cythion

[cythion]

Ooh this sounds neat!

Silly. Simple. Sexy. Surreal. Scary. Dreams are all over the map.

SEND ME “DREAMTIME” AND A NAME AND I’LL WRITE MY CHARACTER HAVING A DREAM ABOUT YOURS

(I will not do multiple muses for this one, so if you want it from a specific character of mine, you need to say so!)

Disclaimer: It may not be a nice dream, or even a coherent one. Nightmares are dreams too. If my character hasn’t met yours yet, I’ll do my best to make something interesting!

Check out the “dreams” tag to see previous examples of these. Fair warning, there’s a lotta NSFW and squicky stuff going on in there. I do my best to tag appropriately, but I am human and can miss things.

I encourage everyone who wants to give stream of consciousness writing a try to reblog this prompt!

[cythion]

‘♡’ for a pointless fact about the mun.

I started playing WoW after talking to twin young men about if they had ever pretended to be each other. They said not in real life but the had on a date in WoW once. I was mystified that there was a game you could go on dates in and bought classic WoW right before The Burning Crusade came out. My first character was a dwarf girl hunter with a bear pet on Moongaurd.

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The lowest score I ever got on a test was 18%. It was a grammar test in 8th grade. The format was multiple sentances with 100 words underlined and I had to name what parts of speach each underlined word represented.

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I love the taste of cilantro.

My favorite castle is Corgarff Castle. I visited it on my honeymoon and fell in love with its understated charm and beautiful location in the Scottish Highlands.

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Oh my! Does this mean you want 3? About me? 1) My favorite dinosaur as a kid was stegosaurus, triceratops was a close second.

2) I wanted to be a forest ranger as a kid and even have a BS in Wildlife Mngt, but a job/career did not happen.

3) I was once on a dog sled as the driver and was chased by a moose in Alaska

[cythion]

it is munday! send ‘♡’ for a pointless fact about the mun.

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

[cythion]

Cy’s unsent letters performance

Succulent Tart

February 22, 2025

@orfeoarte for these amazing sketches

TW: Loss, longing, missing lover

The stage is clear except for a dance pole in the center of the circular area, a single light illuminating it overhead. The edges of the stage are lost in shadows. Cy stands at the edge of the light with his head bowed as he takes a few deep breaths. He steps onto the dimly lit margins of the stage. His face is flat, devoid of his usual smiles. There is no twinkle in his eyes and his steps seem weighted down as he moves around the ring. He doesn’t see the audience around him as he is lost in his thoughts.

The dancer gives a quick nod to the DJ and as the music starts Cy steps into the lit ring, a mask of happiness firmly on his features. His head is up and there is a soft smile on his pierced lips. He is wearing a loose white shirt that is open and hanging free with soft grey sleep pants drawstringed low on his hips. His long magenta hair is unbound and hangs to his waist behind him. His bare pink feet make no noise as he crosses to the pole and sets a hand high up on it, kicking his feet out and letting the slow momentum move him in a lazy circle around the spinning pole. His shirt opens with the soft breeze of the spin, gold piercings glinting in the low light.

The warm stage lights, like a flickering fireplace, slowly come up revealing a simple clothes rack with one faded shirt hanging. Cy stops his slow spin to face it. There is a pause as his smile fades and he lets go of the pole slowly striding towards the garment, reluctance in every step. He reaches for it as if to touch it, but spins away at the last moment. His steps are quick as he runs away from the rack only to slide to a halt before he gets very far. He turns on the ball of his foot to face it again. His hands act as if governed by another and lift to reach for the shirt again as his legs give out and he crashes to his knees.

Cy’s reaching arms lift high into the air and continue arching him backward till they touch the ground behind him. The defined muscles of his core are tight as he powers his lower half off the floor in a slow back walkover. His loose-hanging shirt puddles around his hands as they hold his weight. Feet touch the ground again, he tosses the fabric from him to the center of the stage before he springs into a series of backwards flips. The final flip into a hands-free backward aerial that he lets spin and toss him to the ground. His unbound hair flies about him and cascades around his shoulders as he heaves for desperate breath. His haunted eyes turn to the faded shirt again.

He pulls himself from the ground and staggers to the hanging shirt, clutching it to his chest before freeing it from the clothes rack. He holds it in his arms as he looks at it lovingly, bringing it to his face to breathe in any lingering scent from its owner. Cy begins the steps of a slow swaying dance, holding the shirt out from him as his sad eyes see the man who once wore it. His steps quicken and propel him into a forward leap, landing easily on his feet and twirls.  A bright burst of laughter at the joy of movement and memory turns into a broken sob, knees crashing to the ground again. He slides forward onto his belly laying over the shirt. His back arches as he pushes forward in a sensual movement before scooping the garment up and rolling onto his back. His arms lift the noticeably worn fabric from him as his eyes see only the memory of the big man who once wore it.

He holds the shirt to his chest as he sits up, his other hand reaches to the sky as if to call his lost love from the very air. Arching back, he tightens his core in preparation to lift his hips from the floor. His hand touches ground behind him and in one slow fluid movement his weight shifts from his hips to his single balancing hand. Spread legs move in a precise waterfall through the air over his hand to land on the ground and lift himself up to his feet. The momentum is shifted into one long stride and a barrel leap. Bare feet stutter to a stop just before crashing into the unseen audience.

He pulls the shirt from him and holds it out. With careful fingers, Cy unbuttons it from the hanger and slips one arm hesitantly in. A guilty act he has tried to break himself of. The second sleeve slips on easier. The faded shirt is far too big and he only buttons the collar to hold it onto himself.

Cy runs to the poll again, leaping up to grab it high and letting it whip him around. His two hands grip wide apart on the pole with his legs out horizontally. He moves as though strolling around it through the air. As the spin slows, he opens his legs into an iron cross before tipping his hips upwards, one foot curling around the top of the pole. The loose fabric of his pants slip down to reveal long sleek calves as his open shirt flutters behind him like butterfly wings. Smooth pink skin rippling with the play of muscles under it. A slight twist of his body has his hips facing the floor, his free leg curls up in a graceful bent arch.

The dancer’s feet swing down suddenly to wrap around the pole. The quick movement causes Cy to spin more wildly around with his long loose hair flying out like a flag. His legs circle and grip the pole tighter as his hands let go. His body draws away, bending backward in a reverse swan dive. The motion spins him around once before he reaches behind him to grip the pole with one hand again. His other hand reaches out to the unseen lost lover, fingers stretching in claw like desperation as his face contorts in agony. A sob breaks from his lips as he clutches his hand back over his chest.

Cy‘s legs shift, extending out to let his thighs hold his weight as he lets go with his hand to reach back and grip one of his feet. His body arches back like the curve of a bow as his free leg extends upwards. His thighs relax, the pink elf slips slowly down until his long magenta hair is trailing in a spiral along the ground. The hand at his chest drops. Knuckles dragging for a moment before pressing firmly and stopping the slow spin of the pole. His palm plants down as he swings his legs up into a one-armed handstand and cartwheels away. He lets the momentum carry him to the edge of the stage. A soft beam of morning light shines through the dimmed firelight and catches his attention.

Another soft cry breaks Cy’s lips as the hope of a new day fills him. He looks down at his hands imagining the fingers of another's tangled with his. His arms fully wrap around himself and he spins in a circle, racing away from the light, not yet wanting to let go of the sad dream of lost love. He twists and leaps around the edge of the stage, running from the pain of hope and the fear that tomorrow will only bring more loss. His footsteps stutter to a halt as he crosses the beam of light. The shaky elf holds his hands out before him again, now seeing only empty promises.

Cy looks up into the light and clasps his hands together, then thrusts them high into the air as his feet slide apart into a slow split. He keeps his hands clasped as his legs come together in front of him, back arching, hands now on the ground behind him. Hips raising him to his toes only for the shirt to catch and pull him back down to the floor. With a pained cry, he sits up and rips the fabric from him, a button tearing free and flying into the shadows to be lost. The elf pays no attention to it as he frees himself of the memories and throws the faded and torn garment away from him before collapsing backward, chest heaving with emotions.

As the music fades, Cy slowly rolls up to his feet and walks toward the source of the light. His face aglow in the soft golden pink of the morning sunshine. He seems to struggle for a moment, looking down to wipe at his face, still lost in his thoughts as he wraps his arms around his bare chest. The elf takes a deep shuddering breath and turns, crossing to the pole to retrieve his own abandoned shirt. He scoops it up and carefully puts it on then turns to the crumpled pile of memories. He slowly walks to it, picks it up and tries to smooth the ragged edges while walking back to the clothes rack and hangs it up again. A soft sigh escapes him as he schools his features into a friendly smile and steps away from the stage.

@succulent-tart for giving us the opportunity to express all levels of emotion

[cythion]

Daily Writing Challenge

February 2025

Day 2 - Cage, Power

TW: Nudity, thoughts of sex, medical electro play

Niki was sitting on the window ledge in her small room, a hand rolled cigarette hanging from her fingers as she watched the soft curls of smoke drift out the tiny crack in the window. It was cool outside but she didn't move to bundle herself up any. The loose silk robe hanging open from her shoulders. She liked the way the cool breeze made her nipples tighten. She ran her free hand over them before sliding down her flat belly to push her soft drak between her thighs. She liked the look when it was like this. She liked her soft but strong, lean but curvy femme body. She also liked her drak when it was raging hard and had people dropping to their knees to suck it. There was power in it. Her eyes flicked to her occupied bed. The man there was a client and someone who also loved the duality of her body. They were very familiar with each other, and he often needed a little nap and a few moments to recover from the fucking she had given him. She didn't mind that he needed more time. She wasn't in so much of a rush anymore and she didn't have a line of clients waiting outside or a full appointment book.

Looking at the soft curve of his ass had her drak thickening and she began wondering if he would want another go when he jerked awake with a scream and a sudden clutching at his hip. Niki snubbed out her cigarette quickly and raced to his side. "Ya be ok? What hurtin' ya?" She held her hands out to the area he held as he groaned out a pained response. "It's....uhh its an old injury that's been flaring up. Cramping, pain. It will go away soon."

She batted his hand away and set her hands against his skin. She could feel the sporadic pulses of electrical activity that was making his muscles jump and clench. She could almost see the way the energy snarled just under the surface. "Dere be a break." She touched a bad looking scar that seemed to be the cause of the broken energy lines. "Ya spark can't flow thru dis." She pulled a bit of the excess energy from the site and felt he muscles relax as he breathed out in relief.

"Dis next part gonna hurt some." Was all the warning she gave before letting a pulse of her own electricity travel from one hand to the next crossing the jumbled energy. He jumped and cursed but held still as she sent the energy back and forth between her hands. He grunted each time, and his muscles visibly tightened and relaxed in waves until she couldn't see any more misplaced energy. "I tink dat will help." He looked back over the shoulder at her and flexed. "It's a little sore but far better than most times that happens. What did you do? Are you a healer?" She gave a shake of her head. "Really? Your skills would be sought after, even if this is a temporary relief. It's something. I know there is a clinic in Silvermoon. Maybe go there and see if they are accepting healers? I'm sure if you showed your credentials, they would hire you." Niki didn't snort at that. She was very skilled at keeping a placid mask on. Credentials? Like did this silly elf really think she was a troll whore with legitimate credentials in healing? Skilled and trained sure, but not by anyone giving out papers of achievments. That almost made her snort with amusement. They would have had to give her papers for her skills at oral and records of her stamina too while they were at it. No, this was a dream she would not let herself entertain.

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@theshieldedmind for the subtle mention and inspiration

[cythion]

Does he have any Love is in the Air traditions, or any he would like to start?

He doesn't have any traditions for the holiday and no, I don't think he wants to start any. Though the events have changed to encompass various forms of love, it's still a very coupley thing to do. He will try to connect with his people through the week, but for the actual day? Not so much. Maybe he will offer to watch his son so that his mothers can go out and celebrate or maybe meditate by himself somewhere alone or go to a club where he knows no one to dance. I think this holiday is a melancholy one for him.

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Love languages

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Would you ever marry again?

Cy chuckles awkwardly and rubs the back of his head. "My knee jerk instant response is No! But it is a very nuanced question. Would I want a deep and hopefully lifespan long love with someone? Yes, and I feel that I have several of those now. Would I want to live with someone again? Share a bed every night? Actually no. I love the variety of many lovers and having beds open to accommodate them. Be it in my bed or theirs. Would I want children with someone? Yes. This is a new development, but I would love to be able to raise a child with a partner. So, there are aspects of married life that I would like and aspects that I don't and some I outright reject. For now, I will say no, and also what is marriage to you?"

Thank you for the ask Annon

[cythion]

Doing this for Cy and Niki @cythion and @inikona

Love is in the Air Asks!

Tis the season for love, and maybe a little bit of anti-love depending on your OC!

Single Muse Blogs: Would you date my character, and why?

Multi-Muse Blogs: Tell me which of my characters would you date, and why?

Send a secret admirer letter to my muse, anon or not!

Ask any questions involving love or relationships!

ANON IS ON!

Remember to practice good ask/reblog karma!

[cythion]

Daily Writing Challenge

February 2025

Day 1 - Hypnotic, Star

Inikona clapped her hands together with the timing of the dancer's movements. They had been at this for hours today and it had been a constant for the last few weeks. This song on repeat was so ingrained in her brain she was catching herself crooning it at all moments of her day and night. She even had a client think he was being serenaded with her personal feelings. That was a shit show to navigate out of.

The dancer stumbled and collapsed in a dramatic pile on the floor. "By Elune! Why can't I get that footing, right!? I'm like an albatross trying to look elegant!" Cy bemoaned and hid his face under his bare arms. He had been dancing in just a pair of loose pants as part of the show was to take off and then put on a shirt. He was far more skilled on one side of that equation than the other.

The trolless snorted at his dramatics and paced over to him on bare feet. She kicked him lightly on the side earning her a scowl. "I tink ya juss be tired. Ya been ovah dis part too many times. Most da time ya be gettin' et right. Now shove off a ways an' I show ya whatcha doin' wrong." When her space was clear, she executed the tricky steps with ease. Her lithe body bending with a natural grace that only came with a decade or more of dedication to her craft. "See where my weight shift from dis foot to de odah wit dis step?" She moved through the sequence again. "Ya been shiftin' ya bulk ta ya heel but not lettin' et flow ovah da toe. Ya gotta push ya bodeh ta dis spot before ya twist." She did the motion again but this time incorrectly causing her next step to falter. "See? Get up and do et again, juss dis part."

She stepped away and waited till he got into position. Her voice lifting to sing out the melody and her hands tapping the beat. Cy took a breath and moved as he was queued. This time, he got the timing and the weight shift right. She stopped singing and clapped for him. "Dat be enough fa taday. Go home, find a love or two an' snuggle dem good." He stepped to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder's letting some of his weight rest on her. "I will clean up da space. Ya doin' well. I tink ya will have a great first show." She patted his fabric clad butt in an affectionate way.

Cy pulled back with a weary smile. "I just want to do good enough not to embarrass anyone. Not to embarrass the troupe. I don't need to be a star. I just want.. respect maybe? To feel like I really belong?" He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Maybe I am too tired to continue. I'm getting melancholy." In a flash his mood seemed to lighten, his familiar mask of lighthearted joy covering the real worry underneath. "Come to the house with me? I'm sure Leon won't mind. He loves cooking for new people. Unless you have other plans? Any hot boys waiting to fill your bed, Niki?" He waggled his magenta eyebrows at her.

She pushed him off with a scoff. "Ya brain be full a fluff. Good ting ya got a pretty face, Doh et be far prettier den any face got a right ta be. Now shove off an' go see ta ya people 'for I treat ya sorreh ass for what et's good fa." Niki grabbed her crotch in a very lewd way and flashed her trimmed down tusks at him. The impertinent elf wiggled said ass at her, before trotting out the door with a laugh. She shook her head after him.

Niki didn't move until she heard the dance studio's door close. She restarted the music and let her body flow through his routines, adding her own twists and turns to the performance about lost and unattainable love as she let the music carry her. She let her body twist to the ground as the last strains of music faded from the space.

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@noonmutter for mention

@cythion (Its me!)

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"Oh hello again! It's been a long time no see. I still love the sketch you did of me, still one of my favorite things. I think in a different life I would have tried to be just like you. So in touch with the earth and the plants and the creatures in it. Maybe I will be in some future life. It's a hope that I will hold close to my heart. I would love to sit with you and talk again."

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be careful, boys. 😦

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"My elusive friend! I always love seeing you at parties! You are a great dancer and such a sweet gentle soul. I would trust you with my most precious things because I know you would care for them with tender hands and an open heart. I will always seek you out for a chat and a dance. I want a big hug next time we meet, hopefully soon."