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[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

[spoks-illogical-art]

If you haven't watched Atlas and The Stars on yt yet please go and watch it, it's so GOOD

I drew Mattie, Vincent and Laionel as Katveon, and Tim and Ryland as Proselon from the series : D

(species belong to Mirandamations on twt/yt!)

[tamiisnthere]

I know that no one will care about my other OCs, but I would like to show these hooded dorks to you. 🥹💗 Some artworks are old, some are new.

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[jacelandon]

Jace sat on his bed and counted his earnings from the Faire with a pleased expression.  It had been an extremely lucrative week for him, making as much in one week as he would in a typical month, if not more, from busking alone. Most of it was gold, but he had also been gifted a few trinkets purchased at the Faire itself including a music box, a leather bound journal (with a comm number in it), and chimes made of bone. He almost appreciated the random gifts more, not having had much of a chance to peruse the booths himself.

Being a night owl had absolutely paid off. While there weren’t any actual scheduled events during the wee hours of the morning, those looking for something to do were always attracted to the sound of lively music. He would often draw in a crowd of drunken dancers and the occasional other musician to join him in an impromptu jam session. The people here clearly appreciated good music, or perhaps just something to do while everyone else slumbered. Then, he would typically find himself on the arm of some pretty or handsome thing and indulge in other types of fun until the sun came up.

This morning he had quietly slipped out of the tent of two Sin’dorei women he had met the night prior, stifling a laugh as he spotted their fourth doing the exact same thing. Ryland was, at least, a familiar face. The two clearly had quite a bit in common when it came to late night activities, and this wasn’t the first time they had found themselves in a tent together. “Do you remember their names?” Ryland murmured as the duo walked briskly away. “Did you ever get their names?” Jace grinned at his…friend? Were they friends? They hadn’t really shared much conversation, but he certainly felt in a cordial way towards the other man. Perhaps it was the endorphins still coursing through his body. Ryland simply shrugged and began to break off, giving a wave, “Until next time.” Jace offered a casual two-fingered salute, “Until then.”

He smirked at the recent memory, it had been a good night. A good week, no, an amazing week, and he was absolutely going to miss it. This place had been an absolute dream for him and he was looking forward to spoiling himself. The gold was safely locked away in his safe before he finally laid down for some sleep just as everyone else was beginning their day.

@rylandfalkov

[moshpitpuppyx]

x

[celedyn]

May DWC 2023

Day 7: Lover, Aftermath

(NSFW below the cut: strong sexual themes)

(Difficult to discern text is clarified in the * footnotes.)

All around him the music pounded, bodies in motion to its heavy, dominating beat. The flickering lights of the fire room danced over bare flesh that was bowed as people tangled themselves in one another. Across the room he could pick out the familiar swell of Cythion’s broad back, perfectly accessorized by the pair of hooves kicked up to rest on the kaldorei’s shoulders. It was good to see him having fun.

Celedyn pushed himself up to sit on the stage, enjoying the higher vantage point. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The night had progressed into full swing, the earlier drift of curious tourists and people who wanted just a little sample of what a spicier evening could look like had already wandered in for their bit of fun and then back out again and by now the people left in the room were those ready to play.

Well, maybe not that one. His eyes found Lance’s pale shape tucked in the shadowy corners, as delicately sculpted as a string of lilies of the valley and for all the world looking like he was determined to stay exactly where he was rooted. Maybe it was those curling horns that made him so stubborn... Or maybe he just liked to watch, the pretty little pervert.

A sudden flash of white hot pain shocked him out of his thoughts with a sharp yelp. He jolted, one hand moving to cover the fresh red stripe on his ass and twisted, his expression scandalized only to find Dice grinning down at him, the offending fire whip in hand. The sindorei’s voice was deep and unmistakably amused as he chastised the other elf “The stage is for performers only.”

“I AM a performer!” Celedyn shot back, with a huff. He gave a grand gesture that swept the length of his body up to proudly lifted chin “Everything about this is a performance.” He stuck out his tongue as he uncapped his bottle of water, taking a swallow to refresh his dignity. Out in the crowd he spotted Leon, his expression blissfully adrift as the woman he had left the Gilnean with finally lifted herself up enough to grant him fresh air. “You know, I think you’ve got the very best view in all of the room and here you are, refusing to share it!”

With another flick of the wrist and the heavy sound of leather dragging through air the bottle was gone from Celedyn’s hand. Not shattered, but snatched away by the sudden rush of heat from the fire whip. Dice caught it neatly, draining it as he sauntered to the front of the stage to return the empty vessel to the squinting elf. “The stage is for performances only.” His lips spread in a warm smirk as he rolled his weight to one hip, one brow arching. “So perform.”

Celedyn didn’t need anything more than the mere suggestion before he merrily snatched up the opportunity for attention, tucking one leg beneath himself to shift closer. He started in low, nose brushing at a knee, blue eyes flicking up to meet Dice’s face before his lips parted and he seductively dragged his tongue up a well muscled thigh. He only got half way through his swipe before the the taste struck him and he froze in place, eyes instantly showing regret.

Without hesitation, Dice covered for the pause, reaching down to take a stern grip on the high elf’s platinum locks. Contained laughter sparkled in his eyes “Not what you were expecting?”

Celedyn’s tongue was still out, remaining in place as though he’d stuck it to a frozen street light. “Ah thoud id would be thwead.” *

“Would sweat have been that much better?”

“Ah need the elegdrolides. Thome BILLAIN thtole muh dring!” **

Dice dragged him back with a warm chuckle as the high elf regretfully drew his tongue back into his mouth. Cele kept his face soft and rapt for the crowd, but the other elf could see the distaste in his intense, prolonged eye contact as he swallowed the mouthful of oil. 

Dice’s gaze slipped away just a moment before returning to watch Celedyn’s face. The sindorei’s voice was low, private “Are you sure you want to stay up on this stage? The performances get pretty heated.” His eyes held a deep, meaningful intensity as he watched the high elf’s face.

“If I leave right now I expect you to call the Kirin’Tor and have the sayaad taking my extraordinarily attractive form arrested immediately.” He grinned, but that stare remained. Celedyn paused, licking his lips before giving a simple, confident “Yes.”

So slight that it may be missed were the two not so close, a line of tension unknotted and relaxed in Dice’s shoulders. He stood up to his full height once more and looked out into the crowd, giving a subtle tip of his jaw before stepping away. 

Celedyn turned, blue eyes scanning over the room, trying to follow who the Sindorei had motioned to, and why. Deep in the recesses of the VIP section, he spotted the lady of the hour herself. Vixannya sat as poised and elegant as ever as she surveyed the room. Another woman might have lost their composure that way; breasts covered only by Sera’s hands, partially obscured by an perfectly shaped ass that he would recognize as Ryland’s at 200 paces, but she looked what could only be described as pleased.

The high elf was brought back to the moment by the sudden whoosh of the whip before the heat curled around him and dragged him upstage.

The foot placed squarely on his chest pushed him flat on his back and the stern look from the sindorei kept him there. The whip’s heat flickering out as it dropped from its master’s hand, trapped under the high elf and keeping his arms pinned close to his sides. He huffed with indignation but Dice could see him easily recover; the way his spine arched slightly up off the floor, long legs arranging themselves elegantly, ever aware of the visual he presented for his audience. 

Cele’s head turned as he spotted motion to his side, eyes briefly lighting as he recognized Cy, only to widen as he noticed what the Kaldorei was handing off. Dice held the candelabra aloft, sauntered the edge of the stage, his steps sure and powerful. He grinned as he turned back to see the high elf’s attention rapt, his breath heavy, his cock shamelessly hard.

The first hot touch of wax had him gasping, arching at the sudden spike of adrenaline that pierced right through the front of his skull. Dice moved quickly, precisely, letting dribbles spatter across his chest and shoulders like freckles on sun kissed skin; only relenting and lifting the candelabra when he decided it needed a bit more time to melt, dropping down to one knee to sensually run his hands over his work.

The bound elf writhed, pressing back into his palms. Celedyn’s stomach flexed as he lifted up, tried for a kiss, but was pushed right back down again with a soft, frustrated grunt. The next place the wax struck was his belly, sensitive skin jumping as each drop fell. He teased, letting a trail drizzle along the crease of the iliac furrows that the high elf so frequently gloated about, adding just a bit here and there until he could see fear start to rise up in those eyes, the breath freeze in his chest as he grew precariously close to that neglected length, threatening to give it more attention than it could handle.

He waited until Celedyn seemed just about ready to jump out of his skin before hauling him up to kneel, kicking his knees apart to make sure the audience got the full view. The whip slouched down uselessly, but by now he was quite certain the other elf wasn’t going anywhere, blue eyes hazy and watching him dance like he was the only thing in the room. 

Celedyn’s long legs made for dramatic trails of the hot wax, the candles carefully angled to first create a wall, the position just so before a second pass sent rivulets down his inner thighs and broke a lusty cry from painted lips. He took advantage of it, gripping the high elf’s hair and swallowing that moan with a rough, possessive kiss. 

Celedyn’s arms wrapped his shoulders and a moment later Dice was hauling him up and off his feet, giving his ass a lascivious squeeze as he finally broke the kiss with a smile that had melted a thousand hearts. Smoothly he walked to the edge of the stage and knelt, passing the still dazed man down to Cythion before retrieving his whip, the flame crackling back to life as he gave it a hearty snap. 

Still half dazed, Celedyn caught the eye of Sindorei woman who’d been enjoying their spectacle from the front row. Nova’s smirk widened just a bit as he gave her a little wiggling wave of his fingers and she raised her glass as though offering him a toast. He grinned and tucked himself into Cy’s familiar warmth. “Have you come to volunteer to clean me up, kitten?”The high elf’s voice was rough with lust, his hands sliding over the Kaldorei’s shoulder like ivy attempting to swallow a castle wall.

Cythion grinned down at him; “I’ve come to volunteer to mess you up.”

*********

* ”I thought it would be sweat.”

** “I need the electrolytes. Some VILLAIN stole my drink!”

@daily-writing-challenge @cythion @cellody @dicenne @mremaknu @vixannya @serazhen @rylandfalkov @weavingthroughtales

[vixannya]

May DWC Day 5 - Tension

Vixannya stretched her legs out and sunk down into her bathtub, swishing her hands through the steaming hot water as she breathed in the lavender-scented air. The sounds of classical music drifted in from the other room, and a gentle breeze blew the sheer curtain hung along the open patio doors. The stress of the past month began to slowly fade away as the tension in her body dissipated. 

Today was a day of pampering in order to prepare for the opening tomorrow: The full spa treatment, a full body massage, makeup and hair test runs, and of course, a night of sound sleep. She needed to be alert and healthy, not to mention to be prepared to spend the entire night partying. Being the hostess, she was expected to be there and social the whole evening, well into the wee hours of the morning. Thankfully, being a social creature it was easy for her to schmooze and mingle with just about anyone.

An expected knock was heard on the bedroom door, “Come on in!” Not moving an inch from the tub, she assumed it was her invited guest. Ryland entered with that charming grin of his, immediately making himself comfortable atop her bathroom counter as if this were a normal occurrence for them. “Your suit came in, you can try it on whenever. The seamstress will be here a bit later for my own fitting, and for any last minute adjustments. My gown is…Fucking. Amazing.” But they always were, that was the point. She enjoyed showcasing various fashion designers, especially the up-and-coming ones. This gallery was never just about the art hanging on the walls.

“You spoil me.” He loved it, and honestly Annya did too. She had the gold, so why not treat her friends? It was one of the main reasons for the over-the-top after parties, she just wanted her friends to have a wild time and forget about the rest of the world for a while. Given everything going on in the Dragon Isles, and the fact that the majority of her friends were aiding in those endeavors, this was probably a much needed escape.

She had easily spotted the tired look in Ryland’s eyes the moment he walked in, he had been on the go since last year with not much rest to be had. She was also well aware that he didn’t do well trying to relax alone, so that was absolutely her ulterior motive in asking him here today. They were going to share this spa day, and she had hired multiple masseuses for the both of them.

“I know. Come join me?” She swished her hand through the water, gesturing towards the other side of the massive tub. “Sera will be here a bit later to try on his suit too.” And to also get the full surprise treatment as well.

Ryland eagerly obliged, shedding his clothing and settling himself down across from her. “You know, you keep showing up at places like your gallery with us on either arm, people are gonna start thinking we’re all an item.” “Is that so bad?” She smirked at him, flicking some water towards his face. “Although I wouldn’t want to tread on your bachelor lifestyle.” She tapped a finger against her chin, “In fact, I wouldn’t want to tread on my own bachelorette lifestyle. I am content with what we have, and if others want to assume it’s more, then that’s not our problem. Let them stare, and give them something worth staring at.”

“Ohh, you know damn well we will tomorrow.”

“Indeed. But first!” She wiggled her fingers, “Tonight is all about rest and relaxation. Massages, facemasks, and takeout. You’re staying over and getting some much needed pampering.” Not a question, an order. He wouldn’t say no, he rarely did.

@daily-writing-challenge @rylandfalkov @serazhen​

[tazindrox]

May DWC Day 6 - Gleaming

Eyes darted over the ‘red carpet’, which much to his surprise was an actual red carpet where people posed and showed off their wardrobe for the evening. How peculiar. BUT! He said he was going to experience it all, and that was the plan! Being one of Vixannya’s VIP guests certainly had its perks, and it allowed him and his plus one access to a variety of fashion designers willing to dress them for the night. 

He preferred simplicity and comfort over extravagance, knowing this was to be an all night event. His ‘date’ and clutchmate Aleta opted for the full works. She had decided to join him in her Visage form and wanted to be pampered and made to look beautiful. At least whatever standard of beauty the other inhabitants of Azeroth followed. She wasn’t so convinced that Tazindrox was actually handsome and that she had ‘an ethereal beauty’ about her. They had made a charming and precious duo on this ‘red carpet’, not really understanding posing or the intricacies of certain facial expressions - which immediately made them a paparazzi favorite.

The gallery was intriguing, especially to Aleta who had not spent a whole lot of time among non-Dracthyr. Pointing towards his portrait and exclaiming loudly, “Is that your dick?!” elicited a handful of nearby chuckles, but it really was a peculiar thing when you had never seen one before, especially on your friend, whom you had never seen naked in his Visage form. Briefly afterwards, she asked in a more hushed tone, “Can you show it to me later?” It would certainly be a night of many firsts for them both!

The afterparty itself was completely unexpected. He had heard the descriptions and the vague tales, but he never imagined this. The opulence of it all was overwhelming, and Tazindrox found himself completely caught off guard the moment he walked through those darkened curtains into the gleaming lights of the Water room. It felt like a dream come to life, and immediately he wanted to explore everything.

Aleta curled her fingers around his forearm, clearly experiencing the same reaction as her large, rose-colored eyes drank up the space. “Holy fuck! I hope you have your notepad on you...”

“Holy fuck indeed….and of course I do” He patted his chest before immediately honing in on the massive display of food, which included people lying nude on the table covered in what appeared to be raw fish. Weird. “Food, and exploring?”

“Yes.”

There were all sorts of dishes from all over Azeroth being offered, with a waitstaff and chefs on hand to fulfill any special requests. The two of them immediately loaded up their plates to the extreme, and then some, before starting their trek around the rooms, snacking and staring in awe.

Taz exchanged pleasantries and introduced his friend to any familiar faces they ran into, but mostly their attention was occupied by just observing everything. And eating, of course. There was so much food, they didn’t want it to go to waste! He did, however, warn her that overeating or drinking too much in her Visage form would be a horrible idea and make her sick. They had a lot of space to cover, so pacing themselves was key.

Aleta’s favorite area was Earth, especially the hidden secret gardens with fairy rings that when you stood in the middle, illusions of fairy dragons would come to life and begin to sing and flit around. The first time it happened, they both startled and spilled some of the contents from their stacked plates, although the moment the food touched the ground it magically vanished. Which, naturally, stole their attention for a while as they attempted to figure out where it went, and then how their plate suddenly refilled with the very thing that was dropped. Fairy rings were definitely magical!

Moving onto the Air room, Taz pointed out his good friend Ryland performing up on the silks. Aleta stared at him, not once looking away until the half-elf caught sight and gave her a charming grin and a wink. “...I think I may understand the appeal of these elves.” Typical of Ryland to capture the heart of just about anyone, he hadn’t seen Aleta that smitten with anyone since the before times. “He makes my loins feel very tingly. It’s a strange feeling in this form.”

“That’s a fairly usual reaction around him, I have come to learn. It happens to me too.”

“Huh. I think I would like to look at his dick later too.”

Taz nearly snorted his drink out through his nose. Any passers-by would have likely assumed that comment was sexual in nature, but he wasn’t so sure. She was curious, just like him. Although if anyone were to seduce her, it would probably be Ryland. At one point much later in the evening, Taz was fairly confident that he had when he noticed them slipping into a dark corner and remaining there for a good 20 minutes.

After a few more moments of staring, they made their way into the Fire room: This was Taz’s preferred element. He made sure to point out not to step on the lava on the floor because it may melt their fancy shoes. Although once they saw others wandering across it, it was decided that it was safe to traverse. It was loud and flashy in this room and there was fire everywhere, and neither quite knew where to put their focus. Until he noticed Dicenne on the main stage, armed with two flaming whips.

“Ohhh, I have met him before, he’s a very nice fellow.”

Aleta canted her head to one side, a little uncertain about that description. He wore a little bit of leather and a lot of body paint, glitter, and oil. She found herself mesmerized once more, especially when the end of one of those whips snapped around a nearby human’s wrist and yanked her closer, where they proceeded to do things that were perhaps more suitable behind closed doors. 

Neither could look away though, and that was probably the point of it all. Fire was an extremely dangerous element, and something about watching this happen live in front of their faces felt dangerous as well. It took a few moments to realize that Dice and his current partner weren’t the only ones enjoying these types of pleasures.

Taz slowly glanced towards Aleta, who was currently holding onto and gnawing at what appeared to be a piece of steak as she watched Dicenne and the human woman. “...Wanna get some more food?”

“Yes.”

With that, the two quickly made their way back to Earth to overindulge in their own way. They could explore more later, but this was more important.

@daily-writing-challenge @vixannya @rylandfalkov @dicenne​

[partyoffourplusfur]

The last 3 nights I’ve had dreams about the people in my life that have all tragically passed away.

Wednesday it was my aunt that passed 10 years ago (was actually on anniversary of her death) after falling and hitting her head when on new opioid medication. Was just her hanging out in her house with me, and I was young.

Thursday it was my best friend that passed two years ago from heart complications. In my dream I knew she was dead. But I had just gotten an old Snapchat from her (god I miss her voice) and was distraught and wondering how it got there. She was wearing a shirt that said OCTOBER 2025 so now catch me being on edge until October 2025 for something big to happen.

And last night it was my cousin that was murdered 8? years ago by these scummy ass kids that never got charged for his death. And we were just laying on a bean bag with each other, cheek to cheek, talking about when we were young.

Mentally exhausted.

It’d be great if it could stop.

[randomredneck]

Wants to spend his prize money on Legos.

Respect.

[pisspope]

gale of waterdeep btw

[rylandfalkov]

NOVEMBER DWC DAY 2 - SUCCESS/SIN

Vixannya’s gallery itself was meant to warn against overindulgence in sin, yet the afterparty explicitly promoted A LOT of sin. It was all on purpose, of course, that was her brilliance. At least no one died, although surely quite a few felt like death when they awoke the following morning or afternoon. Thankfully, Ryland was still young and spry, so alcohol and drugs didn’t readily leave their lasting effect on him for very long.

The first half of the night was strictly for work, so he chose not to indulge as that would hardly be conducive to performing on various aerial apparatuses. He enjoyed showing off on the lyra and the pole, and then later partaking in some fun for those playing voyeur in the peep shows. Envy truly was the perfect sin for him to represent, whether it was making others want to be that other person with him, or even want to be him. Which, in retrospect, was ironic given he had spent the first half of his life wanting to be someone else.

The latter half of the night was spent committing just about every other sin. When he woke up butt naked in Vixannya’s bed he wasn’t surprised, even if he didn’t remember actually getting from Point A to Point B. Sera was there too, and…some other nude form he didn’t quite recognize. Totally normal.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he wandered into her kitchen and helped himself to the cup of coffee waiting for him. Annya herself was already awake, looking somehow perfectly rested and not at all hungover. There were a few other sleeping bodies scattered about in various states of undress. Really just like any other gallery ‘after-afterparty’ he attended. No one would ask questions, what happened, happened, and would never leave this flat.

Annya ruffled a hand through his hair, “You’re looking better than last time.”

“Am I? Not sure I’m feeling better. You really outdid yourself this time, an absolute success”

She simply smirked into her mug before taking a sip. She knew. “You drew quite the crowd in those peep shows, you know. Thought I was going to have to start hosing them down.” A brief pause before she turned to look out towards her living area, “Speaking of hosing down, help me throw these strangers out? They can go sleep off their hangovers elsewhere.” She flicked her fingers towards the mass of after-afterparty guests. “If you get Sera to help I’ll have you boys pampered for the rest of the day.” “Yes ma’am!” Annya truly was an excellent sugar mama.

@vixannya @serazhen @daily-writing-challenge

[spoks-illogical-art]

last post of the year : D

[spineofthenight]

Anyone else remember seeing this in their formative years and thinking it was the craziest shit ever. and this is Just the cobra part of this fucking MTV west side story parody from 2009.

[jupitisms]

🔥something… unholy🔥

HOT CLERIC HOURS and some bonus gay panic from our dear Ryland

[rozetheeuwu]

What if we kissed? And we were both traumatized by your sister? Haha, just kidding. Unless?

Rq for twitter!