#Succulent Tart

[noonmutter]

The Succulent Tart Sweet 16 Beach Bash

It's been a fair handful of years that I personally have been hanging around with the Succulent Tarts, at first as a (friendly) heckler, then as a constant show attendee, then a friend of the guild, and finally this year as a member of it.

It felt only appropriate, alongside @cythion, to kick in for a bit of commemorative artwork for the guild's momentous occasion, staying together and putting on fantastic shows and just being cool people for sixteen years running.

The Tarts have been welcoming to strangers, supportive of one another, and generally fantastic representations of what an RP community should look like for 16 years, and I hope that they--we--can say that for many more years to come.

Congrats, guys!

If you'd like art like this, please reach out to Nebular Merula--they were enormously cool about a nearly-twenty-person picture, turned it around surprisingly fast, and priced it very reasonably!

( @succulent-tart )

[dicenne]

Come out to the Sunset Showcase at the World's Faire Carnival on Saturday, March 16th! Dicenne will be performing with his fiery whips, followed by some of the other fabulous Succulent Tart performers!

~Performances begin at 6pm MG (CT) and the Tarts will start performing around 7:30pm MG (CT)!~

World's Faire Carnival Moon Guard Ramkahen/Mar'at, Uldum Stage is located at the letter G on the map below:

Art by Zoratrix

[rylandfalkov]

FEBRUARY DWC 2024 DAY 2 - SUPPRESS

((Since my time to write for WoW is extremely limited right now, here's my show from Succulent Tart's Glitter is in the Air since it uses one of the words for this day!))

Ryland steps onto the stage with acoustic guitar in hand, donning completely casual clothing tonight: Tank top, slacks, boots, and the only thing that really stands out, a crown of red and white geraniums. Those familiar with his previous Glitter is in the Air performances may recognize the flowers as a staple of this particular show for him.

He flashes the crowd that charming, dimpled smirk he’s known for as he steps up to the microphone to speak:

"I know some of you may expect me to continue the story I’ve been telling over the years at this performance; with the aerial hoops, ballet, and usually making a good handful of you break down in tears. Taking a break this year to do a little something different. Don’t worry, the aerial contraptions and ballet will be coming back. Probably a little pole dancing for the show in April."

Wink wink nudge nudge.

"I sang on this very stage for my very first show ever with the Tarts years ago. It’s not something I do very often as I feel oddly more vulnerable singing than I do with dancing. However, I’m gonna sing something for you all tonight! This song can be interpreted in different ways for different people, and that’s the great thing about music yeah? You hear whatever you want or whatever you need in it. Whether this is about unrequited love, a forbidden relationship, what happens when you have a strong attraction to someone that isn’t necessarily good for you, or whatever else.

I’ll let you all feel what you need to feel for it, and assume what you’d like to assume as to why I’m singing it for you tonight."

Ryland steps back from the microphone and clears his throat as he slightly adjusts his guitar into position. After a few silent moments, he begins to strum a tune that is likely fairly recognizable to many. Leaning closer to the microphone, he begins to sing; his vocals breathy and fluid, delicately suppressed yet commanding and immediately captivating, “No, dah-oooooo, ohh-ohh-ohh. No, dah-ooooo…”  Eyes close and brows raise briefly as he switches from chest to a gentle head voice with ease, adding a bit of modest vibrato onto the back end of the lingering notes.

His eyes flutter open, making and holding eye contact with various members of the audience, “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.” There’s a dreamy quality to the surroundings and to the song itself; sweet, sultry, and even a touch haunting at times. “Well It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.” There’s something almost hypnotic about those impassioned lyrics and that enticing gaze, beckoning and bewitching all. One corner of his lips draws upwards into a lopsided, alluring grin, flashing those pearly whites beneath as his voice easily lifts to reach the higher notes, “No I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.” He takes a sharp breath, maintaining the same euphonic quality for the chorus, “No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” The mellifluous timbre of his vocals fluently ease into his falsetto range without strain nor hitch, making the difficult song sound effortless, “No, I don't wanna fall in love.” There’s an etherealness to his intonation that makes the song sound more romantic than the words actually lend, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm”. He looks back down at his guitar with a tender smile, “No, Da-Ooooo…” He allows the vibrato trail off into silence naturally as his gaze greets the audience again. Ryland falls back into his natural register as he scans the crowd with a slight intensity in both gaze and voice. His upper lip twitches, baring his teeth more as he sings the next lines, “What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.” While he never mentioned what the song meant to him, it certainly holds some meaning given the absolute heart and emotion he puts into the lyrics, gracefully crescendoing as he continues, “What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.” He doesn’t even stop to breathe as he reaches the chorus once more, nurturing the delicate balance between strength and fragility, “No, I don’t wanna fall in love. No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” Eyes shut as he nearly smiles, the song certainly brings out a full range of emotion, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm. No, Da-Ooooo..” He continues to extend the note with the faintest hints of vibrato, readily raising the pitch and sliding the held note around at his whim before allowing it to fade.

Eyes crack open to focus on his guitar, leaning away from the microphone and continuing to strum the melodic rhythm with finesse. There’s a trace of genuine melancholy in his expression, alongside a raw sensuality with the way he wets his lips, inhales, and sways forward until lush lips just barely graze the microphone. “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, well it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.” His azure gaze confidently greets anyone willing to hold the intense stare, making it seem as if he’s singing just for them and them alone. “No, I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. No, I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.” Both brows raise along with the tone, and one corner of his lips pulls into a bittersweet smile, allowing the heartfelt words and soulful melody to permeate throughout the entire performance space. He maintains a certain tenderness and restraint all throughout the otherwise heavy lyrics. “No, I don’t wanna fall in love. No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” Those honeyed vocals are meant to evoke feelings and daydreams of all varieties. It’s a combination of yearning and lust, of vulnerability and a loss of individuality, with an aftertaste of regret. “No, I….Oh no, I……” The high notes are masterfully held, gradually fading into a melodic exhale and swept away into the rhythmic strumming of his guitar. Ryland's lips brush the microphone, his shuddering breath audible, “With you, ohhhhhh, no no no, mmmm. No, Da-Ooooohhhh…” He strums the final chord, allowing both guitar and voice to fade to nothing. He stills in the silence for a few moments before lowering the instrument and stepping away from the microphone to take his final bow.

@succulent-tart @daily-writing-challenge

[celedyn]

Fire Fest 2024

<< HOT TO GO! By Chappell Roan >>

Celedyn enters on a pair of disco tile covered roller skates, gliding over the sandstone cobbles as smoothly as if he were on ice. The dress he wears, made entirely of beaded fringe, is perfectly suited to accentuating every swish and flick of his hips.

The high elf moves as though he were strutting the length of a catwalk, but he stays perfectly in one spot, the skates rolling beneath him as his hips snap to the beat. He stops, then kicks off, rolling backwards before looping around.

Celedyn skates along the front row, feet weaving effortlessly as he twists to swap from forwards to backwards and back again. He swoops to a stop next to Solinor, offering a sly wink and plucking at an edge of his beaded fringe dress, handing it to him.

Celedyn spins away from Solinor, the dress unraveling until he is left in just a teenty tinty pair of Fire Fest hot pants, a pair of fans tucked in the waist. He ruffles his fingers his own hair, sending a cascade of glitter over his toned body.

Celedyn has the sort of body that was meticulously sculpted for pure vanity rather than labor, abs tight and thighs flexing with each pump of his legs as he spins and shuffles, moving with an ease and fluidity that speaks to countless hours of practice.

Celedyn stops next to Ramuul and reaches into a barely functional absurdly small pocket. He pretends to pull out a compact, opening his hand like a clamshell to reveal glitter in his palm.

Celedyn applies it to his lips with the imaginary mirror before planting a kiss on Ramuul's cheek, leaving a shimmering stamp behind as he skates away.

Celedyn rolls up to Sana, takes a generous pinch of the glitter and sprinkles it overhead- dusting her in a gentle cascade of sparkles. He winks, his smile conspiratorial as he skates backwards to take center stage.

Celedyn pulls into a tight spin, subtle motions sending him faster and faster, until he lifts a leg up and lets the momentum carry him on a single skate.

Without warning, he reaches for the fans at the back of his waist and snaps them open, releasing an absolute TIDAL WAVE of glitter over the crowd.

Celedyn laughs, unrepentant as he skates along the edge of the audience, making sure every member gets a dusting. The high elf cartwheels, one leg leading the other, then catching up at the apex to clack his roller skates together as they burst into flame.

Celedyn glides, leaving trails of flame in his wake. They show up in tidy little braids as his skates weave and his hips pump, body glitter reflecting the warm tones of the fire, almost making it look like the high elf himself is ablaze.

Celedyn tosses his fans out into the crowd, winking to their new recipients. At center stage, his legs part wide then come together, drawing out a flaming heart with him in the center as he presses manicured fingertips to his lips and blows a kiss.

Celedyn rocks up onto the toes of his skates before pushing off, arching backwards into a flip as those long legs part wide, tumbling over to land in the splits. He lifts his hands up, shamelessly demanding the adulations of the crowd.

Celedyn pushes himself up as if to stand, but the roller skates simply… well… roll, dropping him back into the splits. His brow furrows as he tries, fails, and tries again before giving up with a little huff and reaching to grab the brass pole.

<< Hot in Herre (SILO x Dallas Canton Remix) by Nelly >>

Pole? What pole? When did it get here? Who set it up? Who knows. Not you. Because you were distracted by a shirtless elf in hot pants and roller skates. That’s what they call ‘The Prestige.’

Celedyn grins and uses the dance pole to smoothly pull himself to his feet. He reaches overhead to grip it as his hips snap in time to the tempo, left, right, then one long leg sweeps up overhead to kick the pole, showering the high elf in sparks.

Celedyn spins himself around the pole, whipping to pick up speed until he launches himself up into a spin. His long legs swing, spread, and kick, leaving comet trails in their wake as he uses their momentum to sail around the pole.

Celedyn steadies himself, holding his body parallel to the pole, legs swaying as though skating weightlessly through the air. While it looks effortless, his body tells another story, muscles tight as a single drop of sweat snakes between his shoulder blades.

Celedyn returns to the ground, wafting his hands towards himself. He really should have kept those fans. The high elf rocks his hips side to side as he considers how to cool down, then casts a sly look to the crowd and tucks his thumbs into his waistband.

With a little shimmy the shorts are stripped away. It’s hard to tell exactly where the crystal covered fabric ends and rhinestoned skin begins, but very little is left to the imagination.

Celedyn lifts up one leg, stretches the booty shorts over the end of his skate, and slingshots them into the audience.

With a toothy grin and gleeful little giggle, Caythaes jumps to their feet and loudly gasps, "I didn't know there would be STRIPPERS at this BURLESQUE show!! Think of the children!!" They quickly pull off their own tabard, leaving them nearly as clothed as Celedyn, and throw it at his head before plopping back down into their seat.

Celedyn stands with a laugh before the tabard tossed by Caythaes falls over him. He tugs it off his head with a huff that quickly melts into mischief. He takes a deep, dramatic sniff of the cloth, looks briefly starstruck, then grabs it in his teeth.

Celedyn swings his legs in heavy pendulous swoops, showers of sparks arcing as he scales the pole one swing at a time. Upon reaching the top, he grips it between his thighs, shuffling about with the tabard, mounting it like an aggressively pink flag.

Celedyn leans back, spine arcing until he is laying against the pole. Upside down, he smiles brightly to the crowd, a fine sheen of sweat showing that his chest heaves as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

Celedyn suddenly plummets!

Celedyn clamps his strong thighs, stopping the fall mere inches from hitting his pretty face. He beams brightly as he reaches up to set his palms on the ground, pushing up to a handstand before his long legs part into the splits.

Celedyn tumbles forward to his feet, springing back to the pole for one last spin before he leaps back onto the shaft, gripping it as he sweeps his whole body up and holds it at an angle, one long leg fully extended, and one tucked in for his final pose.

Celedyn lowers himself, panting and smiling. He curtsies to the left, curtsies to the right, then turns right around to face absolutely no one as he takes a low bow before skating away.

@mekandawn @twosidedsana

[tristayranambrosio]

Chills

Bars of music staff like manacles about my wrists and ankles keeping me still, the turn of time, the twist of fate, the weight of copper-autumn silk streaked with starlight silver has me in thrall. I see my hand caress his throat trace patterns I have kissed and collared then yanked tight. His voice is like a caress, intimate despite the crowd I share this with and its -ALIVE- with power... It awakes the already stoked embers in me into wildfire. Like kerosene, like gasoline, like fires born so hot they burn in the heart of the stars… And yet it’s the chills… gooseflesh running up and down my arms as if I was plunged into the glacial oceans of furthest north that have me reeling... Each string he plucks and note he sings walk along my skin and leave me breathless gasping aching… my hands forget themselves as I mirror the magenta hued likeness of their calluses and I imagine the tap of his pulse beneath my palm, the way his voice would tremble under my fingers and the way each passing lyric is like another flame wrought chill through me. The ropes bite tight into the skin and leather, suspending my thought and somehow in their oppressive binding I see him free… I see the release and surrender that comes not in denial or restraint… but in the lack of it. His voice crescendos into the bridge, the instruments accompany him in this triumph of the contradiction. Bound… but Free… On Fire but Frozen. The need and the longing, juxtaposed by the way he captivates us all, and leaves us the ones spellbound as the shadows swallow him whole. The party continues… The glitter covers the floor… The music has seized hold of me and I am ablaze with every need there is to touch and inspire this same cold heat in others. I am alive, ablaze, awake, because you give me Chills. 

@daily-writing-challenge

[chillidari]

Come watch me at the World's Faire Carnival

Saturday, at around 8 MG time.

[straightouttatheashes]

After Dark I - Pheonix

Phe’s performance for the Succulent Tart’s After Dark I

MUSIC HERE This performance contains NSFW themes! 

“If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite. But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”  Draped across a golden throne, Pheonix crosses a leg over the other as she inspects her nails - biting her lip as she catches that a certain member in the crowd has their eyes on her. “Scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” She smirks and winks at them. “But maybe that’s baby that’s the thing that I -”

Pheonix swings her legs over to the side, pushing herself up from her throne and taking a ‘boss bitch’ stance. “I don’t run in a pack, I like it solo.” A jut of her hip and a mischievous glance would kick the music into gear. “My blood is singing glitter and gold.” A well placed heel as she struts down the stage towards the audience, flicking her hair as the lights catch the glistening jewelry on her barely-there sheer bra. Delicate chain jewelry accentuates each curve of her body, mini crystal beads strung to loosely caress her little hip-dips.

“And if I want it, I take it. I bare my teeth and claim it.” She pauses right in front of an audience member, tilting her head to size them up, almost looking down upon them in an assertion of dominance. “And you don’t have to like it but it’s still gonna be me who’s in control.” Leaning down she places her finger underneath their chin to make them look up at her, grinning as she flashes them a little fang and a challenging look. Pushing them back, she gives a little playful sway of her hips as she moves on.

“Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black and the stars light up your soul.” This time, someone else would be under her powerful gaze as Pheonix stops to rake her fingers through their hair, a slight tug to make their head tilt back to look up at her. “Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black.” She smirks, and bites her lip. “And the stars light up your soul.” 

She leans in close as the music slows, her lips parting ever so slightly, teasing them with the intention of a kiss. Before her lips could ghost theirs, she grins and pushes them forward - letting go of their hair. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” She glances back at them and winks. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”

Pheonix suddenly pushes up against Jacqques, pinning them to the pillar they were standing at. “Let me drink your light…” Her lips barely caress their neck as her body presses up against theirs. “Let me drink your light….”  She allows them to put their hands on her just for a moment, before grabbing their wrist and grinning. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.”

She winks, before dropping their wrist with a playful sneer. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.” Stepping back from them and hopefully leaving them wanting more, Pheonix continues sauntering her way through the crowd. “Let me drink your light.” She glances to another audience member and firmly grips her chest as a tease, letting out a little moan. “Let me drink your light.” Smirking, she juts her hip out to slap her thigh before moving on.

With each beat, Pheonix’s heels clack across the ground, each step accompanied by a sway of her hips. Anyone with their eyes on her are free to look and lust over her if they so please. Hardly anything is left to the imagination - with the sheer fabric of her bra allowing full visibility to her pierced nipple. Bold lingerie is the only thing keeping her from complete nudity - each strap fitting perfectly to hug the curve of her body. Her tattoos glow softly against the darkness of the room - the dim lighting giving the tavern an incredible sensual and sexual atmosphere.

Phe pushes a few empty drinks to the side so she can sit up on the table, crossing her leg over the other, winking at those in the seats. She scans over the people at the table, before settling on Ranek and swinging herself around to straddle their waist, body pressed against theirs as she settles in their lap. Hips begin to roll as she runs her hands through her hair, over her chest, down her stomach and then her nails move up their body - parting their shirt forcefully as she leans forward to press a kiss to their neck, followed by a little bite as a tease. Moving her head back, Pheonix drapes her arms over their shoulders - allowing them to sit back and enjoy this little lap dance she gives them. Her fingers run through their hair, curling and gripping so she could give their head a little tug back. Leaning in once more, she barely touches her lips to their neck, before she pats their cheek with a wink, letting go and dismounting from their lap.

“It wasn’t merely fate that got me this throne.” She gestures to the golden throne on the stage as she lays down on her back, sprawling out on the table, as if posing for a risque painting. “I’ve got a taste for power and bone.” A little gasp as she runs her hands down her thighs. “And if I crave it, I chase it.” She rolls her hips, body following as she sits up only for her movement to flow smoothly onto her knees - legs parted as she beckons to another. “I hunt it down and slay it. And I don’t gotta say it -” Biting her lip, she rolls her hips again - though the look in her eye is definitely someone issuing a challenge to try and tame them. “But you don’t want me provoked.”

Pheonix flicks her head, hair swishing as she slowly gets to her feet, a show of ass as she goes from a dip to anyone near by. She is absolutely flaunting what she has. “Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black, and the stars light up your soul.” Now standing on the table, she runs her hands down her body again - attention snapping to someone else as she winks. “Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black.” Blowing them a kiss, she plants a heel firmly on an empty chair. “And the stars light up your soul.”

She slowly gets down from the table, caressing the head of another onlooker as she moves past. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” She playfully sneers at them, gnashing her teeth slightly in a little bite. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”

“Let me drink your light.” Pheonix leans down to them, whispering in their ear. “Let me drink your light…” As she does so, her fingers trail down the side of their face, and under their jaw - tilting their head slightly. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite…” She smirks as she moves away. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”

Pheonix gives the audience a chance to let their eyes wander over her soft backside now, as she heads back towards her golden throne. With each sway of her hips, she knows she has eyes on her, and she’s clearly enjoying the attention. Even with the large claw-marks at her side on display, Pheonix radiates confidence - her dominating presence tonight perhaps just a peek into what she could be like behind closed doors.  “Let me drink your light.” She glances over her shoulder and gives a very sultry smirk to the crowd. “Let me drink your light.”

Pheonix approaches her throne, sitting down and facing her crowd. Her leg crosses over the other in time to the beat of the music, before she uncrosses that leg and swivels - legs lifted in time to arc over before parting completely, not leaving much to the imagination besides the underwear that covered the ‘real treasure’. Leaning forward, Pheonix slowly runs a hand along her thigh, and slowly down her leg - eyes on the audience as she performs her enticing display.

She parts her lips slightly voice carrying smoothly as she slowly moves to pose on her throne ever so luxuriously. “I’m a sick maniac, with fire for soul.” Her hands run through her hair as she arches her back. “But I feel alive, my other side is now in control.” The music only allows her a brief pause to continue to arch over backwards, sliding off the throne as her palms plant themselves on the floor, controlling herself into a back walk-over - a display of how flexible she can be.

Pheonix winks at the audience as she’s swiftly back onto her feet, assuming that ‘bad bitch’ stance again. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” A hand rests on her hip as she points to someone in the front row. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.” Bending forward, she curls her finger, beckoning them. “Let me drink your light. Let me drink your light.”

She suddenly drops to her knees, spreading them out and rolling her hips. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” A few tiny bounces with the music and she slides her hands forward to reach out and curl her hand towards them. “But maybe just, baby that’s the thing that I like.” She rolls onto her stomach, hips grinding sensually against the floor. “Let me drink your light.”

Pheonix rolls onto her side, biting her lip as if waiting for a lover to join her, . “Let me drink your light.” Her hand moves down her side, making sure to grip at the softer parts of her hips, as if imagining another’s hands in her place showing just how much they wanted her. “Let me drink your light.” Swinging her legs over in an arc, she turns away from the audience to push herself up onto her feet once more - making sure to give them one last view of that ass. Walking back up to her throne, she positions herself just as she had been at the start - a leg crossed over the other, chin resting on top of her hand as she flashes everyone with that signature lip bite and smirk.

[camliristarfallen]

Glitter & Ghouls 2023 Performance

The scene: 

A winter-dark forest, the trees are devoid of leaves, their trunks a stark black against the snow that swirls around them. The sky is equally bleak; thick, gray clouds loom overhead, heavy with yet more snow just waiting to fall. A silver slice of the moon occasionally peaks through those ominous clouds, emitting just a sliver of light here and there. 

From behind one of the trees a figure appears. A mystical Fae, dressed in darkened leather and fur, camouflage in the sparse light from the moon. The figure is tall and willowy, with fiery red hair, large blue eyes, and wings of the shearest gossamer in tones of gold, black and gray. 

In her hand, the fae carries a lantern, its golden light creating a diminutive circle of brightness around the individual. The faerie’s wings sparkle in the light from the lantern, revealing just how thin and delicate they are. It’s almost unbelievable that such frail looking wings could carry the fae very far, even with as lithe as she is, but as the scene unfolds, they do just that.

As a haunting piano melody starts, she spreads her wings and flutters between the trees, holding the lantern out to light her path. Beneath her, the snow swirls and billows in the wake of her flight. Fresh, downy flakes make their way down between the trees, erasing any evidence of the faerie’s existence. What could have brought her out on a night like this?

After a short flight, the faerie comes across a clearing, not big enough to be a farm, but there is a cabin and some raised flower beds on the far side of the clearing. A short path of worn stone, the kind that would feel smooth and warm beneath your feet in summer, leads to the cabin. The cabin itself looks abandoned; no lights shine in the windows, the door hangs askew in its frame, a few of the windows are broken, there is peeling paint and missing tiles from the roof as well. Upon closer inspection of the area, it would seem it has been vacant for quite some time. The flowers and crops in the beds are shriveled and dried, some of the stones around them have slipped out of place, the once vibrantly green grass is brown, as if starved for water. 

The faerie pauses just outside the clearing, resting a hand on the broken down fence that circles the area. She tips her head to the side, like a cat listening for mice in a barn. Her large, luminous eyes take in the small expanse, scanning for anything out of place. After standing completely still for a few long moments, she seems satisfied that she is alone there. 

Instead of flying to the cabin, she creeps closer on silent feet, her boots making diminutive indentations in the snow on the stepping stones. Her free hand hovers over a small dagger sheathed on her belt. She seems overly cautious, especially given it’s the dead of night, in the frigid winter. Breath plumes out in front of her as she breathes, a small, white cloud that moves almost as slowly as she does. Quick eyes dart back and forth, still scanning for any threat. 

Finally, she reaches the cabin, and peeks inside one of the windows, staying as still as she can as she takes in the interior. Satisfied that nothing lurks inside, she carefully pushes the door open. The hinges are rusted and seem to scream in protest, a sound made even louder given the hush of the glade, the quiet of the snowy, glittering night. She cringes and goes completely still, on high alert, peering into the woods beyond the homestead, wings up and ready to fly at a moment’s notice. 

Silence won out as the fae listened, and she discreetly made her way into the cabin, leaving the door open to maintain the peace around her. Snow swirled around her ankles, fanning out on the floor of the deserted interior. Taking meticulously planned out steps, the faerie moved to a large cabinet that sat in one corner of the single room. It was old, solid, worn wood, extremely heavy, and had a magical lock on it.

Glancing around once again to ensure she was alone, the faery chanted a spell, her fingers glowing radiantly in the stygian room. Anxiously, she pulled the door open, taking a leather-bound book off of a shelf within. Like the lock on the door, the book was enchanted, she the fae once again recited a spell. As she intoned the spellwork, the book itself glowed blue, and opened on its own, flipping to the last used page. 

The page where her human lover was supposed to write the instructions for her to follow so that they might leave their homeland together, and escape the oppression they were sure to face for their union. As the pages settled, her anticipation and hope rapidly dissipated when she read what was on the page. 

“We found him. You’re next.”

A shriek of despair caught in her throat, but, somehow, she forced it down owing to the fact that it would certainly be enough to bring the guards and rangers charging down on the little homestead. The once warm, safe cabin that she had shared many a night with her lover, whom she had met at a market. They had ate, drank, cuddled, slept, and dreamed of a life free of persecution, banishment, and possibly even death. A union such as theirs was forbidden, and had been for decades. 

Silently, the faerie put the book away, and re-locked the door to the cabinet. Thoughts spun in her head like the snowflakes that swirled on the floor of the cabin. She knew there was a chance that they would be caught before they fled, they hadn’t exactly been careful the last few months. But… Maybe he was still alive. They could have taken him captive. It was possible… 

Deep in her heart she knew he was dead. She turned, and leaned her back against the cabinet, dropping her head in her hands, letting the tears that had gathered in her eyes fall, as she tried to stop the sobbing. How long she sat there she did not know, she would sit there for the rest of her life if she wanted to. 

However, a sound from outside stirred her from her dismal thoughts. It was a small sound, the soft whisper of leather against stone, a foot moving as soundlessly as possibly towards her. Her heightened sense of hearing picked up the barely perceptible scrape of the boot, and she knew she was caught. They had been lying in wait for her. 

Panic threatened as she tried desperately to think of a way out. The cabin had only one door, but there was a set of narrow windows along the back, perhaps she could shimmy her way out of one. She moved, her near preternaturally-quiet movements making the snow whorl around her feet as she moved to the window. Digging her fingers in under the sil, she pushed upwards, but nothing happened; the window was painted shut. She ventured to the other window and tested it as well, but this one was nailed shut. 

She whirled around to face the door, shadows now moving outside in the pale moonlight. It had stopped snowing, but the air had turned bitter cold, freezing the top of the snow so that it crunched beneath booted feet. Terror flooded her veins, making her blood thrum in her ears, deafening her for a moment. There was a chance she could outrun them, being fae, she was lighter, faster, and had wings, but she had to be able to get outside first.

Dashing for the door, she held her hands out in front of herself and whispered another spell, this one flinging a ball of frozen arcane energy at the wooden barricade hanging haphazardly in the door frame. The old wood exploded into splinters and she sprinted through, foolishly thinking it would catch the humans outside off guard. 

But it did not. 

Armed men surrounded the clearing, some with bows and arrows, others with guns. Those the faerie might be able to outrun, or fly upwards fast enough to be out of range. Unfortunately, they had come prepared; in their midst was a sorcerer, a tall, lean elf with long, protruding ears, dressed in heavy woolen robes. He scowled at her as she emerged from the cabin, giving a barely perceptible shake of his head, as if he was sorry, or ashamed, of what he was about to do.

She crouched, preparing to spring up from the snow-slicked ground and into the sky, but, without warning, it was as if her breath had been stolen from her. She clawed at her throat, gasping to try to pull the frigid air into her lungs. But it was for naught, she felt herself becoming light headed, and dropped her hands, sinking to her knees. 

The faerie felt other magic coiling around her to keep her still as one of the human men, perched upon a golden horse, gave an order to the others. He did not speak her language, but she knew what the order meant; a death sentence. Hysteria rent through her again, and, although she still could not draw a full breath, she raised her hands and mumbled another spell, hoping it would carry her far enough away from the sorcerer that she could leap into the stone gray sky.

It did propel her forward, away from the sorcerer’s spell that gagged her, but not enough so that she could get free. She sprang up to her feet and started to run towards the other end of the clearing, desperate to be away from here. At the moment she was almost there, poised to vault over the fence and become airborne, she heard his voice, he said her name, and asked her to stop. 

She had no choice. 

Turning, the faerie faced her true love, who was bound with chains around his wrists and ankles, and sported a black eye and busted lip, his beautiful blue eyes clouded with anguish and surrender, his soft, blond hair caked with dirt and blood, and she knew, they would die together. 

Because in the end, nothing else mattered.

[turning-through-the-never]

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[wishfaux]

Fire Fest 2023 - I2I

Fog begins to creep in from the sides of the empty staging area, and a familiar smoke screen rises up in the background. ‘HELLO FIRE FEST’ flickers through the smoke through a trick of reflecting light which adds to the growing anticipation of the oncoming performance. Bright, neon lights soon flicker through the smoke, illuminating the stage with a spectacular array of the full rainbow. Soon the words twitch and replace themselves with pounding font, almost like a countdown. ‘ARE’. ‘YOU’. ‘READY…’.

Spotlights flicker up on either side of the stage, symmetrically swirling around to frantically put on a beautiful display of lights. The smoke screen in the back flickers through the vibrant rainbow of colours, the font changing again in the same countdown sequence. A low rumble vibrates the ground surrounding the performance area as if something huge is coming. ‘....TO’. ‘DANCE?’. As those words fade away, the ever-traditional ‘FIRE FEST 2023’ takes its rightful place on the backdrop, but this time the words fade in and out with the same thing spoken in every language known in Azeroth. A sure-fire welcome to every inhabitant!

“Every year, I sing a song about those I love, so this year, this song is about YOU. Yes, you! So get up and celebrate with me, Fire Fest!”

A noise starts to build up, surrounding the audience with that same, familiar vibrating sensation, something is certainly coming! Without warning, those flailing lights lock onto the center where a pillar erupts from center stage. The loud drop of synth-style music vibrates the ground yet again. From the light rises a familiar, very tiny fox, dressed in glittery whites and golds, absolutely glimmering from the spotlights on him. For those that have never seen Kou, he’s certainly small even compared to his fellow Vulpera, yet his stage presence is larger than life. For once, he’s facing the audience upon his arrival and even offers a wink of greeting, his head equipped with a small microphone that auto-translates his words to every viewer’s personal native language. What a nifty little magic gadget! “YEEAAAAAAAEEEEEAAAAAAAH!”

Kou lifts a paw up to wave to the audience before paws start to clap. “HEY YEAH! FIRE FEST WHERE YOU AT?!” He calls out, beaming with a smile. The pop-lock motions of his arms and feet dance through the light, letting that waving arm be pulled down in motion. “I got myself a notion~ And one, I know that you’ll understand! We set the world in motion~ by reaching out for each other’s hand!” As he sings with fervour, Kou pushes a hand toward the audience, fingers splayed wide with a sweeping motion of his arm from side to side as if offering it to take.

The fox clenches that fist after to bring it back, twirling in a pivot to spin around to let his large, fluffed tail sweep and add in that beautiful dance motion. Gracefully, his feet plant firmly onto the ground after, patting his chest right above his heart. “Maybe we’ll discover what we should have known all alooooong! Yeah!” Bouncing with his knees to the rhythm, one foot kicks up and the other soon follows to glide across the stage in an upbeat walk. “One way or another, together’s where we both belooong~.” He coos out those lyrics, leaning toward the front row while walking back, the other way to sprinkle a bit of glitter as he passes by.

Kou returns to the center of the lights with a small shimmy of his hips but with an energetic jump, the moment he lands on his feet, two purple rockets shoot up on either side of the stage in a glittery explosion! “If we listen to each other’s heart! We’ll fiiind we’re never too faaar apart and maaaaaybe love is the reason why!” He sings with all of his might, bouncing as arms wave up and down to hype the crowd and join him. A shimmer of magic forms from his fingers and with an arching motion of a hand across and over him, a rainbow shoots through the light show above him, cascading down in flecks of glitter paint all over his fur, soaking his clothes in all colours of the rainbow above. “For the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye~.”

He smiles brightly and bounces to the edge of the stage from his spot to flop down and sit, kicking a leg up and across the other so that his elbow can rest on the knee. Looking out across the audience, the tiny fox sways to the thunderous synth, drawing in a deep breath. “If a wall, should come between us, too high to climb, too hard to break through…” With a wink, two tall pillars of purple flame erupt behind him, blazing in time with the beat. “I know that looove will lead us, and find a way to bring me to you~.”

With a twist of his midsection, Kou rolls to push off of the stage edge in a playful flip, landing it with a well-timed bounce. A pivot on his heel follows with the momentum, skipping to one edge of the front row. “So don’t be in a hurry, think before you count us out, oh~!” Golden glitter swirls along his feet, lifting the little Vulpera up so the crowd doesn’t tower over them. Cheerfully, he dashes across the front of the audience with his small paw out, high-fiving as many as he can in one graceful swoop. “YOU don’t have to worry! I won’t ever let you dooown!” Kou takes the time to blow a kiss, jumping back toward the stage to stand between the pillars of purple fire.

Kou motions to either side of himself at the fire pillars as two silhouettes that match his form appear dancing within the flames. At the same time, he reaches into the fire to grab the matching paws within to take their hands, igniting the shadows in magic. The fire itself spreads, running up his arms to consume his entire body but without any hint of pain, it seems the theatrics are simply illusionary magic! With a pull of his arms, he conjures the shadowy foxes to join him from the flames that fade away from his own body. Both foxes that step out from the fire may look like Kou, but they’re clearly sporting their own stylish designs of clothing. All three pause to look at each other briefly in confusion and surprise, even glancing at the audience a moment in shock!

The Fox nods to his clones, motioning toward the audience with his head, visually attempting to convince them to dance along. The one on his right side nods in agreement, however, the one on his left seems to look distracted..! Enough that they turn around to watch the light show behind the trio. Kou nods his head, bouncing a few times in place before he finally sings out again, leading into another pop-lock of his arms. “If we listen to each other’s heart, we’ll find we’re never too far apart~!” The three foxes look nearly symmetrical in their dance–! Wait– is Left Fox dancing backward? Their arms just sort of flail about, but they are trying their best. Kou taps their arm to get them to turn back around, which is done with some luck, but they’re certainly too stage-shocked to keep up. ”And maybe love is the reason why, for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye~.”

Kou and the clone to his right pause to watch Left Fox flail around in their own little world until both start to laugh. Kou shakes his head, motioning toward the audience - both clones ignite in a blur of rainbows and sparkles, shooting toward the gathering to weave in between the guests, splattering glitter in their wake. Waving the pair off, Kou claps his hands together to the beat, prancing in a circle of excitement.

“FIRE FEST! HOW WE DOIN’ OUT THERE TONIGHT?!”

“Every year I ask you to sing with me, and you should know the lyrics by now, so are you ready?!”

A hand lifts up into the air to show his pinky outstretched. “We have friends who maybe can’t hear my voice here tonight, so help me sing for them, too! We’re in this together, so lift your pinkies out, then turn your hand to make a two with your fingers, and turn it again for the i!” Demonstrating the swiveling motion of his wrist to spell I-2-I, stairs begin to rise up on the shifting stage behind him.

“I think we’re seein’ it–!” 

“SEEIN’ IT!–”

“Yeah, everybody’s seein’ it–!”

“Love is why we’re seein’ it–!”

Kou cheers loudly, letting out a sharp whistle for his clones to return from their running amok. Swirling around his form, it’s almost as if the power of the cheering and singing has ignited the fox’s magic even further! Golden sparkles swirl around his body, lighting up in flame once more while his arms lift up to form his own silhouette in the dancing flames. Both Left and Right Fox return to the stage to flank the swirling flames, both seeming far more in sync than previously before. They watch with an intent gaze, both lifting their hands out toward the fire to reach for the same paws that brought them to life.

Kou‘s paws are pulled from the flame, revealing shimmering black latex gloves accented with gold claws. As the fire swirls down off of him and retreats to his feet, Kou emerges in a new set of clothes. The tight dark booty shorts and thigh highs are on full display as the once gold and white outfit is replaced with deep reds, golds, and black with fiery motifs. The tight corset annunciates his body to a curvy, softened look to it, even the boldened makeup around his eyes is darker and more pronounced.

He takes the time to spin both of his clones, drawing in a deep breath to hit out a bellowing set of notes, it’s a bit of a surprise such vocals can come out of such a tiny creature. “IF YOU’RE EVER LOOONELLLLY! STOP!” He commands, causing all three foxes to pause in mid-movement, each paused in a unique pose. “You don’t have to be! After all, it’s only a beat away from you to meee~.” As he sings, the trio walks forward to the front of the stage, each step in perfect sync with one another and still hand-in-hand.

“Take a look insiiiide and see!”

All three foxes raise their right hand up, letting them slowly fall down as they begin to sing in harmony together. “If we listen to each other’s heart! We’ll find we’re never too far apart!” Just as the words are sung, an eruption of fireworks ignites across the stage, accenting the key shift and unison of the dancers on stage. Bouncing with their knees, one arm from each mimics the motion before they snap-kick a leg out in the rather whimsical choreography. All three jump again to click their heels in the air! With a graceful landing, the trio follows up the footwork with an arching swing of their arms, reaching across themselves before following through with a large circular motion. “And maybe love is the reason why! For the first time ever we’re seein’ it–!” All three point out to the audience in search of the answer, bobbing their heads to the beat!

Kou  lifts his arms, popping his hips from side to side to the beat, audibly laughing from enjoying himself on the stage with the pair of clones who playfully dance with him on the stage. “Whoaaah, for the first time!” Chirping out the lyrics, the small set of foxes all spin together, feeding off the shared energy, as well as the crowd vibe. “For the first time, we’re seeing it–!” Once more, the trio points toward the crowd, cheering them on to join in. “Eye to eye!!” A hand reaches up all the while, once more spelling out I-2-I in the hand choreography.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH we’re seein’ it–!”

Kou spins around in his spot, the pivot is followed through with a graceful shimmy of his hips and a jump that is landed by dropping down to his knees. A last set of fireworks shoot off, causing the ‘FIRE FEST 2023’ in the smoke screen to switch to ‘LOVE IS LOVE’. The final note of the synth hits and fades away, rendering the three to strike their final dynamic posing together with Kou pushing his arms upward and both Right and Left Fox arching their limbs to form a heart between them.

“THANK YOU FIRE FEST! WE LOVE YOU!!”

Kou stands, taking Right Fox and Left Fox’s paws with his own, guiding the three to bow together as one. In the midst of the bow, flames erupt around them, swirling across the stage to help them vanish, leaving the sparkly mess clean once again!

[ultimatewowdursgate]

What if you had never met the Tarts? Do you think your life would be vastly different?

"Oh my, things would be so very different. And so much worse! The tarts have helped me get out of my shell and even though I have a way to go I would hardly have taken even the first steps without my friends in the group."

Kaz looked sad as he pondered.

"Things were rather lonely before the group. All very calm, meditative and serene, but I was certainly missing out on a lot of fun, relaxation and friendship."

He smiled as he finished with;

"I'm definitely glad I live in this world and not that what if one!"

[noonmutter]

Relaxation

DWC November 2022 Day 1: Instinct/Neglect

Waking up under a pile of bodies was a lot nicer when the bodies were warm. It wasn't an observation Fate had been expecting to make when she woke up, but she'd had a lot of unexpected things happen to her in the last 24 hours. Acting almost entirely on instinct seemed to be working in her favor, which was nice. Could've done without the dead-arm, though. Even when they were tiny, soft-skinned little things, they were always heavy enough to put her arm to sleep. One of the few constants of life.

Consistency seemed like it was going to be one of those rare treasures in her life for the foreseeable future. Everywhere she looked was something new, from huge things like new empires to little--well, relatively little--things like languages. It was enough to catch her drifting off while she tried to process the world around her every few minutes, if she wasn't careful.

Two elves and three dracthyr walked out of a bar...I wish I were better at jokes. There's definitely a joke to be made here.

She could really only be amused. She'd expected to see a few of her kin at the Tarts' performance thing, but she definitely hadn't expected to see actual frickin' dragons. Especially not one shaking his ass and making everyone in the crowd--herself included--jealous of a chair. Suggesting such a thing back on the island would've gotten her reprimanded for being disrespectful. Here? Oh, well, here the dragons hit on you. Or threw glitter at you. Or introduced you to a bunch of their saucy little friends, who then hit on or threw glitter at you or both...

Fate hadn't been familiar with the other dracthyr she'd met last night, but being at least the same species made things a touch less awkward than with the elves. She had to give the elves credit, though, they were very good at crashing right through the awkward. She was just shy of comfortable around most of them within an hour. That didn't happen to Fate very often, even in her own creche. She was honest enough with herself to admit that if she hadn't gone entirely of her own volition, she'd probably have felt too pressed to relax, and bugged out after the first performance.

Instead, she was getting her thoughts interrupted by a quiet snore from the smaller dracthyr who'd rendered her right arm unusable, and basking in the body heat from the others. Fate smiled to herself and closed her eyes again. She'd always had a weakness for the little ones, even if she did normally crave something bigger. Four little ones--several of whom had a hell of a lot of talent, holy shit these Tarts--did an awful lot to sate that need, though.

Once the others woke up, she decided, she'd like to see about another round. And then, perhaps, she'd get in touch with the green--Jackary?...yes, Jackary--about that job offer. Obviously the orgies weren't guaranteed all the time, and she knew that, but it was certainly a damn good opening volley.

And she was terrible at resisting temptation.

( @daily-writing-challenge @jackarychaoti for mention )

[dicenne]

DICENNE'S 2024 FIRE FEST SHOW Dedicated to his late wife and son

A small dust devil skitters haphazardly around the stage, pausing briefly near the front before dissipating and is carried off by a gust of wind. In its wake, a familiar man who’s entire right side is covered in red runic tattoos is left front and center. He’s curled up into the fetal position, seemingly protecting two nearly melted candles whose wax has since dribbled down and pooled out around them as if they had been there for some time. The man himself is donning a simple pair of black dance shorts and appears to be covered head to toe with some sort of slick, shiny substance that has a bit of a sparkle to it. That same shiny substance also appears to be coating the entire stage area as well.

Every now and then when the light catches it at the correct angle, one may be able to see a pair of nearly transparent straps wrapped around the man’s right wrist, about two inches in width. The slack of the straps lead centerstage and then lift up into the air and are attached to some sort of unseen contraption. Aerial straps, for those familiar with aerial dance.

The sudden drumbeat stirs the man from his stillness, glowing teal eyes crack open to greet the audience before they focus on the candles nearby as he sits up. There’s a small glimpse of limbo in his countenance; the type when one first wakes, the mere instant before reality catches up when everything seems peaceful for that one brief moment. Tranquility abruptly gives way to truth and the somberness is quick to settle in as he kisses his fingertips and then presses them against the ground just before his makeshift memorial.

The slack from the aerial straps draws taut, pulling his arms overhead as he allows himself to be dragged to the middle of the stage and raised to his feet by the one arm. There’s no fight in him, just a dull, lifeless gaze fixated upon the burning candles. Once he’s fully lifted from the ground, he gradually tucks his body up into the fetal position once more, spinning languidly and listlessly before he’s lowered to the stage.

Dicenne unfurls his body and stretches those strong legs out as the straps pull tight again and elevates him just enough so the length of his body hovers about half a foot from the ground. The only part of him touching the stage are both feet as he walks himself around in a wide circle; free arm gracefully reaching above his head as fingers repeatedly curl up and down in a wave motion.

The strap once more lifts him, now poised with one foot on the ground, the other pointed off to the side. With the aid of his outstretched arm and leg, he swivels himself around on the grounded foot to give himself momentum as he’s hoisted into the air, twirling rapidly. He positions his chest towards the sky while ascending higher and higher, legs spread, knees bent, and feet pointed downwards. Once he reaches the peak, legs agilely fan out and up, twisting his body until the arm attached to the strap is held against his lower back. From there, he straightens himself into a sideways plank. While he makes it look easy, the tightness and strain in his hardened physique suggests it is anything but.

He flares those muscular legs outwards during his descent, landing with a bit of a wobble in his knees as if he cannot quite hold himself up without the aid of his aerial straps. Taking a deep, steadying breath, the melancholic expression remains as eyes lift to the sky, seeking a flash of respite.

He drops his gaze to the flickering candles, the small bursts of wind and sand threatening to extinguish their dimming light. He reaches for them, stumbling in his steps forward and just as he’s about to fall, the strap yanks him into the air while legs still try to propel him forward as if he’s slowly running in place.

Dicenne's legs fan outwards, every movement he makes is deliberate and controlled. It is less about the flexibility and more about the pure strength it takes to achieve such fluidity and poise in every miniscule motion. He freezes briefly in a pike position with his head pressed to his knees all while freely spinning before shifting his body upside down, legs falling into an elegant stag split.

He releases the pose and delicately lowers himself back to firm ground. He stands mostly unassisted, considerably less wobbly even though a fragility persists in his solemn expression and body language. He removes the aerial strap loops from his right wrist and relocates them to his left as the gentle breeze blows a swirl of sparkly sand around him, sticking to his rugged frame . At this point, the two candles have nearly reached the end of their wicks, although with another soft gust of wind, a single spark is carried to the oily stage and with a soft *whomph*, the entire surface ignites with a thin layer of flame! Just before the heat can reach him, he’s yanked up into the air and away from danger.

He positions his body so the arm connected to the straps is once more constrained taut against his lower back as he holds his body parallel to the now extremely fiery ground. Legs twist nimbly, rotating himself upwards so the straps can fully encircle his torso. He repeats this process a few more times until he’s near the top of the apparatus with the straps coiled about his midsection four times.

It’s almost painful looking, the way his arm is squeezed against his back and the straps tightly dig into bare flesh. He endures it for only a brief moment before tilting his body to pivot the other direction. Both legs flare out to one side as he uncoils himself from the straps, rapidly spinning downwards all while skillfully holding himself parallel to the ground. When he reaches the end of the straps, he allows his legs to drop and toes skim through the crests of the flames. He’s quick to retract both extremities before any harm can be done, clearly uncertain and cautious.

He lifts the weight of his body using only the strength of his connected arm, legs stretching upwards to wrap around the straps above so he’s upside down. Tenderly, he extends his free hand towards the small flames, brushing his fingertips through the playful fire below. It doesn’t seem to hurt the man as he holds his alight fingers out in front of his face; instead worry gives way to determination as he extinguishes them with a puff of air. He turns himself right side up, legs safely tucked away from the blaze. There’s an instance of hesitation, but he remains resolute, regardless of his doubts.

Dice steels himself and haltingly sinks his legs within the inferno until he finds his footing atop the burning stage. The discomfort softens into concession and acceptance as the fire appears to not actually be bringing him any kind of obvious pain. He moves one of the aerial straps from his left wrist to his right, gripping it just above the loops in both hands. 

The music swells as he ascends towards the sky, body glistening with oil, sweat, and specks of shimmery sand that have affixed themselves to him. The light of the fire only further illuminates every contour of his muscular form, and with the tips of his toes now aflame, he stretches both arms out to his sides. He dips his head down, dexterously rolling forward again and again in order to get both straps wrapped about his biceps multiple times. The blaze spreads slowly upwards; over his calves, his knees, and his thighs all while he maintains this newfound fortitude.

At the top of the apparatus, he extends his arms out to either side, one foot pointed down to the fiery ground, the other knee bent and foot pointed behind him as he rotates in place with eyes surrendered to the sky above. The fire continues to creep up his torso, over his chest, and finally up his neck and over his head until he’s completely consumed by this roaring blaze! It’s quite the breath-taking and exquisite sight against the darkened sky as he lights up the entire area like a beacon.

He draws his conflagrant legs upwards, rotating upside down before fanning them apart into a center split with arms still extended to either side. Legs pull back together as he shifts his body into a plank position, perpendicular to the stage. With a kick of his feet, he twirls into a couple backward flips all while maintaining this perfect plank, unwrapping some of the straps from his arms. A trail of flame streaks around in circles following in his wake before he effortlessly stops himself, his ablaze physique frozen in tenacious suspension and presenting quite the stunning view. Arms extended and feet pointing to the ground, he’s lowered the remainder of the way, with eyes firmly shut.

The fire covering both man and ground seems to steadily subside, leaving wispy trails of white smoke dancing around one another as he removes both straps from his wrists. The tiniest bit of instability lingers while standing on his own, but the seasoned warrior endures. Once all the flame seems to have been snuffed out, only the sound of the wind and whipping sand remains. He exhales for what feels like the first time all performance and opens his eyes to reveal the brightly glowing yellow and orange blaze now captured within. Kneeling down, he kisses his fingertips, hesitating before he can touch them to the ground, and instead presses them to his chest above his heart with a bittersweet smile.

@succulent-tart

[celedyn]

After Dark 2023

Performance is intended for 18+ audiences. 

<< Problem by Natalia Kills>>

Celedyn makes the towering pair of high heels look easy as he saunters the perimeter of the stage clad in leather and lace. His makeup is colorful, dramatic, his eyes smoldering as his tongue runs flirtatiously over ruby lips.

Celedyn bends, sliding his hands up long legs, pants so tight that you could tell the high elf’s religion if he had one. The filigree of the shirt gives a peek at long gloves and a bare chest sparkling with body glitter beneath.

His blue eyes sweep over the audience before setting on %t, a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he fingers the lace of his low-cut shirt and saunters towards them.

Celedyn drops to his knees in front of %t and reaches for their hands, guiding them to either side of the fabric. His hands close over theirs and he gives a little wink before tearing the shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the floor.

Celedyn grins and sits back, letting his hands rub languidly over his own muscled chest, his physique so well-toned it is unmistakable vanity. The high elf's abs tighten as he rocks his hips, just swiffering the floorboards with his taint.

Celedyn blows %t a little kiss and then rolls back, popping gracefully up to his feet. He turns away, shrugging off what remains of his shirt to reveal long leather gloves, supple and fit precisely to the curve of his biceps.

Celedyn sets his feet into a wide stance, hips rocking to the beat. He gives a toss of his hair and casts a playful grin out into the crowd, letting his fingers slip along his waistband. It might be called teasing if it weren't all so shamelessly obvious.

Of COURSE they're tear-away pants; and with the sound of snaps bursting free, the high elf is suddenly stripped down to a pair of thigh high fishnets and what barely qualifies as the suggestion of a thong, studded in rhinestones and clinging to his hips by teeny tiny ribbons tied into a pair of bows. He gives his ass a slow, shameless sway as he saunters upstage to a chair, then pauses, pursing his lips. Something’s missing…

Celedyn looks off into the wings of the stage and his smile widens. He crooks a finger towards Ryland and bends to give the chair an inviting little pat.

Ryland doesn’t need to be asked twice. The Tart steps back onto the stage, giving the audience a waggle of his eyebrows as he makes his way to the chair, sitting nice and comfortably with an indulgent little stretch.

Celedyn struts an unhurried path around the chair, admiring the half elf like a piece of fine art. He stops in front of him and lifts one leg to place the high heel neatly between Ryland’s thighs, commanding his undivided attention.

Celedyn presses with his heel to tip the chair back on two feet, tilting it further and further until Ryland is forced to grab hold of his leg or topple right off. The high elf gives an approving smile at the touch as he lowers the chair back to the floor.

Celedyn turns and slides onto Ryland’s lap while rocking his hips to the beat. Already invited, the half elf lets his hands travel up Celedyn’s thighs, smoothing over his hips before approaching the ribbons that hold that insult of a thong in place.

Celedyn turns, twisting away from those grasping fingers as he seats himself across Ryland’s lap. His spine lifts in a dramatic curve as he kicks his heels up into the air, forcing the other man to abandon the ribbons and catch him before he falls.

Celedyn gives the half elf a teasing grin and uprights himself before standing to straddle his lap. He shakes his ass to the tempo, taunting as Ryland snatches for the ribbons in one attempt after another, like a cat swiping a bit of string.

Ryland finally leans forward and grabs two firm handfuls of Celedyn’s ass to pull him into his lap once more. The high elf laughs, rocking into him, pretending to not notice as those hands creep higher and higher towards victory.

Their eyes meet as Ryland takes hold of the pair of ribbons, holding the heated look between them for just a moment before he tugs the bows loose.

Just as the garment is snatched away, the lights suddenly cut, plunging the stage into darkness.

<<Put Your Graffiti On Me by Kay Graham>>

There is the soft shuddering sound of electricity as black lights flicker to life, bathing the audience and the stage in their dark glow.

Celedyn hasn’t moved, his form still visible as a shadow in front of the glow of Ryland’s t-shirt and faded denim. The high elf’s gloves and thigh highs are UV reactive while his hair glows in moonlit silver.

Celedyn turns his head, luminous blue eyes casting a glance over his shoulder. The UV reactive red of his painted lips curls with a mischief filled smile as he gives a teasing sway of his silhouetted hips.

Celedyn grabs hold of Ryland’s shirt, pulling him in close. His eyes flit over the half elf’s face, lips parted and lingering scant millimeters away. Celedyn smirks and then dips his head down, stamping a trail of neon kisses on his neck.

The glow of Celedyn’s fishnet stockings reveals he is sinking lower, down to his knees between Ryland’s thighs. He reaches out to rip the half elf’s shirt open, pressing his lips to the obscured flesh and leaving glowing kisses in his wake.

Celedyn leans forward to dip his palms into paint and reaches for the shadows of Ryland's torso. The sudden smears of UV reactive paint put his well-muscled chest on display; revealing the growing arch of his back as those kisses drop lower.

Ryland puffs and leans forward to dip his own hands into paint before reaching down to haul Celedyn up into his lap. The paint leaves bright slashes of color across the high elf’s upper back that drip slow trails down his spine.

Those drips sink lower and lower, swaying as the high elf moves to the tempo, dipping into the curve of his spine before rolling down the swell of that silhouetted ass.

Ryland gives his rear an appreciative squeeze before letting his hands return to Celedyn’s hips, letting the audience have a clear view as the high elf’s hips rock to the tempo, grinding himself needily into the half elf's lap.

Celedyn tips back, legs windmilling to swing over to one side before high heeled feet click neatly on the floor as he stands. He lets his fingertips drag along Ryland’s skin as he circles the other elf, leaving bright trails draped in their wake.

Celedyn rolls his hips seductively, smiling out at the crowd as one hand runs glowing paint from his sternum up to his throat. He licks at the tips of his fingers, the glow briefly held on his tongue before he swallows it down and turns back to Ryland.

Celedyn sets one high heeled foot on Ryland’s opposite thigh, repeating with the other to leave the high elf’s legs crossed neatly at the knees. Ryland reaches down, grabbing each ankle and dragging them apart, flipping Celedyn over.

Ryland tugs the legs further apart, drawing the high elf’s thighs up onto his hips. With a wicked smile he reaches down to tangle his fingers into Celedyn’s hair, grip tightening as he hauls him up onto his lap.

Celedyn writhes as Ryland leans in to bite his neck, breaking a paint pill and letting it drip neon down his chest. His breath can be seen quickening as the pair both rub paint into his skin, before one of his own hands dips down between his thighs.

Ryland's hand moves down to cover Celedyn's, giving him a rough squeeze while the other tightens its grip on his hair. He gives a firm pull, tugging the high elf into alignment for a heated kiss, lips meeting just as the lights shut out.

By the time the regular lights flutter on once more, Celedyn has collected Ryland’s torn shirt and wrapped the itty bitty bit of fabric around his hips. The pair grin, offering kisses, waves, and a bow to each before Celedyn minces off.

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Completed Raffles for the @succulent-tart's Fire Fest 2023!

One guild Enamel Pin Design for Misharas!

One Paper-Cut Cutie for Clenda!

And one Token Portrait for Alethu!

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Hey, hey! Long time no see~ Been to the After Dark show yesterday? Liked what you saw?