#Anzhin

[artofradioactivechina]

Starman gets a Spidersona!

Starachnid

Name: Anzhin Edralan Gender: Male (He/Him) Age: 58, but looks 30 (he's half-elf, so he ages about half as fast as humans) Height/Weight: 6', 200lbs Dimension: Azeroth-109 Powers: Pyrokinesis, regeneration/revivication, sharper-than-average sight in light and dark, wrist spinnerets

Notes: Anzhin is a musician, a bard. He spends a lot of time with Midnight Lace and Symphonic Spinner, two more Spider-Men from Azeroth-107.

Canon/Transformation Event: The murder of his husband by guards of the city in which they lived together. Once Anzhin was thrown in jail for harboring a criminal (even though his husband was not a criminal), he was bitten by a fel-tainted spider in the cell. He technically died (from heartbreak, spider venom, or an infection, we'll never know) and escaped once he was left in a body pit outside the city.

Other: Anzhin only becomes Starachnid once he's outside of Azeroth-109, as a lot of his magical ability is dulled and/or nullified when he leaves.

[dragonsiblings]

Mirror Image

Velandrian didn’t know what made him look. Something about his reflection caught his attention. Cold, blue eyes looked over his naked form, brow furrowing at the body that reflected back from the waterfall. He tilted his head, trying to better understand what was wrong...incorrect about his appearance.

He was thin, he thought as he ran a hand over jutting ribs. He thought to the last time he actually ate a full, hearty meal and frowned. Centuries ago. Yes, Velathra and Anzhin would goad him to eat, but it just never seemed to add to his mass.

Blinking at his watery mirror, he finally figured it out.

A teenager’s body.

One long since scarred from a war long past. One that should have grown over the years but lay frozen instead. Trapped in a stasis of being.

But that was his conclusion, a body not fitting what his mind thought it should be. The body in front of him, reflected back at him, was one of the past and not of the present.

Velandrian snarled, slashing a hand through the reflection, watching as it warped for a moment before settling back to normal. He took a breath, shook his head and made his way back to shore, his mind made up.

No more would he look like a young, defeated boy. It was time for his body to catch up to his mind. 

@anzhin-the-starman

[tristayranambrosio]

( Art by Sl4mazon https://sl4mazon-art.carrd.co/# )

It was hours… They always tell you it's going to be hard… and yet I thought I’d be graceful in Labor. Pride is an inelegant and lying -ass- and I can happily say there is none left in me. It abandoned me somewhere between the periods of anticipation and the excruciating process of pushing a -literal- PERSON out of body, even if that person is a fraction of the size they will one day grow to be. I screamed my voice raw and my body was drenched in sweat between walking, sitting and squatting. It was hard to remember I should be breathing between the war I made with my own anatomy. I also vow that should anyone diminish a mother’s position as the strongest and most tolerant being in our lives I will personally find a way to -subject- them to a -MOMENT- of labor mid contraction. I am certain I cursed more than I’ve ever done in my life, and have made up for my thirty some odd years of life in the span of those past few hours and I have to make a note to apologize to Leo and Anzhin and Mirri for that matter for enduring me as a fuming creature in abject agony. For all the pain and my verbal abuse He held me there, and endured with me. Sometimes I was sobbing and apologizing for putting him through this not once but THREE times in rapid succession. Other moments I was cursing this madness of birthing a child and wanting to actually crush the hands I was gripping and swear to all the powers above that I would -never- have sex again if it meant the pain would just stop. And for all that ride of hurt and pain… in screams and tears… I cannot for the life of me regret any of it, because in my arms lay this being with skin as dark as midnight and hair bright as starlight… Amaris… our child. He wailed and thrashed like he also had just gone through hell and yet when he was placed in my arms against my chest his flailing slowed and crying grew less furious… still upset we had the audacity to bring him into the world but less so if he was curled in against us. His trio of squinty eyes still teared but he reached for my face clumsily like he was not able to control any of himself… and I found myself unable to see anything but how perfect he was. Anzhin looked as if he might have run a marathon with me, and Ithilios gently set a crown he had woven himself of flowers atop my head. Before he even spoke my eyes were streaming. “Because the Mother of my Children, will always deserve a crown” He said softly weaving it into my tangled drenched hair as if for once the state of it didn’t matter, not when who he saw was holding his newborn as something divine… And even crying and aching… I felt divine when the room regarded me.

Mirri was in a word a saint for all she had put up with from me, and when she did her examinations and assisted me in severing the link between myself and my Son. Anzhin came forward, invited by Ithilios and I to kiss my brow and promise me Spicy Sushi and treats the instant I was ready for it. All while I felt his inner creature purring against my side just gazing at our son’s midnight skin, Admiring the Child he'd helped keep alive. I was relieved to learn that aside from the folded and wet downy wings, antlers, and third eye, Amaris was healthy, The right weight, the right amount of power in his lungs… Even if the void had touched our son… He was ours whole, and safe… Just as nothing had prepared me for the pain of the process, I was even less prepared for the realization that I had an infinite capacity to love yet another child in my life… this one though, I had carried for so long, imagined, and thought of constantly, I had felt their heart for as long as it had beaten… I had held our children the day Leo had brought them into the world and made me a father thrice over even after Nestah had chosen me as one for herself… but nothing could have made me ready for the awe I felt, humbled by the fact that what I felt for my Mate, what we felt for each other, had little hands… and a nose, and a mouth… that the love I felt could squint at us and fuss trying to get comfortable and squirm in a way so his feathers could dry. I don’t recall when I remembered myself, and looked up at Ithilios and Anzhin and whispered, up offering the wriggling newborn we’d waited so long to meet to his father, “Hey… look Amaris… It's your Poppa. He's been waiting very patiently for you.” “We all have.” Anzhin agreed with a smile and squeezed my shoulder. “Hello Amaris, my Starchild. I’m… your father…” Ithilios said with the deliberate softness he had offered to them within me, pausing only when the reality of holding his child and seeing them for the first time struck home… He was meeting Amaris at last. It was hours… and yet I would not trade one second of it… not when it all had brought me here.

(Thank You all for trusting me to write for you guys! @themidnightleo @anzhin-the-starman @nahisummerhold )

[konietzko-sylvoran]

Day 2 for May DWC 2024 Agony - Embrace

★ Backstage Glimpses at Hearts of Tenacity Fest ★

"Woah buddy, it's only day 1 and you're already looking this rough" Ranek teased with a hearty chuckle as he came up behind Kon and slapped his back. The kaldorei was seen sitting in one of many lounge chairs found at Tenacity Isle sometime just before noon and clearly hungover from the rave the night before.

"Technically, it's day two. Yesterday was day 1 remember?" Kon grunted back at him raising a hand with two fingers but in a very lack-luster manner that made it seem he was half asleep still. "Sounds like day zero to me, the performances don't even start till tonight. And you and I are going to ROCK IT!" The fellow metal head and guitarist of Inner Beast exclaimed always so ecstatic about performing, especially with Kon and Tal. Kon just grunted at him as he reached up to rub at his temples. "Damn right we will... soon as I get rid of this stupid headache. Since when did a bottle of wine hit me like an elekk?" "I got just the thing for that, I've got you." Ranek said stepping off towards the Cast Co Booth across the way. Konietzko raised his head enough to watch him walk off, eyes hidden behind his Hearts of Tenacity merch sunglasses in Talthorn's shade of amethyst. He soon went back to rubbing at his head down to his neck which was already a bit stiff from whiplash. Dicenne had played an amazing set last night at the Feathers and Fantasy rave, he had him dancing so hard he was definitely feeling it this morning. Even if he finished the night with a long needed talk with Anzhin to be there for a friend... he'd chosen to drown out the mood that talk had left him in when he got home with a bottle of one of their many collected wines. Talthorn shared with him of course but this one sent both the elves fast asleep not long after a steamy celebration session. He was a Night elf, so it wasn't strange that he was up so late/early into the morning but since when did he start feeling the aches and pains of the night before when he woke? Was he getting old as the humans say? For that matter what was Talthorn's secret, his husband rarely suffered from hangovers. "Here you go, the ultimate hangover cure." Ranek said handing out a bloody mary with the best greasy food their booth could offer Kon on top. It wasn't just veggies and bacon but a whole slider or two that smelled like it was sure to stick to his gut and soak in some of that leftover alcohol sting in his gut. At first he was uncertain but in truth the smell of it made him long for it. He'd always been a sucker for a good bloody mary, a sign that Ranek was becoming more and more a friend to him to know this. "Is that pepper on fire?" Kon asked, taking it and looking at it closer, raising his shades to make sure he wasn't just imagining it. "That was El's doing. She wanted to get you good and spicy for tonight's show." He laughed as he sat down in a chair beside Kon. The elf smirked then took a much needed swig of the drink, savoring that spice that warmed one's gut as they drank it down. He was lucky he did well with spicy food, reaching for the skewer that held the flaming pepper on top. He caught sight of Elrosil across the way, hand on her hip as she was watching for Kon's reaction no doubt. Never one to let someone down, Kon raised the skewer and put the whole flaming pepper into his mouth, dragging his teeth along the wood as he pulled it off and chewed nice and slow all while watching her with his head lowered just enough she could catch a glint of those amber orbs of his just over the top of the shades he wore. "Do those bedroom eyes work on Talthorn?" She asked, stepping nearer so she didn't have to yell from the distance between them. Ranek was already laughing at the added tension Kon just laid on the stage for them.

Tonight was going to be Kon's first time performing something with some added spice between him and Elrosil. Usually when Inner Beast included him in their sets, they just scream together and Kon did his best with magical effects to mirror his 'beasty' outfit with El's. But for the last several weeks they'd been rehearsing for tonight and were about to feature their 'Hunting Grounds' song meant to spice up the audience with a real tease of passion found during the thrill of a hunt. He'd been teasing her each time they practiced with an 'almost' kiss and joking at her to press more into his chest with her body each time so it made it more real. She'd been teasing him that it couldn't have been more real for her. "Haven't failed me yet." Kon said once he swallowed, licking his lips and hooking his tongue on one fang. He enjoyed teasing her, course Kon enjoyed teasing just about anyone. But Elrosil had become a good friend of his too over the years and he genuinely loved it when she and Ranek asked for him to join them in their band's sets. He reached for one of the tiny sliders next, pulling it off and then rolling his head Ranek's way. "My friend, it's working already, I should kiss you." He said as he took a bite of the slider. Ranek laughed but Elrosil responded by stepping right up and sitting herself down in Kon's lap. "Stop hitting on that lame ass when I'm right here. It's ME who gets the kiss tonight fucker." She had always been crude with her words but that was part of her charm. Konietzko finished chewing, stirring his drink with one of the skewers and offered her one of the pickles on top to her lips. "You have a better chance than most as lucky for you my dear, I don't like sweet lips." He teased right back at her waiting to see if she'd play along. Maybe, just maybe if she played her cards right he'd grant her wish tonight.

@daily-writing-challenge @ranekvilmas @elrosil Mentions of @dicenne @anzhin-the-starman @talthorn-sylvoran @thecastcompany

[ithiliosstarstrider]

𝟐-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘

Tagged by @safrona-shadowsun

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

Deep purple hues.

Dark blues.

Black.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

Patchouli.

Rose.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍

Corsets.

Extravagant jewelry.

High heeled boots.

Tight pants.

Long nails.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒

Amethyst-gemmed posture collar.

Ethereal feather in hair.

Mirrors.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

Stoic.

Mysterious.

Observing, at all times.

Way too charming for his own good.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

High-fashion.

Night sky (stars, moon, etc).

Ravens.

Gothic.

Tagging: @tristayranambrosio @tristayran @anzhin-the-starman @your-neighborhood-socialite-gigi

[themidnightleo]

After Dark

The latest After Dark soirée, hosted by the enigmatic Succulent Tarts, unfolded tonight. Leo effortlessly slipped into his sleek black leather thigh-high boots, paired with shorts and a tantalizing corset vest. His face adorned with alluringly dark makeup, accentuating his amethyst eyes. Accompanied by his ever-present husband, they embarked to the event.

Securing front-row seats among the eager crowd, Leo and Trist anticipated a night made even more special by the impending performance of their lover, Anzhin. The copper-haired half-elf's sensual showcase drew not only Leo and Trist's attention but also others who shared an intimate connection with him.

The diverse array of performers presented a series of erotic spectacles, each leaving an indelible impression on Leo and his husband, who sat together, suggesting a promise of enjoyment.

"If you behave tonight, you might just get what you desire," Leo stated with a seriousness that conveyed the depth of his intent.

As the performances concluded, the after-party unfolded. Trist took to the dance floor with Anzhin, while Leo opted for a refreshing beverage to quench his lingering thirst.

Rather than joining the dance, Leo positioned himself on the periphery, a silent spectator to the unfolding festivities. The duo on the dance floor reveled in the joy of each other's company, while Trist, not content with just the dance, engaged in short conversation with Dice. The pair, noticing Leo's more reserved stance, playfully nudged him toward a conversation with Ryland. Leo, making the best of the moment, attempted to catch Ryland's eye with a subtle gesture from across the dance floor. When it went unnoticed, he gracefully redirected his focus, particularly fixating on Trist, who now moved with a captivating flair, dancing not just for the room but with an undeniable intention to captivate Leo's undivided attention.

Without uttering a word, Leo became a silent observer, his eyes fixed on Trist, the predator studying its prey. Even as others approached, inviting Leo to join the dance, nothing could divert his attention from his captivating husband.

As the night wore on, the crowd dwindled, and Leo's patience wore thin. "I'm tired. How about you?" he asked Trist.

"Exhausted," came Trist's immediate response, his voice tinged with a deadpan stance.

Leo sighed, casually hooking a finger at Trist's collar to draw him close. "Then I suppose it's time for us to depart, don't you think?"

Trist nodded as Leo, still holding the collar, led them out of the event.

Once outside, in the quiet of the night, Trist muttered, "Ruin me..."

@daily-writing-challenge

Mentions: @tristayranambrosio @tristayran @dicenne @anzhin-the-starman @radioactivechina @rylandfalkov

[mekandawn]

@daily-writing-challenge Words: Overcome/Blind Day: 3

Caythaes hadn't performed at Wings and Metal - they hadn't even performed for Fire Fest - yet already they were making plans for the Tournament of Ages. Why not? It wasn't as if they weren't already making plans for it; they'd floated the idea past Leon months ago, almost as soon as the World's Faire had ended. The desire to perform on a larger stage was not something new the corruption had planted in them…

…But as Caythaes gathered up their costumes and got ready for practice with Anzhin, they couldn't help but think about the themes and lyrics in their upcoming performances. About the themes and lyrics of their past performances as well. True, they'd always had religious and anti-Light undertones, but now…

See how you drape yourself in my regalia, the voice cooed as Caythaes brushed their fingers over their favorite red suit. They'd gotten cufflinks made of the black sun and upside-down symbol of Light made, and the symbol adorned the corset they liked to wear with it.

See how you cover your body in my symbol, it purred as Caythaes caught a glimpse of the red suns tattooed upon their chest.

"These are for Belore," Caythaes murmured, resting their hand over their heart so that their splayed fingers touched the tattoos.

Even the Sun can go dark, the voice countered, its tone light and teasing. Do you not call yourself the Solar Eclipse? My dearest Devoted One, how you wound me...

"I get your point. You're so sharp," Caythaes sang to themself as they took flight toward Shattrath. "Getting good reactions with your evil talk."

I understand all…  "I see no-"

Destructive urges… "I see no-"

It seems so perfect… "I see no-"

I see-

"I see no evil!" Caythaes shouted as they rocketed towards the ground outside Wings and Metal. The fire of their phoenix form blazed like a comet through the sky, churning up dirt and rock as they collided with the earth and skidded to a stop.

"Caythaes?" Anzhin poked his head out of the bar, dressed in his ghoul uniform and worriedly cocking his head at them. "Are you alright?"

Scowling at themself, Caythas dusted the dirt from the otherwise pristine priest robe they wore and shook their head. A moment later, they sighed and pulled their hair loose from its tie, running their fingers through the faintly glowing dark purple and orange strands. Once they were satisfied that they'd tamed any wild strands, they pulled it back into a ponytail, making sure to catch the lone tendril budding from behind their ear and tucking it out of sight. "I'm fine, I just…"

"Haven't slept well," they professed, giving Anzhin a tired but still reassuring smile. It wasn't a lie; ever since the whispers first started, Caythaes had slept fitfully, plagued by dreams of stardom and success. Perhaps in another context, Caythaes would have welcomed such visions, but normally they didn't dream at all. Squishy, the little voidbeast they'd adopted during N'Zoth's attempt to claim Azeroth, ate their normal dreams, leaving only those that were divinely induced.

"If you were a prophet…"

"I'm fine," Caythaes repeated tiredly, reaching up to cup Anzhin's cheek in their hand; he had his own share of burdens weighing him down. Caythaes didn't want to add their problems to the pile. "I promise. Don't worry. Everything is okay. I'll go to bed early tonight and everything."

"If you want company…" Anzhin began to offer, removing his helmet so that he could lean into Caythaes's touch, raising his hand to hold theirs in place against his cheek.

"No. No, it's fine," Caythaes demurred, shaking their head as they drew back and slipped past Anzhin into Wings and Metal. "Really. I've just been having trouble sleeping again. You know how it is."

"I do," Anzhin agreed, resting a hand on Caythaes's lower back as he ushered them inside, his expression still worried, but fond as they neared the stage. "And I know how you push yourself, my dear firebird. Please take care of yourself. For me."

"I will, I promise. I just can't wait to be on stage again."

[bread-elf]

similar and different?

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive. "Trixany, Sana, and Laridane come to mind. I find them all absolutely gorgeous." Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive. "Anzhin, Ryland, and Dicenne come to mind... I mean, go figure they're probably some of the hottest members of the Tarts we have." "Whose asking?! Why do you want to know who I find attractive!? It's not your business!" Jiroki fusses, even though she answered anyway. ((Thanks anon!)) ((@trixcuomo, @twosidedsana, @lariadnedawnburn, @anzhin-the-starman, @rylandfalkov, and @dicenne for mentions lolol))

[rylandfalkov]

💭 for Anzhin or Erozikith!

"Are all sethrak into hugging this much? ...I bet he likes it cause of the body heat. Do sethrak even kiss at all and how does that work? Do they unhinge their jaws?? Do they --- no, I'm not going there, that's a dangerous path to tread."

@huggy-kissy-erozikith

[dicenne]

💭 for Anzhin, Erozikith, or both ❤️

For Anzhin:

"He usually does such pretty songs..I would love to see him get up there and just do something completely unexpected. Can you imagine? Speakers just start blasting and he breaks into some screamo. That would shock everyone."

@anzhin-the-starman

[anzhin-the-starman]

Daily Writing Challenge: Day 7 - Infatuation

[This lore is a part of Anzhin's story during the three-year peacetime after leaving the Shadowlands, a little over two years in.]

Anzhin stood before his friend's door for quite some time, not quite knowing what to do. It was strange to be called here... Was the good healer trying to get him in for a checkup? He had been struggling quite a bit lately with his spirit, so that might be the reason, but he usually waited until he definitely needed a bit of Mist-mending.

"You know I can sense you out there, Anzhin." came the familiar deep, rich voice from within the home. As Anzhin floundered a bit, it was followed with a sigh. "Just, come in, please. You are wasting a lot of time."

The half-elf shook his head before pushing the door open, finding his 'elven' friend sitting at a table. Bright jade eyes peered at Anzhin, flaring white with assessment and the healer stood, picking up a tin from the counter. "You are distraught, your Chi still frantic. Why do you always wait until it's too late for easy mending, or only come when I call?" Karakash grumbled, pulling a small rice-paper strip from its container and placing it to dissolve within a steaming cup of fresh tea.

"It... It's difficult for me to explain." Anzhin said with a tight, nervous laugh.

The 'elf's head swayed with slight irritation, though he wouldn't push further. He knew not how to heal the Mind, only soothe and mend the Body and Spirit. He returned to the table and set the tea out, sitting down and gesturing for Anzhin to join him. "Let it seep. I will let you know."

The Mage nodded quietly, sitting down at the table and doing his own little inspection of his friend. The 'elf' seemed a bit... troubled. Anxious, perhaps. Anzhin grew concerned. "So... Why invite me here? A preemptive check-in, or...?"

"Can I not invite a friend over for some tea?" Karakash deadpanned.

Anzhin's brow shot straight up. "You don't do that, Karakash, nor have you actually called me a friend before. It's always been 'acquaintance' with you." He reminded, his gaze settling into something rather skeptic.

The healer pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "I... need help. This conundrum is something unfamiliar to me."

"Go on..." The half-elf encouraged.

"I..." Karakash took a few moments before clearing his throat and finding his grasp on his wording. "I would like to ask Velathra to join me for dinner. As a date."

It was a good thing Anzhin hadn't had any of the tea before him yet or else he would have spit it out of shock. "Come again?" He squeaked.

The healer rubbed his face. "I want to ask Velathra on a date. I've grown... infatuated." He admitted with an exasperated groan.

Anzhin blinked, pausing to find his own words. "How long has this been going on?"

"A little while." Karakash answered with a tensed jaw.

"And you've only thought to ask now?"

"I needed time to think. To make sure it was not a fluke." The 'elf' grumbled. "But, after some careful analysis and study, this... pain in my chest only happens when I think of her." He took a deep breath and exhaled, before jade eyes settled on the drink before the half-elf. "You may drink your tea."

Anzhin was quiet for a while before he nodded. "Understandable." He then picked up his tea and started to drink. After a few silent moments soothed with the balm of Mist-enfused tea, he spoke up once again. "Just... ask her. I know it can be intimidating at times, but Velathra is an incredible, welcoming soul." Summer greens peered at the 'elf,' a small smile curving his lips. "Honestly, I believe she would accept."

Karakash just... took that in for a bit, sipping his own cup of tea. "I... shall try tomorrow."

"Bring flowers~" Anzhin mused. "Aetheril and Talandra's Roses are her favorites."

~ @daily-writing-challenge​

Mentions: Velathra @dragonsiblings​

[artofradioactivechina]

Happy Mer-May!

Have a pretty Betta Fish Bard Boi!

[radioactivechina]

November 2022 Daily Writing Challenge Story List

11/20, Day 1 - Instinct/Neglect - Anzhin

11/21, Day 2 - Orbit/Illusion - Anzhin

11/22, Day 3 - Forest/Mortality - Anzhin            TW: Depression, a quote of Foul Language/Suggestiveness, sudden Violence

11/23, Day 4 - Children/Vision - Anzhin

11/24, Day 5 - Lush/Damage - Erozikith            TW: Emotional/Physical Abuse of a Child, Neglect, Mentalism, Pejorative Language

11/25, Day 6 - Home/Unnatural - Erozikith            TW: Sensual Mentions, Light Eroticism

11/26, Day 7 - Infatuation/Endless - Anzhin & Karakash

@daily-writing-challenge

[noonmutter]

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse! (For Anzhin ❤️)

My muse(s): Terry & Anzhin

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other - eh whatever occurs to us

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship - boy anybody who's lived a while and is hordeside coulda encountered Terry in so many unpleasant ways...

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals (creatively) | allies | partner-in-crime (literal crime, probably) | enemies (also possible, he's an asshole) | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other - EV.ER.Y.THING.

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[konietzko-sylvoran]

Konietzko's Tarts After Dark II Performances

November 20th, 2021 ✦✧Tarts After Dark II✧✦Official Show Flyer found Here Follow the links below to each of the dance routine writeups, artwork and live screenshots!

✦ Solo Dance number to Ciara's Dose found here ✧ Performance written to showcase Kon's personal talents as a leatherworker and costume designer as he meticulously gathered every feather he used in the headdress, on his thong and even made his own boots.

✦ Dance number to Adam Lambert's Superpower found here ✧ Performance written to showcase both Kon's thong, feathers, boots he made personally and the Snake's Skins leather jacket Wyatt made for Kon's show! Dancer's Trixany and Celedyn joined him in their own wild attire to showcase how free it feels to take back their superpower as proud Tarts!

✦ Dance number to Lady Gaga's Heavy Metal Lover here ✧ Performance written to showcase the talents of Konietzko, The Snake's Skins and Ocean's Lust. Dancer's Trixany, Celedyn, Anzhin, Konietzko and Zaneryne all took the stage in the beginning wearing sparkling showman's coats made by Wyatt of The Snake's Skins. As part of the routine they stripped from their long trench coats and tossed them aside revealing a mix of both Konietzko's personal work and Barry of Ocean's Lust's work in full body harness gear and toys/props all made of leather!

@succulent-tart @celedyn @trixcuomo @zaneryne @artofradioactivechina @golden-pocket

[ithiliosstarstrider]

Preparing for Wonderlight Ball at ToA, I have designed Leo's outfit for the night. @tristayranambrosio @anzhin-the-starman and I will be dressed in the theme of Moulin Rouge. Last year Trist and I dressed for Phantom of the Opera:

Art by Leshnadne