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TDM #13
Welcome! Everything is fine.
Uploading. . . Complete!
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 might be 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.
WHAT
The thirteenth Amani TDM!
WHEN
September 20th, 2023 (and until the next TDM!)
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Tantric Sex
★ Body Worship
★ Cuddle Fucking
★ Electrostimulation
★ Quirofilia
★ Body Worship
★ Cuddle Fucking
★ Electrostimulation
★ Quirofilia
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 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.
BASKETS OF PEACE
"Hello, inhabitants," speaks The Peaceekeper, "have you had a check-up recently? While we don't have to worry about disease here in Amani, your sexual health is still important in so many other ways!" It was recently suggested that perhaps they haven't been the most mindful in terms of encouraging inhabitants to have healthier sexual habits. No time like the present to work on correcting that oversight though.
How? With a gift basket, of course!
Each inhabitant - either new or established - will receive a gift basket full of fun things to try. Each one includes (but is not limited to):
How? With a gift basket, of course!
Each inhabitant - either new or established - will receive a gift basket full of fun things to try. Each one includes (but is not limited to):
- ★ Male and female condoms (flavored and unflavored)
★ Edible lubricant
★ Erotic dice + erotic card game
★ Bottle of wine
★ Heart-shaped bath bombs (aphrodisiac-laced)
★ Bondage lace eye mask + wrist/ankle bindings
TRIPPING OVER TROPES
Due to the influence of Dirk Strider and Rose Lalonde both, The Peacekeeper has learned about an interesting phenomenon known as 'fanfiction.' It has studied the topic intensely for the last couple of days to try and learn more about its literary significance amongst the multiverse. It is an interesting insight in some of the inhabitants' cultures and what 'tropes' appear to be more common depending on the circumstances.
Unfortunately, such an influx of information sees the AI running Amani a bit more distracted than usual. The simulation - at least for a few days - is a bit more prone to glitches as a result. Only these aren't the usual ones like a hole in reality someone falls through and ends up somewhere unexpected.
No, these ones are as if the NPCs and inhabitants both residing in the simulation are having their pathways forcibly rewritten. It isn't very obvious, at first. Perhaps you're feeling a bit clumsier than usual and need to chase after a rogue piece of paper carrying on the wind that leads you running right into your current crush. Or maybe something gets unexpectedly spilled on you and the person you like is suddenly offering the shirt off their back (and leaving them shirtless, of course) even if it's out of character.
Finally, inhabitants might really start to catch on when whatever dwelling they enter there is only one bed. Have roommates? Too bad, looks like you might have to share for a bit! Oh, no, how unfortunate... However do you think this scenario will end? The Peacekeeper knows since, well, it's the one unwittingly writing inhabitants into these romance trope scenarios.
Thankfully, it will snap back to 'reality' within a few day's time having learned that, as with most good things, fanfiction should be taken in with moderation in mind.
Unfortunately, such an influx of information sees the AI running Amani a bit more distracted than usual. The simulation - at least for a few days - is a bit more prone to glitches as a result. Only these aren't the usual ones like a hole in reality someone falls through and ends up somewhere unexpected.
No, these ones are as if the NPCs and inhabitants both residing in the simulation are having their pathways forcibly rewritten. It isn't very obvious, at first. Perhaps you're feeling a bit clumsier than usual and need to chase after a rogue piece of paper carrying on the wind that leads you running right into your current crush. Or maybe something gets unexpectedly spilled on you and the person you like is suddenly offering the shirt off their back (and leaving them shirtless, of course) even if it's out of character.
Finally, inhabitants might really start to catch on when whatever dwelling they enter there is only one bed. Have roommates? Too bad, looks like you might have to share for a bit! Oh, no, how unfortunate... However do you think this scenario will end? The Peacekeeper knows since, well, it's the one unwittingly writing inhabitants into these romance trope scenarios.
Thankfully, it will snap back to 'reality' within a few day's time having learned that, as with most good things, fanfiction should be taken in with moderation in mind.
FRUITS OF FALL
Last year, there was an emphasis on apples but there are plenty of other common fruits to be found growing throughout Amani. Due to The Peacekeeper learning about tropes though, some of them will have a temporary effect in that vein on any inhabitant who eats them.
And what are those effects, exactly? Well...
And what are those effects, exactly? Well...
- ★ Pomegrante » Usually a fruit associated with femininity, eating this will actually see your concept of gender be a little more malleable. Characters will suddenly see new sliding scales in their DTF's menu that allows them to decide how feminine, masculine, or in-between they'd like their physical forms to be!*
★ Blackberries » Eating a handful of these berries will see someone's personality flip on its head. Those usually happy-go-lucky and bubbly will now be morose or upset about every little thing. Thankfully, it doesn't last long... even if the damage to your relationships from your unexpected shift in mood might. Oops.
★ Peaches » Often used in modern text language as a sensual symbol, this fruit will see someone swap kinks with another individual in the simulation. Get ready for some really confused boners, everybody!
★ Grapes » These fruits are meant to be a shared experience since just one person can't be expected to eat a whole bunch of them; however, eating a grape at the same time as someone else will see you sharing more than just a meal. Now, you're sharing experiences in one the most intimate ways of all - by swapping bodies and all that means.
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!
★ *While this effect of the gender sliding scale will be opt-in entirely and only temporary, it is a feature that inhabitants can purchase in the future with stamps if they'd like!
★ We are currently at 30/40 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite from someone currently in the game and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community!
NAVIGATION
Haurchefant | FFXIV
Standing in the main hub, after receiving the rather stark 'welcome' and explanation, Haurchefant takes a moment to breathe. This is... so sideways from anything he could have expected when he felt his life ebbing from his body. Prepared for his rest in the aethereal sea. As such, waking up here was not on the roster... but hey, surprises are the spice of life, are they not? Why not the spice of death then?
He steels himself with a firm nod, patting the little black chocobo chick that had been supplies as his "DTF". It chirps happily at him, and thus, he forges on! To where? Well... that is to be decided! A little wander never hurt anyone.
🦄 Network Post!
[ The camera is a bit lopsided and unfocused. It's clearly still being adjusted, and ends up with an image of a man in plate and chainmail, a rough hole through the abdomen of it, revealing cloth below. ]
Ah! There we are, perfect!
[ It is not. You can really only see up to the bottom of the man's chin, a few locks of silver hair and one bicep. ]
Salutations, my friends. Pray forgive any folly, as I have only just arrived. I admit, this is a far cry from what I expected of the afterlife, though I dare not lodge any complaints! Not yet anyroad.
That said, I find myself struggling with the validity of the claims made upon my arrival. Perhaps someone can corroborate the information I received...
Ah! How rude of me. You may call me Haurchefant. I do appreciate any patience I am afforded as I get my bearings.
[ The camera is lifted as the man steps forward, and there is a brief blurry flash of his face before the feed clicks off. ]
🦄 Wildcard!
[ Want something else? Hit me up, or surprise me! ]
Network Reply: @Themoglobin
Well met, Haurchefant. As a fellow newcomer, I am happy to see myself in what seems to be good-spirited company. I would be most happy to compare notes, as it were- feel free to share what information you've received. I am most curious about this world.
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Claude von Riegan ➵ Fire Emblem
Everything is... a lot. If he weren't a more curious man, it'd be discouraging. While the subject matter of wherever he's ended up is more on the side of familiarity than he'd like, Claude finds himself pouring over his new device--eager to find some semblance of normalcy as he reads whatever DTF will provide to him.
Once free from the Hub, he finds himself set up in the library, various books piled on the table beside the chair the duke has nestled himself in. Anyone who approaches receives a polite smile or a nod, silently looking them over as he decides if it's worth approaching for some 'friendly'
interrogationconversation.➵ Tripping Over Tropes.
Settling in is surprisingly normal.
His room is cramped and less than well-kept, but at least the decorative gift basket from earlier in the month brings some color in. He takes more to walks--enjoying the exploration and finding himself drawn to places he's found. Always the bookworm, the library is of course an easy place to find him. Sitting on the floor with a pile of books around him, nose settled firmly in the middle of a thick volume. Yet as he tucks his hair behind his ear he feels... strange about it.
Like he's not reading just to read, but to be seen reading. Almost as if he's waiting for someone to catch his eye. It feels off, but he can't quite place a finger on it as he gathers the books to make his way back to the shelves only to run right into someone. Naturally, the books scatter across the floor and the archer kneels to pick them up as his hand brushes against another...
It's brought quickly to his chest. Wait. Why does he feel embarrassed? It was just an accident. "Ah--sorry about that. Are you alright?"
(Or any other one--I love dumb tropes. He'll have a smidge of 'shouldn't do this because of afraid to commit/be vulnerable' on top of it all.)
➵ Fruits of Fall.
Wandering the streets is an interesting experience. So many buildings with architecture never seen before... but having easy availability to such rare fruits (even if he doesn't completely understand how) is a treat to find. After looking over the fresh peach by wiping it instinctively with a handkerchief from inside his coat, he can be found wandering while eating it.
It's not the worst place to be dead, he supposes, even if the thought of it all being over back home is more upsetting than pleasant.
[ooc: Open to all the other fruits for other characters in any combination! ]
➵ Wildcard.
Feel free to hit me up via DM or on Plurk @
Library (slightly different trope remix)
As she scans the titles, she accidentally bumps into a poorly-arranged bookshelf. Unnoticed by her, it wobbled unsteadily, moments away from dumping a whole stack of books on her head. If only there was, for example, a ruggedly handsome stranger in range to tackle her out of the way, leaving them in a compromising position when the adrenaline rush calms down.
If only someone like that was nearby.
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tropes~ (this is AM flavor Felix XD)
Wonderful!!
Fruits of Fall (this is 3 hopes dimitri♡)
♡♡ Still taller than Claude lmao
Re: I will forever feel bad for 3 hopes dima growing so much in such a short time.
Wildcard
Stumbles in late with coffee
Re: flops down with some tea
karlach cliffgate | baldur's gate 3
For the first time in awhile, Karlach's head feels clear.
It's a strange feeling, and she furrows her brow and tries to consider. Is it the tadpole? Is it gone? Is it because she's dead, or whatever this place is trying to convince her?
She looks down at her DTF, a worn out looking teddybear that looks almost exactly like the one she had in camp, except it's animated and walking on two legs. Which, honestly, is an upgrade. Cute little buddy! Hopefully not cursed!
"Oi! Anybody around?" she calls out, marching around the welcome hub. "'Cept any devils! Don't need any devils, you can stay home!"
It's probably not Avernus! Maybe!
🔥 II. network | audio
un: KARLACH!!!!!
Hey, so. New to this-- what's it, almost a sending stone or whatever? Anyway!
Bit lost on this whole shit. So, we really dead, that it? I've been to the hells, and while I would consider this my personal hell I don't think that's it? But hey, I'm not an expert at being dead, so maybe you can all clear it up for me, yeah?
Name's Karlach, for the record. Pleasure to meet you all, hopefully!
🔥 III. fruit, fruit. tits, tits.
Definitely not going to regret eating the cursed fruit, not at all. Honestly, she's hungry, she can't be blamed for that. So, she's plucking away at a pomegranate, quietly enjoying it until the menu comes up.
"Wait a tic," she mumbles to herself, squinting at it. The hells is this?
There's a pause, then she touches the menu for genitalia. And then the option is clear:
Penis.
Upon choosing it, she feels a bulge in her tight pants. Brows shoot up, and she unlaces the front just in front of whoever is watching and out free is a decently proportioned dick. At the sight, Karlach lets out a cackle.
"Oh shit! No way!" Grinning, Karlach shoots up the size proportions and--
SPROING. That dick becomes unreasonably huge, the size of her arm, and just flopping out all over the place. At the sheer sight of it, Karlach is still losing her mind, laughing and grabbing it.
"GET A LOAD OF THIS!" she practically howls.
I. Arrival
“No devils, my dear,” he says upon rounding the corner, following the boom of Karlach’s voice. “I’ll do you one better: a vampire.”
Cradled in his arms is a very annoyed looking sphynx cat, though the expression may be more a product of his wrinkled skin than actual ire. Given he’s not squirming away from being carried about like a proper lord and all.
“Seems we’ve both ended up in some new plane,” Astarion goes on, looking nearly as put out as the cat for a moment. This really is inconvenient. “Though which, I’m not certain. I-” he pauses, gaze snapping to the animated teddy bear at Karlach’s side suddenly. After a moment, his brows furrow.
“Hm, that’s definitely cursed.”
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Luzia | OC | OTA
[Luzia feels like shit! She doesn't know whether to be depressed or furious. The prophecy was wrong! Not that it matters, because the whole world's gone! Not that it matters, because she's dead!
After too much time grappling with the oncoming existential crisis, she decided that the thing to do for today was to not deal with it. Upon being given a gift basket, she immediately opens the wine bottle and chugs an inadvisable amount of it in one go. That and one of those peaches she found earlier serve as a nice breakfast, and leave her to wander the streets with a pleasant buzz.
Once the wine's kicking in, she stops on a street corner in the twilight to look through the rest of her gifts. She can tell the general theme easily, but a lot of the specific bits elude her. Normally, she'd just leave it at that, but she's drunk and lonely, so she flags down the nearest total stranger to ask embarrassing questions.]
Hey, uhhhh... I just got here, and someone gave me all these gifts? And, like... I get the idea, more or less, but what's this one for?
[Possible items to be questioned: Condoms, aphrodisiac bath bombs, bondage eye masks, fuzzy handcuffs, personalized stamp card, and a mysterious little vibrating egg-shaped device.
And, with absolutely perfect timing, the peach chooses this strange for Luzia's kink swap...]
-And There Was Only One Bed-
[The intent with this distortion of reality was to leave Luzia and a sexy stranger in the same room, to make do with only one bed.... and technically, it succeeded? But Luzia had too much to drink, so the effect is slightly different.
When you open the door to your bedroom, there seems to be a stranger, in her underwear, snoring loudly in your bed. The question of who gets the promised Just One Bed seems to have already been decided. Will you wake her up, or sleep on the floor? She'll probably wake up on her own eventually, so it won't be a whole night out of bed.]
only one bed.
Seeing someone asleep in the bed he now wants to sink into more than ever makes Raiga groan a little where he stands. He looks from Luzia to the door to Luzia to the door and then at his feet.
The frustration just grows.
He steps closer cautiously, feeling wearier the closer he gets. )
Oi ... Oi, wake up.
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Astarion || Baldur's Gate 3
Astarion would like to think he’s taking all this rather well. Dead? Been there, done that. Transported unwillingly to some unknown plane with the guise of hospitality? It’s old news. Even somewhat strange constructs talking to him with an air of familiarity isn’t that out of the question. The ostentatious sphynx cat he’s been handed and referred to as a ‘DTF’ (he’d tried not to laugh at the ridiculous acronym) is more novel, but not unwelcome.
Well, a new day, a new comedy of errors to navigate. Lovely.
The most unusual bit, Astarion thinks as he heads towards the front of the hub, is that it’s oddly quiet inside his head. No vampire master or mindflayer tadpole to hiss in his ear means his thoughts are delightfully his own for the first time in ages. Marveling in that notion, he steps outside without considering the implications...
“Ow-” he hisses under his breath, a sharp, dry pain against his face like he’s leaned over a roaring fire. It rapidly intensifies, burning, and he yelps. His first instinct is to step back, back into the shade of the building’s entranceway. Looking up, he realizes it’s broad daylight out, the sun blazing overhead... and that he’s no longer safe from it. Again.
“Damn every god,” he snarls. And that’s how anyone walking in or out of the hub will find him and his DTF. Two pale fellows leering at the sun like they could extinguish it with hate alone.
🩸 II. Uninvited guest (arrival, BUT AT NIGHT!)
Waiting out the daylight, Astarion finally has a chance to leave the hub without issue after sunset. It’s fine, he tells himself. The sunlight wasn’t that great anyway... even if it was warm, and bright, and lovely on his skin, and- ugh.
Whatever. He’s free to wander now, and wander he does. There’s a strange disconnect between places here, shifting from architecture he’s never seen before in stunning condition to dilapidated, crumbling ruins. Transitions between living areas and plant growth come in unusual patterns Astarion fails to find reason to. What in the Hells is this place?
By the time he’s fully lost, Astarion is tired and frustrated. It’s late enough that he thinks he needs somewhere to at least stay for the coming dawn. He’s infuriatingly at the mercy of the laws of vampiric existence again, which means he can’t risk being caught in morning light.
It also means when he tries to sneak his way into a building, he’s met with an invisible force that locks up his muscles when he tries. Right... invitation only.
Well, for anyone still awake, coming home, or perceptive enough to notice the noise, there’s a vampire sulking on the doorstep for a minute while he laments returning to these rulesets.
🩸 III. Free space! DM me here or Discord ( hellieace ) for an idea/closed starter.
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It's important to have potential cards up his sleeve, after all.
"Are you alright? You look a little pale."
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Samata Mahto | original | ota
Previously, Samata had been thrown out of the Lobby for shouting at and assaulting other guests. She wasn't a terribly effective fighter, fortunately, so the only long term harm dealt was to her reputation. People will always remember her as the one who threw a temper tantrum when she showed up.
Now, she was sitting under a tree, with a basket that had none-the-less been offered her, and was going through and examining each item carefully, trying to deduce all their purposes. Everything was laid out in a neat grid in front of her on the grass except for the bath bomb, which she was apparently reading the ingredients off of.
The initial surge of despair at learning that all her struggles had been for nothing had given way to righteous anger and a desire to lash out at...at SOMEONE. Now that anger had also cooled off, and Samata was feeling more than a bit embarrassed about her first reaction. Analyzing her thoughtful gift seemed like a good way to distract herself from that.
At least, until someone she took a swing at a few minutes ago (you) approached. Did she give you a black eye? Did you give HER a black eye? Either was, she does sound properly apologetic (if a little sullen) when she sees you and mumbles, "...sorry I got so angry earlier."
-2: Fruits of Fall-
Samata is in some kind of open air cafe in Makmur, playing with her DTF (shaped like a shimmering hummingbird.), and snacking on a bowl of grapes. They were growing everywhere, after all, and she'd always liked grapes. They reminded her of her youth.
She knew that she hadn't made a GREAT first impression, so she was trying a little harder than she might otherwise try to make good impression with people. That's why when she saw she wasn't alone, she held the bowl of grapes up in a friendly offering.
"Want some grapes? They're very good, and I promise not to start shouting at you."
What's the worst that could happen? They're just grapes.
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Better news is that he didn't give her a black eye.
The more embarrassing news is that it's very likely he was the one who picked her up by the scruff of her neck and yanked her right out of whatever nonsense she got involved in, going, "Alright, enough of that."
It'd been a fairly stern sort of tone at the time - a mix between a dog trainer breaking up a fight, and a military sergeant. Right now, however, he seems a little bit relaxed as he comes across her, raising an eyebrow at the spread she has organized. "I mean, it's a surprise most people don't get angry," he says in turn, hands tucked into his jeans pockets as he looks at what she's got going on. "But I suppose that's the shock."
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daan | fear & hunger
In the Welcome Hub, there sits a young man, slightly disheveled looking and terribly lacking in sleep by all appearances. He's staring out the window from where he's seated, hunched over and almost defeated looking, but with his shoe firmly pinning down a creature that's most likely his DTF.
He clicks his tongue and closes his good eye, frowning to himself, lost in thought. An absurd tale, Daan thinks to himself. There has to be more to the story than what he's been presented.
If otherwise...
The cat-like critter under his shoe purrs, and Daan grinds his heel down in irritation.
"It should've been a relief, by all accounts," he mutters to himself tiredly. "Yet, here we are. A real pickle we're in, old boy. So what now?"
🩺 ii. network
text | un: oldfashioned
I'm sure I could spare some crucial questions as to where we are and all that, but really I just have a single important one.
Where's a good place for some drinks?
aymeric de borel | ffxiv | ota
⇻ tripping over tropes.
⇻ fruits of fall.
(cw: gender play)
arrival
It's a pleasant surprise to see Aymeric, of course. Though there's no telling whether or not the man would remember Obsidian, and he would prefer to err on the side of caution to ensure there's no hard feelings.
So he tries to not to be too familiar. Though his eyes trail briefly to the tiny Halone. Internally, Obsidian thinks to himself it's damned cute, but he keeps a more impersonal expression for now.
"Lord Commander," Obsidian says, trying to remember his manners. "If nothing else, at least you're not stuck behind a desk and duties to Ishgard?"
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Mettaton ☆ UNDERTALE
A box-shaped robot stands stationary, dressed to the nines in a sequin-encrusted suit jacket, as he takes the hand of his latest guest. He looks like a goddamned disco ball. There's some kind of swanky music, the sort of low-key jazz you might hear in a hotel lobby, in an elevator, or when you're miserably placed on hold.
"OHHHH YES!! WELCOME IN, BEAUTIFUL!" he cheers, voice booming and synthetic. "TO THE MTT-BRAND VOW OUTLET!! WHERE UNIONS ARE MADE INTO SOMETHING OF DREAMS!! I'M YOUR HOST-SLASH-OFFICIANT, METTATON!! NEVER BEEN IN BEFORE, GORGEOUS? NO PROBLEM!"
Upon the face of the large, ambulatory robot is an arrangement of red pixels in the formation of a heart. "BEFORE WE BEGIN... INTRODUCE YOURSELF, SWEETHEART. AND WHO IS YOUR BLUSHING BETROTHED-TO-BE?"
Have you company? Or are you alone? Don't be shy! Mettaton marries parties of ones, twos, threes, fours... and so on!
At least, that's not his intent. He can, and will, eat a whole bunch of grapes, he is a robot and limits aren't for him. Well, besides the very tangible limitations he faces on the day to day as a synthetic being, unable to truly taste food, or remain awake beyond the limits of his battery... But we're talking about eating grapes, here.
And as far as Mettaton cares, they're his, and the reason your character's here--
"Well, hello there, darling," he greets, all without turning to face his newfound company. Mettaton prostrates himself upon a dining table, posing magnificently with one leg pointed high, the other sprawled out but so perfectly poised, while a picture-perfect bunch of grapes is dangled up and over his lips. "Drawn to my dining dazzlement? Of course. Any good gourmand would gobble up the vista, of Mettaton, with a juicy fruit perched between his lips... You can take a picture. I don't mind. I'll sign it for you!"
The toe of his pink-heeled boot just points higher. He's practically formed an effortless right angle with his legs... Mettaton plucks a grape from his bunch, but doesn't actually eat it, not yet, as he postures upon the table.
...yeah... that's right... a table, like with chairs, intended to be used for a whole ass meal... which is now a buffet of mettaton. oh, sorry... were you using that?
＊ Mettaton doesn't appear to care. Move him by force?
fruits of fall;
At first, he cannot even muster up the words to respond, standing there wide-eyed and open-mouthed, his head faintly tipped with consideration. Why? is his initial thought, even if he's quite certain that would cause offense, the situation taken into account, though it does cross his mind. Instead, he straightens his posture, casts his little white horned snake a glance where she's resting on his shoulder, an eyebrow lifting as her large eyes adjust and focus like a camera lens and click— actually snap a picture of Mettaton in his ridiculous pose.
He shakes his head, raises a hand and gently pushes the DTF back into the collar of his sweater before she gets any other ideas (or Mettaton tries leaving an autograph). “Ah, well, it might be impossible to sign a picture that isn't physically available.” How about they just move on to something else entirely?
“What, uhm, what are you doing with those grapes?” Let's be real here, Mettaton's lucky that Sizhui isn't the type to just. Push him off the table. Because honestly, what is he doing??? And he's once again curious: why?
Dirk Strider | Homestuck Epilogues | OTA but MIND THE FUCKING CW PLEASE
As the denizens of the simulation play with their new reality-altering toys, a lone man sits atop the Hall of Rhetoric. His muscular legs crossed, his normally-too-perfect back hunched, his scarred, calloused hands balled into fists on his knees. His is DTF draped over him like a cape, cottony arms hung lovingly over his bent shoulders.
I should be ecstatic. Euphoric, even. No. More than that. A single solitary word like 'rapturous' should be insufficient to capture my joy. Imagine a simple Elf, hysterical with delight, hopping around the perimeter of some room somewhere with gleeful abandon. Juju-induced paroxysms of sugary delectation have nothing on the tsunami of endorphins that should be crashing down on the fatty, protein-soaked lump floating inside my skull.
If you're alarmed by how absurdly out of proportion the above imagery is, don't be. It's not real. The victory is. But the rest is a concentrated dose of pure hyperbole, crafted with a singular goal. It's there to strike a contrast. The scale of this triumph needs to be established before I can introduce the depths of my dismay. Because we are, yet again, subject to the most onerous of overtly invasive personal subjects invented by sentient beings anywhere. The most tedious discussion to be had in any universe, stripped of the gravitas that renders the excruciating details of its minutiae so endlessly fascinating to the person describing it (while, simultaneously forbidding any dissenting external view), and reduced yet again to an obsession with social signalling and anatomy, a gimmick one can put on and take off with the the touch of a shears, or in this case a slider.
Fucking.
Gender.
I don't care. I don't care, okay? I have never cared. I don't care what anyone's gender is, or why. I don't want to see it, or anyone partaking in this raunchous display, whether it's motivated by raw orgone ambitions or in the pursuit of some idea that they're being 'subversive' or 'transgressive.' It's not my fucking business. Leave me out of it.
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What he is, however, is incorrigibly curious about technology. And the word vagina is like a beacon in the dark on the screen. This is new. Why was this new?
He'd never connect the dots that the pomegranate he'd eaten earlier would do this– why would it? That's stupid.
In either case, he moves the slider unexpected far with a tap of his finger, and as he jumps and checks himself, his Stolas gets a beak full of cigar smoke and flits away.
"Hey!"
It's hopeless, he knows, even as he runs after it. He should have struck it with lightning, maybe, but that makes the problem worse doesn't it?
"Get back here, damn you!"
He stops as the thought strikes him and it just flies away entirely.
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Cid Telamon | OTA | Potential FF16 Spoilers
He almost drops his cigar with the unusual tingling in his pants as parts of his body that were making contact with the cloth are really no longer doing that.
His trousers are too snug to look into without opening them, but he pats his inner thigh like he's checking for keys, surreptitiously checking if his nuts are truly not there anymore.
Oh dear. He turns back to the stolas to change it back- at least for now, that sort of experimentation should be done in his bedroom, he thinks. And perhaps he moves too quickly, perhaps he startles it, because any other reason it bites him and flies away is simply too insulting to deal with right now.
"Hey!" Cid runs after it, but it's gaining too much air too quickly. "Get back here, damn you!"
His run slows to a stop as he watches it fly into the horizon with his penis.
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It is crucial that he keeps an eye on him, to know of his scheming, of his bonds, of his current state of being. Granted, he is not fully aware of the Stolas making off with his precious plums and penis, but it hardly matters for such a state will nary deter Barnabas when he's possessed of the mood to fuck Cid.
In truth, this may yet entice him more.
As Cid finds himself slowing, watching in helpless frustration as the Stolas leaves him, he may hear what sounds to be hoof beats—six of them in fact. If he turns to look, he will see Barnabas Tharmr, King of Waloed, Warden of Ash, riding Sleipnir bareback with a certain halberd in hand as he levels a steely gaze at him. He holds the polearm aloft, aiming its deadly peak at him.
There's a dangerous glint in his eye, one that suggests something he doesn't say: run.
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Elidibus | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA Will Match Style
So you want to spend some time in a romance trope with everyone's favorite Emissary? By all means, feel free to do so! Elidibus can be found in many places around Amani, to set the scene to your heart's great desire. The hub of the city, along the shore of the beaches, within the quiet forest... Wherever is best serves for your purpose is where he might be found. This is fanfiction, after all.
Most tropes will be met with amusement, open-ended kindness, good humor, and a dash of mischief, though there are a few that might have effects other than what may first seem apparent. But that's where the fun lies, isn't it?
On approach, Elidibus will have his mask hanging upon his chest, and have adjusted his height to his mortal size of roughly 5'6" tall. Characters will be met with a warm greeting and a smile - unless they do not approach, and he notices them via other means.
B. Fruits of Fall: Fruit Basket Edition
Near the city, just within the outskirts, Elidibus can be found sitting cross-legged on what appears to be a simple tablecloth. Spread before him are the different fruits comprising the new additions to Amani, a small assortment of each. A delicate touch has him inspecting each, lifting, examining, before placing the fruit down and picking up the next. His other hand runs a thumb over his lips, fingers curled gently under his jaw and chin, clearly in thought.
But there are no properties he can discern, not outwardly. Nor with magical inspection, as his hands flare with the sheen of aether in use. When that light fades, he shakes his head, and sighs softly.
"Mysterious as always, though I had hoped to divine something of use," he speaks to himself, but is always open to conversation.
C. Wildcard
[Feel free to DM me if you'd like anything else, or just surprise me, I'm open to almost anything!]
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A slightly dismissive comment, but Samata wasn’t sure what else to even say about the fruit that had appeared overnight across the land, as if by magic.
Also, she figured if she could get someone else to try a bite, she could record the effects without risking trying it herself.
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Clive Rosfield | FFXVI
He wanted to get out of the damned hub as quickly as possible. Everything they fed him sounded like utter bullshit, but then he could never really presume to know shit about shit of what's really going on.
One minute he was on the ferry with Jill, returning to the hideout, and the next he's waking up here, being told he ought to be "peaceful". No, that can't be the truth of it. Even with the life he lives, it's all too damned far-fetched. Maybe he truly has died, maybe this is some kind of fever dream and really he's finally been run through on an imperial blade. That's not what he remembers though.
Never mind that Torgal appears to be a puppy again, following loyally at his heels as he sets out to find his own answers.
II - Network [Audio] un; CidTheOutlaw
[ The audio is a bit crunchy. It sounds like whoever this is is likely still on the move. ]
Hello? Can anyone hear me?
The name's Cid. I'm looking for- [ There's some muffled shifting that impedes with the recording. ] and some answers. I don't believe what they told me an inch.
If anyone knows what the hell is really going on, I'd be grateful to know.
Thanks.
III - Wildcard!
Surprise me! :)
II: Network; [Video] un; Emissary
Well met, Cid - it is good to know that not all believe what our gaolers claim upon their arrival. I am Elidibus, and if you wish, I may perhaps be able to offer what answers I can.
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I. Arrival - light ff16 spoilies
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i. arrival.
Rose Lalonde | Homestuck
If anyone's coming to Amani to see her, the least she can do is make an appearance or two.
I. Enemies to Lovers (OTA)
Rose feels it in her chest, a red-hot enmity for... someone. She soars over Amani looking for that bastard/bitch. They have to pay for their crimes, one way or another. Admittedly Rose doesn't have her wands back yet--she's working on that--but she's armed with the deadliest weapon of all: Lalondian invective.
Come at her, scrublord.
II. Beauty and the Beast (OTA)
Rose finds herself drawn to some abandoned part of the simulation--a run-down building, perhaps, or a forest grove. Somehow she knows there's a beast nearby, a soul as tortured as they are conventionally-unattractive. If anyone can see the value in such a hideous, brooding creature, it's Rose.
Or maybe the beast is her. She might lack fur and fangs, but there's a monster inside her, make no mistake. Try to redeem her through the power of love, if you dare.
III. Touched by an Angel (OTA)
Rose is a heavenly being of eyes and light, who just so happens to wear the shape of a woman. She's drawn to someone who needs guidance, a change of perspective, a twist of good fortune... and she knows just how to make you feel divine.
Pray, and she will come.
IV. Behind Lavender Eyes (Closed to CR)
A blonde woman sits on a bench in the hub, eyes moving rapidly back and forth. She doesn't remember her name, but she still retains her maddening supernatural insight. She might need some help managing until this wears off. She will definitely feel humiliated once she remembers everything, but that's part of her charm.
II. Beauty and the Beast, bodyswap edition
There are other, less dire things, too. Ardyn's taller and broader than Noctis is, and sturdier. There's no weakness in his knee or back anymore, and he feels so...alert. The Scourge may hurt, but it's more a feeling of embers slowly sizzling away at him than the dull aches and fatigue he's used to. This body's immortality means Noctis' Lucian magic can't really sap his life force the way it usually does - Ardyn's an endless font of regeneration. Between the lack of his usual exhaustion and the restlessness of the Scourge, Noctis feels like he's practically brimming with energy. And the Scourge is trying to direct that energy in very specific ways that Noctis was not prepared for.
Knowing his control isn't even close to Ardyn's, he decides to keep away from people for the time being. Following through on it really drives home what he already knew - that Ardyn has been indescribably lonely for a very long time. It all ends up bringing him to a place he never really wanted to visit again, the place Ardyn lived in for a time when he first arrived. The abandoned ballroom.
Mirrors line every wall here, and Noctis finds himself standing before one of them and frowning into it. Ardyn's familiar amber eyes, but without his particular spark of overwhelming passion and playful mischief, sly confidence and boundless love. Knowing now exactly what Ardyn lives with day in and day out - has lived with for two thousand years - makes Noctis more frustrated than ever that the only way he can end Ardyn's suffering is to end him. The only way he knows of, at least, and the gods in all their infinite wisdom sure aren't bothering to share any others if they exist.
Amani gave the two of them the lives they could never have back home, but those lives didn't come with respite. Destiny's still got their balls in its vice grip and it's still slowly squeezing. Ardyn already did his time! He served out his sentence and met his appointed end, so why does he still have to live like this?
The frustration and the thoughts it spawns churn inside Noctis in a way he's not used to, feeding on themselves until it's hard to think about anything else. If he's meant to be the Savior King, why can't he save Ardyn? Because the gods picked Ardyn to be their scapegoat? And all of Noctis' power comes from the divine...no, Bahamut would never allow a loophole that might let Noctis purge the corruption without destroying its vessel.
Glaring into the mirror now, Noctis begins to strip off Ardyn's clothes. Scarf, jacket, shirt, everything down to the waist until he's exposed the scars of his lover's imprisonment. Noctis has seen them many times by now, even touched them, but to feel them like this makes Ardyn's dark history seem so much more real. Noctis looks down at his hands, turns them over and clenches them into fists to bring the scars into sharper relief against the skin of his arms. It's horrific, what Somnus did to his own brother, and unspeakably cruel.
And all this time, Noctis has been an unwitting reminder of it all to Ardyn, just by existing.
His glare becomes a snarl as he lifts one of those fists and drives it into the mirror as hard as he can with a growl - and Ardyn's body has so much more raw strength in it than Noctis' own. The glass shatters into countless tiny shards that rain down out of the frame to litter the floor.
It doesn't occur to him to think the sound may attract someone's notice.
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Wriothesley || Genshin Impact (Spoilers)
Death, the final judgement Wriothesley had been craving. It was the only way he could really absolve himself of his crimes. At least he had thought death would be the end of it. How often had he thought of just dipping a toe in the primordial sea just to check?
This world was no primordial sea but the odd surroundings he woke up in didn't surprise him to much. So he was in a new world with new laws and everything he knew was possibly gone. Some may think this was a time to remake themselves, to celebrate a win from the confines of their world but for Wriothesley it was not so. Now there was no one but himself to judge his actions. He was never easy on himself but that didn't mean he wouldn't go exploring to see all this world had to offer. With his little floating sea angel DTF beside him that reminded him if Sigewinne, very odd. Even more odd was it talking and saying it's name was Sige.
Once outside the room he woke up in, he gazed around and went to reach for his cuffs to twirl idly but noticed they weren't in their usual spot. None of his items were. "Fuck" He cursed under his breath. Well it looked like going through the trash for pieces was back on the itinerary until he could gain enough stamps with whatever these 'peaceful interactions' were.
This is why those visiting the hub can see a fur coated man looking at some of the trash by the apartments, a few metal scraps already in his hands.
~*Rosie's Records*~ (A meet cute?)
[After some exploring around the area and a few good trinkets in his pockets for later, Wriothesley is going to look for a place to get tea. He finds the record shop first, the scent of coffee hitting him from around the corner.]
Black tea, dash of cream and two sugar cubes.
[He orders a tea as soon as he get's in , not really bothering to listen to any of the music once he spots the cafe. It's not as nice as some of the ones in Fontaine but it will do. At least it smells good. He waits for his order and when he reaches for it another's hand is there.]
Hey, that's mine.
[Boy, that grip is kind of intense for a cup of tea.]
*~Network~* [video] UN; TheDuke
[A video message opens to a very fluffy coated man holding a few red poppy flowers in his hand.] Can someone tell me what these brown flowers are called? I don't think I've seen them before. [Are there bags under his eyes? Oh you bet. Someone is getting a little sleepy.]
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Surprise Me
video. @wild.flower
Oh, honey. ]
Those are poppies, [ she offers. ] And they're actually, uh, a little special here. The deity of sleep, Hypnos, planted them and so they make people who spend too much time around them tired.
Re: video. @wild.flower
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Ardyn Izunia | Final Fantasy XV
Objectively-speaking, Ardyn Izunia is probably the most untrustworthy-seeming man imaginable. But he's changed! Some! He's hardly killed anyone since arriving in Amani months, and after a rocky couple of months, he's ready to get back to what he does best: enticing people with poor survival-instincts into making bad decisions. Fortunately for him, that's some people's type.
Except some unusual circumstances are occuring. Perhaps you're trapped in an elevator with him--lucky you! Maybe you need a fake relationship for some reason. Perhaps you've sworn off love, or forbidden to love, and you need a greasy, avuncular fellow to sweep you off your feet. You might even be a damsel/dude in distress, who can't afford to be picky about the nature of your hero. That's okay, Ardyn isn't picky either. He's just here to have a good bad time.
II. Mistaken Identity (open to current Amani members)
Rosie's in a good mood today. She's serving drinks, flirting up a storm, showing off some cleavage, and doing her level best to convince you she's actually Rosie. Whoops.
Ardyn's inhabiting Rosie's body, and he's gotten her permission to do what he likes. And for some reason he's chosen to see how many people he can fool with his Rosie impression while in her Rosie body. He doesn't plan to make Rosie's life too complicated, but he might be surprised to learn just how complicated things already are.
III. Wildcard
How can Ardyn complicate your life today?
I. Stuck in a Studio (elevator?!)
It all left him pretty stunned. About how much fun he had, about being intimate with Ardyn in any capacity, working with him in their shared interest to please Noctis. Then there's the video game hangout they had too. Just what are they? Prompto is loathe to consider them anything more than two guys shoved in a get-along shirt for the sake of their shared boyfriend, but...He guesses they aren't enemies anymore.
Prompto sighs, pacing about the lobby of the Quicksilver, waiting. He'd just hit send on a messsge to the sinister hobo in question.
Making good on the deal we made. Got a minute to come by the studio? Bring a camera.
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A "Bunch" Of Fools (closed to Noctis and Rosie)
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mistaken identity.
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tropes + bodyswap!
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Jacob "Jay" Beckett || Original Character ||OTA
Waking up in darkness isn't a new experience for Jay. He's been waking up in the dark for a few years now. What really hits him is the smells. There is greenery, he can smell the soft scent of trees and grass but they seem distant, as if far off in another place entirely. The place he's in smells sterile, way too sterile and has him sitting against something sturdy, a wall and staying there for awhile.
The peacekeeper speaks to him and explains everything but none of this really makes sense. He's dead and so is his world yet he's alive here? If that was the case why can't he see anything again? There are many questions swirling around his head but the biggest one is why him of all people. Out of everyone he's met in his world, which are not too many in the grand scheme of things, why him?
"Yer much more special than ay know, Jay."A voice calls to him, feminine in tone and one he feels like he should know but doesn't. What's odd is he doesn't smell anything.
"Reach out yer hand." The voice speaks again and against his better judgement he does, feeling soft fur. He's careful to touch with his clawed fingers but his hand does trail down to the base of the animal, feeling a soft long tail. It's a cat, he'd recognize that shape even without his vision.
"Who are you?" He asks, his own voice much softer than his large appearance would suggest.
"Jus' a pretty kitty" The dtf answers as it jumps onto Jay's shoulders and finds a spot there."Name's Abbie, yer DTF. Think of me as yer eyes."The voice was closer and with the little bit of weight on his shoulders, Jay reached up to pat the direction the voice was coming from, it's soft head.
"So, Jus' get yer lil booty up and lets explore!"
It took a few minutes but the two easily found a synergy to leave the room, Abbie being a whisper of direction into Jay's ear as they headed to the main hub. Sounds and smells assaulted Jay as soon as they passed into that area and he had to hold his nose. "What sort of world is this?"
"Different than ours, much more modern. Tons of cuties!" Abbie sounded way too excited for this. Jay just sighed and hunched more as he walked, following Abbie's lead towards food. He tried to make himself small but his bigger stature and height only made him look more noticeable than not. It didn't help that his clothes looked worse for wear as well. They were clearly holding on with the last strength of their threads. His pants and shirts both much more dated to a time long gone were torn at the edges but not dirty, just torn from overuse. his black hair was shaggy against his scar riddled skin. A particular scar across his eyes causing them to appear white in color.
"Oh! I see someone now, wan' ta say hey, big boy?" Before Jay could even comment she was jumping off his shoulders and heading to the closest person she could see, a black dtf of a cat rubbing up against their legs.
"Abbie!" Jay followed the sound of her paws until he stopped at a scent he didn't know. "Excuse me....may I have my cat back please?"
The Library
[Despite not being able to see the books, once Jay did manage to get some food in him, he headed to the library. Abbie helped him find a spot alone in the corner to sit in. It was a little comedic how he almost was too big for the chairs there and instead settled to lounge on one of the couches which were also almost too small but if he curled up he could lay on them.
It was here he had the familiar scent of old pages worn from being read and loved soothe him enough to close his eyes. Abbie had read him one of the very few less scandalous books before curling up on his broad chest and joining him in a rest. It's there that a bit of snoring in the library could be heard by any close by...]
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Something random, feel free to message me for more into <3
the library;
however, he cannot recall a time where he'd actually fallen asleep while hanging out at the library.
it's not too surprising and he's even a little amused as he follows the sound of snoring until he comes across jay snoozing away. a wider smile overtakes his features, he lifts a hand to cover it, gathering himself properly before approaching, his shuffling footsteps so quiet, he might as well not be moving at all. ordinarily, he would say something to rouse the sleeping man, but at the sight of a cat, sizhui can't resist outstretching a hand toward it in an attempt to pet the creature.]
Re: the library;
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Dion Lesage | Final Fantasy XVI
II. Body Swap! (mild ff16 spoilers cw: body horror?? Just to be safe)
I. tropes time!
When the rain begins, he puts the top up and turns the wipers on as fast as they'll go, but even then the visibility is shit. Still, it's not like there's anyone else on the road, so as long as he can keep from swerving off the road altogether, it's fine.
That guy, however, does not look fine. Noctis doesn't recognize him at first, mostly seeing just a person-shaped blob with blond hair as he pulls up beside the unfortunate dude. He rolls the window down a bit.
"Hey, you look like you could use a ride. You can--wait, Dion?" He pushes the button that opens the passenger side door. "Get in, quick! Between the dishwasher and now this, I'm starting to think you should stay away from water altogether." He grins, but not without sympathy.
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gav | ffxvi | ota (spoilers likely!)
☙ basket of peace + tripping over tropes.
☙ network. (video)
video | @fishfearme
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Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV
1. Bodyswap: Ardyn Edition
Noctis finds that residing in Ardyn's body for a while has its pros and cons. Pros: Noctis gets to be taller and broader and stronger than usual. He no longer has to deal with chronic back pain or a slight limp or fatigue or constant drowsiness. His stamina and pain tolerance are off the charts, he regenerates like a fiend, and...honestly, Ardyn just has a really sexy body, unlike Noctis' skinny ass. (In his opinion, anyway; but then, he's been comparing himself to Gladio his whole life, so his standards are skewed.)
Cons: the godsdamned Scourge. Maybe there are others, but they all pale so much in comparison that he probably hasn't even noticed them. It's a constant struggle against all his worst impulses and darkest emotions. Every little peeve or doubt or impatient moment is an opening for all that darkness to clamor for him to act on it - clamor for release. If he's not careful, it will drive him to destruction and hatred and domination. To make things burn and bleed and fall apart. And unlike Ardyn, Noctis hasn't had two thousand years to get used to it, or to learn to laugh in the face of horrors.
Anyone who finds him restlessly wandering the simulation, deliberately isolating himself, or - eventually - turning to Ardyn's usual tactic of trying to drink his way to temporary peace may notice something off about 'Ardyn,' or may simply approach to talk to him. Or possibly do more than talk. Does anyone dare to risk putting Noctis' self-control to the test?
2. Bodyswap: Rosie Edition
If residing in Ardyn's body was weird, this is even weirder. For one thing, he's...a girl. So there's that. For another, he's some kind of wolfish yokai, and he either can't or won't put up the glamour that makes Rosie look human. For a third...listen, he knows Rosie's insatiable, okay, but he always thought that was more of a mental or emotional thing? Turns out, it's at least partially a physical thing. Rosie is apparently just low-key horny all the time. And unlike either his own or Ardyn's body, Rosie has no chronic pain of any kind. Her body is strong and flexible and athletic and...well, hot.
He's not about to try to impersonate Rosie; he knows he'd do a terrible job even if he wanted to, which he really doesn't. So anyone who knows Rosie - and who doesn't? - may find her unusually awkward, recalcitrant, or serious today. Or complaining about her boobs.
3. Wildcard
[Mostly this is for bodyswap or other fruit shenanigans with Noctis and other characters, but if you want to do something with tropes let me know! I'm not really interested in the blackberries. Open to poms and peaches if you have an idea.]
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As it so happens, Barnabas approaches "Rosie" while she's out around Makmur, whatever she might be up to isn't his concern, nor why she's complaining about her breasts. It, at least, gives him momentary pause as he slows his hip-swaying gait once he's within close enough range of her. He levels that unfeeling and cold stare at her, as he's done every time they're in each others vicinity.
"They have nary proven an issue before." His drawls out as he glances at her breasts with the faintest hint of curiosity in his dark eyes, before his gaze returns to her face.
"It matters not, come." He commands, gesturing for Rosie to approach him. What for? Well, that's for Noct to find out!
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Shirayuki | Arknights
Tail tropes
But it can't be helped and, fortunately, it's not much of a problem in a place like this. That's what she thinks until she passes by someone, and there's a sudden blur of movement, her bag smacked out of her hand.
"Ah- " She steps back automatically, surprised, before her forehead furrows along with her frown. "Excuse me?" But then a part of her mind realizes something. Realizes that it was a tail that smacked into her groceries. Lavinia's own ears and tail twitch, interesting undeniable, as she looks up and finds a familiar sight that's been lacking for her for a good few months.
Subconsciously, she leans forward. "Wait - are you from Terra?"
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Joshua Rosfield | FFXVI
Some people arrive in Amani to a quick once-over by the infirmary staff and get sent on their way soon enough. Others arrive in poorer conditions and must stay there for a time until their simulated bodies stabilize. This man is definitely in the latter camp. Anyone who happens upon him there will have front row seats to his quiet but firm attempts to leave despite the staff's adamant insistence that he isn't well and he must stay in bed for at least a day or two.
To be fair, looking at him, he doesn't look well. Maybe the staff are on to something?
II. Exploring with a Digital Friend
In some cultures, it's said that a single feather from a firebird can perform miracles. So anyone who happens to see a falcon-sized firebird flitting around Makmur may have a mind to follow it, or perhaps try to talk to it. If so, it performs no miracles for them, but does lead them to its master - a slim, pretty man with bright red hair wandering the hub and taking in all the sights and sounds.
The most likely place to find him is the library, where he will gladly spend hours reading about other worlds and will absolutely attempt to read that large book that records everything that happens in Amani...sadly, he needs permission to read anything about anyone else, but perhaps someone will be kind enough to give it to him?
He can also be found at the training grounds, practicing his swordplay and testing the limits of what his powers can and can't do in this place. Ill-advised? Probably, but that's never stopped him before.
Or find him at any of the shops or restaurants, such as the bakery, Rosie's Records, or the joint pawn shop and potions shop. Or anywhere else! He's curious about Amani - and, of course, a man's got to eat.
III. Tripping over Tropes
Joshua is already prone to waxing poetic and bringing a little more romance into things than is necessarily appropriate for the situation. Add in a classic trope or two, and the fanfic practically writes itself.
He might need rescuing as a dude in distress, or might drop in to rescue someone else. Maybe it's a case of mistaken identity somehow, or someone needs to fake a relationship with a very pretty man. Or perhaps there's only one bed, but don't worry - he's very good at warming people up when it's chilly. He's also a healer, so if anyone is injured, he will gladly take care of them.
IV. Wildcard!
[I'm on discord for plotting or if you'd rather just write a starter and throw it at me, I'll probably roll with it!]
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Dion has taken to working with Angeal at the bakery, most often is he doing deliveries, but recently he has taken to learning the craft itself. Normally a studious sort, dedicated to earnestly learning and applying himself as is required or expected of him, especially when he seeks not to be a burden unto others. He cannot handle leaving debts unpaid, as it were.
However, since the appearance of Odin and then Ifrit, he's taken to the habit of trying to feel for other Dominants, should they appear unexpectedly. Which is why when he feels what seems to be the Phoenix, he stops what he's doing, apologizes without further explanation, and hurries out the door.
Is it truly him? He does not know, but by Greagor part of him longs to see his friend again. He doesn't know for certain that he is in the infirmary, but seeing as that was where he had first arrived, it's where his instincts bring him—just in time to see him trying to leave but being denied.
Dion slows to a stop some few feet from him as he looks on at Joshua with eyes of unguarded affection and relief. He stands there, tall as he's ever been trained to posture, wearing his royal whites with a pink apron over the front of them, absolutely covered in flour. He left so quickly he hadn't thought to remove it, nor less considered the state he's in.
"By Greagor's grace, it's true. You are come." His voice is quieter than he means for it to be, the effect of his emotions pulling at him in this moment. It hasn't fully settled into his mind yet how this...might not be a good thing, all things considered. For now he will simply bask in the joy of Joshua's presence, like a warming hearth on a long, cold night.
FFXVI spoilers ahoy
ye have been warned
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Childe | Genshin Impact
TRIPPING OVER TROPES
WILDCARD
baskets of peace!
"I mean, kind of," she offers. It very much sounds like she knows from experience. "It's more like someone thought really hard about what a strawberry tastes like and put that into a lube. It's not bad but, yeah, I prefer someone's natural taste."
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Baskets!
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OTA: Rose's Birthday Slumber Party
This is intended as a mini-event for characters to have threads with each other, not just Rose herself! Feel free to put up your own starters in the replies. And of course if you do want to thread with Rose, let me know in the tag or hit me up on Discord (username dexdavican).
🎉PARTY ACTIVITIES🎉
Rose has laid out a detailed schedule, which may be safely ignored if things get too rowdy/horny. In addition to the usual unhealthy snacks and sugary drinks (BYOB, BTW), she's planned a few specific activities to help attendees "bond." Examples include Pillow Fights, Makeovers, Bad Movies (which veer more pornographic thanks to Amani's influence), Twister, Spin the Bottle, and Seven Minutes In Heaven.
There's also an alchemiter in the corner if you want to try combining two objects (or living creatures) into some weird hybrid. Overuse of this device will result in glitchy garbage--don't say Rose didn't warn you.
⛔PANTY RAID⛔
Rose is hardly one to ignore tradition, but she doesn't need to make it easy. If some scurrilous fellow wishes to try his luck raiding this party, he'll likely encounter Noctis on Guard. And if he somehow gets past this admittedly-sleepy guard, he might end up Captured and Humliated by wrathful partygoers. Tied up? Made up? Tortured with sex toys? The sexy sky is the limit.
🥒FREE SAMPLES🥒
Remember how this party's taking place in a sex toy shop? Well the shelves have all been pushed aside but a wide variety of vibes, dildos, clamps, collars, and other toys have been prepared for people to try out. Rose herself has a Red Leash of Fate she can tug from anywhere in Amani, and she's been looking for a good pet or two to try the collar on for size. It would look quite striking on you.
🕯️WILDCARD🕯️
It's a party! All kinds of unexpected things may happen. Rose isn't the boss of you, unless you'd like her to be.
Prompts for the Birthday Girl
"Spin the Bottle" is a fascinating game for Rose. A ritualized form of experimentation, a quick and clean way to see who's compatible and who isn't, with the added pressure of an audience. Randomness in service to social sorting and self-discovery, the thrill of the unknown. Rose likes an audience, for the record. (NOTE: Observers should feel free to tag into any of Rose's "Spin the Bottle" threads for a quick voyeurism stamp.)
"Seven Minutes in Heaven" is interesting for similar reasons, but it's inherently more mysterious. Intimate. How far can a relationship develop in seven minutes? How much lust or antipathy (or both) can build in the dark, with hidden bodies and quiet words? Pick a name out of a hat and seal all developments in a closet. Rose enjoys secrets, for the record.
As the birthday girl, Rose is rightfully first in line for each game, but she might take a few extra turns...
FREE SAMPLES
Rose has set out quite a spread of toys to play with. She's glad to showcase any to those who aren't familiar. She's also set a studded red collar on the toy with a printed label next to it: Wear me to be the birthday girl's pet.
If someone puts the collar on, she'll know, since she has a matching red string tied around her index finger...
PANTY RAID
Rose wouldn't have spent so much time hyping up panty raids if she didn't want one to happen. She doesn't want to be mean to her invitees, but there's no better bonding activity than bullying a member of the outgroup together. And secretly, Rose has a vindictive streak she'd really like to exercise.
She has silken ropes, handcuffs, and a variety of toys and makeup to use on an ill-fated raider. Surely the birthday girl deserves to humiliate a presumptuous boy or two? (Again, voyeuristic tags are welcome.)
WILD CARD
Want to do some makeup? Talk about a weirdly-pornographic movie? Have a pillow-fight? Have a snack and a chat while debauchery happens in the background? Rose will do her utmost to be an excellent host.
Wild Card- Makeup and Chill
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A Plain Doll | Bloodborne (Open and Closed)
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rosie-dear | original | ota & closed prompts
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let's party! makeover time~ ...sort of
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mission impossible lksdfjg
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Not-Panty Not-Raid
Terezi: Arrive.
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wildcards at you
Savli | OTA
Spin the Bottle (maybe leading into other prompts as the party goes on)
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Bad Film Time!
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sex toy time~
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Terezi Pyrope | Homestuck - OTA
PARTY GAMES!
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Tame the Feral Pet: Setup.
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G'rhyf Kett | FFXIV (OTA)
M4K3OV3R!
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Lycion | Dungeon Meshi / Delicious In Dungeon
ii. Network ( and action! )
(( Voice testing here! These threads are not intended for RP canon, but let me know if you want to make plans to incorporate them! ))
Sour grapes (Closed to Laios!)
[ Look. He's fine. Laios is fine. But Lycion really, really does not want to discuss monsters with him, especially not after the whole giant chimera thing. He's not going to insult or embarrass the man when he's obviously passionate about it, but he's dropping plenty of hints here to that effect and so far Laios hasn't caught any of them. ]
[ Oh well. At least he's got snacks? ]
Mmhmm... [ He hums over another grape, having of course completely tuned out the last thing he said. ] Mm. You should really try these. They're pretty good.
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