#tidal writing

[jellynotbees]

Ironically, of my three cotl au Lambs, Tidally Locked Au Lamb is the worst at swimming lmao.

…..anyway I’m thinking of very VERY late au Sirender (who at this point has established he is not going to eat them) helping them learn how to swim, reassuring them that he won’t let them drown, letting them hang onto him and get a feel for the water. The trust they put into him to not hurt them, as compared to at the beginning when they wouldn’t even go near the water’s edge. He ends up turning from their biggest fear in the water to their biggest comfort/support.

[littlelav107]

this is how the humanizations would write their names I think

Yes this was inspired by me seeing that aviancata's icdx writes in cursive

credits to everyone whose humanizations are here ofc! (idk if to tag) very pretty character designs from everyone

chat i will write more once i update myself more on the gdblr i swear

[samisnotlegend]

“Fuck!” Katsuki cursed. Izuku was right; they’d lost track of time.

Katsuki squeezed his legs together and braced his hand against his eyes. He could feel the ghost of Izuku’s hands all over his body, but the sensation was rapidly fading as reality set in. He’d been so close! Izuku had been, too, Katsuki was certain, and he cursed the missed opportunity.

God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to have his boyfriend under him again. Even just for a few more minutes. 

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This is a direct and very smutty/switchy sequel to Tidal Hearts! It takes place between chapters 20 and 21. I hope you like it~

[complementaryhalves]

chapter 2 of part 3 is live!

[short-wooloo]

Since ships (and by extension large spaceships in sci fi) are traditionally coded as female, technically any male Transformers character who turns into a boat or spaceship is trans

[gardenerian]

our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow 

vampire AU | 5.6k | E rating

Ian feels it break off inside his chest - whatever scenario he’d been expecting. The answer he was waiting to hear. It rises through his body and drifts away. Of all his theories, the undead wasn’t one of them. But maybe he should have known. He should have known that it would have to be something this fucking insane—something goddamn supernatural—to change Mickey towards him now.

written for @gallavichthings GW 2023. the prompt was "tags on popular gallavich fics," and i chose ian bottoms WHOOPS bc i have always found that tag hilarious. ian does indeed bottom in this fic, but that's just a wee part. as always, i appreciate gallavich week for lighting a fire under my ass to finish up projects that have been swirling in my brain for far too long. this one is for @tidalrace, who is the greatest of cheerleaders 🎉

read here on ao3

[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.

[grayintogreen]

I’m almost 200 pages into Tidal Creatures because, you know, life, but the best part remains that Erin is back and she’s still the most insane avatar of Order to ever exist and she’s in an intense platonic relationship with the woman she killed to make a Hand of Glory in a different timeline. Every time the story is not about Erin I feel bereft of her glorious presence even though I love the Misadventures of Judy and Anna and their moon goddesses dealing with an actual murder mystery too. They’re not Erin okay.

[retrowebz]

I cannot stop thinking about it please help

[beingqueeragain]

ahh im posting the final chapter of my first ever fic tomorrow it feels v weird - but you can have this in the meantime :)

i'm barely finishing and already want to change everything but at the same time it's my baby idk. Anyways, hopefully finishing this lets me post / work on the million other WIPS I have <3

[dietmountaindewlover]

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - The Attempt

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf , @whump-on-a-log , @pigeonwhumps , @annablogsposts , @d-cs , @melancholy-in-the-morning , @inkstainsonmyhands12 , @zillastar13

Warnings: Aftermath of consensual drugging, broken bones, attempted escape, mentions of previous abuse and potential future abuse.

Casper slept, his mind filled with drug haze dreams. Some were of his time at the vampire lair, some were of him flying or swimming, and some were of his old life, causing pangs of pain to expand in his chest.

He was surrounded by water, he was floating, down, down, but he could still breathe. He took a deep breath, the water smelt like salt and got darker as he sank. Casper started to swim up towards the surface, the light filtering through getting brighter as he approached. Instead of breaking the surface, he hit a clear wall, the surface of the water blocking him out. He slammed against it, but it was no use, he was stuck. 

He looked around, and down, at the water. There was nothing but the deep blue sea around him, so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. He spun around, hands pressing against the top of his boundary, looking for anything, something. But alas, he was alone.

Then he saw something in the distance. He swam towards it as fast as he could and when he got there, he saw it was a door. A door to the outside, to above the water. It rippled like the waves, but he could touch it, it was solid. He tried the handle, but it was locked. Casper looked around frantically for a way out. He pounded against the door as hard as he could and screamed out for something, anything, to save him.

— — — — —

Casper wandered the flat like a ghost, feet dragging as he walked. He couldn’t tell what time it was, only that he had finally slept off the effects of the drug cocktail and was back to his normal, pain ridden self. Every part of his body hurt, every ache different from the next. Some were a dull ache, some were sharp pains, some were shooting. Some of the pains only hurt when he moved, some were constant, but all varied in degrees and kinds of hurt.

When he stopped his wandering, he found himself at the bottom of the staircase. He felt trapped, suffocated. Casper looked up to the door at the top of the stairs, and thought about his boredom. Before he’d even realised it, he was climbing the stairs to the top.

He tried the door handle, and to no surprise, it was locked from the outside. His mind flashed back to the unmistakable sound of a deadbolt sliding into place, and he sighed. Casper turned to walk back down the stairs, but he only got a few steps down before something in him snapped.

He ran back up to the top of the stairs and started to pound on the door with both arms, ignoring the pain that shot up his broken arm as he slammed it against the door.

“Let me out! Let me out you bastard!” He screamed.

Listening closely, there was no response, only a silence throughout the house. In a rage he kicked the door, then started pounding on it again.

“Let me out goddammit! You can’t keep me down here forever! Fuck!” He kicked the door again.

Frustrated, but unwilling to just give up and be a prisoner down here, he sat down on the stairs a few steps down from the door, leaving enough room so it could open, waiting for Zola to come down so he could try and make a break for it.

He wanted out.

— —

The deadbolt slid out of place and Casper perked up, crouching on the stairs, ready to pounce. As the door slowly started to open he got ready, and when it was open he ran for it, pushing past Zola and trying to squeeze out between him and the doorframe.

Zola turned as he approached and stuck his arm out, grabbing him around the waist, picking him up under one arm and starting to descend down the stairs, closing the door behind them. Casper started kicking and screaming, wiggling in the vampire’s grip that crushed his ribs and made it hard to breathe, trying to escape.

“Let me go!” He wheezed.

When they got down the stairs Zola walked up to the couch in the living area and grabbed Casper, throwing him down on the cushions, then he put his hands on his hips, looking down disapprovingly at the boy.

“What was that?” Zola asked.

“You can’t keep me here! You have to let me go!” Casper shouted in between pants.

“And you’ll do what? Go back out there?” He pointed. “To a world full of vampires who know your scent like the back of their hands?��

“You can’t just keep me prisoner here! You can’t just do this!”

Zola leaned in, voice stern. “They know your scent! One trip out and you’re done for! That’s it! Besides, aren’t you the one that was worried about what they’ll do to you once they find you?”

Casper swallowed, looking up at Zola.

“I’ll — I’ll leave! I’ll flee the city and never come back! Move to the Muskokas, stay in my family’s cottage! And — and, I’ll find a job, buy a house there someday!”

Zola shook his head. “You think you can get out of the city fast enough? One night, one night is all it takes, and you’re a dead man, and I can’t save you.”

Casper bit his lip, trying to think of something to say.

“Well, not a dead man,” Zola corrected, “but a heavily abused, barely alive bloodbag.”

“You don’t know that.” Casper said quietly.

“What was that?” Zola asked, putting his hand up to his ear and leaning closer.

“You don’t know that.” Casper said slightly louder, voice wavering.

Zola raised his eyebrows pointedly. “I do know that. And you know it too.”

Casper went silent. He couldn’t deny what Zola was saying, Casper knew firsthand what he was talking about. Casper also knew what the vampires told him they would do to him. He sighed.

“So what am I supposed to do? Just stay here forever?” Casper sat up, resting his head in his hands.

Zola sat on the couch beside him. “Not forever, but awhile. Who knows, maybe one day I can hide you away somewhere far, far away. Europe or something. But for now, while you heal and learn to trust me, you’re staying here.” Zola put a hand on Casper’s back.

Casper lifted his head and looked at Zola. “How can I learn to trust you when you’re keeping me locked in your basement? How can I heal when you broke my fucking arm?”

“It’s for your safety, trust me. And that — that was an accident.”

Casper scoffed. “An accident, sure. How can a creature that’s centuries old not know how to control their strength?”

Zola went silent.

Casper let out a big sigh. “Why are you keeping me down here anyways? What’s so dangerous about upstairs?”

“It’s to keep you safe, no one can know you’re here. If they knew, I don’t know that I’d be enough to stop a hoard of vampires breaking into my house. Besides, their leaders are very powerful, you know this.”

He nodded, he did know this. “What am I supposed to do down here?”

“Heal,” Zola said. “You need to heal.”

“Healing is not an activity.”

“I can bring you some books from my personal library, if you tell me what you’d like. What did you do for hobbies? Before…” Zola trailed off.

“Pottery, ceramics.”

“Really?”

Casper nodded.

“Okay, well I can go to town tomorrow to get some supplies. Until then,” he stood, “I’ll get you some books, I assume you read?”

The boy nodded again. “Yes, I do.”

Zola started towards the stairs. “I’ll grab some books, and bring down some food later.”

Casper stayed on the couch, and just before he reached the stairs he turned back towards Casper.

“Do you… feel better now? I know this isn’t ideal, but we’ll make it work.”

“I… think I just need to digest this for a bit, if ya know what I mean?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

[unbreakabledawn]

WIP Wednesday - Superbat edition: “Tidal Lock”

i survived ✨exam szn✨ and i'm excited to Sleep and Write (hopefully). “Tidal Lock” (tentative title) is a multi-chapter Superbat fic that sees Bruce and Clark in the start of their newly established romantic relationship. dating is hard enough on its own, not to mention the added difficulty of vigilantism, hero work, and all the other intricacies of Bruce Wayne’s and Clark Kent’s complex lives. these two lovesick idiots are very determined to make it work, though. it goes pretty well. maybe too well? due to to some unforeseen complications they have Kryptonian biology to thank for, Bruce and Clark have to deal with more than they bargained for.

i hope to to start posting soon, BUT i really think it would benefit from a second/third set of eyes first, so if this fic sounds interesting to you and you’d like to beta (no prior experience needed) or you’d like more info before deciding, please let me know! my DMs are open here or i can be reached on discord @ ziranos

(fic excerpt at 1k words, rated T for references to canon-typical violence)

Frankly, it had been the best first date of Bruce Wayne’s life, though he regrets the circumstances that had led up to it. Because if it hadn’t been for Clark’s near-death experience, they might not ever have made it to a first date. It was not the first time he had nearly died, or the second, or the third—Bruce has lost count at this point, but it is undoubtedly the closest he’d been in recent memory. Which is a little absurd when you consider that Clark had actually and literally died once, but they had been so young then, not as close, and too dumb. And Clark had come back, that was an important detail to remember. 

Bruce had probably been harsher than he should have been, swearing and yelling where he had leaned over Clark, both hands at the kryptonite knife in his chest. It was a serrated blade, and he knew for every second he hesitated the mineral was seeping into Clark’s body, killing his cells with painful intensity. The knife was wickedly sharp and cut through the gauntlet when he gripped the blade with one hand and the handle with the other, to pull it out as straight as possible. 

It had torn an agonized scream from Clark’s lungs, wet from the blood in his throat and mouth, when Bruce yanked the knife out in one swift and sure motion and tossed it as far away as he possibly could. He pressed against the hole in Clark’s chest to staunch the bleeding from the wound that was already trying to close—the only vaguely fortunate thing about that hellish day had been the weather and the merciless rays of the sun bearing down upon them in the middle of the ruined street in uptown Metropolis. But Clark still needed the kryptonite residue rinsed from his system and to be put in a sunbed as fast as possible.

Clark was coughing up blood, delirious from K-exposure and his unfamiliarity with pain, weakly trying to lift a hand to where Bruce’s hands pushed at his chest, smeared with both their blood. The biohazardous implications were lost on him because he had, for the briefest moment, thought that this was it, that this was the last time he’d see the life in Clark’s eyes and hear the breaths in his chest, as much as they struggled.

But Clark was as stubborn at living as he was at everything else. After he’d been cleared from the medbay, their argument had been as vicious as it was habitual, something about unnecessary risks and recklessness. Bruce had said a lot of things, none of which he could remember, because he had felt Clark’s blood grow dry and tacky on his ruined gloves and on the exposed skin of his fingers before he could wash it off, and he couldn’t hear his own voice over the memory of Clark’s panicked breathing and the gurgle of blood in his throat.

Later that night, he’d gone to Clark’s apartment to apologize. Instead, he’d yelled at him, kissed him, and asked him out (not necessarily in that order). Clark had inexplicably said yes and kissed him back. Bruce was a little fuzzy on the details. That might have been the kissing, or he might just have been losing his mind a little.

He never did apologize. Maybe he should. At the time he’d been blinded by the fear of almost having lost Clark, so struck by the realization that he could not actually go another fucking second without Clark knowing how Bruce felt about him, without having him. Because if Clark had died, he’d have died without knowing, and Bruce would have had to live the rest of his life with the crushing regret of everything that he now knew he could have with him.

And here’s Clark now, sneaking in through the window of Bruce’s office like some teenager past curfew, clad in creased red plaid and with his hair tousled by flight, arms full of—pie forms? He glides over to press a kiss to Bruce’s temple, followed by a waft of cinnamon and caramelized sugar. There’s the smell of baked apples and spices he recognizes as Martha Kent’s apple pie recipe.

“What is that?” Bruce says, trying not to be too obvious in staring at the exposed skin above Clark’s collar and the way the muscles of his throat flex when he pulls away and straightens.

“Dessert. It’s called pie. Hello to you, too.”

“Alfred’s cooking, you didn’t need to bring anything.”

“Yes, Alfred is cooking for a near dozen people, most of which are at peak physical condition. I asked him if I could bring anything, because I am a nice dinner guest. Well, I first asked if I could help cook, and he very politely told me to stay out of his kitchen.”

That does sound like Alfred, and Bruce’s alarm rapidly increases. “Since when do you and Alfred talk behind my back.”

“Hmm. How long have you and I known each other? I’ll go drop these off downstairs,” he says, a sunny smile on his face, before disappearing out the door.

What a worrying development. Bruce is not at all interested in learning about the combined capabilities of those two. He should go downstairs and intercept Clark, as soon as—

Bruce blinks down at his paperwork. He’s barely gotten through the first report, lost in thought as he’s been. Well, they’re papers, they’re not going anywhere.

Especially not when Clark reappears in the doorway, relaxed and casual in the way he’s obviously casing Bruce like a particularly enticing appetizer. He strolls over, keen gaze pinning Bruce to his chair.

“Dinner will be a while,” Clark says and spins Bruce’s chair around so he can lean over him with his hands on the armrests. “I have a few ideas on how to pass the time.”

“Do you, now,” Bruce says, appreciating the slow smile that spreads across Clark’s face, a smile that widens to full radiance once Clark hears what Bruce’s heart does at the sight. He leans in with a kiss that tastes sweet in a way that has nothing to do with Martha Kent’s pie, warm and soft against Bruce’s mouth.

“Lock the door and tell me about these ideas of yours,” Bruce murmurs.

[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

[boffinhillem]

some quick deputy art

i forgot to put her bandaid on her nose mb

[yesyourstalker]

Mahi: so let me get this straight. He's not letting you go to the music festival?...... Are you serious? Warabie You're a grown man. Just tell him no..... It's not like he can stop you.............. Okay that's fair....... Yeah I mean..... okay I get where you're coming from. That is a valid fear...............no this is my last week and I'm done doing this shit for her.....

Cirrina: *humpf*

Mahi.......ugh........ I could never put Baja in this situation. This is a living hell.

Cirrina: *scoff*

Mahi: yeahhh..... I gotta head over to my train stop. I'll text You later. Bye............. Alright....I have to go to class.........have fun I guess

Cirrina: whatever.... I'll give you the passes like I promised

Mahi: sounds good to me...see ya

Cirrina: alright come on girls let's go

Friend: You think you can convince the other Tetra to walk to the train stop next time?

Friend 2: yeah he's cute and he's actually nice

Cirrina: *huff*

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Neta: *sigh*......hmmm..........hiii.....

Ikkan:.hehe...hi...[kiss]

Neta:.....(Stretch)....... I need to get used to you being here. Usually you're not here around this time so when I see you I kind of get startled heh

Ikkan: well you better get used to it cuz I'm not going anywhere

Neta: you promise?

Ikkan: yes neta I promise................

Neta:.......................

Ikkan: what? What are you staring at?

Neta: you ... I like looking at you.... you're nice to look at. [Kiss]......

Ikkan: hmmm.......

Neta: what do you want to do today?

Ikkan: I don't know. we can work on our wedding invites we already picked up the design. You just need to send them out...... We still need to look for Tailor...... I know one that used to dress me for award shows...... Let me see if I can get her....to make us something nice. What color are you thinking?

Neta: what color are you thinking?

Ikkan:hmmmm would it be embarrassing to say that I was thinking of wearing your favorite color.... green

Neta:......ha.....no.....I was actually thinking of doing the same thing. I don't think I'll look nice in purple tho........

Ikkan: I think you'd look really nice....... maybe a dark eggplant or raisin would suit you.

Neta: I'd look like an eggplant

Ikkan: hehehe [peck] no you won't

Neta: why don't we make a day out of it..... Get some friends.....go to a tailor and just see what we like....

Ikkan: yeah.....i'd like that. Sounds like a nice plan....let me just send an email to Nel so we can plan this out. Do you know who's going to be your best man yet?

Neta: ehhhhhhh...no...... I don't have any close male friends........besides you......... Do you want to be my best man?

Ikkan: *heh*..... I'm sorry but ...no........Being serious that's something you need to do.

Neta: who's going to be your best man.... warabie?

Ikkan: Noji....... That makes sense right? Have my brother be my best man........ I don't have that many male friends either......

Neta: well shit. We're just friendless losers aren't we? Hehehehehe

Ikkan: pretty much hahahaha

Neta:.....*sigh* I'll come up with something................... hello? Yes this is her father...... Is there something wrong? Did something happen?................ Yes, she should be in school..... she's not?.....ok how often?......... On Friday?........3 weeks?!......a D?..........*sigh*.....ok......*huff*..... Thank you for calling me. I'll talk to her when she gets home.. alright............. thank you.

Ikkan: did something happen

Neta:*sigh*.........no..... yeah..........*ugh*...........hmmm..... It's my fault. Honestly this is my fault.

Ikkan: what's wrong?

Neta: looks like my little girl has skipped school every Friday for a whole month......... I try to be lenient and let things slide............*sigh*......

Ikkan: You can't be the fun parent all the time babe

Neta: I knowwww........ just

Ikkan: You can't just let her get away with that, especially when it's almost the end of the school year, this might affect our final grade. You can't let this slide...

Neta: I don't like punishing her. She always gets so sad when I do it.

Ikkan: Neta.

Neta: I know....

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Warabie: dad please go home

Shimi: $3,000? You spent $3,000 on a crib? Who is she? Or he or they or whatever!! Tell me right now!!

Warabie: oh my Cod for the last time Dad I didn't get anyone pregnant! It was just a gift to a co-worker

Shimi: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!

oshi: ink drop it's ok You don't need to be embarrassed about these things. Hey if you let us meet this person maybe we can help them

Shimi: no! I'm done helping and supporting your friends financially! We finally got that one out of our house!

Baja: huh?

Warabie: Dad that is not mahi You know what they look like.......

Shimi:......................... whatever ....... all your friends are starting to look the same anyway, who did you knock up?!

Warabie: for the last time I didn't get anyone pregnant! I'm not an idiot I use protection! Plus I'm not even in a relationship anymore.. and we didn't even do anything in that relationship.....Baja!

Baja: huh? what? I-what?............

Shimi: well?!

Baja:..........*sweating*.....................Uhhhh.........we never! We didn't!... I haven't...well...... I'm not.... I mean I am but.......... I I I I......................

Warabie:...........

Baja:....*Swallow*.......... I'm uh......... I'm actually a virgin....*clears throat*

Warabie:.................................................................see ................................... And he's the last person I dated........so there!

Shimi: ............................ok............... So what was the crib for?

Warabie: I just told you I bought it for a co-worker. She's pregnant! I just did it to be nice, dad!! Is that so wrong!!??

Shimi: It's wrong when you spend $3,000!! Show me this woman now!

Warabie: *sigh*........

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Candi: so how many schools accepted you?

Fugue: all of them so far! I even have one offering me a full ride scholarship! But it isn't my dream school.... I'm still waiting for Brackish to contact me

Candi: well keep your options open sweetie. You have a lot of opportunities

Vinny: yeah I never went to college. I went to trade school. . You can learn a lot. Carpentry, electricity, and plumbing. I went there for welding. They need a lot of welders

Shimi: which one of you is Candi! Is it you?

Candi: can I help you with something.......are you Shimi Octavius?!.. Oh my cod my mom loves you we've seen all you movies!

Shimi: oh hehe...thank you I'm very flattered. Did my son get you pregnant?

Warabie: DAD! OH MY COD!

Candi: Ha! Him?!....hahahahahahaaaaa...... I'm sorry that was a little mean..hehe ...no ....no .... No, I'm married.... it belongs to him..... I do appreciate the crib he bought me though

Shimi: hmmm.... alright.........

Warabie: Great! we can go home

Oshi: oh You're glowing honey. How far along are you?

Candi: oh I'm 4 months or so. 3 three more left hahaha..*sigh*...

Oshi: well I can tell you from experience those 3 months go by fast.

Candi: oh I know.......this one actually isn't my first one....

Oshi: really?

Candi: oh yeah and I have one at home. He's five going to be the oldest soon

Oshi: my oldest is 37

Candi: no.......you look so good!

Oshi: thank you...... You know we age gracefully

Candi: we really do. I think that's one of the benefits of living underground for so long..... and we actually know how to use sunscreen.

Oshi: hahahahaha....... warabie she seems really nice. Why don't you try to-

Warabie: mom! She just said that she's married! Can we just go home?! You've already humiliated me and you've made my roommate uncountable. Let's just go!!

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Shimi: ..............

Warabie:................... All right so everything's cleared up good bye

Shimi: when will you learn that you cannot just throw money willy-nilly like that? I honestly thought that this would teach you to be mindful with money and know the value of hard work. Apparently I was wrong

Warabie: ugh..... Dad I am fine. All right I pay my rent, I pay my utilities, I pay Fair share with streaming services and Wi-Fi. Why are you still on my ass?

Shimi: I am on your "ass" because even though you do all those things, it still feels like you don't know the value of a dollar and you still rely on us for financial support. People who actually have to worry about rent and utilities Don't spend $3,000 on a crib.... You could have chosen something cheaper You could have bought her something less expensive like clothes or toys. Something reasonable yet and still you decided to buy something that would be for an average person working out of your price range.

Warabie: so! Big deal I can afford it.

Shimi: and that's the problem. You can afford it but what if one day you can't afford it what are you going to do if that happens. Are you prepared to live an uncomfortable life? Are you prepared to not have everything you want and get everything you want just by opening your wallet?

Warabie:...................

Shimi: I'm not doing this to be mean warabie. I worry about you...... . Sometimes I feel like I failed you as a father........

Warabie: so you think I'm a failure?

Shimi: I never said that........

Warabie:.............

Shimi: warabie............. I just want the best for you and I want you to not rely on us all the time..... I want you to be independent, actually independent.

Warabie:hfff

Shimi: when you and mahi lived together the first time.

Warabie: dad please don't bring that up-

Shimi: when you two have that falling out, you left them on their own. They had to support themselves on their own, They got a job on their own they didn't get any help and look at them now. In school and in a higher job position If they can achieve that without any parental help, I'm sure you can do that too. I know you can do that son. I know I'm hard on you but I

Warabie: alright I get it........

Shimi: okay all right. I'm glad you understand. Then you'll probably understand why you're going to krillarney next month.

Warabie: what?

Shimi: yep I called your little brand mate's father and he'll gladly take you in to help with farm work

Warabie: are you fucking kidding me?!

Oshi: warabie!

Shimi: nope. You're going to work on the farm for one month. Do hard labor and actually earn a living and maybe learn some skills to

Warabie: what uh... I can't! who's going to pay part of my rent and utilities and everything if I'm not at my job?

Shimi: oh you'll pay it. With the money you earn at the farm. I just hope you earn enough to pay your fair share.

Warabie:..................I can't believe this! Are you serious? What if I don't go?!

Shimi: well then you can say goodbye to your credit card and your savings account and your checking account cuz we will have full control of all of it

Warabie:.........................

Shimi: your choice

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Neta: The whole month Cirrina! You skipped for the whole month!

Cirrina: I only did it on Fridays I don't see what the problem is.

Neta: it becomes a problem when it starts affecting your grades. I can understand 1 day but 4 days! Cirrina you should know better!... I'm very disappointed

Cirrina: so what. I do what I'm supposed to. I take my tests, I practice for band, I go to turf war practice. I do everything just fine and nothing has been affected.

Neta: your grade dropped to a D in social science You missed several tests

Cirrina:oh

Neta: *sigh*......... Crab Cakes......... I emailed The principal and ...... fortunately she's not that smart. I lied and told her that you had to go to swim practice

Cirrina: inkfish aren't allowed on the swim team

Neta: I told you she's not smart.....your teacher on the other hand is very smart and but he likes you so he's allowing you to do some work over the summer to bring your grade up.

Cirrina: I have to go to summer school!?

Neta: No, you don't have to and you're lucky you don't but he does want you to write a five-page essay. On anything any subject matter doesn't matter. You just need to write five pages.

Cirrina: That's it? I can do that in my sleep.

Neta: Wait. wait I'm not finished...... You're grounded for........... 3 weeks..... That means no going out with your friends on weekends or after school. No turf war unless it involves practice with your team is that clear?

Cirrina: ugh fine I don't care.

Neta:.......ok......um..... unfortunately I will not be able to give you the passes for the music festival.

Cirrina: those weren't for me. Those were for Mahi I promise them passes if they didn't snitch on me for skipping

Neta:.........................................ok... I'll deal with that later..... you know what? You know that ink fast concert you wanted to go to? Yeah I'm not getting you tickets or meet and greet passes

Cirrina: so I'm not allowed to go?! You said if I passed my algebra exam I could go!!

Neta: oh you're still allowed to go. I'm just not going to buy you the tickets. You're free to buy them yourself ..... let's see they're selling around ehhhhh $600

Cirrina: That's not fair I don't have any money!!

Neta: maybe during the summer you can get a job. Hey you can work with me maybe you can learn some responsibility. doesn't that sound fun?

Cirrina: ew Cod no!! I don't want to work with you or your grody employees!!

Neta: well I guess you're not going to the concert oh well it gives you more time to write your essay.

Cirrina: daddy please you promised meeee!!!

Neta: no Cirrina I'm sorry You need to learn this lesson!! You can't get away with everything I have to put my foot down on this. If you can find a way to go you can go but if you can't I'm sorry

Cirrina: that's not fair!!!

Neta: Go to your room.... Your punishment starts now.

Cirrina: ..I HATE YOU!.(SLAM)

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Neta:.....….........................she hates me

Ikkan: she doesn't hate you... She's just not used to not getting what she wants.... Do you want me to talk to her?

Neta: please.

Ikkan: (knock)... Cirrina....(Knock)........hey .. are you okay?

Cirrina:....*sniff*.....go away......

Ikkan: come on Cici don't be that way.... come here

Cirrina: *crying*... it's not fair

Ikkan: Cirrina You know you can't get away with everything....

Cirrina:........

Ikkan: I get it. I know you guys talked about it and he promised you but you need to understand that he's not doing this to hurt you or to wrong you in any way. Actions have consequences sweetie you know that

Cirrina: .................. I know.

Ikkan:.... You don't hate your dad do you?

Cirrina: no

Ikkan: no...no you don't....... ..I think I have a better punishment for you........ and maybe it could help you get your tickets to your little concert.

Cirrina:............

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Neta: on a farm? in krillarney?...... In another country?

Ikkan: I'll be with her, along with her grandfather.., and Warabie........It'll be a great subject to write her essay..... it'll be good for her she'll have fun

Neta:..... I have to think about that....... why is warabie going to be there?

Ikkan: hehehehe I didn't tell you?...hahahahaha.... It's really funny.. his parents thought he got someone preg- hm hi Cici

Cirrina:..............I'm sorry I skipped school and I'm sorry I said that I hate you dad. I don't hate you I love you

Neta: I love you too crab cakes...aww..[kiss]

Cirrina: so I'm not grounded anymore?

Neta: you're still grounded baby

Cirrina: damn I tried... still love you tho

Neta: awwww.....

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Mahi: krillarney?? Isn't that like where they grow corn and raise manatees??

Warabie: yeah

Mahi: You got to stay there for a month?

Warabie: yeah..

Mahi: hehehe

Warabie: It's not funny Mahi stop

Mahi: you're right I'm sorry it's not funny

Warabie: .you want my tidal wave pass? I can't go to the music festival

Mahi: oh nice..... ....

Neta: here's your music festival passes Cirrina promised..... I don't appreciate you black mailing my daughter Mahi.

Mahi: I'm sorry it won't happen again boss thanks for the passes I got to go byeeeeeee

Neta: hum

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Mahi: hey babe you want to go to the tidal wave music festival?

Mizole: no

Mahi: are you still mad they didn't ask you to perform

Mizole: I don't care if they don't want my band to play

Mahi: ok I just got 3 passes so if you want to join me you can

Mizole: no

Mahi: :(

Mizole: fine

Mahi: :)

Mahi is the only one who got away with their actions and learned nothing from it good for them @fish-at-fish-fish-resort