uhmani | TDM #13

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):

Have some kinky fun! Enjoy yourselves! Don't be afraid to ask your fellow inhabitants either about the contents of the basket if you aren't sure. This is what being peaceful should be all about.

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.

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...

Pomegrante

malleable

new sliding scales

Blackberries

personality flip on its head

Peaches

swap kinks

Grapes

shared experience

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.

Sexy Stamp Card

Issued by: The Peacekeeper

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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

★ *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

F.A.Q. ★ RULES ★ CHARACTER CLAIM ★ LOCATIONS ★ MAIN NAVIGATION

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh, fuck you, Barney."

Cid grunts as his hand is stepped on and hisses as it's released.

"Don't you dare act like I'm the weird one here while you're hunting me down like this."

At those words, a chill goes up his spine. He actually reddens in the face and seems bashful, protective about it.

"Why should I, if you aren't going to kill me?"

Edited 2023-09-24 23:09 (UTC)

The bashfulness is curious, and he stares down at Cidolfus silent and fascinated for a few, weighty moments. Then he moves to stand between Cid's splayed legs, stomping on Cid's thigh with one foot to hold his legs still and open. Really pinning him there as he proceeds in taking that blade and bringing it closer to Cid's crotch. With impressive and alarming precision he cuts the front of it, just enough for the strain of his spread legs to pull the newly cut hole agape—only for Barnabas' eyes to widen with what could pass as surprise for what he sees.

Cid has a cunt.

Wordlessly he dissipates the halberd, removes his foot from his leg, and bends down to grab Cidolfus by the front of his leathers. Hoisting him to his feet, only to spin him around and press him roughly to the tree which so graciously caught him before.

Barnabas presses himself firm against the back of Cid, his breath hot on his neck. If the feral press of Barnabas' cock against Cid through the fabric of the other man's pants wasn't telling, it would seem he liked what he saw.

Oh, and that he didn't share Cid's hairbrained affliction.

Edited 2023-09-25 04:52 (UTC)

Cid bites back a noise of pain as he fucking stomps his thigh. He winces as Barnabas slits the fabric revealing yet another slit.

Cid's cunt is well-enough trimmed to shamefully reveal light catching the trickling bead of his own arousal. Surely Barnabas' eyes are keen enough to see it.

Cid grits his teeth as Barnabas hauls him up and surprise, surprise, turns him around.

"Oh come on. That's no way to treat a lady."

Cid takes a sharp inhale as Barnabas presses his hard prick against his backside.

Edited 2023-09-25 04:59 (UTC)

That gets a sound that one might name a chuckle from Barnabas. It's low and quiet, but there's the ghost of amusement in it. However, it does little to pause his grinding, or how he leans forward to puff a hot breath against the shell of Cid's ear. His hands travel down Cid's body, gripping his hips as he presses against him with almost animalistic intensity. His fabric wrapped dick pressing between Cid's thighs and rubbing against the wet lips of his slit.

It only takes a few heated moments of this before Barnabas pulls back, he kicks Cid's feet with one of his so he spreads his legs more. He keeps a hand on Cid's back, then the other presses on Cid's lower back and hips to make him tilt his hips towards him more, then it moves to between his thighs from behind. His fingers deftly intruding between the folds of Cid's labia as he takes measure of his new obtained genitals himself.

Silently he watches as he does this, unblinking in his focus as his fingers rub and probe at Cid. Eventually capturing his clit between two of them as he gives it a gentle squeeze, watching for his reaction.

Edited 2023-09-25 05:14 (UTC)

Cid curses at him as his legs are kicked out and his body positioned. He takes hold of the tree for dear life so he doesn't fall again, though this time would be more embarrassing.

Cid is shamefully wet and open. He bites the inside of his cheek as Barnabas captures his clit between fingers to keep himself from making noise, though the full body jolt gives him away instantly.

"Hey! That's sensitive!" he chides, swatting at his hand. Cid burns. He didn't even touch it that hard. This was going to be a trial in humiliation, he knew.

"You fucking animal."

"Animal? Shall I show you how animal I can be, Cidolfus?"

That is absolutely a threat, but after he levels it, he removes the hand that holds Cid by his back. The one rubbing his clit stays there, however, and he doesn't relent, even as Barnabas kneels behind Cid to really get a view of him. The view would drive a man wild... any man that wasn't in Barnabas' present emotional situation, at least.

All the same it inspires something within him, small and minute though it is, it's there. It's also why he eventually removes his hand, placing it and the other on Cid's ass as he keeps those hips tilted so that he can press his mouth to Cid's dripping sex. Lips and tongue working against the sensitive and slick flesh as he takes in the raw scent and taste of him.

There's a rumble that releases from him, deep within his chest. He almost sounds satisfied.

Edited 2023-09-25 05:31 (UTC)

"I think you're going to show me, no matter what I say," he says gruffly.

Cid presses a hand against the tree, steadying himself against the knee trembling and utterly alien feeling of Barnabas' entire mouth and hand against him, against parts he wasn't one-hundred percent sure he could even name.

He reaches back with his free hand and grabs a handful of Barnabas' hair, but not hard enough to stop him. As if he could.

"What's gotten into you?"

The question is not answered with words, but it is answered with Barnabas' mouth all the same. His tongue slips forth between his and Cid's lips to press into his entrance, tight and wanting as it is. He flexes his tongue to give it some girth as it dives in with an uncharacteristic eagerness. He thrusts the muscle into him, nearly lapping up his arousal as his breath is hot against his wetness.

Drawing back, he gives Cid's labia a dedicated suck on one side, before settling back on his own legs, looking at the sloppy mess of Cidolfus' cunt before him. Barnabas rubs at himself with one hand, the other returning to Cidolfus' slit to spread it with his fingers, slicking a finger with the mix of fluids, before pushing it inside.

Edited 2023-09-25 06:05 (UTC)

At Cid's age, he had come to think and reasonably believe that he had felt everything he was going to feel regarding his genitals. Well, now, ol' Barney was back there sticking his tongue into god knows where and sucking on god knows what. And much to Cid's chagrin, it feels incredible. His legs begin to really quiver as Barnabas puts that finger inside and he realizes he's feeling two separate points of pleasure- aside from all the other ones he's touched to get here.

He'd have to remember that when he wasn't in danger of losing control of his legs. He tries to stand up a little straighter to reduce the strain of the posture, though his thighs instinctively press together.

"Oh fuck, Barney." Why did it have to feel so good? He tries and fails to get ahold of himself. He cannot help but think about how good it will feel when Barnabas inevitably sticks his cock in there.

"C'mon, I'm getting tired of standing like this. I think I cracked a rib when I hit the tree."

There's the distinct sound of Barnabas one-handed unbuckling his belt as he continues to finger Cid rather mercilessly. Less because of any brutality in his technique, but more because he ignores his pleas. For now, at least. As he pulls his own dick out and gives it a pump, he considers how he wants to take him.

Then he pauses his hand before curling that finger some to stroke his insides as he withdraws it. Coated as it is with Cidolfus' juices, he rubs his own cock with it as he looks at Cid with half-lidded eyes.

"If you so desire a different position, then present yourself to me. Show me how you wish to be ruined." There's a particular rumble to that last word, dripping with lust—at least as close to it as is possible for Barnabas.

Edited 2023-09-25 06:44 (UTC)

Cid finds himself in another really unfortunate think-fast situation and really doesn't feel any less hunted than he did ten minutes ago. Should he look at him, while he fucks him in his brand new cunt? Or just sink to his knees and take it? His legs still tremble. The way Barnabas spoke to him made it hard to think sometimes. There wasn't much choice to be had.

He may as well be dead, then, he jokes to himself. He was the captured prey, after all.

He honestly thinks he needs to catch his breath, and he only has any hope of doing that on his back. He sinks to his knees and turns at the same time, ending up on his rump with his knees spread. He looks down at himself and can barely believe it's his, still.

Hell, he'd have a go at it too, maybe. It didn't look half bad. Though he would have asked a bit nicer than Barney did, roles reversed. Somewhere closer to shyly asking for his hand than human blood sport.

Well. If he had no choice, he'd at least take it with dignity or pride. Or failing that, an invitation. It's not like he didn't want it. He pulls the torn bit of clothing open further as he finally looks at Barnabas and everything about him in this moment.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Edited 2023-09-25 07:01 (UTC)

Cid will be bequeathed the sight of Barnabas' expression looking as close to enamored as he's the ability to. It's still muted, still mostly stoic and to anyone who lacked the two decades of experience Cid had with him, he might as well be dead-eyeing him. But there's something resembling desire behind his otherwise cold eyes, and the half-lidded way he regards him only sells it more.

Not to mention the way he's stroking his own cock. They're slow, earnest pumps, nothing rushed, simply enjoyed as he takes in the sight of Cid. That state of him.

At his, lets call it, invitation does Barnabas shift from his position sitting on his legs. Positioning himself above Cid, he presses the head of his cock—flushed with arousal—to hid entrance. Yet, he doesn't press in. Instead, he rubs his cock against him, between his labia and against his clit, teasing him with a few nudges at his entrance here and there... but he doesn't put it in.

All the while, he's watching Cid's expression, how his body reacts, and if he'll beg for his cock.

Cid braces himself for Barnabas to simply thrust inside, as he is wont and would be welcome to do right now. But as he looks up at him, at that absolutely, disgustingly loving look. At Barnabas’ self-indulging touches, it makes Cid burn from cheek to groin, despite himself. He stares at his foreskin rolling over the crest of the head, the sheer eroticism of the movement. When was the last time he saw any of that? Ages ago, if memory even serves.

If he hasn’t made it up.

The nudging, teasing make Cid’s throat tighten.

He had thought before that maybe he was acting strangely, yet pushed it aside as one of Barnabas’ many quirks. But this. This. His head swims as he hooks an ankle around behind his hips to spur him on.

His voice dips, and he chokes on his words before he manages, “Barney…” Like a mixture of warning and plea, it tumbles from him. He continues to hold the leather of his pants open taut until it begins to rip and warp under his strengthened grip.

That leg and the way he says his name does encourage him, and like a stallion takes to spurs, he presses forward. His engorged cock solidly pushes in, stretching him around the large head of his equally girthy dick. Barnabas lets out a breath as he takes in the warmth and wetness of Cid's tight cunt, the sensation of him stretching and molding around him is something utterly divine.

Honestly, it makes him feel something primal. After all, there is one thing that the Akashic were made to do, and that was breed. Which is why he ends up snapping his hips forward, sinking into Cidolfus' depths, a low groan escaping him as he feels his insides spasm around his erection.

Adjusting his hands, he places them on Cid's hips as he leans close, bringing their faces close together. He doesn't kiss him, no, but rather lets their cheeks brush along each others as his mouth draws near to Cid's ear. His breath is hot, and he huffs it against the shell of his ear as he begins to move his hips, that grip on Cid's almost punishing in how rough it is.

"Cidolfus, you are so exquisitely tight. Open yourself to me."

At this point, he's beginning to work into a rhythm with his thrusts, not quite quick, but he keeps himself deep within him. Only pulling, at most, halfway out before pushing back into him fully with quick bucks of his hips.

Cid is so fully at his mercy now. His head falls back and his body arches as soon as that thick cock penetrates him, sliding easily with all of the slick that Cid has been dutifully making. He makes as close to a yelp as his vocal cords allow as Barnabas sinks all the way into him as his mind goes pleasantly blank with pleasure.

Its almost overstimulating.

"Well, you're in me, aren't you? What more do you want?" Cid says through panting breaths, arms looping about Barnabas' muscular neck and back.

"Your womb." He corrects, his hips continuing that rhythm, his cock slipping into him, nudging against the tight, slick passage. It's clear he expects some sort of reaction to that, which is why he adjusts his face to align with Cid's own to capture his mouth with his, his tongue invading his mouth regardless of what attempted protest he might make.

So thoroughly domineering is he in both kissing him and fucking him, he is more or less aiming to fuck him into submission here. His thrusts growing in power as he lets out an arousal groan against Cid's lips as he continues.

"My w-" Cid is cut off by the mouth on his. Cid thrashes beneath him, delivering a few solid blows to his ribs with his fist.

He loses energy for this quickly without enough air and with his injuries besides. But god does Barnabas feel good inside him. Cid's eyes roll back as he makes the snap decision to bite Barnabas- Whatever he ends up with in his mouth- his tongue, his lip, whatever, demanding Barnabas to explain himself.

The punches to his ribs certainly inspire some huffs of air from him, but not much else besides, so focused is he on ravishing Cid like a man starved. Like a beast untamed and indomitable in its lust. However, when Cid bites his lip, he pulls back, breaking the kiss while pulling free of his teeth even if it makes him bleed.

He stares at him with unfazed placidity.

"Surely you need not further explantion." He says with slight indignation, before using his hold to readjust Cid's entire body. He keeps himself inside as he does this, dragging him further back and lifting himself above Cid as he folds the man in half near about. The hold on Cid's hips move to his legs as he presses him down into a position which allows him to thrust even deeper into him, hitting every sensitive spot along the way.

"You have ever been fond of daughters." He remarks as he draws close to Cid's face again, his dark eyes catching Cid's own in a sly glance. "What say you I give you more?"

The way he doesn't even care that he's bitten his lip and instead folds him to fuck him more deeply. The mention of daughters is profoundly bittersweet, and the threat of impregnation is dizzying and terrifying both.

"That's not possible, is it?" he asks, legs pinning his arms back as he flushes. This position feels better than he thought possible, and it makes his legs shake and the heat inside of him build.

"Barney!" he groans as the two bundles of nerves being hit at once make him see stars. His jaw slackens in a bid to prevent himself from just biting down on his or cheek or tongue. He pants through it, head swimming, sweat prickling on his skin.

It's honestly so much at once, and Barnabas isn't even a little sorry. There's a satisfied hum that escapes him as he feels Cid spasm around his cock, each time the head of it hits the end of him, but more importantly when he hits those two bundles of nerves. Honestly, it almost makes him come right then and there, but he holds out, though he's certainly leaking plenty of precome inside of him.

"I do not know." He says with a voice thick with lust, as if the uncertainty of it fuels him to fill him. In fact, his thrusts become quicker, and he breaks the steadiness of his rhythm as he grows closer to his orgasm—each thrust inspires a groan dripping with such potent need that this almost feels feral. When finally his climax grasps him, he sucks in a sharp breath, his hips snapping down, thrusting deep into Cid's wet and wanting cunt as he spills himself within his depths.

Finally, he presses himself in, all the way in, and holds his cock there as he claims Cid's mouth with his own again. He really does seem to be wanting to make good on that offer...

It is so undeniably erotic, the way Barnabas fucks him, that his mind decides to give all that a pass and allow Cid to come instead. It just feels too good, every bit of it. Barnabas' girth, his length filling him absolutely, the hot spill of his come deep inside him.

The orgasm hits Cid fiercely, coming too hard to even cry out before Barnabas goes to kiss him as his whole body becomes slick with sweat, his body spasming- though held powerfully down on the ground through it.

The possibility that this does impregnate him feels entirely real in this moment, and he burns with layers of humiliation and desire. The overwhelm of how hard he comes leaves a bit of wetness prickling at the corners of his eyes as he gasps desperately as if Barnabas has just pulled him ashore.

Edited 2023-10-02 14:50 (UTC)

With that gasp does their kiss break, and Barnabas buries his head into Cidolfus' neck. His mouth finding his skin there, and at first he seems fit to pepper it with kisses. Trailing upward to his ear, where he kisses the lobe and the shell of it, while his hips stay locked against Cid's.

Immovable. Uncompromising. Determined.

His breath his hot against him, and Cid isn't the only one slicked with the sweat of their exertions, but he holds him there, in an embrace as domineering as it is intimate. As animalistic as it is human. There they stay for what might feel like an eternity, locked together, slick with each others fluids, warmed by each other's bodies and breath.

Then he moves.

His hips draw back, and while his dick is only semi-hard, he pushes in again. Shallow movemenets, not enough to pull himself out, but enough to pump himself in again and again, and to Cid's delight or horror (perhaps both), he does seem to be getting hard again. It seems he's not done filling up that blissfully tight cunt.

Cid screws his eyes shut and sticks the meat of his thumb into his mouth to stifle the humiliating sound of a whimper that passes his lips. He’s already been so well fucked that this dances against the hard line of overstimulation. It still feels so, so good still that he gives himself over to it. He blinks away the barest bit of moisture from his eyes to look at Barnabas- even if it’s just the top of his head or what bits of his musculature he can see.

“Again, you fucking monster?” But there’s no bite to it. Cid squeezes him tight with his cunt, starting to breathe heavily again already.

“God, give me a cigar, at least.”

At being called a monster and being squeezed so tightly, there's a low groan that leaves Barnabas. He lowers his head to press his nose against the line of Cid's jaw—almost like a cuddle. He breathes in his scent, letting out a puff of hot air against his throat, his lips parted almost as a threat to reclaim his neck again with his teeth. All the while his hips do not stop, working that slow, rhythmic pace as he fucks him deeply.

"Earn your cigar." He finally says as he tilts his head enough to peer up at Cid, allowing him to lock eyes with his. "Give to me your dripping womb in earnest, and I may give to you that smoke you yet lust for."

As if to emphasize his point, he presses himself fully into Cid. But then he's locking his arms around him as well, and positioning himself just right to hoist Cid up into his lap as leans back onto his own legs in a fluid motion that would allow the other man to ride him. His hands move to firmly rest on Cid's hips as he stares up at him in a way that almost looks adoring. It at least looks less apathetic, at least.

Cid, about to squirm to get his arms free, instead just rides the repositioning, hands landing on Barnabas' shoulders. His hands travel to his neck, to the stubble and the soft flesh- as if he were a beast bred and born to fight- like a wolf or a couerl. He was though, wasn't he? His voice is somewhere between a moan and a groan as Barnabas moves him.

"Mmngh- prick! Only if you feed it to me," Cid says with tight-jawed ire. Still, he meets Barnabas' gaze, and he sees something there. If only he would stop saying such embarrassing things, even if each bizarre sentiment went right to his groin.

He sits up with Barnabas, sighs, weighs his options, and starts to move his hips in earnest to ride him. He knits his brows together- Barnabas' impressive cock was so deep that he could feel him pressing against something sensitive, and in this position they were fully flush together while seated.

"This is much harder than it looks, you know."

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except he doesnt have the cigar, does he

He will....eventually