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▶ TDM .001
▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.
These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.
B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs.No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.
C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.
E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?
F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.
H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?
I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
H. hello o///o
P-Please!! Do not ask me such things! It's - It's improper!!
[ But they just keep going until she covers her face with her hands- ]
May I leave, please?! My husband will worry, and this- I shouldn't even be here!!
[ At the very least, some of the doctors decide to try and comfort her, and start to ask around, is her husband here? - and one may be coming towards where Sun Ce is being investigated, mentioning if this is the one married to a Daqiao! ]
!!!
His wife. Sun Ce's not the brooding sort, but thinking about how much his poor Daqiao must be worrying, and how much he misses her, has started to put him in an introspective mood. His examination now over, he's just finished tying the sash around his pants when the scientist approaches and informs him that his wife is just down the hall.. ]
Wait, are you sure? My Daqiao is here?!?
[ His heart feels like it's about to burst, and with a single-minded determination, he starts to move. One of the scientists calls out to remind him that he's forgetting the rest of his clothes, but he doesn't pay attention to it. Barefoot and shirtless, he starts walking, then breaks into a full sprint. Even the few seconds it takes him to get to her examination room feel like an eternity, and he bursts in through the doorway, unable to hide or contain his excitement even if he wanted to. ]
Daqiao!
[ There she is, exactly as he remembers her. One of the scientists starts to insert himself between the two of them to let him know that she's still being examined, only to wisely reconsider it and step aside so that her half-dressed husband can come wrap his arms around her and pull her into a warm, tight embrace. ]
Daqiao, I'm so glad to see you!
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Instantly, she's on her feet and-
Gawking.
Why is her husband shirtless?! (She's still dressed, for the record) but she doesn't have time to think when she suddenly finds herself locked in his arms, and she's unable to hold back from tightening her own grip around him, burying her face in his warm chest and just- holding him tight. ]
Lord Sun Ce...! I was so worried... I thought...!!
[ Daqiao, now isn't the time for tears!! Her husband feels- healthier, than she last recalls, and it's that realization that makes her pause and... realize they're being stared at. She tugs her head back in alarm, eyes wide as she looks up and then at the smiling scientists (who seem to be cheering them on??) before releasing a small squeaking sound and covering her face with her hands, while still staying close to Sun Ce- ]
M-My Lord, they're staring!! And you're not fully dressed...!
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He remembers it, all of it. The treachery of Xu Gong, the curse of Gan Ji... sometimes, he can still feel a slight pain in his stomach. Running in such a sudden manner probably isn't helping matters any.
But he's alive. The wounds are gone, perhaps because here, he's free of the sorcery that inflicted them. But more importantly, he's holding his wife again. Her body feels warmer than he remembers, her presence even more soothing than ever before. He knows it's selfish, but he wants to hold on forever. ]
I know. But I thought I'd never see you again.
[ The words almost get caught in his throat, his emotions almost getting the better of him. He buries his mouth against the downy soft bangs on her forehead, and one hand moves upward along her back until it's cradling the back of her head.
One of the scientists is so enthralled with the anomalous readings he's getting from the display that he almost doesn't notice his colleagues trying to get his attention, wordlessly signalling that perhaps these two need some privacy. Their hastened exit, and the sealing of a pressurized door behind them, doesn't even register to him. ]
I'm sorry. I'll never leave you alone again.
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She absolutely doesn't mind holding onto him, which is why she doesn't move away. It's been so long since she's seen him standing- even energetic enough to move, that it fills her with warmth and relief, and she can feel the tension in his body when the emotions build up. That alone makes her move her arms back around him this time, not paying attention to the scientists anymore-
I'll never leave you alone again...
It makes her heart hammer in her chest before she looks up at him, her eyes bright as she lifts a hand to his face. ]
My Lord, I know you wouldn't... even now, I believed you would come.
[ Her fingers trace across his jaw, taking in his appearance- his handsome face and intense eyes. It always makes her feel warm to know he loves her back just as much, and her cheeks warm at his closeness. ]
I did say once we're like the biyi birds- I am one wing, and you are the other, right? Just like the legends.
[ She brightens. ]
And you're walking around, too... that means you're healthy again, s-so I'm glad... but you're going to catch cold like this, Lord Sun Ce!!
[ Or murder her with his looks. ]
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His lips form a roguish smile at her words, remembering that conversation on the castle walls very clearly. It was one of those precious few moments they'd shared as he prepared his march against Cao Cao, all in the hope of building a new world where he'd never have to worry her again.
They will fly together, she told him. They must fly together. And that's why he has to stay healthy for her, so that he can help her reach even greater heights.
He leans into her hand as it moves, greedy for her touch. Now that they have something resembling privacy, there's no reason to cut their reunion short. ]
I've got all the warmth I need right here.
[ He brushes his lips softly against her forehead before gracing it with a soft, tender kiss. Then, the hand that had been cradling her head slips gently along her jawline, his thumb lifting her chin so that the next kiss meets her lips.
His eyes close for a moment, only fluttering open once he finally pulls away. It would be all too easy for him to get carried away like this. But even with the door closed, and the room otherwise empty, he's not quite presumptuous enough to push his luck. Not yet, anyway.
His lips curl back into a wide, cockeyed smile. ]
Besides... I thought you might like it if I kept my shirt off for a while.
[ Presumptuous, no. Shameless? Absolutely. ]
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— her heart is probably working on beating itself out of her chest at this point, because when he kisses her, she almost feels faint from the contact. It's been a while since they've been able to be close at all, and she quickly moves her hands to the sides of his face, returning the kiss shyly- but with just as much affection until he pulls back.
How could she even want to refuse when she's been so afraid of losing him? She welcomes it happily, and almost chases his lips with hers to have it continue, but restrains herself. After all, they're not entirely in private quarters, and anyone could walk in and see.
... though at his words, she goes wide-eyed and pushes her face into her hands, while moving her head against his chest. ]
M-My Lord, really!! You're being too bold already...
[ It's not a protest so much as it's just complaining for the sake of it. Even if this is her husband, proper women don't outwardly admit to their desires. It's not right!
Though she has been encouraging in all the ways she can be, and she moves back with her hands over his abdomen, having missed seeing him so lively. ]
H-How are you feeling? Did these people help you? They told me to undress to... examine me, but I couldn't... not without you there.
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He takes her token protest for what it is, encouraged by the light touch of delicate fingers over toned muscle and soft skin. Rarely does she state her desires outright, but sometimes, even he can decipher them from the cues in her body language,
Maybe he can afford to be a little presumptuous after all. ]
They took good care of me... and I'm feeling better. They really seem like they want to help.
[ The corners of his lips turn upward slightly more, and as if his intentions weren't already fairly obvious, he lets the hand on her shoulder fall along her side until it reaches her hip. The other hand follows suit, and he tugs her a little closer until her body is pressed against his. ]
I trust you, Daqiao. And I wouldn't mind if you felt like undressing now that I'm here.
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Though the way he's looking at her, she can feel a warm flush race through her form, and she releases a soft sound of surprise when she's pressed so close to him. His hands against her waist only serve to make her feel pleasant in a way that she feels she hasn't in a long time, and her breath catches in her chest as she moves her hands to his waist- ]
My Lord...!
[ Is he... he is, isn't he? Getting worked up already, in a place like this. But she's missed him too, and she quickly- almost seeming skittish about it- moves back, but only to shift back enough so she can lift herself up on the examination table/bed she was on before. At least it gives her some height as she sits, her hands moving to her capelet and holding it there for a bit. ]
This is still... we're in an unknown land, and those people, they might look...
[ Yet, the look she's giving him might be completely going against what she's saying out loud, her hand reaching out to slide up over his shoulder as she urges him closer to her so that she can- perhaps-
Very subtly urge his lower body closer to hers with her leg nudging against the side of his body. ]
I don't want them... to see me the way you can, my Lord.
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He doesn't know how long they have alone, but that just makes the entire situation that much more exciting to him. He's openly adventurous, prone to taking certain risks that most people wouldn't dare take. The risk of discovery just makes her even more irresistible, as if she needed the help in the first place.
Already, his hips start to grind between her thighs. She may keep her desires as an unspoken secret, but he's never been shy about his. He wouldn't mind if she spoke out of turn, perhaps admitting to some shameful fantasy that's no proper lady would ever entertain, much less indulge in.
But he wants to indulge her. Every desire, no matter how simple or outlandish. He would spoil her rotten given the opportunity. ]
Then we'd better hurry, shouldn't we? I can't keep myself away from you any longer.
[ One of the hands resting on a hip, the one on the leg that she has hooked ever so slightly around him, shifts lower, boldly finding the bottom of her pleated skirt. He nudges it upward, letting the fabric rest on her upper thighs for now as his trapped erection presses hungrily between her thighs.
The other hand lifts back to her chin, gently nudging it upward so that he can give her another lingering, soft kiss. This time, his lips part ever so slightly, and the tip of his tongue traces adventurously along the soft, round skin of her lower lip.
He murmurs his desire outright against her mouth, not wanting to hold back any longer. ]
I want this. I want you.
[ That much likely doesn't need to be said. But he says it anyway, hoping that it encourages her to be just as open about what she wants. Even if it doesn't, he hopes the words thrill her, even half as much as she thrills him. ]
omg I thought I'd replied to this!!
It's been so long since she's seen Sun Ce so hearty and hale, that when she feels him pressing against her, her own longing urges her to draw back up against him. It's not like she's hiding her own need, even if she won't outright say it, but then he's kissing her and her own softer lips move against his, a soft hum of pleasure escaping her as she returns his kiss with a need that she's trying desperately to contain&mdash and failing at.
The addition of his tongue only makes her tremble as she turns her light eyes towards him, her own hand sliding up to the side of his neck. ]
M-Me too... my Lord.
[ She whispers it, shyly, but with the weight of her emotions behind it. ]
I want... I want you too.
[ No sooner has she spoken that she urges her husband's face in close, capturing his mouth this time in a surprising display of boldness for her. Being near him encourages her- and perhaps her need is amplified by all that's gone on in their home world in her memory-
She doesn't want to let go of this- of him or the feeling of him. One hand travels down his front to his pants, reaching down to loosen whatever ties there are for him to be freed of the confines- but she also pauses to feel over his arousal, to palm over him, encouraging and-
Ah, his lips are so warm... She releases a soft moan against them as she feels how he's bulging against her touch, and when she pulls away to breathe, she whispers- ]
You're so excited already... please- let me...
[ She looks up at him, cheeks red as she gives him an encouraging stroke through the fabric of his trousers, while she draws one hand to the butterfly ties of her collar, unclasping the first three for him-
And perhaps, encouraging him to keep going as he wants. They might not have enough time if they dally, and she doesn't want to waste a single moment. ]
it's alright! i should probably mark this as nsfw at this point
But in moments like these, she gets him even more excited than the most pitched of battles. Perhaps it's because she's normally so soft-spoken and modest that he enjoys hearing her speak her desires out loud, without the trappings of the excessive modesty that she no doubt feels obligated to present. It makes everything feel exciting and indulgent, and it needs the growing desire beneath his trousers, the stiff arousal forming a sizable bulge that is unmistakable against the palm of her hand.
A soft groan escapes the bottom of his throat, his hips instinctively pressing into her stroking hand. His eyelids flutter open and closed for a brief second, and his heavy-lidded gaze flits down to her undone collar. She surely knows how ravenous his appetite can be when he's this worked up, and offering him a tantalizing glimpse of the soft, smooth skin plays directly into that insatiable hunger. ]
Ahh... I love it when you get excited like this.
[ He can scarcely believe that she's letting herself enjoy this hurried moment like she is. They barely have even the flimsiest sense of privacy. The scientists may even be observing them indirectly, as this display of love, lust, and unbridled desire is certainly giving them plenty to work with. But that just makes it even more exciting to him. He doesn't even think anything of showering her with affection while others could see, and there's something incredibly intoxicating to him about the idea of doing much more.
His hands gather the thin, delicate hosiery that covers from her waist and below, tugging downward. The fabric gathers cooperatively, slipping down her thighs. He barely gets it to the tops of her knees before his hand slips between her thighs, fingers eagerly seeking out the familiar warmth of her folds and stroking along her entrance with familiar, determined motions. His thumb sweeps upward to brush over the delicate, sensitive bud perched above her crest, his trembling lips forming a devilish but affectionate smile. ]
I guess we're making up for lost time, aren't we?
[ There's no war to be fought here, at least not now. The strangeness of their situation isn't even in the back of his mind. Instead, the only thing that matters to him is this moment, hurried and rushed as it is. A force beyond even his own desire is compelling him, making him feel even stronger and more energetic than he normally would be. Even were that not the case, he'd still want this. He'd still want her.
And he's more determined than ever to make sure that she knows that. ]