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🏝️Time on Island: Day 45

AN: Longer Chapters Ahead Folks!

I can't believe I'm losing to a fish.

Out of sheer boredom, I taught Ioannis how to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, and I’ve lost the last four rounds. What the hell? Flopping back, I threw my hands up in defeat.

“I give up. You’re good at everything,” I groaned, letting my head sink into the soft sand.

Ioannis laughed, a deep, melodic sound that stirred something in my chest. He tucked his tail beneath him and leaned down to meet my gaze.

“Oh, is that so?”

Giving him the rudest side-eye I could muster, I sighed dramatically.

“I’m BORED.”

“Surely, there must be something else we can do to entertain you?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

I rolled onto my stomach, propping my chin in my hands as I gazed out at the endless expanse of ocean. “I miss my phone,” I muttered, the mere thought of it making me feel even more restless. It had remained in my jean pocket while the ship went down, but it was broken and completely waterlogged—totally unusable.

His brows furrowed as if he was conflicted.

“I could…” he started, his voice trailing off as he seemed to contemplate something.

I glanced at him, curiosity piqued. “You could what?”

“I could grant you the ability to breathe underwater.”

“Wait—what? You can do that?” I sat up, shocked.

“Temporarily,” he clarified, his tone serious.

“Can we do it now?”

“Of course,” he said, although the playful spark in his eyes dimmed slightly. “But you must understand one thing: you have to remain near me. The ocean can be…unpredictable.”

I nodded eagerly. “Okay.”

He took another deep breath, his features suddenly taut with concentration. I could sense he was stalling again, and it only deepened the knot of anticipation twisting in my stomach.

“So how do you—” I started, but he interrupted me.

“As I have mentioned, it is only temporary, but I will need to provide you with breath.” His tone was matter-of-fact, and he paused, as if giving me a moment to fully grasp the implications of what he was saying.

Huh?

He had to give me breath?

He had to give… me… breath.

My mind screeched to a halt.

OH.

He had to give me breath.

So, his mouth and my mouth…

“Oh,” I stuttered, suddenly feeling a rush of heat spreading across my cheeks. “You— you have to put your—”

“Indeed,” he replied, his brows raising slightly as he regarded me patiently.

I nodded in agreement and despite my heart pounding in my chest I trailed behind him as we ventured into the water.

When he turned and moved closer to me to…transfer air, I silently prayed he couldn’t see how flustered I truly was. His fingers brushed against my cheek, and he pulled back for a moment, hesitation flickering in his eyes. Would he really go through with this?

Then, in an instant, his cool, wet hands cradled my face. Until this moment, our encounters had been marked by fleeting brushes of the hand or my leg against his tail while swimming but never something so overt. His steady gaze bore into mine, electrifying and intense, leaving me breathless and questioning everything I felt.

“Just concentrate on me,” he said, his voice calm.

Okay,” I said weakly.

“Hold your breath.” 

And then, he pulled me under. 

The water embraced us, cool and refreshing, and before I could think, he was drawing me toward him, sealing his lips over mine. 

The moment our lips touched, a rush of air bubbles filled my lungs—both strange and exhilarating. It was as if I was sharing a part of him; his breath mingled with mine, seamlessly intertwining our worlds in that brief moment.

It’s not a kiss. It’s not a kiss. It’s not a kiss.

He pulled away and I opened my eyes to find his gaze fixed on me.

“Breathe,” he urged, his voice ringing clear in the water like a bell.

I took a deep breath—and though it was water, it felt as effortless as air.

“Well?” Ioannis asked, his tone almost bashful.

My grin couldn’t be contained, joy bubbling up within me. “It feels… amazing! I can breathe!”

I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous glimmer that promised adventure beneath the waves.

To Be Continued...

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AN: HAHA! A 3 IN 1!

🏝️Time on Island: Day 65

My days on the island blurred and somehow along the way also transformed my time from strictly survival to moments where I truly enjoyed just being—and I was always accompanied by Ioannis.

I continued to explore, excited about my own collections expanding. While Io retrieved treasures from beneath the waves, I focused on what was on land. As time went by without any sign of rescue, I shifted my focus toward crafting tools for survival.

First task: Making a fishing net.

And I was doing horribly. 

I sat hunched over a pile of palm fronds, assorted vines, and coconut shells frustrated. Although I had gathered what I thought I might need, I realized putting them together was far more complicated than I had anticipated.

“Io?” I whined. “How do I do this?”

His laughter was loud and beautiful, and I couldn’t help the warmth that spread across my cheeks.

 “It requires patience, little human,” he replied, swimming closer to shore and shaking the water from his hair, splashing me in the process. I blinked at him, unimpressed.

“As well as practice.”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Perfect,” I grumbled. 

He had an uncanny knack for crafting gadgets, showing me his own collection of tools also fashioned from the pieces of land and sea. With Io’s encouragement, I experimented with different ways to intertwine the fronds, still struggling through and through.

“Here let me show you,” Ioannis said, his lips curved into a smirk as he expertly demonstrated the technique. 

“I did that!”

He had the audacity to laugh at me. 

“Of course you did, little human. Now try it again, perhaps correctly this time.”

“Wow, okay, Mr. Sarcastic,” I muttered. 

But my stomach fluttered when he laughed and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

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🏝️ Time on Island: Day 69

As Io and I spent more time together, I found myself unconsciously easing into whatever was growing between us. I deluded myself into labeling it friendship. On a particularly lazy afternoon, we lounged in the sand, gazing at the clouds drifting lazily across the vast sky.

“Look! That one’s shaped like a whale!” I pointed excitedly at a fluffy formation overhead.

Ioannis tilted his head, a playful smile forming on his lips. 

“Hmm…I’d argue it resembles more of my kin.”

“So, you're half whale?” I teased, unable to suppress a grin.

“Amusing.” He flicked some sand at me playfully.

But then curiosity piqued, and I asked,

“Io, why are you the only one of your kind here?”

“I’m not.”

His response took me by surprise.

"Though this is my territory, there are a few who linger nearby. They understand not to overstep my boundaries; it's considered quite rude." He explained, and I couldn’t help but watch his mouth as he spoke, my mind wandering to what his lips had felt like. They were so soft. Heat crept up my neck, and I struggled to suppress the urge to fling myself into the water.

"My kind typically prefer to stay hidden, away from the surface," he continued. "But I do not share that sentiment. And I... have never come across anything quite like you." 

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

“Pfft…I don’t know about all that. I think I was considered pretty boring back home. That’s why I even went on that ship—I thought I could take a vacation and magically become someone new and well, you see how that turned out.”

“Perhaps this is where you needed to be.”

“I don’t belong here, Io,” I said, looking away, hesitant to even entertain what staying on the island might mean. 

“I disagree. You yourself said you were looking for change. I can't imagine anything being more different.” His voice held a conviction that both stirred and unsettled me.

I don't belong here...but wouldn't it be nice if I did?

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 73

The sunsets here were breathtaking. Each evening, I watched as the sky painted itself in vivid shades of orange, pink, and purple. I lay across Io's lap, watching the stars start to twinkle faintly. It was unusually humid today and the ocean churned restlessly.

I sleepily pulled off his lap and stretched across the beach. “What’s wrong with the water? The waves seem worse than usual.”

“A storm is coming, little human. A natural cleansing of the sea.” There was a thrill in his voice, as if storms ignited something deep within him.

Captivated, I watched as the breeze tousled his hair, playfully framing his face. Tiny particles of sand clung to his now slightly curled blue-black locks. My gaze traced the elegant curve of his neck, the way it followed the strong line of his freckle splattered shoulders. 

When his strange blue and yellow eyes shifted in my direction and caught me staring, a rush of heat flooded my cheeks. My instincts kicked in, and I threw my hands over my face.

“Ugh."

“What?” he asked, clearly amused.

“Nothing,” I replied as I fought to regain my composure, aware that my words were far from the truth.

“Tell me," He pressed.

“No."

“Imogen.” He said my name like a challenge, and I felt my resolve waver.

“It’s nothing, you’re just—” The words were there in my mind, but they refused to form on my tongue.

“I’m just what?” he urged, leaning slightly closer.

“Do you all look like—” I gestured vaguely to his face, trying to find the right words to not embarrass myself.

When he remained silent, clearly entertained by my inability to form a coherent sentence, I sighed.

“Never mind,” I finally said, my voice shaky.

I could sense that he wasn’t going to let it go that easily, and part of me didn't want him to.

But I did not expect what happened next.

“What do I look like, Imogen?” His voice was low and teasing and it was downright cruel as he leaned over me, his arms forming a cage that trapped me underneath him.

“I—uh—” I stuttered like an absolute idiot. 

His presence was overwhelming with an underlying wildness that made me burn inside. It was deeply uncomfortable to suddenly have two completely different parts of me…pulsing. 

“It is unkind to leave me waiting in suspense,” he said, tilting his head playfully, that infuriating smirk still on his lips. He clearly enjoyed me being flustered—a fact that only aggravated me further.

“I just meant—you're... different. Good looking, I guess, I don’t know.” I finally muttered, the words trailing off.

There was a beat of silence. His smile widened, revealing a glimpse of his genuine pleasure. 

“Good-looking? Is that all?”

I felt my cheeks heat even more.

“What do you want me to say?” I shot back, trying to reclaim some ground.

“Whatever is it you are thinking about that is making your cheeks turn that interesting shade of red."

Nope.

“I’m going to sleep!” I shouted, scrambling out of his arms and retreating to my self-made leaf tent with his laughter trailing behind me.

"Little human, come back. I'm sorry!"

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 75

I looked away from him.

“Why do you do that?” I asked.

“Hmm?” His brow furrowed slightly as if he hadn’t heard my question. I could sense that he was lost in his own thoughts but the source of them was unknown to me.

“Why do you always call me little human?” I inquired as I had always been curious about his persistent nickname for me. Although it never offended me (and was in fact quite true) something about it lately had…bothered me.

“Are you not?”

“Yes, but sometimes it feels like you’re drawing some kind of line.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I could hear my self-consciousness slipping through. “Like you’re just trying to remind me how different we are.”

He seemed to consider my words for a moment, once again losing himself to whatever thoughts were clearly dominating his mental energies. "Perhaps I am," he murmured. "But, despite our differences, I consider you…equal in many ways."

"Equal?" I echoed, taken aback. There was nothing about me that could compare to his natural talents and abilities. The only true advantage I had over him was that I had legs. “Are you joking?”

“I call you little human because it feels...fitting. You are resilient and have fierce determination, something I admire.” He paused, a playful grin forming. “And, well, you are incredibly stubborn.”

“Oh, as you're one to talk.” I rolled my eyes, grinning despite myself.

Io was suddenly very still and…serious. He looked straight ahead at the swirling water, but I could see him stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye.

“When you smile…” His voice trailed off.

My heart raced, and I leaned in slightly, our shoulders brushing. “And when I smile, what?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the thunderous storm outside.

“Your smile can move the tides.”

What a simple thing to say and yet his words sent a nearly forgotten but somewhat familiar feeling through me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Without thinking, I leaned my head against his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence beside me.

To Be Continued...

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 76

He had blown nervous bubbles at the water's surface until the sun began its ascent.

With deep regret, he had to part from Imogen's soft body, leaving an ache in his chest as the ocean's call pulled him back. His scales began to feel the effects of lingering on land for too long, especially after the excess energy he'd exerted during their night together.

She was so warm.

As a creature of the island’s surrounding waters, he was accustomed to the cool patches within the deepest parts of the sea, yet never had he experienced warmth quite like the kind Imogen provided while he lay curled around her.

And she made the most captivating sounds—each breathy sigh embedded itself deep in his mind. His kind was known for luring prey with their Song, yet he was certain the noises she made could rival any melody from his kin. He recalled how she had changed colors like an octopus, vibrant shades of red blooming down her chest like the vibrant coral reefs they’d visited.

Even so, a knot of anxious energy coiled in his gut, a conflict of excitement and the uncertainty that lay ahead.

It was as if the sea sensed his unease; a cluster of curious critters began to circle around him, poking their heads up as if to get a better look. A few sea turtles, their eyes gleaming with lazy amusement, took interest, prompting him to roll his eyes and shoo the rest of the nosy sea folk away.

He eyed some lingering tuna with passing interest, unwilling to allow them near his little human while she rested but willing to catch a few unwitting candidates for her breakfast.

As if sensing the looming threat, the curious sea creatures scattered, hastily seeking out different predators in the ocean to harass. He sighed heavily and flung himself backward into the water. Lost in his thoughts he floated on long after the sun had begun to warm the island.

While she slept peacefully, he remained unsettled, a deep, instinctual pull drawing him to her.

Though he was certain she was an enthusiastic participant in their activities, he couldn't shake the doubt that her feelings might not linger once she awakened.

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A while later his line of thought was interrupted by confused, human sounds emanating from deep within the grotto. He perked up, immediately calling out to her. Swimming toward the edge of the grotto, Io pulled himself partially onto the shore, anxiously waiting for any sign of her emergence.

He watched, captivated, as she approached slowly, shyly, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes. Sunlight caught the wild tousles of her hair, and the breeze rippled at her makeshift blanket, tucked under her arms.

A wave of longing washed over him—he yearned to be with her—to share more of these simple moments that made him feel more alive than he had in decades.

Drawing himself closer to shore, he tucked his tail beneath him and waited patiently for her to come near.

"Good morning, little human," he said, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. While he kept his demeanor steady, a storm of uncertainty (and shamefully desire) churned within him.

"Hi...” she replied, her voice quiet and reserved, despite the small smile that graced her lips.

To Be Continued...

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Tidal Diaries Update #1

As we head into the next part of Tidal Diaries, I thought I would share a big ole collection of RAW unused/unedited screenshots - some are references to plot points I abandoned / screenshots I felt wouldn't serve the story / screenshots I just didn't end up using.

TD Recap:

Imogen was vacationing on Isla Escudo and was off on an excursion when a storm both capsized and smashed the ship into the island - very close to Io's grotto/cave thing. He found her drowning and saved her for...reasons.

Io is a merman who has had contact with human prior to Imogen and has definitely drowned a few. They taste good, I guess - I don't know, I'm not a mermaid sadly.

Imogen has been stuck on this unknown island (the custom world is Palm Springs btw and it's amazing as is, but I did A LOT of work to it) for almost 2 months.

Both are emotionally constipated.

Fun TD Facts & Some Minor Spoilers:

Ioannis is pronounced 'EYE- OH- ANNE- IS' (I am aware that is not the actual pronunciation of that name which I think is closer to Yo-ahh-nis) but it's how I personally like to say it.

Both of their names were changed upon my decision to start posting their story - it is not their names AT ALL in my actual game simply because I haven't updated it lol.

I initially did not start any of this using pose player but found out VERY quickly it was not going to be possible to tell their story without it, so I am immensely grateful for all of you who create poses, even though I am constantly fighting with Io's dang tail.

Speaking of Io's dang tail, his weird scale coloring was completely by accident because I'm DUMB and don't read directions. He was initially A COMPLETELY different coloring, with a completely different tail before I found I think it's RStar's(?) default tail and because I don't follow directions, I couldn't figure out the DF/Non-DF and so I was way too lazy to change anything and said fuck it. I have since figured it out but it's too late for him so he has to suck it up.

Same thing with Imogen's hair color - started off with the ginger thing and it wasn't working for me. Transitioned her to blonde long before I even decided to start posting.

My actual gameplay of them is VERY far ahead in the timeline and they're actually overrunning me with their fricking offspring. As a mother of twins myself, the number of kids they (will eventually) have stresses me tf out - like WHO IS RAISING THESE FISH BABIES?

There will be other merfolk and even plant sims in the distant future (also some sort of bog witch but this is still being worked out).

I have changed Imogen's outfits a million times (which you will see as the story advances) and Io's literally will never change lmaoooo.

🌶️Part two will be....NSFW... at least some of it when I figure out how to go about that. And it will be sooner rather than later.

Well, that's all I can think of off the top of my head but am happy to answer questions or trade theories - otherwise, onto part two we go!!!

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 45

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 45

Without a tail like Io, swimming this deep in the ocean was not as easy as I thought—not at all. My lack of grace caught his attention; I saw him roll his eyes with amusement before he effortlessly swam over and pulled me close. Despite my swimming skills, keeping pace with him required an entirely different level of ability.

I wrapped my arms and legs around his waist, clinging tightly as he accelerated toward the ocean floor.

As we glided through a vibrant kelp forest, schools of fish in every color fluttered and danced around us. They peeked through the tangled green stalks, seemingly aware of Ioannis's presence and curious about his unusual passenger.

"What does my little human think of my world so far?"

In that moment, he readjusted my legs higher around his waist, and the mere touch of his hands on my thighs sent fire to my…ahem…lady parts.

Get it together, Imogen. I thought. Have some control.

“It’s incredible,” I breathed, utterly captivated. “Absolutely beautiful”

"Yes, I think so too," he replied, but instead of looking ahead, he turned his gaze to me, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.

A smug satisfaction flickered across his face at my reaction, heightening my embarrassment and leaving me acutely aware of how close we were pressed to one another.

As he brought us closer to the ocean floor, I instinctively pushed off from his solid form, breaking the contact between us.

“I want to explore!” I declared.

“Do not stray too far, little human,” he cautioned, his tone firm yet encouraging, a reminder of the boundaries he had set.

With that, I began to swim toward the coral formations that dotted the ocean floor, feeling an exhilarating rush of freedom. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch the vivid ocean plant life, its textures both rough and smooth under my fingertips. Fish darted around me, transforming the scene into a busy underwater city teeming with activity. Schools of angelfish moved elegantly through the depths, while a few seahorses cruised by calmly. Tiny minnows flitted about like shimmering sparks, weaving in and out of the coral formations.

Io lingered nearby, watching me explore, a soft smile never leaving his lips.

They're much softer than I expected. I mused, thus shocking even myself.

The way he existed within the water was a reminder of his connection to this place; every part of him had been crafted for life beneath the waves. His confidence was evident in the ease with which he navigated. It was clear he belonged here, enhancing its beauty with his very presence.

Curious fish began to swim closer, drawn in by the strange little human among them. Some even lingered around him, playfully darting in front of his face and weaving between his arms.

Io, however, wasn’t having it. With a flick of his hand, he shooed them away, a shift in his demeanor reminding me of where he stood in this underwater hierarchy.

“I see you’re quite popular down here. Now I understand why you like it so much,” I laughed, glancing back at him as I watched the schools of fish play peek-a-boo beneath his tail.

“They do not concern themselves with my well-being,” he replied dryly, but a hint of a smile touched his lips. “Only with their own.”

I found myself chuckling, wrapped in the magic of the moment. Diving deeper, I reached out to touch the delicate anemones, their colors more vivid than I could have imagined of a place where the sun barely reaches.

“You swim well when you are not trying to keep up with me,” Ioannis called, his voice leisurely flowing through the water. He was clearly enjoying himself, gliding smoothly around me as I twirled and swam amongst the coral.

“Who says I can’t keep up?” I shot back cheekily, kicking myself away with even more force.

“Imogen! Not too far!” he cautioned.

I dove beneath a rocky formation, pushing the boundaries just a little. I trusted he was nearby but when I turned around, he was gone. Momentary panic surged through me as I spun, scanning the area until I caught a glimpse of his tail peeking through the tall kelp.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming back!” I called out, relieved.

I heard his laughter echo in the water. As he swam above me, he flashed a playful grin and extended his hand toward me, an inviting gesture that felt both reassuring and thrilling.

I reached out to take his hand as he offered it, our fingers threading together in a gentle, intimate embrace.

To Be Continued...

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🏝️Time on Island: Day 75

NSFW: This content includes mature themes-images will be mostly cropped but certainly suggestive. To see the full images click here (😏) Please read responsibly!

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