![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
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
that's his middle name
Breaking the kiss, he gazes down at Noctis to watch the display of emotion and reaction play out as his fingers explore between those slick folds, As they capture that sensitive nub of flesh and rub it in the ways he's quickly learned that makes Noctis move those hips in tandem with him. He does nothing to discourage Noctis' hold on his shoulders, more than willing and capable of supporting him as he continues to fondle him like this.
In fact, it's preferable he holds on as he uses his fluid-coated fingers to press at his entrance. He feels it out with a single digit first, his middle finger. Knowing Rosie's body, it shouldn't hold much resistance to his prodding, she's more than experienced in these things. However, Noctis is at the helm and even an experienced cunt can clamp down like a vice.
Should he prove yielding to Barnabas, he will continue, thrusting that finger in and out until a second soon joins. With his thumb does he press against the clit there, using the natural wetness to rub it as he fingers him. As he does so, he feels inside for that rough, sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers curling inside him in his pursuit.
All the while he's silently watching, adjusting the movements of his fingers and the strokes of his thumb based on Noctis' moans, expressions, and so on. He fully intends to make him come in his chair. It will be the first of many, this he's decided.
no subject
Noctis is used to orgasms putting him down for the count for at least a little while, but he finds that this one only makes him crave more. "Hahhhha, gods...I could get used to this..."
no subject
Then he places his hands on Noctis' arms, and removes them from his shoulders, standing fully and motioning for him to rise from the seat. Should he follow that instruction, he will give another, though this time verbally, "turn around, King of Kings, and hold fast my throne. Kneel in its seat, if you like, though it matters little I shall have you all the same."
Yeah, he absolutely wants to fuck Noctis right here while he clings to his throne.
If Noctis takes a moment to look at how Barnabas has been effected by all of this, well...his tight, black pants do very little to conceal the erection he's sporting. The engorged member having pressed itself to the left side of the front of his pants in need of more space to fill out, it seems. As for the man himself, he makes no effort to touch himself, nor pull his cock out yet. It seems he's mostly interested in Noctis.
no subject
Noctis stands at Barnabas' gesture, but the spoken order gives him pause. "...told you before, I kneel to no one." His protest is only partially about that, though. The other half is an irrational sort of competitive indignation at the idea of getting fucked over another king's throne before he's ever even had opportunity to sit in his own.
...and the part of him that's drowning in Rosie's libido sort of perversely wants to see what Barnabas will do if met with defiance.
So Noctis smirks up at him, after a glance at that bulge in his pants. "Ask me nicely, though, and I might bend over for you."
no subject
"Was not leaving your gash drenched and dripping from blissful release a nice enough ask?" As he asks this, he certainly steps around so that he more fully has Noctis between him and the throne as he looks down at him. Bringing a hand to grab Noctis' jaw, he holds him there as he kisses him roughly, the suggestion of hunger behind it that almost betrays an emptiness.
However, the kiss doesn't last, seeing as he breaks it soon after, breathing out a huff through his nose while his hand releases him—only to move to his shoulder. From that hold, he aims to spin Noctis around, and with a little encouraging push, he would see him bend over as suggested.
no subject
Barnabas grabs him and kisses him hard, turning whatever he was about to say into a wordless, wanting sound. Dammit, why do Rosie's knees feel weak over one brief kiss?
Noctis does want Barnabas to fuck him, but the throne thing is sticking in his craw a bit, and he can't help digging his heels in just a little - literally, as he plants his feet and braces himself with one hand on the back of the throne in an attempt to stop Barnabas from spinning him around, for now.
"Man, for a king, your negotiation skills leave something to be desired." He glares up at Barnabas, mulish. "Come on, you can say 'please,' it won't kill you."
no subject
Noctis' glare is met with the impassiveness of Barnabas' stare. If Noctis feels judgment in his gaze, well, he isn't entirely imagining it. He keeps his hand on Noctis' shoulder, the grip firm, though not painfully so. Just enough to show he isn't likely to be shaken off so easily, nor is he done with his own demands. Though, at present, he rubs at a spot with his thumb in a way that almost seems soothing, perhaps encouraging.
"What need you such verbal negotiations when our bodies speak plain what they inexorably yearn for?" He again purrs those words in that accent of his, his free hand placing itself near Noctis' throat, though its his fingers that touch and ghost over the skin there. The touches uncharacteristically light as they trail down his—Rosie's—form, continuing down and over a breast. Though the descent stops as he takes it in his hand after a pointed press of fingers to the nipple beneath, giving it a full-handed grope. Meanwhile, he leans in again to capture those lips with his before they can voice further protest.
Though that's not all, he slips a knee forward, between Noctis' own legs, pressing it firmly against the aforementioned drenched and dripping gash. An invitation to grind, perhaps, or maybe he's emphasizing his earlier point.
no subject
It does seem pretty disingenuous for Barnabas to pretend he doesn't know why Noctis is pushing back, here, but whatever - he's doing that thing with his voice again and touching Noctis and it's good, and for the moment he seems to have backed off on wanting to bend Noctis over his throne.
So he lets himself shiver at the touch of feather-light fingers, first teasing at his throat once again and then distracting him utterly with his groping - Noctis is really not used to Rosie's breasts yet. And when Barnabas kisses him to forestall any more argument, he doesn't fight it. Quite the opposite - he lets the other king deepen it as much as he wants, whimpering faintly, and his - Rosie's - own hands slip around Barnabas to grope the man's ass in a bid to pull him closer.
Barnabas takes it a step further, and the pressure of his knee between Noctis' thighs pulls an outright moan out of Rosie's throat. If he's emphasizing his earlier point, well, he's certainly driven it home now. Noctis does grind without thinking, returning that kiss with a hunger of his own as the wet heat between Rosie's legs pulses in anticipation of what comes next.
no subject
That Noctis whimpers into the kiss, shivers as he does to his touch, and even moves to grope at Barnabas' own ass in an attempt to bring him closer is a good sign. Even if he's aiming to assert his own Dominance and control here, this still shows him that this is working, that Noctis wants this. That his desires are as plain as the growing wet spot on his thigh. His thigh which he presses and flexes against him more as he holds his place despite Noctis attempting to bid him nearer, just allowing him to grind against it.
In fact, he seems keen to keep this up, to tease and tantalize Noctis, but not give him much else. Simply content to drive him wild with enough stimulation to keep him present—locked in the moment, incapable of escaping it—but not quite enough to get off or progress things further. If he cannot command him directly, then he will wear his will down by other means. He is a dangerously patient man, and keenly adept at ignoring his own needs even as they press aggressively against the front of his pants.
Breaking the kiss, he capture's Noctis' lower one between his teeth with pressure that threatens to be more than what it presently is as he pulls on it—stopping before it would get painful as he goes in to kiss him again, his tongue quick to follow the locking of lips. His hand, however, still groping that breast, his thumb rubbing over the pert nipple, teasing it with the pad of it over its stiffened peak.
no subject
That he still can't is what makes him realize Barnabas is denying him more on purpose. His brow furrows, his eyes open, and he makes a sound into the kiss that could uncharitably be called a whine. When Barnabas breaks away from his lips, Noctis pants for breath and looks up at him. "Come on," he urges with one more tug at Barnabas' hips before he gives up trying that particular method. "Let me--"
That's all he gets out before the other king catches his lower lip, riding the edge of pain but never quite crossing that threshold, and it makes Noctis' breath catch as he meets Barnabas' steely gaze. He might have said more, resumed his protests, but Barnabas is quick to nip that in the bud with his lips and tongue once more, and Noctis' muffled complaint is wordless instead.
And yet even so, he still returns the kiss eagerly, and his eyes close once more. His hips move with renewed vigor to grind again against Barnabas' thigh, more urgent this time as those relentless fingers continue to play with his nipple and the soft breast beneath.
But he isn't ready to surrender to Barnabas' mercy just yet. He drags his hands up the man's hips and forward, searching blindly for his still-clothed cock. If Noctis can get his hands on it, he plans to rub and squeeze and stroke through the fabric - an attempt to rile Barnabas up in return.