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2024 SCHEDULE

TENTATIVE (BUT PROBABLE) DATES

February 17th (18th AUS) Glitter is in the Air & Date Auction April 20th (19th AUS) After Dark Part I (18+ event) June 20th - 22nd (21st - 23rd AUS) Fire Fest August 17th (18th AUS) Succulent Tart's 16th Anniversary October 19th (20th AUS) Glitter & Ghouls November 16th (17th AUS) After Dark Part II (18+ event) December 7th (8th AUS) Winter Veil

All shows are usually held on Saturday evenings in the US/EU, Sunday midday/afternoon for AUS/NZ unless otherwise noted! Some dates are subject to change since we plan far out!

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@sharpen-jadescythe it be Jiro and @talthorn-sylvoran on a friend date, and @konietzko-sylvoran whisks him away

No creo que fuera lo que esperaba...

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Farewell For Now

Pre Amidrassil Patch In the early morning Jiroki takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She sits at her desk in her humble abode, tucked away and hidden from prying eyes. Nowadays she resides in the mountains of Grizzly Hills; the forests were nothing like those in Kalimdor, yet it’s the only area she’s felt a sense of home since losing her beloved Stonetalon.

Yet even so, she prepares for her departure, double checking her prepared letters in case the inevitable comes while she’s gone.

A knock on the door frame snatches her attention, prompting her to look. An old friend looks at her, moss clinging to most of his green skin that’s exposed, a forest troll with fiery hair and amethyst colored eyes. Dressed down from his usual armaments he wears, the Revantusk glances her over.

“It be gettin’ ta be dat time, ayah?” He asks, gently prodding about something as he juts a thumb behind him. “Iffin ya’ still plan on sailin’ ta de isles, gotta make ya’ way ta de human city.”

“Oh- seriously?” Jiroki utters when she briefly glances at the wall clock. She had less time than she thought; it’s time to go.

Her heart race spikes briefly, but she keeps herself composed, quickly stashing away the letters.

“Alright um- well like I said, the letters for the kids are here, in case anything happens.” A desk drawer is shut and she pats it, promptly moving to standing. “As well as my will and instructions for my things. But it- shouldn’t be a problem.” She adds on the last bit of her words as she glances away from Zim’bowa, the troll staring her down rather intently as she moves to a glass display case with a glaive encased within.

“This thing will probably vanish every sometimes! Just- PLEASE be sure you don’t mess with it, or put anything in it. Definitely do NOT let any of the children near it if you bring them over, they could get hurt if it suddenly phases-”

“I know it be soulbound, I’ve seen ya’ summon it.” The troll rolls his gemlike eyes, uncharacteristically impatient as Jiroki goes over her mental list of instructions for him. “We be careful, ain’t nobody gonna be touchin’ it.”

“Right, um…” Jiroki thinks, wiping her hands over her abdomen as she looks around. Now that it was happening she was starting to fumble with her words, but remembers something else as she then slips by him and into her living room. “I already went over the plants- just be mindful of them. I swear if anything happens to my cactus I got with Helsong, it will be your head.” “I think Helsong would have me head too. Don’t worry, de cactus will be fine.” He lets out a sigh, arms crossed as he watches the elf move this way and that, collecting her things. Zim’bowa’s gaze is piercing, and Jiroki can practically feel it spearing through her. But that doesn’t stop her from collecting her packs; small ones with just necessities and travel supplies, confident she’ll be able to make do once she’s with her people in the Dream. And although she could ignore those piercing gemlike eyes, she still felt the prick of anxiety lurking beneath. Does he know? “I’m taking Takesh with me, but make sure the children’s other pets don’t mess with his roost, or the children for that matter, he’ll get hissy if he comes back to it being used.” “If?” Jiroki’s lips purse at the way Zim’bowa points out the word, his tone of voice confrontational even. Yet still he just stands there, arms crossed still as he stares her down. Waiting for something. “Well- When, I don’t know, I’m not going to make promises either way, Goddess forbid if anything happens.” Having her knapsack, bow, and quiver, she’s ready for the journey as she begins to step to the front door. “Too much is at stake, but I’m going to do my best before I return home.” As she steps out the door Zim’bowa stalls a bit, reaching up to rub at his face in distress. With a sigh he rolls out his shoulders and straightens his back, and follows out of the house. Already she’s making her way towards the path that leads to the main roads in these mountains, without so much as a goodbye. “Ya’ failsafe is gone, Jiroki!” Zim’bowa calls out to her, and his words make her halt in her step. “Tch…” The elf closes her eyes and takes a breath, feeling her shoulders tense. She had hoped he wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t notice. Scarred ears twitch as she can hear him approaching from behind with slow, heavy steps, but she keeps to her place, knowing she’s been found out. “I be thinkin’ ya’ forget who ya’ be dealin’ wit’.” His tone is accusing, insulted even, looming above her as he looks down at her. “Ya’ didn’ think I’d notice de stench of de undead not on ya’ anymore? Dat rune from de Death Knight meant ta bring ya’ back ta life?” He grabs hold of her arm roughly and pulls her around, abysmal pits for eyes meeting his own. “I don’t need it!” Immediately Jiroki becomes combative, trying to shrug his hand away, but his grip is too strong. “It’s just a rune, nothing is going to happen.” “Maybe iffin I was someone else I’d believe ya’, but I was de one dat found ya’ left for dead in de snow all those years ago, de place ya’ took ya’self to ta die.” Jiroki winces at the way his grip tightens on her, and she scowls up at him. The look in his eyes makes her falter though. Amidst the anger and disappointment in them, she knew him well enough to see glimpses of other emotions swimming in his eyes. The worry, the confusion, the fear. Something makes him see clarity for a moment, and he exhales a heavy breath as he looks down at his hand on her arm, his grip loosening just lightly to not hurt her anymore, but he doesn’t let go yet. “Jiroki…” His voice more solemn he looks into her eyes again. “... Where are you going?” Her lips part, but she surprises herself as she can’t find the right words to say, having no answer to that question. A lump forms in her throat, and deep rooted emotions coil around her heart from years upon years of anger and grief, making her eyes swell as she finds herself confessing to him. “I… I don’t know where I’m going.” Unrest lingers in Zim’bowa’s gaze still as he peers at her, searching her gaze. Yet he finds the genuinity in her words, and his hand lowers to her own.

“I wish I knew what was goin’ on in dat head of ya’s ta help…” He lightly squeezes her hand in comfort, and leans forward to rest his lips to the top of her head, tusks framing around her. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but ya’ are well loved, ok? When ya’ figure ya’self out, we’ll all be here for ya’; ya’ friends, ya’ family. And even if they’re not, I will be. I’m not goin’ anywhere wit’out ya’.” Jiroki could only nod under his touch, tears having slipped out, at risk of hiccuping on her own words. She squeezes his large hand in return, and when he draws back she starts to wipe the tears from her face. “I lost myself so long ago. If I find myself again, you’ll know.” “Ok...” With a heavy heart, Zim’bowa lets her go, remaining where he is as she begins to walk away. With each step she takes she goes further and further, leaving her home behind. Though her hippogryph companion lingers in the trees and watches the ordeal, he follows in the air as the elf decides to start her journey on foot, alone. Long neglected turmoil lingers in her heart, the loss of family and loved ones finally catching up to her, too heavy to set aside anymore. As she walks the sun rises higher and higher, the light painting the landscape in beautiful colors. Deciding to start from the beginning, she goes back to her people, back to her roots. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC I'm not sure who ends up reading this, but if you did and made it here I'm very grateful for it. With this story being done, I'm not retired from RP, and from Jiroki as well. This isn't my best works I've written, but I wanted to give her a proper farewell and a reasoning for her absence should I ever return to the RP scene in the future. I tend to project in my writing a lot, and my divorce I went through is still taking it's toll on me, and I am pulling away from WoW and the online world in its entirety. This blog will remain though, and despite circumstances things are going well for me. I've met some wonderful people local to me and I am catching up on my health checks, and I also will be undergoing through a fitness program to get me back into shape that will most likely make me go radio silent for several weeks for those that tend to talk to me often. I have ambitions on working on my own original works, and I may post about those in the future on this blog if I get them published somewhere. But in the meantime, it's been a fun ride and I've learned a lot of the years. I'm still available for messaging if anyone so happens to want to reach out to me. For my own archive, here is Jiroki's original Character Sheet of her description. God bless you all, I'll see you around. ✌

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For Sharpen, Spotify ask: 35

"SHARPEN!" Jiroki suddenly barges into Sharpen's room, most likely uninvited but not unwelcomed. "I have a show idea! I think we should duo this song together, but I don't know if maybe Trixany would be interested. But I think for it I'll need stunt doubles for me to do choreographed fighting with. Do you think I can get away with using Al?" (( Thanks for the ask, @trixcuomo!))

#ask me

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Jiroki is known as "bread elf". But does she have a special bread that she likes? Or that she enjoys making?

"Hm... I like sourdough, but I don't think I have a particular bread that I enjoy the most." Jiroki ponders over the question, and then shrugs. "Sometimes during Brewfest, I like making pretzels at home, it's nice to do and it's a fun activity to try and teach my children to make the shapes." (( Sorry for the delay, thanks @trixcuomo!))

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Spotify Wrapped 2023 is here!

Send me a number 1-100. I will find that song on my top songs and write a starters for us based on it!

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Succulent Tart's After Dark Pt. 2 2023!

Jiroki‘s silhouette is seen as she moves onto the stage near the back. Good eyes will be able to tell she’s wearing a black lace gown, with detailed embroidery but otherwise the fabric is see through. Underneath she wears thigh high stockings, a garment that looks like just mere panties with similar embroideries like her gown. Up top her dress is able to cover her chest, no sleeves and is only held up by lace crawling up and forming a choker around her neck. Lace gloves adorn her hands as well, crawling up to her elbows to help make the whole attire come together. A flattering piece that does more than enough to accentuate her figure and child bearing hips. Her hair is tousled up into a half updo, the ocean colored locks tumbling down behind her. Some music begins to fade in, a slower beat that’s steady, somehow both relaxing and upbeat at once. As the Kaldorei strides forward the lights turn up, allowing everyone to see her attire better. Glitter has been gently contoured onto her facial structure, midnight eyes glancing around as her full lips are parted. A tongue grazes over one of her elven canines as the music gradually builds up, scanning the crowd, and then she begins to sing. “Something chronic, bit demonic, I been on the late shift…” Jiroki walks slowly along, her demeanor wistful as her fingers lightly play with some of the sheer fabric hanging around her frame as she avoids making eye contact with anyone in the crowd. “All alone, staring at my phone. Sin and tonic, stupid promise, something like a death wish-” This time she lets out a longful sigh, midnight eyes glancing out towards the audience. “All alone, stare into my soul.” “If I wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind!” Jiroki turns her head away as she props her hand out in front of her in a stop motion, having an expression that shows her heart’s conflict. “Yea I knew it, I been through it.” Now Jiroki starts to step forward, moving with purpose as she takes steps down off the stage. “If I fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind!” Stopping just before the first row, coming on in for some audience interaction. “Yea I knew it, I been through it!”

Jiroki’s sights line on %t, and her fanciful conflicts come to light. “Oh, Gods!~ Can you make my heart stop? Hit me with your skill shot baby.” She's coming in quick, her steps sauntering as she gets close and personal. “I mean it so serious! Gods, can you make my heart stop?” She turns herself to slide onto %t's lap, long legs draping over as her hand runs up along the side of %t’s face, to make sure they’re looking at her. “Honey with your kill shot baby, I mean it so serious!”

Still on %t’s lap, her lips hover close as her arms move behind their head as their eyes lock. %t can see the starry expanse in those midnight eyes up close as her hands shift behind their head, peeling off her long gloves. Once they’re off she drapes them around %t’s neck, even giving a light tug to yank them even closer. But a hand comes up to their face to prevent them from getting too close, and then she stands and begins to saunter away, leaving her gloves as memento.

The tempo slows once more, and Jiroki wanders around as she resumes her song, idly glancing at all the people she passes. “Stolen nectar, misadventure, something like a death kiss…” But she knows where she’s going, longing eyes falling onto a large Mok’nathal in the crowd, slow steps approaching him knowingly. “Growing cold, under your control.” In a desperate fit she comes up close, balled fists lightly hitting his chest in beat with the song as she keeps singing. “Knowing better, twisted pleasure, got me feeling breathless!~” Jiroki turns to press her back against Kol’s broad chest and slump down some, her hands and body braced against Kol’s chest and trailing down with her as she laments against Kol’s touch, breathless. “Growing cold, will you let me go?”

Jiroki then pushes off him swiftly, trying to break herself away. “If I wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind!” Glancing back towards Kol, then she forces herself to look away. “Yea I knew it, I been through it!” Heading towards a table she slides up beside %t, idly nudging them aside with her hip as she tries to relate to them in her song. “If I call in every time, wicked love will leave me blind.” She sighs and acts in distress, once more looking like she’s about to burst. “Yea I knew it, I been through it!” “Oh, Gods!~” Jiroki is now climbing up onto the table, eyes locked intensely onto %t across from her. “Can you make my heart stop? Hit me with your kill shot baby.” She prowls like a saber on all fours closer to %t, back arched even before she stops before them. “I mean it so serious! Gods, can you make my heart stop?” On her knees and well presented in front of %t, her hands glide up along her thighs and torso over the lace of her dress, before she tears it off. It comes off clean, detaching from the decorative lace covering her chest and the collar, leaving her in just that and now better showing off a bedazzled thong that’s very cheeky. The loose fabric is tossed carelessly away from her for whoever gets it first, deep eyes solely set on %t, once more in a prowl as she reaches over to pull %t closer. “Honey with your kill shot baby, I mean it so serious.~” Jiroki lets go and her eyes glance around the room to fall on someone else, double glancing at them when she recognizes the face. Kaldorei fangs peek out as she slips off the table and saunters over towards Raikis. Everyone can now get a better view of lavender skin and voluptuous curves, but Raikis gets an even closer view as she comes close and beckons for his hand to go with her.

Raikis smirked as he felt the Kaldorei’s gaze fall upon him, a finger tapping along to the beat as there was a little break in the lyrics. His head tilted up as she got closer, taking in the view that he was afforded as he took her hand and let her guide him up and along for the ride.

With her guest in tow, Jiroki guides him along through the throngs of people and back towards the stage. In her absence a lounging seat has already been placed, which is where she guides Raikis to sit. His back towards the crowd, Jiroki circles around the Sin’dorei and eyes him over, head to toe before she reaches down and slips out one of his own daggers hidden inside his coat jacket, dancing the hilted blade in her hand as she comes in front. She straddles him boldly as she sings the notes of her song to him, flipping her sea green hair back with a suggestive look in her eyes. Dagger in hand, she takes the pointed tip of it and lets it rest just underneath the thin fabric that covers her chest and neck. The hilt is held out towards Raikis, the job obvious for him. Raikis looked at those he passed as he was brought onto the stage before being brought to the stage and seated facing Jiroki, turning his head to try and follow her. That attention shifted to the dagger she took from him, giving her a personal grin as he watched her get more brazen atop him. An eager hand took back the dagger when she held it out for him. He brought the blade up so it would sit just above her skin before he’d make the cuts along the fabric. He started by cutting her chest free of the silks containing her bosom, letting them hang more loosely over her. The danced back over to the middle of her chest, blade splitting the fabric there slowly as he brought the metal up towards her collar. He slid the blade along her neck for a moment before it slipped its way between her collar and her throat, cutting it clean as he drew the blade towards him, cutting the fabric completely free as it fell off her body to let everyone enjoy the show more fully. Jiroki’s head drops back in ecstasy as he cuts the fabric from her, the music suddenly becoming more upbeat and fast as her chest is exposed. Large lavender breasts are dusted in glitter, dark purple areolas like hard studs that are in range of Raikis’ fingers. But the dagger is suddenly seized away from him, and she takes it as she pushes him back further in his chair, hips beginning to gyrate over him in rhythm as she cuts upward on his own shirt as well. Her free hand roams over his exposed chest and lower, the view obscured yet very suggestive as the man’s back is towards the crowd. Quick with the blade, she brings the dagger under the side of her thong and snaps the band, pulling out the entire fabric with ease and tossing it off stage. Completely barren with her form shimmering in the light, but only Raikis able to see the flower below as he gets his own personal show.Raikis started spinning the dagger in his hand idly as his focus was squarely upon her body until that blade left his possession again and he was pushed back against the chair. He chuckled as he grinned wide at her, cutting through his clothes and the feel of her hands as they worked suggestively upon him. His hands grasped her upper thighs as she snapped her thong off and to the side to pull that personal show closer for his viewing. His fingers massaged their way up along her body, staying behind her and out of view as they indulged in her splendor.

Jiroki gives a wicked smirk at Raikis’ reaction, the music beginning to slow as she in turn slows her pace. “Come and get that, come and get that…” Her voice dropping to a whisper, laying herself over top of him, her breasts noticeably smooshing out over his chest as he gets a direct feel of them and the rest of her body, the dagger idly tracing along his cheek. “Come and get that kill shot baby…” Feeling his hands roam up her legs and onto more, hips angled just right over parts of him that’s harder than his steel daggers. “I mean it so serious.~” And in a sudden motion, the two meld into the shadows together, hidden from sight and gone.

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💋 SUCCULENT TART PRESENTS: 💋

The Succulent Tart’s After Dark Part II is happening on the 18th of November! This is our second annual 18+ event, so get ready for our Tarts to show some extra skin! 💋

Due to the more risque nature of our performances, an OOC Age of Consent form is required to be signed by all guests who attend. There are no exceptions. Please be sure to sign up on the character you are going to be attending with! You and your character must be 18+ to attend.

Link To Form => HERE!

WHEN: 18th November, 2023 (Saturday) WHERE: World’s End Tavern, Shattrath City (Lower City) TIMES: Doors open at 6pm WRA ( 8pm MG ) Performance start at 6:30pm WRA ( 8:30pm MG ) This is a Wyrmrest Accord hosted event! Cross-faction / cross-server friendly! ANCHORS: Horde: Baerithryn-WyrmrestAccord Alliance: Magejiro-WyrmrestAccord

We advise coming earlier to have your name checked off the consent form if you’ve signed in advance. You can sign at the door, but it’s better to do so before the event! Click the link provided above for the Age of Consent form!

Extra Information! Check out the Succulent Tart website for information on performers, events, bar menu & more! As well as links to our discord & tumblr! https://succulenttart.crd.co/# Join our Discord => HERE!

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Come see Jiroki perform for the last time this year at the @succulent-tart After Dark pt. 2!

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Water Witch 🌟

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Lone Wolf

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MAGIC INKTOBER Day 18 - Saddle | Day 19 - Plump

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fragmentos de un sueño víctor m. alonso

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annie steg gerard

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melody

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