#tidal story

[laurentidal]

Monitored Activity

The email had come from IT right at the beginning of the workday with the subject line "Attn HR. Problematic Monitored Activity."

Dear Miss Villanova, In accordance with company policy, we are writing to inform you that employee Joseph Ulish was found to be acting in violation of the company's internet usage policies during our last audit of online activity. We are attaching evidence for your review and action. Thank you, Martin Shore, IT Dept. Head

Lily gave a long sigh. It was the first time an employee had been caught looking at porn on company time, though it was certainly bound to happen eventually. She took a breath and gave herself a little hope. Who knows. Maybe it wasn't porn at all. Maybe Joe was on poker stars or he was shit talking the company on social media.

But as she opened the attached list of websites, she knew that those hopes were false ones.

Sixty-two websites were enumerated and organized by the date of first access. Accompanying the list was a breakdown of how many times each site had been visited and how long he had spent there. Lily whistled softly to her empty office. With these kind of numbers, it was a miracle Joe had gotten any work done. At the very least, he should be getting fired for theft of time.

She opened the first site and was shocked to see only text. Only a glance would tell you that it was almost certainly smut, but still. If he was going to try to get away with porn at work, text was certainly the most effective method for staying under the radar. And what exactly was "erotic mind control?" Out of curiosity, Lily found herself reading the whole way through the story. She wasn't too prudish to admit to herself that he might have been onto something here. Certainly not appropriate for work! But this was certainly… having an effect, shall we say. Perhaps there was some unidentified fetishes still hiding in that brain of hers.

Site number two was actual porn. Just straight up pornography videos. She closed it quickly, lingering just long enough to catch sight of a few choice body parts. She was human after all.

Sites three through eighteen were all social media pages once again dedicated to this mind control stuff. It seemed there were an impossible number of sub-genre's to this already incredibly niche thing. Lily was fascinated. The pages were stories and videos and audio notes. Most fascinating were the pages seemingly dedicated entirely to flashing gifs and spinning graphics. She found herself scrolling through them slower and slower.

She never noticed when her left hand had left her keyboard.

More porn. More smut. More porn. More spirals. More spirals. More spirals.

By the time Lily reached the fiftieth website, her pants were around her ankles. She didn't know how many times she'd brought herself to completion. Her eyes were glassy and unblinking. The words in the stories and the images and comics burned into her psyche. And oh. The spirals.

The spirals.

She wished she could stop and stare at each one forever. But she had a job to do. She had a list to complete. Link sixty-two opened to a website that Joseph had accessed just this morning before she'd arrived. The site was a full screen spiral. Black and white with streaks of red and blue that made it seem more real than reality. And in the middle there was a button that simply read "Submit?"

She clicked it immediately. The button disappeared, leaving her staring at the spiral alone. She had no more work to do. The list was complete. She could just stay like this forever.

The door to her office opened and Joseph entered, followed by Martin.

"I'm so happy you were the one who got to review my file, Miss Villanova," Joseph said. He snapped his fingers and Martin locked the office door and began to undress. "Martin here was the first to comb through my activities. He did just a good job cataloging everything, don't you think? He had to look so long and so close to compile that report. He was shooting his first load before he'd finished reading that first story, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master," Martin said dully as the pair approached.

"He tastes quite nice, Lily," Joseph said right in her ear as she helplessly masturbated to the spiral. "You'll see."

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[napalmzombie]

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[writershapeholeonthedoor]

EXCUSE ME??

I had no idea I would open up my Instagram today and see Ms SARAH CATHERINE PAULSON on LILY RABE'S STORY!!!!

Gosh, how I missed my MOMS™️

[lumoakes]

Audio Drama Sunday (16/6-24)

Okay so I kind of didn't get around to doing Audio Drama Sunday for three weeks so. Here's a summary of my listening history for the past three weeks.

First of all, I've gotten further into @storiesfromylelmore and this show is so cute! I'm so invested in the friendship between these kids, and it's so nice to listen to after a long day.

I listened to the first episode of @thefinderskeeperpod and oooh I love the vibes of this one. The characters have a lot of personality and the storyline has a lot of mystery and depth to it that I would love to delve further into. What an exciting project!

@working-tidal-pod was such a fun time. This comedy sure is situational, and has a lot of heart to it. A creative concept that I would love to see more of.

In addition, I got a little bit carried away and have listened to the first 84 episodes of @woebegonepod this past week, give or take two days. And uhh needless to say, I absolutely adore it. I can hardly articulate my thoughts but I love all of these characters, I love the time travel, and oh god shit is going down constantly.

I think this just about covers it. Tune in to the 5th episode of @wanderersjournalpod which I'm the producer of this tuesday if you want! It's one of my personal favorite episodes, so I'm excited to share it.

[bumblebeeappletree]

Final Fantasy VII community have you heard about

✨🌿Solarpunk🌱✨

Solarpunk is a lot like cyberpunk where you’re fighting companies and the unjust system that rules that are destroying the planet and the ability to hold live on it. And the goal is to find a balance to live together with technology and nature and become sustainable for the planet.

(Sounds kinda familiar huh? 👀)

Typically a lot of Solarpunk stories take place after the fight has been won and these systems are in place. Ultimately it’s kinda like a utopia but we all have to constantly work to make our lives and the places we live in a better place as utopias are actually well. Impossible.

But Final Fantasy VII? After the downfall of Shinra? Everyone working together to help heal the planet and work on energy sources that won’t drain the planet is just prime for Solarpunk.

This post is just a little introduction for Solarpunk because I’m sure not everyone want a full on essay on what Solarpunk is. But if this interests you, take a look at the Solarpunk tag and some Solarpunk books for inspiration 👀

[story-weavr]

Quick Question for Transformers Fandom:

Why aren’t there more Megatron X Tidal Wave?

Not only is it canon in the Unicron trilogy, it has a lot of potential.

Can you imagine a giant Decepticon (who probably isn’t that way naturally!) who can’t speak well but has a bit a romantic streak?

A Decepticon who can’t convey his/her feelings to their leader (insert whatever reasons for falling in love/ joining decepticons) bc:

A) not his place -> hero worships their leader

B) not confident enough due to their body -> way too big and can’t even speak well _ Megatron deserved better

C) is petrified of earning Megatron’s disgust or disfavor -> most important thing to Tidal Wave is being useful to the embodiment of the Decepticon cause

(Being useful is the reason Tidal Wave has such a huge body_ a secret mobile Decepticon base for Seekers)

So imagine after the war, when Megatron is hell of a lot calmer after losing-dying multiple times

AND Tidal Wave can finally shed their large frame (and put back on if necessary) for a more lithe one so that he/she/they can interact more with Megatron.

And a while later, Magatron and Tidal Wave actually become Conjux.

[see-arcane]

I have only watched the Hellsing OVAs, and something interesting is that Alucard compares Anderson to the Crew Of Light (only the men though, sigh). He says although they were mere humans, they possessed the will to destroy a monster such as himself. So Alucard looks forward to being killed by a gallant human like him.

This changes when Anderson chooses to use the Nail of Helena on himself to become a monster on an equal level to Alucard. With Anderson having sacrificed all of his humanity in exchange for power, Alucard says Anderson is no longer worthy of being the one to destroy him.

This is a good concept, and is why things like the sidelining of Mina irk me; she fought so hard not to become 100% a monster, while hunting him. Jonathan had his "a man may sleep, as a man!" resolve while climbing the cliff. And it would have felt fitting to, along with Integra, have the descendant/s of the two who clung to their humanity encounter the monster who has this "only a human can destroy a monster" principle.

At this point, the Harkers getting either sidelined or rewritten into crappy caricatures of themselves is a given in -checks notes- Every Single Dracula adaptation and/or spinoff

So I'm kind of numb to it at this point

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - Panic

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf

Warnings: Vampire, blood, broken arm, strangulation, consensual drug use.

If the boy had been paying attention and not hysterically crying and mumbling to himself, he would have noticed that the man was driving away from the vampires’ lair.

The boy tried to take deep breaths, but every breath he took made him break into more tears and start mumbling to himself, cursing and swearing the vampires and all they’d done to him, and cursing this vampire and what he was surely going to do to him.

It felt long, but yet not long at all before the car turned. The boy had had time to calm down, now taking deep breaths and only shedding the occasional tear, but turning down that gravel drive flipped a switch in him, and drove him feral.

Sitting up in his seat like a lightning bolt, the boy looked to the vampire in the driver's seat. He wrapped his arm around the vampire’s neck and held it there with his other hand, squeezing as hard as he could. The vampire swerved off the drive and onto the lawn, slamming on the breaks and stopping the car.

He reached up with lightning speed and grabbed the boy’s arm, there was a sickening crack, and the boy screamed. The vampire effortlessly pried the boy’s arm off of his neck and cast it to the side. The boy cradled his broken arm in his hand, crying and wailing. He looked down at his arm, blood everywhere, bone sticking out through the skin, and had to look away quickly before he passed out.

The door behind the boy was opened, and hands reached in, grabbing around his torso and pulling him out of the car. The boy kicked and screamed, trying to elbow the vampire in the face with his good arm, but the vampire held him tightly in his arms. When the hit finally landed though, the vampire had had enough.

He threw the boy onto the ground, knocking all the air out of him, and pinned him down at the wrists, kneeling over top of his chest. The boy tried to kick him off, get up, do something, but it was no use, the vampire was much, much stronger than he could ever hope to be.

“Let me go! Let me go, you bloodsucking leech!” The boy yelled as he struggled.

“Stop! Stop!” The vampire demanded as he held the boy down. “Stop! I’m trying to help you goddammit!”

“Help me? Help me? By bringing me back to that — that vampire lair? How the fuck is that helping?”

“Look around!” The vampire yelled. “This isn’t some fucking vampire lair, it’s my goddamn house!”

The boy’s eyes widened, and he slowly stopped fighting, turning his head to look at the house they were fighting on the lawn of. He wouldn’t really call it a house, more like a fricken mansion, but still, it was not the vampire lair he’d been trapped in for three weeks.

He turned back to the vampire. “But… But you’re a vampire…”

“And?” The vampire sat back, releasing the boy’s arms seeing as he stopped fighting.

The boy sat up a bit, looking up to the vampire sitting on his chest. “Why would you help me?”

“I may be hundreds of years old, but that doesn’t mean I’m a monster.” The vampire stood and reached a hand out to the boy on the ground. “Now get up, the sun’s almost up.”

The boy hesitated. Surely this was some sort of sick prank, there was no way a vampire would actually help him, especially bleeding and half naked on the side of the road, a perfect snack under the stars just waiting for someone to eat him up.

Scared out of his mind, the boy really didn’t have a choice. He was exhausted, had a broken arm and wanted nothing more than to have a good meal and a nice sleep. Hopefully, if he went with this vampire, he might get those things. He wondered what he’d have to give in return though.

He reached up and took the vampire’s hand with his good arm, letting the man pull him into a standing position. As soon as he was upright though, he stumbled, all of the pain snowballing so when he stood, he became dizzy and faltered.

The vampire caught him in his strong arms as he stumbled, and swiftly picked him up, carrying him towards the house. The boy rested his head on the vampire’s shoulder and looked up to the stars before they entered the house.

It was dark and quiet and unnaturally cold in the house. The vampire carried the boy through the house and down stairs into a finished basement. He set the boy in a heap beside a wood stove in the back corner and knelt down beside it, preparing to light it. The boy looked around, there was a small sitting room by the stairs at the other side of the room, a dining room between him and the sitting room and a small kitchenette around the wood stove. There also seemed to be a sort of bedroom underneath the stairs, separated by a wall and a corner.

The boy watched as the vampire lit the wood stove and closed the door, the fire, with the vampire’s skill, quickly taking light. The vampire got up, disappeared around the corner, and came back with two fur blankets in his hands. He laid one out on the floor beside the boy, and placed the other around the boy’s shoulders. The blanket was the softest he’d ever felt, although cold.

“Here, you can sleep by the fire for now, when the room is warmer you can use the bed.” The vampire told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The boy held out his broken arm, the bleeding had stopped, but it still hurt like hell. “...My arm…”

The vampire made a hmm noise, then went back up the stairs, and returned a few minutes later with pills and a glass of water in hand.

He held out two small purple pills out to the boy. “Take these, they’ll make you sleep, I’m sure you need it. When you wake up I’ll have a better look at your arm.”

The boy hesitated. Could he really trust this vampire?

“How do I know that I can trust you? That you aren’t going to hurt me like… like the others?” The boy asked.

The vampire looked up to the sky. “You just have to have a little faith, I’ve heard humans are quite good at that.”

The boy looked from the vampire’s hand to his eyes and back again. Screw it. He thought. He’s been through enough, and a little sleep sounds nice.

“Please, just, just let me sleep for a while, heal, you can hurt me after, if you really want to.” The boy bargained.

The vampire sighed. “I’m not going to hurt you, just take them.”

The boy held out his hand and the pills were gently placed in it. He popped them in his mouth, then took the glass of water and took a drink to wash them down. He gulped down the water, having not had a good drink in awhile, and handed the glass back to the vampire.

The vampire chuckled, “someone’s thirsty.”

The boy just nodded, looking back to the fire. He was still wet and cold, but the fire was certainly helping to warm and dry him, so he scooted him and his blanket closer.

The vampire watched intently as the boy — the dizziness hitting him all at once — lay down on the blanket on the floor and covered up his lower half with the top blanket.

Within minutes the boy had passed out, his eyes closed and his breathing even, the shivering gone. Standing over the boy, the vampire pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and talked to someone on the other side as he watched over the boy. When their conversation was over, he reached down and pulled the blanket up over the boy’s shoulder, then left.

[eshtaresht]

a working theory: jeff vandermeer is physically unable to write a book without mentioning tidal pools at least once

[deepfriedtrout]

im gonna speedrun rayahski main story when im free so i can get to vila's event so i can find out whats going on with the samodiva guy and her and the whole thing with threatening her with windsong

[laurentidal]

Don't Handle the Merchandise

Douglas walked into the store, passing the sign on the glass window that read "Look but don't touch!" Glass baubles hung everywhere in the shop. Jewelry sparkled in the display cases. Crystals sat on shelves. He smiled as he listened to a windchime jingle lightly at his passing.

"Welcome in," a warm voice said from further into the store. "Oh hey! It's you!"

Douglas's smile widened in greeting to the girl behind the far counter. Her name was Tiffany, which he knew well. She had come into his café a few days earlier. She had tipped well and the two had shared a brief conversation. She'd given her name. He'd given his. She smiled and he became utterly smitten by her. The freckles across her face. The pout of her lips. The intensity of her eyes. And yes, her full and wonderful curves. He'd stared at her shamelessly the whole time she'd sat with her friend that day. She never noticed.

He had been free to leave his shift for fifteen minutes before she stood to say goodbye to her friend. She waved goodbye to him as well. He slipped out from behind the counter to try and speak to her in his special way but she was outside too fast. And before he knew it, he was trailing her down the crowded street. Until she arrived here at the Crystal Window.

"Doug, right?"

She remembered his name. The honor surged through him.

"That's right! What are the odds. I guess we're even now."

She laughed lightly, leaning forward on the display case. "So what brings you in?"

"I've passed this place on my way to work so many times, I thought I'd stop in. What a wonderful surprise you make." She blushed lightly and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I wonder if you could tell me anything about that. Like what it is, for starters."

He was pointing at a confusing mess of string and glass that hung behind her. She turned and laughed again. "It's a mobile." She hesitated. "I think?"

"It's a mess," Doug said jokingly. "I mean look at it. All those shiny glass beads moving this way and that way. Around and through. You could look at it forever and never predict what it would do next."

Her head cocked to the side, slightly. It was tricky lulling someone into trance without being able to see their face. But Doug was confident that her attention was focused on the display.

"A single light wind would be enough to draw all your focus, sending glass spinning in every direction." He blew lightly passed her, causing her hair to move and the sculpture to begin to move. "Spinning around and around. Orbiting a hundred common centers until it doesn't look like it's orbiting anything at all. Chaos. Untethered. Fascinating. Isn't it fascinating, Tiffany?"

He saw her nod. Slowly. Drowsily.

"It's so easy to stare at it as it spins and twirls. See the way each bead catches the light. See the way each bead glimmers on and off. Each blinking and dancing. So much movement it makes you dizzy and sleepy."

She yawned widely. He leaned forward.

"Sleep, Tiffany," he whispered right in her ear. He head a soft sigh escape her lips and caught her from across the counter as she began to fall backwards. He slowly lowered her to the ground, allowing himself to run his hands along her every curve, before he went to the door and turned the closed sign around.

He spent some time deepening her trance - making her as suggestible as he could - before he delivered the suggestion he'd been working up to.

"Stand up and open your eyes, Tiffany." She obeyed. "You are not just the clerk at this shop anymore. You are also on display as an item for purchase. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

God, those vacant eyes… That far away voice…

"Tiffany, lead me back into the store room and undress. Inventory shouldn't be kept under-cover. It should be visible."

"Follow me…," she almost whispered as she turned and sleep walked through a door behind the counter. He pulled off her apron and her top. Her pants dropped. Her bra unhooked, and for the first time, Doug felt his eyes focus the way he made his conquests' eyes focus. Her breasts were perfect to him in every way. Finally, once she was naked, he reached forward and ran his hand across her chest.

She immediately recoiled.

"No sir," she said in a stern voice. "We have a very firm 'Look but don't touch' policy at this store. Items are fragile. Here. Let me handle them for you."

She lifted her full breasts with her hands, as if to show him how they worked. He sighed the longest most exasperated sigh he could muster.

"But if I buy, I can touch?" This hadn't gone the way he'd pictured it in his head.

"All you like."

"Okay then. Let's talk price."

Thanks for reading! If you are a fan of my work, consider buying me a coffee. Any contribution is insanely appreciated. 💖

[myhughniverse]

[chiye21]

for the ask meme! zenos; 1, 12, 25? :)

ask meme

Why do you like or dislike this character?

ok well . hoo boy. i dislike him a lot but that's entirely because of how badly the writers handled his story in the actual game. my friend told me about the side stories that were published and like if they'd somehow managed to include those into the game. well i wouldn't hate him as much as i did. but in stormblood he just really felt like such a nothing character to me. like ok u are strong enough to beat the wol easily (no explanation for this) and u just kind of pop up so we can see how much we've grown through stormblood haha wow! can we have anything else? no? ok then.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

i'm gonna be so real with you i haven't thought enough about this guy to have a headcanon for him. he makes me so mad i don't want to think about him more than i have to

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

like i said for number 1 he was really just a nothing guy to me. i was mildly annoyed at him bc i was absolutely killing it at the first instance where u fight him but the game was like "nah". and then like tbh i just hated him for a while bc he was very annoying. my friend is very horny for him so i dislike him on principal bc its funny but otherwise i'm mostly ambivalent towards his character, i just get pissed at how the writers chose to put him into the story

[shari-ya]

one december evening looking up at the almost empty sky, i told you how i didn't wanted to leave the moon and go back inside, it's just too beautiful tonight and i love the way my heart feels heavy looking at it. without thinking much you said maybe it's the moon that doesn't want to leave me, maybe it's the moon that is keeping me from drawing the curtains. and suddenly everything went silent.

that entire night i kept thinking of how more than half of our bodies are made up of water and how that celestial loves to dance with the tides; making them stay suspended until it gets enough of it, until it decides it's time for them to rise. that evening you made me think of myself as something more than what i am. something beyond the restrictions i felt as a mere mortal. that evening, you gave me the power to feel myself within the tides. my heavy heart, overflowed.

later on when i told you about this lingering thought, you said something about how can i think of something so beyond, so beautiful? and i nodded my head as i agreed — not on what you said about me, but because of a similar question i wanted to ask you — how can you say such things, and not expect me to fall in love?

[thissismydestiny]

[widowshill]

this is just an idle thought so i'm not sure i can word this well but there's ... something about supernatural narrative ambiguity (such as in cases like carmilla) that really interests me with V's ultimate fate. i.e. i think in one reading ... she did fall from the cliffs that evening at widows' hill, just like carolyn prophesied she would & roger joked endlessly about, and liz did not save her. and victoria getting her quote "happy ending," miraculously getting sent back to be with her vanished husband into a long gone century, returning to an earlier past, is just the silver telling the story version of it. her Savannah, if you will.

"I had to return him to an earlier state of being." / "I found a way to reach into the past and undo it." / "To the rest of the world, they simply cease to be."

moreover i think it's Compelling who liz is with when she finds victoria in each case: professor stokes as V contemplates suicide on the hill, and barnabas when she vanishes into the past with jeff. stokes, who certainly is more than involved with the supernatural but who comparatively represents rational thought, research, learning, Truth and accepting even difficult truth ( "I'm afraid, my dear Miss Winters, that if he is here, he feels as I do. Your place is here. Your time is now. The only way you can join him is to die." ) and barnabas of rewritten myths, of vampires, false identities, the transmutation of women's very sense of self, who has never accepted anything be it feeling or fact and has made every effort to forcibly change it, even if that is only in the telling.