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TDM #13
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are 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
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"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.
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"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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For a few long moments he simply watches as Cid struggles to fuck himself on his dick, the complaints and wheezing breaths of a man with an injured rib effects his body more than it probably should, but that is simply how it is with Barnabas. There isn't quite joy he is feeling, but there is still some level of sexual interest with whatever is going on with Cid, some spark of fascination and morbid arousal. If it weren't him, perhaps it would simply be a momentary fascination that stirred not his loins. Yet, Cid has an effect on him, he's able to poke through the miasma, though not nearly with the strength of another which stirs his heart.
"Is your body so fragile?" He chastises as he rocks his hips upward in tandem, pressing deep the head of his cock to the wall of Cid's cunt. As if he is attempting to stretch him further. "Shall I further encourage you for your efforts?"
As he asks this, he removes one hand from Cid's hip, running it along his body as he feels for where his cigars might be. Upon finding them, he pulls them free, bringing the opened package to his lips to take one out, before tossing the rest over his shoulder. There he stares at Cid, cigar held between lips and teeth. An expectant look, muted though it is, on his features as his hand resumes its place on Cid's hip.
except he doesnt have the cigar, does he
And it wasn’t- It wasn’t worse than the pain of the Crystal’s Curse. And it was by far not the worst injury he had dealt with on the battlefield and managed on. Except it’s been weeks, he’s grown used to living with only the aches of middle age and old wounds. And battle usually comes with the drum beat of adrenaline to mute the pain. Cid’s afterglow could only carry him so far.
He felt foolish for leaving the house without a potion now. He wouldn’t let that happen again.
But that cock inside of him does feel so, so good. And he begins to forget his pain as he watches Barnabas put that cigar between his teeth. It’s just as erotic as it was the first time; it looks unreasonably good on him. Cid feels his loins flood with heat and wet, the sheer reaction bringing a blush to his face. His engorged clit throbs and he reaches down to rub it, instinctively, before his sense catches up with him.
He lifts his other hand, and with an elegant twist of his wrist, he produces flame at the tip of the cigar.
He will....eventually
He did catch how Cid nearly rubbed his clit moments before lighting the cigar, and he decides to pick up where he decided not to. That hand slipping from hip to where it joins his leg, following the crease to that engorged semi-length. The pad of his thumb rubbing over it with a flick-like movement. A tease of sensation, but nothing prolonged or gratifying. He does it again, and again, teasing Cid with each brief stroke as he works his hips upward into him.
Barnabas hums against the cigar in his mouth as he watches him, his eyes scanning over his face and body, lingering mostly on where they join each other. Just, lewdly staring as they wetly and noisily meet—his and Cid's fluids drenching both their sexes absolutely.
"Drink deep of my essence, Cidolfus. Every drop." His eyes then flick to Cid's own. "I will claim you—absolutely."
His voice is getting a bit husky, and he feels that coil in him pulling tight. His body giving its usual tells of what's to come—him, as a matter of fact, he is coming. With some sharp breaths and deep upward bucks, he releases again after some time. His brow creasing as his body reacts to the feeling of Cid tight, warm, and wet around him. Honestly, at this point, the mixture of their efforts is oozing out around his cock, dripping down his sac and pooling on his groin otherwise, but that isn't an unwelcome fact.
There's something almost satisfying about it. Something that flirts with scratching an itch he feels haunted by but isn't truly there.
It isn't enough, it's never enough, and yet...
As he lays there, letting his eyes close while his body goes through the paces of orgasm and afterglow, all of it ending a little too quickly to be as meaningful for him as it might be for others, for those with desires, with will. With emotion. There's a part of it that lingers despite that. A silent beat in his otherwise long-dead heart.