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TDM #10
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is also there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
- "Happy spring, inhabitants! This has always been my favorite season. Granted, I've only seen it once before." The point still stands. "Everything is waking up again, including the fae... Do mind their tricks! This year, they seem to have a flair for fashion and especially strange top hats."
Almost as soon as it's said, a fairy might pop one onto your head. It comes with an entire ensemble, too, in the form of a playboy bunny suit. The tall ears that sprout from the might seem like just decoration... until you try to take it off. Pulling off the hat will reveal that the ears are actually a more permanent fixture for the time being to your scalp.
Oh, and it comes with a fluffy tail too! Adorable.
WHAT
The tenth Amani TDM!
WHEN
March 22nd, 2023
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Oviposition
★ Predator/Prey
★ Bloodplay
★ Monsterfucking
★ Predicament Bondage
★ Predator/Prey
★ Bloodplay
★ Monsterfucking
★ Predicament Bondage
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the resident deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage others to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
TIME FOR TEA
As Spring begins to bloom across the simulation, so do more variety of flora. Thanks to the influence of inhabitants present and past, more and more life is being breathed into this little simulated world. It makes for things to be a little more homey... And a lot of these new plants also make for excellent tea!
Fancy ceramic sets can be found scattered throughout the simulation. They'll always be full and piping hot no matter how much a character drinks.
Each tea will have its own special effects. They'll be properly labeled with a cute tag that on the front reads "Drink me!" and on the backside says exactly what it does. Of course, depending on where the tea set was placed it's very possible the tag may be missed or simply overlooked.
Either way, they all taste great!
Each tea will have its own special effects. They'll be properly labeled with a cute tag that on the front reads "Drink me!" and on the backside says exactly what it does. Of course, depending on where the tea set was placed it's very possible the tag may be missed or simply overlooked.
Either way, they all taste great!
- ★ Mushroom Tea » Things are about to get trippy. Inhabitants will experience hallucinations that turn the world topsy turvy. Are you seeing double? No, there's actually two of you and you're just seeing through both their eyes. Woah.
★ Pu-erh Tea » This tea will stop you right in your tracks. No, literally- Anyone that drinks this will become paralyzed from the neck down. The only thing that seems to bring back sensation is a peaceful touch.
★ Assam Tea » This tea makes you feel fancy. In fact, you just want to show off to any and everyone around. Even usually meek or shy characters will suddenly burst out of their shells and have newfound confidence after sipping this tea.
★ Roobios Tea » Is it just you or do your clothes suddenly feel... itchy? It's not your clothes, actually, it's just everything. This tea causes an itch that can't be scratched. At least, not by your hands. Someone else's though... That's another story! And if it feels a little too good? Don't worry about it.
ALL THAT GLITCHES IS GOLD
Characters that wander away from the main hub might find themselves walking through fields of clovers before long. It will spur on a sense of free-spirited fun that lends itself to one wanting to frolic and play. A good game of chase seems like a great idea right about now...
Why not? Considering everything that being in Amani means, your schedule is likely pretty free. Any inhabitants gifted a hat from the fae will want to be the ones to runaway. Anyone else will feel driven to catch them.
But how? Easy, with some golden rope! This enchanted thread will wrap around any runaway rabbits with ease. The only way to get out will be to tell the truth. If they lie instead, they'll only become even more tangled up.
For those that are especially tricky though and escape the rope, it will then morph into golden chains. These are heavier, sturdier, and... sexier? That's right, this time to get loose one must speak a sexual truth. Whether it be a fantasy or long-kept secret is up to them, but there's no escaping this time unless the fess up.
Though hopefully, you aren't late for a very important date since some of these patches of greenery are glitched. Time ends up a bit... Jeremy Bearimy in them, so to speak, and what feels like minutes might actually be days. Oops!
Just follow the golden brick road- Er, sorry, wrong theme. Follow the golden rope or chain and speak the truth to each other to get loose. Eventually, you'll step back out into the simulation proper and the glitch will correct itself.
Why not? Considering everything that being in Amani means, your schedule is likely pretty free. Any inhabitants gifted a hat from the fae will want to be the ones to runaway. Anyone else will feel driven to catch them.
But how? Easy, with some golden rope! This enchanted thread will wrap around any runaway rabbits with ease. The only way to get out will be to tell the truth. If they lie instead, they'll only become even more tangled up.
For those that are especially tricky though and escape the rope, it will then morph into golden chains. These are heavier, sturdier, and... sexier? That's right, this time to get loose one must speak a sexual truth. Whether it be a fantasy or long-kept secret is up to them, but there's no escaping this time unless the fess up.
Though hopefully, you aren't late for a very important date since some of these patches of greenery are glitched. Time ends up a bit... Jeremy Bearimy in them, so to speak, and what feels like minutes might actually be days. Oops!
Just follow the golden brick road- Er, sorry, wrong theme. Follow the golden rope or chain and speak the truth to each other to get loose. Eventually, you'll step back out into the simulation proper and the glitch will correct itself.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!NOTES
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
★ The effects of all the influences can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc.
★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!
★ As mentioned before, this TDM will span March and April! While the events are canonical, they can be happening anytime in that timeframe.
★ And while there will be an event in April, anyone is welcome to hop into (haha, see what I did there) our current event if they'd rather!
★ We are currently at 31/40 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community!
NAVIGATION
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I will await you in the beyond.
This will do, though. It's more than he deserves.
"I think our game... is nearly done for today, Majesty," Ardyn pants, cock slick in his hand, thumb exploring the softness of Noctis' tongue. But he can't get there without Noctis' help, without some manner of acknowledgement. He needs to be needed. "How would you end it?"
Ardyn knows he's playing with fire, that his orgasm might only unleash the darkness within him, as it has before. But he needs the decisive release that he cannot achieve alone. He needs a King.
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The only person to ever call him that before was Nyx, and even then only when things were deadly dire. He knows that Ardyn claims to have come from his future, that he becomes the King of Kings and fulfills the prophecy, but knowing that isn't the same as actually being called Majesty to his face.
...not that he feels much like a Majesty at the moment, bound and exposed and flushed and desperate with another man's finger in his mouth. But somehow, hearing it does make it feel just a little truer, even if Ardyn's only saying it to mock him. Right now, he can't even tell, nor does he particularly care.
He pants, lips wet with his own saliva once Ardyn slips his thumb out, and says, "Don't care...just...need to come...please."
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"As you wish," Ardyn whispers... and stands.
The ropes limit Ardyn's options, but there's a simple one that he quite likes the thought of. He carefully rolls Noctis onto one side, then lays himself down with the younger man, face-to-face. He uses one of his still-sleeved arms as a pillow for Noctis' head and leverage to pull them closer: now chest-to-chest, and groin-to-groin.
With his other hand Ardyn is done wasting time. He shifts aside the rope and cloth that have been frustrating Noctis, finally letting his sizable cock out into the open, then does the same for his own briefs. With a sigh, he presses their members against each other, uses his hand to hold them together so they might thrust in whatever shared rhythm they can find.
"Ahh, Noctis," he hisses, touching his forehead to Noctis'. His wine-smelling breath is warm against Noctis' mouth, a dare to kiss him, to say his name, to give him just a little more. Ardyn's so close.
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...but that thought will have to wait for later. Ardyn rolls him over and it doesn't entirely relieve the strain on his legs, but it's better, at least. And then there's Ardyn lying down with him, and when he slips his arm under Noctis' head, the pressure on the noose lessens considerably. He breathes hard while he can.
A pillow isn't the only thing Ardyn provides, as he pulls Noctis close like a lover might. It hardly feels like a game at all anymore, especially when Ardyn finally releases his cock completely and takes them both in hand, pulling a faint moan from his throat. Noctis does his best to thrust in time with the other man, close enough already that Ardyn can feel the pulse pounding under his palm.
At the sound of his name spoken like that, he shivers. The touch of Ardyn's forehead to his own gives him little choice but to stare into amber eyes as he struggles toward release, and their lips are so close...
If Ardyn hadn't sabotaged himself with that soft touch, this moment would probably look different. Noctis might have closed his eyes, or maybe Ardyn would have chosen a less intimate position. But that touch set a precedent - set a mood.
And deep down, though he might not realize it yet, Noctis is a romantic, too.
He takes Ardyn up on that dare without thinking, tipping his head just the slightest bit and kissing him urgently. They're pressed so close that Noctis' hands finally have something they can reach, fingers grasping for strands of wine-red hair.
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Orgasm overtakes Ardyn and he growls into Noctis' mouth. Hot spurts of semen paint Noctis' lower belly and the tip of his cock, but Ardyn doesn't slow. He keeps thrusting, the contact slicker than before but his hardness unabated. If anything he's harder now than ever... but he can keep control at least long enough for Noctis to come too. He has to, even as dark veins start spreading from his heart across his chest, even as his hand clenches and scrapes the flesh of Noctis' back a bit too hard.
"Oh, Noctis, please..." he murmurs, as he struggles to maintain control.
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The entreaty is unexpected, but Ardyn may have just hit upon another kink button for Noctis that he didn't know he had, because Ardyn is asking him for something. Asking him to do something, in a tone that sounds like he needs it. And the urge to fulfill that need kicks in hard, as soon as Noctis opens his eyes and sees the need reflected in Ardyn's. It's ironic, perhaps, for Noctis to get off on granting someone else's ardent desire while barely able to do anything at all, but then again, perhaps that actually makes it more powerful.
So his fingers clutch at Ardyn's hair and the warm slick heightens his pleasure and he throws caution to the wind, holding his breath and letting the noose constrict to give himself the leeway for harder, faster thrusts. And it's not long before he finally lets that breath back out in a half-strangled moan as he finds release with his forehead and nose still pressed to Ardyn's, almost nuzzling him by the time the shudders stop and he's fully spent.
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But there's another part of him, a hungry part, a part he's always holding back, a part that surges to the fore and turns his joy into violence. He'd thought that having satisfied himself sexually with several partners recently, he might have exhausted the daemon within, but that's not how it works. So, grinning with his forehead and nose pressed against Noctis, he reaches up and snaps the young king's neck.
WAIT. NO.
Ardyn's eyes snap open, and his sclera are black, corruption dripping from his mouth and nose. Noctis is alive--horrified or terrified at Ardyn's face, perhaps, but uninjured--but the urge to follow through on that crystal-clear violent urge is overwhelming while Noctis is so helpless. Ardyn rolls away, snarling, panting, looking for something, someone to direct his destructive impulses toward, but there's nobody, nobody but Noctis, the person he's hurt more than anyone else, and really Noctis would be fine in the end, he would come back to life, and it would push him forward to do what needs to be done, to destroy Ardyn himself and finally fulfill both their destinies, it's inevitable after all, and...
...it would be easy to just go back to how things were, but Ardyn doesn't let anything be easy. So, hunched on his side in the clover-patch, muscles straining enough to tear the seams of his shirt, Ardyn snarls: "ARDYN. SLEEP."
And he goes limp.
...after a while, Ardyn's DTF manifests. The goblin Iedolas stands next to Ardyn's sleeping form and sighs.
"hey kid, i'm sorry 'bout your fucked-up uncle,
help me untie the young king, eh, carbuncle?"
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His eyes go wide as his body reacts to the sudden shift in weight and position, abruptly struggling to find any kind of equilibrium again. Any other time, he would have reacted with the obvious horror Ardyn predicts, and anger to cover up his panic at finding himself helpless with a monster. But the clover still fills his senses with its heady scent and softness, and he's finding it hard to react much at all to what he's seeing.
So he stares while Ardyn turns away and seethes. While the beginnings of a too-familiar dark miasma gather. And then he stares while Ardyn commands himself to sleep, and then does it. Immediately.
"What...? What the hell...was that...?" Noctis' voice is hoarse and ragged, and once it becomes clear that Ardyn isn't waking up again, that panic he missed out on earlier starts to rise in his chest like a boiling pot of milk. "Shit..." He struggles again, but this time it's a desperation to free himself. He's less frantic than he would be without the clover, but even a game shouldn't end like this. But of course, being made of fae magic, the rope doesn't budge no matter what he tries.
After a moment Noctis spots where Ardyn left his dagger lying nearby, and he tries to wriggle through the clover to reach it, but doing so without choking himself just isn't possible. He's just about to resort to trying to shout for help when there's...a goblin??
And it talks. In rhyme. Right. Ardyn's DTF is this creepy little thing. And it's...uh...apologizing to him?
He hasn't figured out anything to say yet before Carbuncle manifests from its pendant with an urgent chirp. His phone buzzes where it lies in his pants pocket on the ground. "Huh?" The little creature squeaks as its ears droop, and...yeah, of course, Noctis can't exactly read texts like this. Great. He's forced to talk directly to the daemon.
"What just happened?" he asks, as Carbuncle gets to work with its sharp little teeth, trying to gnaw through the rope around Noctis' neck.
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"daemons are vicious, kid, surely you knew that.
bossing himself? didn't know he could do that.
self-control ain't friends with a man like my boss,
nobody's hurt, though, so this ain't no great loss."
Then he cocks his head as Carbuncle sends him a text.
"oh, good point, carby, your teeth won't do the trick,
just need a question with answers that will stick."
He thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers and points at Noct, a little like Ardyn might:
"got it: he'll wonder when waking from his trance:
another kiss, noct, has he ruined his chance?"
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"Bossing himself...?" Noctis mutters under his breath. That implies he can 'boss' others, too, which is concerning in a way that Noctis will feel more acutely later. But...that also implies that Ardyn was losing control of himself and chose to force himself to sleep with his daemonic powers rather than hurt Noctis. In his current mental state, that makes him smile a little. "Well, uh...when he wakes up, tell him I appreciate it."
Carbuncle pauses in its attempted chewing to trill with annoyance and send a text to Iedolas, as it realizes why this isn't working.
Noctis stares at the goblin in vague disbelief. "That's the most important question on his mind?" Wait, shit, if he wants to get out of here, he has to tell the truth. Which means he has to figure out what the truth is, first. He sets his gaze on the slumbering redhead and thinks. He had fun today - no, they had fun. Between the clover and the afterglow, it's hard for Noctis to summon any resentment or wariness about it. He enjoyed this. And after the lengths Ardyn went to to avoid taking advantage of his helplessness to hurt him...his instinctive horror at the idea of kissing Ardyn again fades far into the background.
He makes a frustrated but resigned noise, embarrassed but knowing he needs to give the right answer this time or risk making this worse. "...no, he hasn't."
And then a physical relief so powerful it's a little painful washes over him as the ropes all loosen and fall away at once. His wrists and neck are sore, his joints ache when he moves his arms and legs, the muscles all up and down his thighs and calves burn with exhaustion, and his lower back hurts. And yet...all this pain somehow feels good, in the same way it does after a long run or a training session.
He clears his throat a few times and catches his breath for a minute or so before he realizes he should proooobably clean up and make himself decent. Fortunately, what they did here really did mend his clothes, so it's a simple matter to remove his jacket completely and use it as a rag to clean himself up as best he can, and then to tuck himself back into his pants and fasten them up. He flops over onto his back with a faint groan and turns his head to glance at the goblin with awkward and embarrassed gratitude. "Uh...thanks."
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"don't even sweat it, yer king-a-lee highness,
doing my job, it ain't even a kindness.
take this, and no need to tell him about it.
take a look next time you're tempted to doubt it."
With a magician-like flick of his long, graspy fingers, Iedolas produces a printed photo of Ardyn and Noctis locked in their embrace together, kissing. Noctis' hand is tangled in Ardyn's hair, while Ardyn holds their penises close to each other. It's not clear how Iedolas got this angle without either of them noticing, but it's a well-taken picture.
"feel free to head out and let him get some rest.
waking, his mood might still not be quite the best."
And the goblin vanishes into bits of digital light, returning to the green jewel on the black ring on Ardyn's right hand.
the end~
He tucks the photo into a pocket for now. Maybe he'll burn it later. Maybe not.
Head out, Iedolas says, but Noctis isn't sure he can walk right now with how much like jelly his legs feel. He's tempted to just pass out right here, but...well, for one thing, he doesn't really want to be here when Ardyn wakes up, just in case his daemonic episode isn't over. For another, somebody's got to clean Ardyn up at least a little, and apparently Iedolas didn't feel like it.
So Noctis pushes himself up to a sitting position with a groan, and then sort of half-shuffles, half-crawls over to where Ardyn's asleep. He tries to be as quiet and unobtrusive as possible as he carefully removes Ardyn's vest and uses it to clean him up as much as a vest can reasonably do in less than a minute. He watches carefully, ready to warp away at the first sign of wakefulness, but Ardyn slumbers on.
Once that's done, he thinks for a second and then...takes off Ardyn's hat and places it on top of his exposed cock. It's...it'll have to be good enough, because he can't exactly dig into Ardyn's Armiger to get his clothes back. Oh well.
He peers up at the sky. Seems like it's only been maybe an hour since he first ran into Ardyn, which means he's got the whole day left to nap before dinner. (Or so he thinks, anyway.) So he forces himself to his feet and stumbles away from Ardyn until he finds a soft-looking mound of moss and clover to collapse on. "It's naptime," he mumbles to himself, practically already asleep even as he does.