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

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Aye. [Though his voice trembles, it's only because it's with pure, unbridled joy in the face of what should be impossible. To finally have this chance... his heart sings.

He places his hand over Haurchefant's.]

Nor shall I. So I ask you another favor, to allow me to give you all of my attentions until we both are even a fraction satisfied.

[ While the next request only comes as a small surprise, he feels his face heat and his heart leap into his throat regardless. ]

My dearest Obsidian, I have dreamed of nothing more.

Is there... a place where I may afford you my utmost affection?

[It's not often that Obsidian feels bold, but with this... he won't waste his chance again. He's only glad that Haurchefant is just as willing.

Nervous and thrilled all at the same time, he squeezes Haurchefant's hands.]

I do. I share a home with others, so I've my own room. We can go there now, if you wish to.

That will do nicely. I would be elated to meet your comrades...

Though perhaps a grace period is in order, lest they have heard what I've done to you in the passing hours.

[ He turns with wry smile and a wicked wink. ]

[That earns a small laugh even as Obsidian blushes furiously. He gives the elezen an affectionate shove. Really, though, he's glad that the man is just as he was.]

Cheeky. [Obsidian's voice is deeply fond.] Then let us be about it.

[It is then that it is a brief montage to get to the place he's called home for moons now; Byleth's house has always been a welcoming one, and he has no doubt that these two men would get along famously along with Dimitri as well.

Be that as it may, for now Obsidian is leading his beloved knight away to his room. At least he's had the mind to pick up after his last bout of radical weaving inspiration; his spinning wheel and sewing kit alike are set up at a desk where he's works away.

And now the reality of it sinks in, which is also more flustering than it should be. But then, Haurchefant particularly has that effect on him.

Obsidian reaches for him, to pull him down for a kiss.]

Time to get out of these clothes, aye?

[ It feels like a blur, and Haurchefant is grasping Obsidian's hand tightly as they go, afraid to let go again. Though once they arrive at his room, it all slows down. Looking around at this... so personal. He had never seen Obsidian's room before. Anywhere. Given the man's transient nature, he hardly had the time to settle in a place. It feels as if he's glimpsing into a piece of Obsidian he had always been hungry for. To know him. Not just the Warrior of Light, the hero, no... those parts were appealing but they dwarfed in comparison to the whole of the man.

A taste like the finest chocolate, he savors this glimpse before he's pulled into that kiss that distracts him completely.

Why settle for a taste when he can have the whole dish? He chuckles at the hastiness of his dearest friend. ]

Yes, yes. But let us enjoy ourselves. Much as I would love to simply... ravish you, I would be in remiss not to give you the proper reverence, would I not?

Come now.

[ Gently. Slowly. Forcing himself to be slow, he begins to undo the buttons and buckles of Obsidian's attire, allowing his hands to graze against bare skin where they find it as he goes. ]

Well, you can't blame me for being impatient for a change of pace.

[To have a second chance at long last with someone most beloved to him. He truly never thought he'd have this. So perhaps he'd been a bit hasty, but... no, Haurchefant is right.

They can afford to slow down now.]

As you say, elskr. Bit by bit.

[He lets out a slow, pleased breath, letting the knight undress him as he wishes. So be it; Obsidian will do anything for him, including pacing himself. Fortunately, unclasping parts of Haurchefant's chainmail and armor comes easily enough, even as they give a thud to the floor and earn a stifled chuckle from the Viera.]

[ It feels almost like sacred ritual, undressing each other. He smiles at the soft little name he's given. He loves that. Loves it more than he can scarcely imagine.

The little chuckle doesn't escape his ears, and he beams brightly down at his now shirtless lover (and Gods how beautiful that is). ]

Is something funny, Hero?

[ A teasing little nickname back. ]

Ah, just that I'm going to have to fix you up with clothing besides your traditional armored affair. You're going to get stifled in that quick enough.

[Obsidian smiles warmly and fondly, reaching up to gently cup the side of Haurchefant's face. Taking a moment to examine him, and know that he's really, truly here. That he has his heart's desire now.

No more regrets. Just this, here and now, in his room.]

Gods, I feel like I've thought about this a hundred times, and now I ... shite, I don't know. How do you want me?

I do suppose I cannot subsist of chainmail here... it's practically balmy compared to Coerthas.

[ He turns to kiss the palm that lays itself against his cheek. Placing his own hand over it so he can then run his tongue against it. Kiss his way up to his fingers and take one into his mouth. Lavishing it with delicate attention before freeing it again. ]

You thought about me that much then? My love... I want you in every way possible. But for now. Lay out on your back, pray... allow me to pay my carnal tribute to the body I have yearned to touch for so long.

[Ah. Even that alone is enough to give him shivers.]

You'll spoil me.

But how could I think to deny you?

[Obsidian tugs the knight down for a kiss, just another to steal before he pulls away. True to Haurchefant's request, he settles down onto his back on the bed, then holds up his to invite him closer.]

Like so?

[ He returns the kiss without hesitation, almost reluctant to pull away. Obsidan lays down, and Haurchefant follows, reveling in pressing their skin together at last. Even just their chests as he kisses him deep and slow.

When he breaks away, he sits up, shamelessly admiring the man laid out before him. ]

Splendid.

I would see you in all of your glory.

[ To which he goes about slowly stripping Obsidian the rest of the way, and then himself, until they are both bare at last. Again he pauses just to look, brows knit in an adoring gaze. ]

By the Fury... you are. You are a testament. A poem. You- you are a song.

[It's easy enough to let Haurchefant finish undressing him, leaving nothing between the both of them finally. The compliments showered upon him are sheer Haurchefant that Obsidian can't help but let out a little laugh before he's reaching for the elezen's hand, just resting his own there.]

Am I? I wouldn't know how to possibly be any of those things.

Good thing I have you to speak on my behalf for poetry and song.

As for you -- you are more than I've dreamt. I... would struggle to find pretty words to give you, so instead I pray you accept my love in action.

You were always more a man of action. That is one of the many things about you I so adore.

But now, I will endeavor to take a page from your book and demonstrate my devotion.

[ With that, he leans in for a slow kiss. The another, and another. Slowly, they wander from his lips. To those soft ears, neck, collarbone, chest... he is making his way down meticulously. His hands gently mapping out the shapes of him as well, exploring those new, larger muscles with great appreciation as his mouth leaves a damp trail downwards still.

At one point he even sits back to lift one of his legs so he can kiss the top of his foot, ankle, and see that his legs get the proper worshipping they deserve. Nothing goes untouched, unkissed. He pauses as his lips press against the rise of his hip bone, breathing out warmly just next to that beautiful cock. Reverently, he kisses it as well, base to tip, unable to keep himself from allowing his mouth to capture the head afterward. He moans at the mere feeling of it. The taste of precum as his tongue glides over the slit. He cannot take it full, not yet anyways, but he ensures that not an inch is neglected, even if that means tilting his head to drag his tongue down the length of the shaft. ]

[A slow, shuddering breath escapes Obsidian. He's thought about this moment for what feels like too long; bittersweet dreams that were stolen away by his attempt to think of duty before his own heart. Foolish, so foolish; didn't Fray teach him better than that?

But this is his second chance now.]

Oh... [Obsidian sighs and brushes his fingers through Haurchefant's silvery locks, watching him work, lips around his cock. Gods, this isn't his first time having someone's mouth on him, but it's different with him.

He keeps his hips as still as he can, legs open. He doesn't think to really bring it up, but Obsidian feels himself begin to get wet as well, naturally encouraged by Haurchefant's ministrations.]

[ He can't help but watch the way Obsidian's muscles tense with pleasure. As he swallows his cock deeper, he revels in the fullness in his throat. His hand moving to press gently at his thigh, until his thumb finds that wetness. At first, it escapes notice, but after a few seconds he lifts his head slowly away and tilts it to look. A wider smile creeping over his face. ]

Now that is an unexpected boon. I shall not pretend to know aught of viera anatomy, but you may mark me pleasantly surprised.

Ah... how to go about this then? I would do aught to satisfy every part of you.

[ He pauses, and then lets his fingers drift down again, exploring the warmth tenderly. Cautiously, he watches for any disapproval as he slides a digit inside. He can feel his own cock throb at how tight he is. ]

[The sight of Haurchefant taking his cock down is something that's going to be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. No longer a dream, but something he can actually grasp onto.

And then he finds--

Right. Most men don't have that in other species, he remembers belatedly before Haurchefant sinks a finger inside.]

Oh. [Obsidian sighs and arches his back slightly, squeezing down on the finger.] Whatever-- whatever you wish. I care not, I just-- please. Elskr. Love.

[Whichever part of him Haurchefant seeks to pleasure, he would gladly welcome it.]

I will give you everything you desire and more.

[ The finger slides deep. Then, joined by a second, pumping them into that tight heat, he licks his lips as he watches the man twist in pleasure. It is not long before he can no longer bear it though, and he slides them out. Taking his own cock in hand and slowly sinking into him with a shuddering moan. Briefly, his eyes flick upward, and he mutters under his breath. ]

Halone be praised. [ He has never been a particularly devout man, but in this? There is praise to be given. More so to the man beneath him as he starts to rock into him. His own face now betraying just how badly he has needed this. Brows knit, his lips lay parted as he dares not close his eyes for losing one second of this scene. ]

Obsidian-

[ His voice shakes as he picks up his pace. ]

[Even just the fingers alone are enough to bring him unexpected pleasure. In part because it does, in practicality, feel good but also because it's Haurchefant, his heart's yearning. So he sighs in pleasure for as long as he's given them.

But then there is the clear thick heat of his cock. Obsidian reaches up and grasps the other man by the upper arm, gripping tight, the other grasping for his hand to simply hold. Tiny little gasps escape him, trying to relax himself as he feels Haurchefant sinks into him.

And there it is, and before long, Haurchefant is rocking into him.]

Oh-- [Obsidian's brows knit, and he brings up his legs around the knight's hips. On his back like this, he lets himself be at the other's mercy, his pecs jiggling faintly from the sheer moment of it all.]

My knight.

[ Immediately, his hand moves to take Obsidian's, squeezing it tight as he begins to move in earnest, leaning over him to steal a kiss. His breath is short and clipped as he thrusts in, each snap of his hips meeting Obsidian with a muted slap each time.

There are no more words that he can muster. Other than Obsidian's name, keened harshly between panted breaths. His eyes want to close, but he fights that urge, wishing to look at Obsidian every second he can. To see his face painted with pleasure, just for him. It is all and more than Haurchefant could ever have asked for in a million lifetimes.

Through whatever fortune brought him here, is will not question that it is a gift. He presses their lips together again, haphazard but passionate. He attempts to stave off any climax until Obsidian has had his own.]

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