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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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"Only once or twice?" she asks with a brief cough and a pout of faux-hurt. "All this time and you didn't do anything about it? When you could have been getting these balls emptied...?"
In fact she stops talking and gives those balls the attention they need. She lifts the slimy shaft up so she can lick along Dimitri's sack, then suck one of the balls into her mouth. She jacks Dimitri off with one hand while cradling, massaging, and sucking his balls.
"Don't you want to cover me with spunk?" she asks, breath ticklish against Dimitri's saliva-drenched sack. "Or do you want to empty down my throat?" She doesn't slow her strokes--he'd better make up his mind soon, unless his stamina is truly extraordinary.
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"I didn't..." He didn't know it would be like this, mostly, although he has already admitted to wondering a time and again. Her hand continues to glide along his shaft as she takes one of his balls into her mouth and a keen, throaty noise escapes him for it. The continued stimulation is a lot even for a man with truly extraordinary stamina. "...want to assume." He finally finishes that distracted thought from earlier.
If he was a bit more of a composed man, he might have taken the opportunity to ask her where she would want him to finish. He isn't though, not like this, and he can feel the tension rising as she continues to pump her hand along his length. "Your throat," he decides, trying to be courteous in his own way. She has to go back to work, doesn't she? It wouldn't do to stain or dirty her clothes or make her need to clean up overly much.
He also tries to be gentle but Dimitri isn't a man made for delicate work. He accidentally crushes those flower petals under his fingers and might muss her hair a little with how he grabs it to lead her mouth back to her previous work. The reason for his urgency is clear though since it only takes a few more forceful off-beat thrusts before he lets out a small, "Rosie, I-" and grits his teeth to cut himself short and quiet his cry. The man buries himself back in her throat - she's proven she can handle it, hasn't she? - and comes with subsequent shuddering groans until the dizzying rush is over. His grip loosens on her before too long so that she can't breathe again and he can take a moment of his own.
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Quite soon Ardyn has to put her mind--and her mouth--back on her task, as Dimitri takes charge. "Ooh," she says, right before he guides his cock back into her mouth. She doesn't mind the tight grip on her hair, or the scattering of petals on her drool-stained top. With Dimitri taken by need, the only work she needs to do is hold her breath and keep from choking, to keep her throat a nice warm home for his cock... but she can't help making lewd half-gulping sounds as he fucks her throat.
When he finishes, burying himself as far as he can and pressing her nose firmly into his pubes, Ardyn's eyes roll back. She grasps his ass, pulling herself closer, swallowing again and again to milk every last drop she can from Dimitri. Even once Dimitri's grip loosens, it takes a few seconds for Ardyn to release him and sit back on her haunches. Her brain in a haze, her mouth a slobbery mess, her makeup streaking from tears, jaw slack and tongue lolling, she catches her breath. She can feel her cunt squeezing, looking for something to fill it, but she feels too boneless right now to do more than lazily rub her fingers over her drooling crotch.
She does remember her goal, though: "Can you take a photograph?" she asks, her voice rough and husky.
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When he finally has the mind to again, he also notes that he left quite a mess of her despite his good intentions. He's about to offer to help - in more ways than cleaning her face - but she asks that and he blinks. "A picture?" he asks, considering. Before he can actually say otherwise, his DTF (currently a ring on one of his large fingers) is clicking to indicate a picture has been taken. "I can take more, if you'd like," he says, before kneeling down to be at eye level with her again.
"And... help return the pleasure you just gave me?" A question, still, as he reaches his non-ringed hand to brush his fingers over where hers stroke idly. His fingers are large, warm, and he's more than eager to show Rosie as good a time as he can while she's amicable to it.
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Then comes Dimitri's second offer, accompanied by physical touch. Ardyn humps up into his big hand, shameless and for once not having to worry about coming and committing accidental murder. (Probably. Rosie does have some feral instincts of her own, but foremost at present is the breeding instinct.) She grasps Dimitri's thick wrist with both hands and adds, "This I definitely like."
In a burst of horny inspiration, she decides that she's far too clothed for this encounter. Ardyn relinquishes her grip on Dimitr's arm, pulls the collar of her shirt over her head... and gets the shirt stuck halfway off, caught on her armpits. "What--fuck." She forgot about women's clothes.
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The response to his touch is more than welcome. He gives a small 'oh' at how she tugs at his hand forward so eagerly. Thankfully, he won't mind the feral instincts. Breeding is one of his kinks, too, because Chai can't seem to escape playing characters who love the idea of family. His fingers follow her lead and rubs against the slick warmth she just was.
He blinks as she pulls that shirt over head. Or, well- She tries to. He has the sense to not audibly laugh at the comical sight. If anything, Dimitri is actually more charmed for the small hitch. He's used to seeing Rosie the way she carries herself, which is confident in everything she sets her mind to. This makes her feel more approachable, almost, and certainly cuter. "Here, let me," he offers, using his free hand to help her slide that blouse up enough that she should be able to tug it the rest of the way off.
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"My hero," says Ardyn, and she pulls Dimitri in for a messy kiss. With her other hand she tugs at Dimitr's wrist; he was doing good work a moment ago, and she doesn't want to lose momentum. She humps her hips forward just to help get the message across.
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That impatient pull of his wrist reminds him though of his original intent. Large fingers meet the apex of her thighs easily as she rolls her hips towards them. She's warm, slick, and it doesn't take much pressure for one of his fingers to penetrate her teasingly shallow. Thankfully, he doesn't make her wait long for more though as he tests a deeper reach, beginning a slow push-and-pull rhythm. Rosie is impatient, he knows, and she'll have to forgive him for taking the opportunity to be deliberately gradual in his approach.
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Ardyn closes her eyes, concentration locked on that sensation, on the warmth of Dimitri's hand, on the wet sounds of her sex, and on getting the angle just... right. She ends up resting her forehead against Dimitri--his mouth, his forehead, his shoulder, wherever--as her body twitches and tenses. She feels the tightness, feels herself clenching around Dimitri's fingers.
"Mm hm," she says. "H... harder?" This is kind of new to her but going off of her own experience finger-fucking Rosie, this body can take a lot more than Dimitri's currently dishing out.
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He had more thoughts follow that but they're tugged out of his brain as soon as she makes contact with him again. Her forehead tips against his and gives him a good angle to bring their lips together for another kiss. Then, it's his turn for his lips to stray as he brings his teeth to scrape against the fair skin of her neck. He doesn't bite harshly, but suckles strong enough that it will leave marks. All the while, his fingers continue to pump in and out of her needing cunt.
When she asks for harder, it isn't difficult to oblige. Dimitri always tries to mind his strength because he knows how easily it can get away from him but- In this? He's never regretted following the command for more and neither have any of his paramours. "Gladly," he answers, muffled against her skin. He follows what not only feels right as she guides him but with whatever draws more noise from her. His other hand, meanwhile, acts as both anchor against her side but also reaching his fingers along the expanse of her ample chest where it can.
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Her borrowed brain alight with pleasure, her body shuddering, Ardyn kisses Dimitri hungrily, forcefully, sucking his tongue. She holds his roaming hand to her breast, inviting him to squeeze. "Oh, it's so good," she mumbles before realizing what she wants now.
"Breed me," she whispers in his ear, her neck positioned tantalizingly close for further biting.
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He can't help the chuckle under his breath at that enthusiastic kiss. "Is it?" he asks, amused, and squeezes her breast as instructed. If he's harder than intended, well, hopefully he can be forgiven for getting a little lost in the moment. Any bruises will heal, won't they? If he recalls r- Oh.
That command is quite compelling. It stirs something in his chest and his loins as he seizes that offered neck with his teeth. While still not harshly enough to draw blood, it will leave some nice red marks. As he does, he also uses his free hand to slide her legs just that much more apart and replace his slick, sticky fingers with the head of his reawakened cock. "Ah," he breathes out, a satisfied shuddering breath. "Oh, you're so..."
Romanticism fails him, unfortunately. So do just, uh, words in general. It's fine. He's going slow because she is to tiny but she's more than free to encourage him to pick it up like before.