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SUCCULENT TART'S FIRE FEST 2025!

Our annual Fire Festival is back! Come and join us for our Chillin & Grillin BBQ on Thursday, before the Festival opens on Friday & Saturday!

WHEN: Thursday, June 19th - Saturday, June 21st WHERE: Mar'at, Uldum !! THIS IS HOSTED ON WYRMREST ACCORD !!

ANCHORS: Alliance: Valoun-WyrmrestAccord Horde: Nahiilvi-WyrmrestAccord THURSDAY EVENT Begins at 6pm WrA/PT - 8pm MG): Chillin' & Grillin' BBQ social This is a laid-back 'calm before the fire storm' event, there will be NO vendors, performances, or raffles today, but there will be A LOT of food, drink, swimming, dancing, and general fun! BBQ provided, bring a side/dessert/drink to share!

FRIDAY EVENTS (Begins at 5pm WrA/PT - 7pm MG): Vendors, performances, raffles, Pride party, and camping!

SATURDAY EVENTS (Begins at 4pm WrA/PT - 6pm MG): Vendors, performances, raffles, fireworks, and the Heat Rave 'til the sun comes up! For more information, please check out our website: Fire Fest 2025 Or this tumblr: @tartfirefest You can find our Discord link on the sidebar for the Fire Fest tumblr!

[ashenazurebeauty]

SUCCULENT TART'S FIRE FEST 2025!

Our annual Fire Festival is back! Come and join us for our Chillin & Grillin BBQ on Thursday, before the Festival opens on Friday & Saturday!

WHEN: Thursday, June 19th - Saturday, June 21st WHERE: Mar'at, Uldum !! THIS IS HOSTED ON WYRMREST ACCORD !!

ANCHORS: Horde: TBD Alliance: TBD THURSDAY EVENT Begins at 6pm WrA/PT - 8pm MG): Chillin' & Grillin' BBQ social This is a laid-back 'calm before the fire storm' event, there will be NO vendors, performances, or raffles today, but there will be A LOT of food, drink, swimming, dancing, and general fun! BBQ provided, bring a side/dessert/drink to share!

FRIDAY EVENTS (Begins at 5pm WrA/PT - 7pm MG): Vendors, performances, raffles, Pride party, and camping!

SATURDAY EVENTS (Begins at 4pm WrA/PT - 6pm MG): Vendors, performances, raffles, fireworks, and the Heat Rave 'til the sun comes up! For more information, please check out our website: Fire Fest 2025 Or this tumblr: @tartfirefest You can find our Discord link on the sidebar for the Fire Fest tumblr!

[ashenazurebeauty]

reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

[ashenazurebeauty]

Beautiful art of Ashentalon by none other than @artofaokori

[ashenazurebeauty]

MARK YOUR CALENDARS!!!

Tarts After Dark Saturday, April 12th *18+ required IC and OoC*

Fire Fest Thursday, June 19th - Saturday, June 21st *Booths will be available to sign up for starting in May!*

See you all in April!!

[ashenazurebeauty]

Lost Proposal

As several lesser illusions of the Dracthyr move around the stage, setting up a few smaller items such as a desk, letter parchment, a quill, and an ink pot, the true Ash smiles. “Thank you all for coming out to my debut performance. This song is one of the first ones a partner of mine and I danced to. This is considered our song personally… He is a fairytale to me, taking my whole mind, soul, and heart as his own.”

As he speaks, the illusions vanish. Ashentalon moves to take a seat at the desk, his smile twitching into a frown as his fingers take the quill. He gives a small nod toward the DJ to begin the music.As the music starts, a singular desk emerges from the shadows, a small light above casting a blue glow over the sole occupant. The azure-scaled drake hunches over a letter, feathered pen tapping to the rhythm of the music swirling through the room. As the tempo picks up, mirror images of the drake begin to form—two versions leaning on either side of the desk. One wears a long black-sleeved shirt with matching dark pants and fluffy blue shoes. The other wears a simple orange and white shirt with baggy pants and tan fuzzy boots. The tempo continues as the real Ash looks up from the letter he is writing, azure eyes scanning as if searching for someone. Slowly, words leave his lips, carrying a strange allure—one that begs to be listened to, one that demands to be watched. "I kinda liked a boy I knew~"He does not move from his spot. Instead, the black-dressed mirror image extends his hand toward some invisible presence just out of reach, only to spin back. His shape shifts, reflecting a short male with blue eyes, brown hair, and a dazzling smile.

The stranger slams his hands on the desk, causing both versions of the dracthyr to stare in shock. The orange-clad one reaches his hand across the desk, his mouth moving—perhaps in silent praise or singing along with the words as the real Ashen sings. The true Ash reaches a free hand into his own dark hair, letting out a quiet cry as a few tears stray down tanned cheeks. As the true Ash looks back down, scribbling onto the paper. The images fade just before the two can kiss.As his singing dies for the moment, Ashen sits with a spaced-out look on his face, trying to dry the tears that fall freely.

The two images begin to dance to the instrumental, while the drake in the center lowers his head, frantically writing his letter once more—as if he must empty his thoughts before they consume him. His eyes flick up longingly toward the dancing mirror images, focusing on the odd one out with a deep sadness.The scene shifts as a greater illusion changes the backdrop behind the man, glassy eyes locking onto the scene before him and the crowd. The two elves sit together in a bed of flowers.

The illusioned Ash runs his hands through his lover’s hair as they sit before a picnic, a few bottles of Arcwine and sandwiches laid out between them. The dracthyr lifts his wrist to his lover, offering it as the other sinks his fangs into the vein. Again, the scene changes—arcane stars twinkle above them as they lie on a blanket, the lover pointing out constellations as they laugh together. The true Ash clenches his jaw, shaking as he pulls his eyes from the scene, shuddering with his own silent tears..

This scene lasts for another short moment before a strange elf steps into view, dark eyes with white pupils locking onto Ash’s lover. A clawed hand reaches out as fangs flash in the dim light. He was stolen by another that night. The pain is too much to bear, and the illusion of the writer lets out a silent scream, causing the magic of the scene to shatter into mirrors. Each shard reflects his lover’s face—smiling, screaming, laughing. Sudden cracks break through the music like shattering glass. Then, the scene reforms. His lover is now female, his hands rest over a large baby bump, and the two cry in joy.

The two of them sit around a fire now, the illusion of Ash with his hands on the large baby bump. He can’t help but smile, happiness swelling in his chest—they are having a family, something they both agreed upon. Magic shifts the scene; Ash stands now, fidgeting with a box behind his back, his feet tapping the ground nervously as he waits. But his lover does not show. He remains standing as the magic shifts time well into the night. Only then does he sigh, slipping the box into his pocket before leaving the place where he had hoped to meet his lover.Words die down as magic changes the scene again, a flurry of feelings washing over. His voice breaks at the ends.

Only the violin plays now as the two sit on the ground, two small children between them, learning to crawl. Both have small budding horns and little patches of blue scales, their messy brown hair tousled. One has teal eyes, the other ocean blue like their father's. They are still young, just memories playing out from the writer’s mind as he trembles. The elven man shimmers from existence, causing the two children to cry for their father. The illusion of Ash scoops them both into his arms, cradling them. His visage fades, revealing the natural blue, white, and grey scales of the drake. His wings fold around all three, shielding them from the world.

The children look slightly older now. Their daughter’s long brown hair is pulled into a high ponytail, the striking image of her father with her papa’s ocean-blue eyes. She is a carbon copy of Ash’s lover. Their son is much the same, just with Ash’s teal eyes. Both are toddling around, the boy stopping to tug on a bright blue feather hanging from the desk. Both versions of Ash reach out—his illusion pulls the boy back while the real one keeps the books from falling off the table. They are a handful. His lover is nowhere in sight, not there to help. Both man and illusion suddenly look exhausted—how could they not be? Twins are hard.

Just as the words pick up again, the lover returns. His skin is dark from time in the sun, his hair stained with brine. He grins, his form fuller, happiness radiating from him just by the way he looks around. But Ash doesn’t seem to care about any of that—he rushes forward, throwing his arms around his lover. Happy tears spill as the two spin in a not-so-graceful circle, tumbling into a pile of grass. Illusion Ash lands on top of his elven lover, hands pressed against his chest as he leans down, placing a loving, lingering kiss on his lips. His fairytale, even if it hurts. He returns. He always returns.

Like the music looping back to the start, the two lie in the grass, both smiling and staring into each other’s eyes with a loving gaze. How could things change? How could they be worse? His love has returned, and he isn’t leaving anymore, as their pinkies lock together in a promise to remain together.

He flinches as the scene shifts. The two images are now locked in a silent screaming match. His writing halts as his lover’s hand sweeps across the desk, knocking larger items off and sending them crashing to the stage—where they dissolve into glitter. He stares, frozen, as the wordless double turns to him, screaming fully now. When the double places his hand on Ashentalon's chin, his teal gaze fixates on the brunette elf, who is now all too real for him. His smile causes Ash to return that smile, as if the fight had never happened. His spirits lift in a brief moment. But then he is gone, leaving Ash at the desk, his head turning left, then right. He is lost, concerned, and scared as he stands from the desk. Quick steps pull him to the edge, scanning over heads until he hopes he sees who he is looking for.In the crowd, the illusion of his lover sways between those watching. Shimmers of arcane and glitter cover the select few the illusion touches. His outfit shifts to something more seaworthy, his smile curling into a smirk as he finally turns to face the dracthyr. Their eyes lock, allowing the man to take a slow, tentative step forward, preparing to rush through the crowd to his beloved.

Though it is just a flicker, an illusion once more, it is not the one he is writing about. The illusion of the lover returns, tapping his shoulder. Ash spins back around, grasping hands and dropping to one knee. His fairy tale returns, emotions mixed—sadness, fear, anger... he is cursed, cursed to love the man who left him for the sea. Vocals dying down, Ash quickly pulls a ring from his pocket in the silence. No words are exchanged, the two lock in a stare. Behind the lovers, echoes of their fights and good times show in the form of shattered mirror glass, each reflecting the emotions that boil under the surface of the true drake. His hands never leave the illusion that feels so real to him; the ring glitters in his grasp. He has to get it out to show that he is serious about the commitment he wants. The two aren’t saying anything. The glass behind them shifts, showing their children, the wants of the dracthyr. He has eyes for this one, and only him. He is willing to change his whole life for him if just asked. While the two may not be in movement, the scene behind them is. Another set of doubles dances, his lover taking hold of his waist, holding him close and tight to himself. He dips the long-haired male back, then twirls him out with a flourish. Their clothing shimmers as they both wear wedding attire. Purple flowers are braided into the mane of black hair that is Ash, while his lover wears a simple black tux. This scene doesn't last, as the illusion fades. Ash realizes his lover isn't there, and his eyes cast toward the sea.

Mist swirls around the couple, holding them in a bubble of wonder as they cling to each other. Lost in their own little world, The only movement that comes from the double or Ash is a simple nod from the double—an answer to an unspoken question. Ash surges up, grasping the elf in his arms, wrapping him in a hug that ends with a spin. They are both in tears, words unspoken that he wants to say.

A proposal that may never actually see the light of day, cursed to love someone claimed by the sea.Lights fade as does the music, illusion leaving, glitter covering the stage. It is Ash standing there, a letter crumpled in his hand that soon ignites into a crimson blaze. None will see the sadness on the page

a big thank you to @succulent-tart for letting this show happen

[ashenazurebeauty]

Succulent Tart Presents….

Unsent Letters

Join the Tarts as they share words they've always wanted to say to someone but never got the chance to. Come check out a little sneak peek of what goes on in their diaries!

WHEN: Saturday, February 22nd WHERE: Fountain of The Everseeing, Jade Forest - Stage Entrance [58, 56] This event will be hosted on Wyrmrest Accord but we will have anchors! TIME: 6 PM WrA/Pacific (8 PM MG/Central)

Cross-Faction & Cross-Server Friendly

ANCHORS (Will be provided closer to event)

Check out our Website for event flyer & More! https://succulenttart.crd.co/

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Reblog if you RP using Discord

[ashenazurebeauty]

Sweet or Sinful Sunday: "Do you like loud or silent people in bed?"

Ash giggled, his head tilted as did that long ponytail. "I love when my partners are loud, Lets me know That I am doing my part right.. Plus, how hot is it when the man above you is moaning. and cursing, Makes me wet thinking about it."

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[For SS] Gryff looks between Mio and Ashen. He cant decide who to tease-.. who to ask. So he just asks "Well now, what would someone do if they found me bound just in holiday ribbons under th' tree on winter's veil~." he winks and sticks his tongue out with a soft coo. brat.

Ash looked at the red dragon near him, eyes dropping with a nervous huff, he hadn't noticed the man showing up.. this was his personal space.. Looking back at the question he cocked his head. "Oh that is easy, firstly. If those ribbons are not quality we are replacing them with some of my own~ I have plenty that we can use! Than.. I am doing your hair. You did not approach me as a client, so i cannot know what you would want."

Mio though, smirked, leaning down to nip at Gryff's ear with a low growl. The red's magic dancing around the two of them. "Oh sweet Dove~ There are plenty of things I could do to you. But, Seeing as you are acting as my present. I should give you yours in return. Just so happens I had gotten a special toy for us. That I feel you could remain sitting against bound up that way~"

(Thanks for asking!)

[ashenazurebeauty]

[For SS]

“If I was ever in a dark place, as when all death knights suffer if their endless hunger isn’t sated, I would want you to calm me down- to use that song of yours to help soothe me.

If you wanted- and I wouldn’t cut your tongue out for it.”

"Thank you Doll. I do not use it as often as one who was a solider in a past life should. It causes my body to be flooded heavily with mana.. not that one of my partners complains.. He quite likes the mana on my blood... But that said.. If you ever need calming, I would more than be happy to sing for you. I can do so with out the power to my voice."

[ashenazurebeauty]

Kihu's question came in the form of a written note. Do you ever use your siren-like powers in the bedroom or during your work? I cannot process how forcing others to feel allured is of any satisfaction; those that use the capabilities I have for such things always tangle with my mind. Imposing for lust is... dull... is it not? I wanted to hear from someone that understood my predicament.

Ash peered at the note, the Drake paused in the reading... A lump forming in his throat.. He took a moment, brushing back his long dark hair into a ponytail before letting a slow and calming breath through his nose.. "Boy.. Ok.. I did not expect someone to ask about my song.. No.. um.. I never actually use it for my work or in the bedroom.. I used it once.. in the last year. and it was to try and calm someone very dear and close to me down from a panic attack."

Laying the note face down on his table, the Dracthyr smiled, it was a sweet one as the enchants along his wrists fade. Not just showing the scars that lined his skin. But Silver Filigree cuffs around both wrist under his charm bracelets.. "One of my mates told me if i were to ever use my song again he would take my tongue, seeing as the the one i used it on last is their life mate.."

His left hand wrapped around his right wrist, a frown forming where that smile faded, now looking honestly tired.. "I am not even sure.. if i am man enough to use it any any performances in the way I was wanting.. not when.. i could upset my nest partner."

(tysm for the ask!)

[ashenazurebeauty]

First off, he is a beautiful character. The design is top notch.

That said - What does he look for as far as intimacy with a partner? Is there something he favors above all else?

First things first, thank you <3 I tried to put a lot of thought into how he looks. Down to how the smallest way in his scales shine in the light.

Answer: He looks for someone who can take charge mostly, he likes to feel of use and provide some kind of service. Which plays into his role as an escort. He does a lot of other things asides stuff that would be considered sexual. Such as reading to others and helping people with their shopping. Ash takes great pleasure in being useful.. He has to feel useful or he will spiral pretty hard as he will have time to focus on himself.

Thank you so much for the question Love <3

[ashenazurebeauty]

~*Sexual Sunday*~

~*Leave my muse a sexual confession*~ ~*Ask my muse questions about their relationships or sex lives*~ ~*Tell my muse a fantasy they have involving them*~ ~*Have my muse rate a kink*~ ~*Ask my muse for sex advice*~ ~*Send them anonymous (or not) IC sexy/love letters*~ ~*Make a pass or flirt with them IC *~

ANON IS ON! Nothing is off-limits!

*Practice good question/reblog karma!*

[ashenazurebeauty]

getting teased and then just being like. whatever. yeah i wanna be tickled. so what. yeah i wanna be pinned. what are you, a fuckin cop? MAYBE i’m ticklish, fuck you

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Friday ask from Gryff "Heyy cutie! Was great talkin to ya th' other day the event. I heard someone may be dippin their toes into th' Tart scene. That true? If so, ya need anyone ta practice performances on?~" he winks.

"I am yes! I am working out the ideas still, admittedly I am very nervous as I haven't done this type of thing before. But I would love to give you a preview."

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[FFAF]

“Ashentalon, I think your scales are pretty. I like the blue shimmer.”

"Awe thank you Tartt, I adore your hair myself. I would love to braid it some time?"