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TDM 019 : ALL THE LEAVES ARE...
| TDM 19 |
Uploading user data to environmental systems. . . please wait.  Augmentations c̴̦͋o̷͓̺̘̓m̸̮̈̾́p̸̻̃l̵̠̱̤̅e̷̢̧̺͐̃̽t̸͈̓ḙ̴͙̓͘. Proceed . . .? Y/N > Y  Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you: Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔ Darkness overtakes you once again. I. Arrival  When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home. II. FALLING OVER YOU  The fall scenery and change in foliage continues into the new month. Leaves of red, orange, and yellow cover the trees and always seem to be falling, carpeting forests and dirt footpaths with the soft yet crunchy debris. Even the chillier temperatures don't seem to be going anywhere just yet. Maybe you need to head over to the tailor's or another clothing shop to get warmer outerwear. Or try the latest fall flavors at the Steaming Carafe Café. Everyone will get free hot chocolate that tastes like something warm, comforting...almost nostalgically familiar. There is even a shifting in the Island itself, a new area opening for visits. Wetlands with canoes for easy travel shaded by a thick canopy of trees, including dozens, branches an array of colors as they slip into fall themselves. Take one of the canoes from the boathouse or take a seat provided by your friendly robot helpers and you will find yourself on a leisurely ride through the waters. The robots are especially insistent on you not taking the ride alone and will find someone else to ride with you (or more than one someone). As you take the long route through the wetlands, you'll find two paths you can take, both lined with weeping willows to the point light filters through only when the wind blows. While Route A will seem normal and uneventful, taking Route B may find branches touching different parts of your body as you go. And you might even find those parts of your body suddenly begin to tingle with warmth and arousal. You may even move away from the willows to avoid the sensations, but somehow, someway, they reach out and continue to touch you. The more you try to avoid it, the more insistent the willows seem to become. They might even seem to tug at you, as if to try and remove the clothing that blocks them from reaching your skin. And the warmth will spread across your entire body, leaving you all the more aroused and in desperate need of relief. Completing an auspicious act will alleviate the symptoms, but if you resist until you reach the final bend of the ride, you'll find a beautiful waterfall where both routes meet. Touching the waters nearest to the falls soothes some of the heightened arousal, but a skinny dip will remove it all together, if leaving you chilled and in need of a cuddle your ride buddies will hopefully be willing to provide. III. HELLO, PLUMPKIN!  Along with the shifting foliage and cooler temperatures, pumpkins have sprouted all around the island! Some are attached to thick, twisting vines, others are randomly in places one might never expect. How did those pumpkins get on your roof? Or in your hammock? Did you put that pumpkin on your doorstep? A mystery has unfolded... Until the robots request your help in Plumpkin harvesting! No, no, not pumpkins. Plumpkins These odd creatures feline in nature...if cats were fluffy on top and pumpkin on the bottom. They enjoy causing mischief this time of year as they toddle or roll themselves around the island, putting pumpkins in odd places or playing pranks that some people might even first believe are caused by cherub dragons. But while cherub dragons are generally benign and playful, Plumpkins don't care if their pranks cause trouble, injury, or anything else. They are as chaotic as they are adorable. The robots will impress the importance of getting them calmed down and returned to their Plumpkin Patches and offer credits to anyone who helps in this round-up. Robots will even provide seeds that some Islanders may remember coming from a certain skull sunflowers. Plumpkins love these seeds and most will gladly follow anyone if a promise of more is there. Unfortunately, the supply is limited so you may just have to find a skull sunflower field and collect more. Do be wary of the potential effects of getting any of that sap on you... IV. GOOD WREATH  The robots continue getting into the seasonal mood, decorating the Island in the colors of fall, even in the areas not affected by the changes. They even invite all Islanders to their Autumn Wreath Craft Show! Wall to wall wreaths are lined up for display before they are taken to decorate the various doors, lampposts and shop windows around the Nameless Island and there are long tables where you can try your hand at making some yourself. There is a variety of supplies you can use, from different types of leaves, small dried fruits and vegetables, especially gourds, flowers (even skull sunflowers!), twines, ropes, and branches. Everything you could possibly need. But you may find that some of the items you pick do more than reflect your taste in wreaths, but also have an influence on you in return.
Load Simulation . . .? Y/N READY: Simulation 1.1 Tenebrae Town  Your consciousness comes to you in the midst of a dense autumn forest. You haven't been asleep. You stand there, fully clothed, but perhaps not in your usual attire - perhaps you're wearing a belted tunic with trousers and leather boots to protect you from the cold ground, or a long and modest dress with an apron and a hood, hand-sewn in natural fabrics. The chill in the air and even the smell of the dirt and the trees are not like those of the Island. This place feels old, a strange energy crackling in the air. Some may recognize it as a very ancient magic. In the distance, colorful lights dance between the trees. Approach closely enough and they look like fairies, but they are always just out of your reach. Are they leading you somewhere? No - if you follow them, as they seem to bid you, they will only lead you deeper into danger: a snarling wolf, a sudden drop into a craggy ravine. They are mischievous, sometimes cruel little things. You'll never escape this forest by yourself. For as long as you are alone, the night is interminable - days long, it seems. Are you the determined sort, willing to choose a direction and continue walking no matter what, or will you give into despair of being hopelessly lost? With any luck, it won't take you long to find out that your only way out is with the help of someone else. Only by agreeing to work together will the dawn finally break, and your path into Tenebrae Town will become clear. Should you refuse, or never cross paths with another Islander? Maybe the wolves will take you in. OOC Notes:To accommodate our smaller community and split-setting environment, TDMs going forward will be open to old and new players for top levels! Please state in your subject line whether you are a TDMing a new character, or top-leveling with a character currently in the game! Voting for Audience Choice Awards for Prompt III will be held in November. Threads should be started by the time you submit your entries, but need not be finished in order to win! Entries will still be valid if they include characters who TDMed but did not apply to the game. ALL participants in the contest may handwave one small Augur reward request equivalent to an incomplete thread reward. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Consciousness of the situation around them filters back into his mind, even if the man - Xue Yang - still blocks out all his sight of the world around him and demands most of his awareness. He can feel the woodgrain on his back, and hear the softly lapping waters against the side of the the boat. A light breeze cools his skin where he isn't covered by Xue Yang.
He does make a sound like a half-hearted protest into the kiss, and again a little louder when Xue Yang's fingers make him react too easily, the first tendrils of arousal for a second round taking hold and making his inner walls twitch around the softened cock. Even while a soft, boneless mess, he's tempted to push Xue Yang up and off of the boat. Turning over the boat with both of them in it is still an option.
In the end, he makes a more resigned noise and lets Xue Yang have his fill, only barely returning the kiss but not resisting. He will save his words for then. Right now, it's surely not wrong to do this...]
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Surely it won't be too difficult. ]
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It should be fine, after all—the matter of the rest of the body has nothing to do with the heart. Still, he can't help but squirm in embarrassment, letting himself enjoy the result of Xue Yang's trickery too much. He isn't nearly as angered as he should be, uncaring act or not, and he can't let Xue Yang make up more things about him...
He manages to forcibly turn his head away, baring his neck now instead.]
Xue Yang...
[The firm, chiding tone he wished for in his voice isn't there, sounding more like a breathless whine as his chest heaves.]
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He shifts back a bit to give better range of motion back to the both of them. Xue Yang moves his hips to feel the movement between their bodies, letting it slowly build him back to hardness. There's no need to rush this time, no desperate desires to be sated, so he's perfectly happy to simply let the two of them enjoy each other for this round.
After all, sex is always better when it's with Xiao Xingchen. ]
Daozhang...
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L... Let me sit up.
[The demand might not fit with the maid persona he's put on and tried to keep for the rest of the "date", but he can at least make it a little more comfortable for himself. Especially since ambivalence and indifference hasn't succeeded in deterring Xue Yang in the least. While he doesn't mind lying down on a hard surface, the position especially isn't comfortable when having sex atop it.
Though as he says the words, he looks around past Xue Yang with a wary eye, or at least as much wariness as he can manage through this haze of returning arousal. Have those branches realized that they've done enough already?]
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This is a pretty good view too. Like this Xiao Xingchen is still hot and wet around him, but he gets to enjoy the vibrant colors of the leaves around them as they continue to float along, gently ferried forward by the current even when Xue Yang isn't rowing. The branches seem to still be leaving them alone, at least for the moment. ]
Better?
[ Xue Yang's smile softens a little more than he means it to. ]
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He isn't sure what the answer to that question is, now that the docile branches frame the man with him, shadows and light playing across the sharp, handsome, yet slightly boyish features of that face. Even if different from Xue Yang, something about the both of them feels similar enough that he knows he'd too easily be drawn into either one. Words drying up in his throat, he closes his mouth again as he casts his gaze downwards, the curtain of his long and full lashes lowering over his eyes.
Managing a stiff nod, he recalls something else he meant to say:]
This must be quite the unusual date, if one can actually call it that at all.
[Even if he doesn't know what one is supposed to do on a date really, this is just unusual in general.]
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[ He shifts a bit underneath Xiao Xingchen like he's getting more comfortable, but in truth any discomfort he had to begin with was entirely ignorable. He just wants to hear more of those moans from the man on top of him.
There's something nice and easy about this, something that Xue Yang felt the keen absence of ever since Xiao Xingchen had left their shared apartment. Being able to relax and enjoy something like this. Getting to tease Xiao Xingchen a little. ]
Then what would you say a date should be like?
[ Of course, Xue Yang isn't actually that sure himself. The various books he's seen the topic come up in never really made it clear, and best he could understand, something is a date if you're with someone you're in love with and you call it a date. He doesn't love Xiao Xingchen or anything like that, but otherwise there's no particular reason this couldn't be one... he thinks. ]
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When he collects himself, his words sound clearly more strained, though he manages the words as he admits openly:]
I'm not... exactly sure...
[Turning away as the blush in his face renews and spreads up to his ears once more, he can see the sparse light flickering across the water's surface. Lily pads and flowers catch on the gentle wake of their boat, tousling them. Everything around them makes for such a fetching scene—Xiao Xingchen can only wish he was still fooled, seeing this with someone he wanted to share it with. Even if that person wouldn't have sought out a "date" with him.
Even if he's ended up conversing with Xue Yang, he isn't about to chat about his other hobbies - searching through the island library for something not completely about sex, in this case - that the man surely has no interest in. He's only barely pieced together what a date might be from those.
His gaze drifts back to Xue Yang's face, meeting his eyes with an uncertain look. Does he want to ask him what a date is? Or what his understanding of a date is, at least?]
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[ He chuckles softly. ]
If it isn't, then this doesn't count as my cafe reward and I still get to use it.
[ When Xiao Xingchen gives him that look Xue Yang can't help it. That uncertainty reminds him of all the different things he's taught Xiao Xingchen, not just here but also back in Yi City. That uncertainty is a big part of how Xue Yang managed to secure his place in Xiao Xingchen's life. He leans in for a kiss, not rough or overeager but slow, easy. Enjoying it for its own sake.
Despite everything that's happened so far, he still has so much more he can teach Xiao Xingchen. ]
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No, he's definitely making sure that this card counts as a used reward. And he'll make clear that Xue Yang will need to use another one if he wants to experience anything like this again.
Despite the growing urgency in his lower half, he doesn't hurry their leisurely pace, the kiss managing to keep him content for now as their boat continues down the stream. The heat between him keeps them warm, but he can't ignore a sudden stiff breeze across his back. A cultivator can bear with different temperatures better than most people, just... he can't suppress a shiver there.]
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Without putting too much thought into the gesture he draws Xiao Xingchen a bit closer to him and drapes his belt over the back of his neck, as if it were a scarf. Xue Yang presses the two of them closer together, both getting some friction between their intimate parts as well as increasing the body heat shared between them. Through all of it he doesn't break the kiss.
Does he want to take off his outer robes to let Xiao Xingchen wear them? It feels pointless when the two of them are just going to be fucking again soon anyway, and he doesn't want the trees stealing his robes when he still keeps several important possessions in his sleeves. So instead this close contact (definitely not cuddling) should be plenty to warm him up again. ]
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It's only to play with his emotions more, but a small act of kindness - even if self-serving - is difficult for Xiao Xingchen to refuse. If Xue Yang only wanted him for a fuck, it'd be so much easier. If Xue Yang only grabbed him and treated him roughly after the act was blown, Xiao Xingchen could push him away once they finished. How did the man become so good at pretending to care? Did he somehow know of Xiao Xingchen's loneliness after he set off from the mountain the second time, knowing that he wished he had a companion again?
Through the tumult in his mind, he suddenly raises his hips up high, almost high enough for Xue Yang to slip out. Then he slams them down hard enough for the boat to shake. It punches out a sound like a hmmph into the kiss as his eyes fly wide open.
All those thoughts fly from his mind immediately.]
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Without waiting for Xiao Xingchen to continue his motions Xue Yang grabs his hips and starts moving him up and down. He doesn't mind even if he has to do most of the work; he's more than willing to fuck Xiao Xingchen on himself.
Getting to see him moving up and down against a backdrop of leaves is even better than fucking him into the boat. ]
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He's fine with letting Xue Yang take control. He wanted to not let himself be fooled into actively participating in this charade, no matter how much Xue Yang wants to continue. If his body reacts, it doesn't mean anything; how can it mean anything, when it's so very, very difficult to not react?
Xiao Xingchen is used to having more control and keeping the pace while riding, so as Xue Yang holds him and does most of the work now, not knowing what to expect loosens his own control much faster. The strange feeling puts traces of uncertainty and panic into his expression at first, but they fade as Xue Yang makes his hips bounce atop his cock some more. With half-lidded eyes and lips parted, he's soon lost in the pleasure again.
But he won't - can't - let himself be fooled by the face the man wears this time, even if this entire scene around him also looks like a dream.]
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[ He murmurs it after one particular squeeze that sends a corresponding throb of heat through him in turn. Without being consciously aware of the sequence he watches the shift in Xiao Xingchen's expression as he gives himself over to the pleasure of being made to ride Xue Yang's cock.
This is how it's supposed to be. Just the two of them, where Xiao Xingchen is his and his alone.
After a few minutes of just moving Xiao Xingchen he starts to thrust up as well, driving both their bodies towards each other as he continues fucking him. It's a little awkward in the boat, and he has to brace himself a bit oddly to manage it, but it's worth it to make sure that he's carving this pleasure into Xiao Xingchen, into a place so deep inside that it can't be forgotten or erased by anything. No matter what happens here, he wants Xiao Xingchen to know who can give him the best pleasure. Who he wants to spend all his time with. ]
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He wants to resist being carved into. He wants this to be nothing but a momentary feeling that he can sweep away afterwards, turning away from Xue Yang and putting on that indifferent mask again, treating this man as nothing more than a detour in his path. But he can't deny over the time of them before this world and their time since, Xue Yang has reached deeper into him than anyone else ever has.
Reaching deeper like this, the head of Xue Yang's cock only needs to hit against the spot a few times before Xiao Xingchen's body seizes. The liquid heat pours through him again, from his core out all the way through his curling toes, releasing with a long, ragged moan as his head tilts back. From how tight he had clenched around Xue Yang during their sudden, frenzied round earlier and how quickly he's already come again, he aches as the muscles constrict—but even that small pain only heightens the feeling. It was the same during their first time together.
He had come faster than their first round, he faintly notices, limbs softening as he's pulled onto Xue Yang's cock again.]
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[ There's no way that anyone else here makes Xiao Xingchen come as fast as Xue Yang does. He loves the way Xiao Xingchen clenches on his cock and moans like that. Especially here in nature like this, far away from the overwhelming atmosphere of the over-large buildings that make up most of the city and easily give Jinlintai stiff competition, much more like the environment in which the two first came back together. It suits the two of them more.
He wonders how quickly he can make Xiao Xingchen come again. Can he do it before he himself comes a second time?
With that intention he slows himself down. At first he matches the pace of Xiao Xingchen's squeezes, but once those slow to a stop he keeps his own pace instead, thrusting up slow and leisurely but without pause. ]
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He tries to glower at Xue Yang, but his expression only looks flustered, as his walls still eagerly cling to the still-hard cock. His hands move away from Xue Yang's shoulders as one comes up to brush back locks of hair clinging to the perspiration on his reddened face, still not fully caught his breath.]
How much more... until you're satisfied?
[Right now, or forever—
His body clearly never wants him to be finished, content to stay like this the entire day, curled around each other as the river slowly carries them down the stream. But if Xue Yang lost interest, his heart should feel relief.]
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[ He likes that expression on Xiao Xingchen. The one where he's not quite keeping up, still just a little behind, needing Xue Yang to teach him just a little more.
How much more until he's satisfied? He doesn't plan to ever be "satisfied". Even once they're done fucking today there's always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. Every day that he can feel Xiao Xingchen against him like they used to. Even when they start sleeping together again, living together again, could he ever possibly be satisfied? This isn't like revenge. There's no end to this, no moment when he kills the last person who deserves to die for their actions. This is something intangible and ongoing, a journey with no destination, just a continuous existence of the two of them together forever.
Even if they take breaks, the two of them won't ever stop. ]
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Breathing starting to pick up again, he can't be chagrined much by the idea of the thrill that Xue Yang must be having from bringing him close to another orgasm already. Hearing that pleased tone in his voice, seeing it just as clearly in that face—
He just wants them to both finally be satisfied with each other this way, but he just... can't...]
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Ooh, fuck. You like that spot, daozhang?
[ He goes along with the motions, letting Xiao Xingchen pick a new pace for him as he tries to angle into that again and get another good reaction out of Xiao Xingchen.
How could he ever be satisfied as long as he keeps getting Xiao Xingchen to give him these reactions? It would be easier to ask a fish to get its fill of swimming. He's going to keep doing this with Xiao Xingchen forever. He's already decided that, and that means that's how it will be. ]
Daozhang...
[ His voice is a bit more breathless than it was a moment ago. ]
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Still, he does brace himself, driven by only one goal now. One of his legs uncurl from around Xue Yang so he can balance better with his foot against the floor of the boat, his hips now moving higher up and faster on the way down, moaning more openly again into the cool air wafting over them. Whether Xue Yang is in control or he's fucking himself on Xue Yang's cock like this, he really can't stop himself...
He doesn't mean to answer, yet a quiet word - almost more a squeak - falls from his lips.]
Y-Yes...
[If he could say what his body so clearly wants him to, he'd say that he needs Xue Yang to play with that spot in him forever, until everything in his mind melds together and he can't think of anything else like pride or the past.
That's what the Augur wants but he can't, he really must not...]
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[ He babbles as he fucks Xiao Xingchen, awkwardly braced to keep up and hold the position, but there's no way he'd stop for the world right now. His gaze is glued to Xiao Xingchen's form, watching the way his ample chest bounces as he moves up and down, underscoring their motions. The background of foliage melts out of his awareness as he focuses only on the one in front of him.
This is all that the two of them need. It doesn't have to be anything more complicated than this. ]
Dao--
[ Without him noticing his orgasm suddenly crashes through him, making his entire body tense and ripping a moan from his throat. ]
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The world around him turns white as he cries out again, loud enough for his usually-soft voice to carry over a large swath of this new land, coming for the third time during their "date". He keeps bouncing on Xue Yang's hips without restraint until his orgasm has fully run its course, moans and soft noises falling from his lips before they taper off into panting breaths.
During their time apart, Xiao Xingchen had even restrained himself from using anything to penetrate himself. Perhaps he wouldn't feel as sore if they kept doing this constantly... but he's too overwhelmed to want to think about it, his whole body trembling and twitching all over even as his hips still.
Between their breaths, he hears the faint sound of rushing waters...]
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