to the creator and
my Sire and formally took a leave of absence.
I like BloodLust. I really do. It has depth,
creativity, and enormous potential. But the inability to opt in or out of
PvP—and the community’s dismissive attitude toward this concern—left me
genuinely stunned.
If I were to rate the game, I’d give it 3 out of 5 stars.
The foundation is strong, but for casual players like me, its biggest flaw
significantly limits enjoyment. My hope is that BloodLust eventually introduces
an optional PvP system. If that happens, I’d happily sing its praises.
