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(tw: implied but not describedâviolence, sex trafficking, gore. This one gets heavy.)
(For those that would rather not read that: A stranger finds Leon at the Halfhill market, tells him a story that brings some deeply unpleasant memories to mind, and tells him someone from his past is grateful to him for what he did to help them)
Leon hummed quietly to himself as he wandered down the line of stalls. He hadn't been down to the Halfhill market in quite a while, and with Penelope home now, he expected he wouldn't get many chances to do it for the foreseeable future, so he'd left her with Pin and the others and gone shopping. Solitude was harder to come by these days unless he was flying, and as much as he loved his life and his family and everything else that he had now, he did cherish times like these. There wasn't much to miss about the drifter days, but he did learn to enjoy taking time for himself.
And then, unlike the old days, even in his childhood at home, he had opportunities now that he never could've dreamed of. He'd been successful beyond his wildest expectations, with food and then with leather, and now even his tavern. It enabled him to do what his dad had taught him, to give what he could as long as he had it to give. Leaving a bit of extra gold at various stalls and asking it to go toward the next person that needed it felt likeâŚwhat had Valarin called it? The ofrenda? Like he was making a little ofrenda for them every time he did it. Maybe it might even work the same way and lead his parents to places they never got to visit in life. Probably not, but the thought made him happy, so he let himself have it.
Around lunchtime, he let the merchants alone to pack up everything he'd ordered and got himself a snack. In any other market, he'd have insisted on helping load up his goods, but in Pandaria he'd learned to stay out of their way; no matter what job they were doing, they took intense pride in their work. And besides, they were way more efficient at it than he'd ever been in his life. In this instance, he was not only allowed, but obligated to settle down at a noodle bar and relax for a while.
A glass of beer set itself down beside him as he slurped merrily away, followed shortly by a human woman whose hand it'd brought with it. She offered a warm smile to the Gilnean, who scooted a bit further over and gestured to the stool beside him without bothering to wait for the inevitable question. With a quiet laugh, she pushed dark brown curls behind one ear and settled beside him. "That obvious, huh?"
"Sorry, luv. It's just ev'ry other stool's open an' you were lookin' right at me." He grinned, then slurped up the noodles hanging off his fork. The woman raised a brow when she spotted it, and he ducked his head sheepishly. "Sympathy. I allus try with th' chopsticks, but um. My fishcake almost went int' orbit, y'see."
She laughed again, and he found himself chuckling along with her. "So, y' gonna make me ask?"
"What, why I wanted to sit and drink with a handsome stranger I found at the market?"
"Y' make it sound very romantic."
"Well, it is, a little bit. Lotta trashy romance novels start that way, don't they?" Before he had a chance to answer, she waved a freckled hand and smirked at him. "Sorry, old habits. I used to trade banter back and forth for hours with clients. But you're the only human here besides me that's not buying souvenirs, so I was gonna ask for directions."
Leon belly-laughed at that, twirling his fork in his noodle bowl to prepare another mouthful. "Rather less romantic, tha'! But I kin prolly 'elp. Where to?"
His impromptu drinking buddy's expression shifted, though he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or something else. It was there and gone with a quick sip and an equally quick brush of her thumb to clear foam from her lip before she set the glass back down. "That's the bitch of it, I'm not actually sure. I'm looking for a guy I haven't seen in years and I got this far before I ran out of ideas."
"Oh, we're back t' romance again, I see." Leon held up both hands as she turned a dangerous look on him, "No judgement! Romance is good! Just wasn't expectin' it, is all." Leon quickly ate his next bite and set the fork back into the bowl. "So tell me about this estranged guy o' yours, then."
She sighed and picked up her beer, gesturing with it more than drinking from it as she began. "I'm not much of an adventurer and as it turns out I'm a pretty lousy detective, too. But my old job did give me plenty of practice at charming people and getting them to open up to me⌠comes in handy when you're looking for somebody that doesn't wanna be found. I can only assume he didn't wanna be found, with how hard it was to pick up even little breadcrumbs here and there."
Knowing better than to ruin somebody's flow by interrupting with questions, Leon leaned back against the bar and listened quietly. He couldn't help but wonder if this was how it felt when he told stories about his life to new people, or when Meddlers did it.
"Last summer I got lucky, though. On my way back from the last lead that went cold, now that I think about it--anyway, I stopped at a cute little inn, couple rooms, nothing special but it was clean and homey. Girl running it was sweet as you can imagine, maybe half my age. Absolutely loved to talk, and happy to spend time with her guests after the kitchen closed. Family, the town, her kids, all the usual stuff."
He couldn't help but smile a little at the description. He'd always loved places like that; good, simple places run by good, simple folk. They reminded him of home back when he didn't have one.
"Then we got to how she got started. She got so somber, so wistful, I couldn't help but ask. She told me about this⌠absolutely awful hellhole of a brothel she was stuck in, when she was younger. Run by a minor gang, the kind that wants to graduate to the big leagues eventually. Kinda place that eventually gets raided either by the watch, the locals, or a rival gang, you know?"
Leon's ear twitched, and his expression very deliberately did not shift; his ever-present relaxed smile simply became something he held by conscious choice. The topic was unexpected and rather heavier than he'd thought things would get in the first five minutes of talking to this woman. Of course he knew plenty of places like that. Still not willing to interrupt, he gave a simple nod when she looked his way, and silently raised a finger to order a beer for himself. He wanted it more for distraction than for drinking, but the drink would be nice too.
"She told me about this worgen they hired on at one point. Stoic thing, scared the piss out of the customers, but left her and the other girls alone. Got downright terrifying if anybody got too handsy, took 'throwing them out' real seriously. Turned out he was a literal guard dog. Kept the shitty customers away, kept the other bouncers away too."
No.
"And then there was a runner this one time, and they made him bring her backâŚ"
"What're you waiting for, Fido? Go fetch!"
"What? Why me?"
The short, greasy little man cleared his throat. A bruiser next to him drew a pistol and aimed it square between Leon's eyes. "I don't recall this bein' a discussion. Go. Fetch. My. Merchandise."
He ran.
"He did it, but he came back looking like somebody told him his mom'd died while he was out there. That runner didn't show her face again, and he just got⌠mm. Stoic went out the window. Still quiet, but always angry."
He was vaguely aware of a beer settling on the bartop next to him, and of his fingers wrapping around chilled glass.Â
So, so angry. At that place, at himself, how stupid could he possibly have been? Of course they weren't okay. And what had he done? Fetched. After that, he tried to keep them safe. But they weren't, no matter what he did. Not while they were still there.
"And then one night, he wakes my storytelling innkeep and all the other girls up, and sneaks 'em out one by one. She figures the other bouncers either got paid off or threatened. She'd never seen him do worse than backhand somebody, couldn't imagine him killing.
"It was late in the fall, though. None of 'em had real clothes, just the stupid shit they always make the girls wear, more like cheesecloth than cloth, y'know? So he goes back in for blankets, and clothes, and finally, the cashbox. The cashbox took a real long time for him to find, for some reason."
"You mangy scumbag! WHERE ARE THEY?!"
Two guys pinned his arms behind his back and a third guy's fist met him with a right cross so hard he instantly tasted blood. The wolf wanted to snap back, teach them who they were fucking with. He refused. He wasn't a monster. They were.
"Where--where's Nina--"
The boss snorted, then snapped his fingers. Another crack and Leon's vision swam. "Seriously, Rex? That's what you're worried about?"
"When he comes back, he's got it, though, and he's got red all over him where he didn't before. All he does is hand it to her, tell her how to find the next town over, ends it with 'Don't go upstairs,' and walks off into the woods.
"Well, of course she goes upstairs. She finds two things: the beginnings of a fire that eventually brings the building down..."
Breathing was starting to hurt, and he wasn't entirely sure the one ear was actually still attached. The wolf snarled and raged in his head, and keeping it down was getting harder with every wheeze.
"I guess I was stupid for thinkin' you'd be handy to have around, Rover." His ribs weren't broken yet but they were close; even a kick from that pudgy fucker hurt like hell now. "Never expected a monster to turn up his nose at simple business."
Leon groaned. "Just tell me where she is. Please."
"Awwww, well since you said please." That damned pistol cracked him across the mouth again. "Don't you fret, Fifi. The real men took care of disposin' of used merchandise to spare your delicate sensibilities."
Leon's heart dropped. The word 'merchandise' ripped through his horror and the wolf leapt to catch it in its teeth.
"...and five bodies. Couple of thugs, the madame, and the wannabe gang leader. In pieces."
The taste of blood was still strong in his mouth, but it wasn't his anymore. He hated how much he loved it. He couldn't look at them anymore. They weren't safe with him. So he ran.
"By the time she gets back outside, the worgen's gone, and the other girls are wondering what the hell to do. So she reminds them there's a town to get to and some money to divvy up, and off they go. Never saw him or heard from him again. She used her portion to start her cute little inn, and she thinks about how he saved her life all the time."
It took Leon entirely too long to step out of his own head and realize she was staring straight at him. Well aware she'd pinned him to the nonexistent wall, he help up a jittery finger and took a long swig of his beer, downing half in one go. He knew the tang of blood wasn't actually there, but he needed to taste something just to be sure. "I⌠never caught this guy's name. This worgen of yours?"
Holding his gaze with hers, the woman set her largely untouched beer down and said, "Cambor."
No point in hiding the flinch. He started to say something else, only to freeze when the sun hit her hair and brought out the deep red in it. About a thousand questions died on impact with the wall of alcohol and time around his memories, and brought it crashing down. From the rubble, he picked up a tiny fragment and turned it over in trembling hands.
"Ginger?"
It appeared he wasn't the only one struggling to keep his guard up. Her eyes welled immediately despite her best efforts, and she huffed out a breath that might generously be called a laugh to disguise it. "Oh, honey. I'm--I'm not the first one to find you, am I?"
The question jarred his memory all over again, and he almost giggled. "...No, actually. There was one b'fore you." It was almost too perfect an answer, but it was also true. Terry had found him first.
"Well." She smoothed out the front of her dress, then abandoned all pretense of restraint and threw her arms around him. He caught her entirely out of reflex, and they both held on like they were afraid the other would escape.
"Everyone knows the second time is better anyway."
It had been a long, lovely evening. Nice and successful holiday with his spouses and lovers, and the new stocks had been... heh, well and thoroughly tested. After he'd finished cleaning them up and set against the basement wall, Leon decided he'd definitely gotten his money's worth.
But it had been a long evening. His lovers had already crashed, and he looked quite forward to joining them. Halfway up the stairs, his commstone chimed, and he seriously considered ignoring it until morning. But, every time he'd ignored a message in the evening, he'd ended up regretting it for some reason for another. With a quiet sigh he dug the buzzing thing out of his pocket as he stepped out into the living room.
He read the notification, then tossed it onto the couch and made his way to the kitchen for one more glass of water before bed.
About fifteen seconds later, he scrambled back out to pick it back up, then vaulted over the back of the couch and ran out the front door as fast as he could without breaking anything.
About an hour after that, Pin's commstone managed to wake her from a comfortable, exhausted sleep despite her best efforts to ignore it. Not without some undignified flailing in the process, she managed to get to it without waking up Trist or Cythion, but it felt like a very near miss.
"mhh... Leon? Where are you? ... What time is it?"
"Pin it's so bloody late m' sorry but listen th' baby's comin'!"
It took a second for his accent to filter through her sleepy brainfog, and then she was very suddenly awake. "Now? Like now-now?"
"Elly's water broke a couple hours ago. I'm with 'er now an' she's goin' through it, it may be a while yet but... yeah, now-ish sounds right."
"Cogs. Okay. Um. ... Cogs. What do you need from me?"
"Honestly I don't know. I just thought I should tell you. Not much now except 'urry up an' wait. But I'll keep y' posted."
'Hurry up and wait' accurately described Pin's immediate reaction. Soon as she'd heard "Elly's water broke," she sat up like she was ready to spring into action, only to stall out as soon as she tried to figure out step two. Leon was already gone, she herself wasn't much of a nurse and would probably get stuck on water-boiling duty if anything at all, and everybody else was still asleep.
She was suddenly struck by how utterly unprepared she was. She hated that feeling.
"I guess I'll get some coffee started. Let me know if you need me. Love you, Crow."
"Love you, 'Ellcat."
With yet more care not to wake anyone, Pin slipped out of bed and found some comfy sweats. She figured once she'd made some coffee she could try and distract herself with a book, but as she approached the couch, she noticed the crib right behind it. Leon had wanted to build one from scratch, but he was (in his own words) a lousy carpenter, so he'd gotten a kit and built it that way.
Couldn't hurt to give it a quick once-over, just to make sure it's nice and solid...
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Every so often, Leon had called her so they could discuss some plans for the next few days. And, to their sheepish realization, finally decide on a name.
By sunrise, Pin had completely disassembled the crib and rebuilt it, having noticed a few wiggly spots that she simply couldn't abide. Almost at the same time that she put on a new pot of coffee for the rest of the household, Leon finally had pictures and a name to send out to absolutely everyone on his contact list, including a few bewildered business owners (some of whom actually responded with congratulations later).
Neither Pin nor Leon were entirely sure they were really ready for it, but at least their little girl had a nice crib, a comfortable home, and a huge extended family ready and waiting to welcome her.
It only took them a couple days to realize they should send out actual announcements, instead of just a really stupid text proclaiming GUYS I'M A DAD NOW and a blurry comm photo.
The announcements came as a handwritten card and a proper photograph of the newborn babe, wrapped in a fluffy blue blanket with little duckies on it. She had a dark complexion and what looked like a tuft of her father's blue-black hair already, and her shimmering frost blue eyes almost perfectly matched the blanket. She also smiled into the camera like it was the absolute funniest thing in the world.
This is pure smut with several of Pin's Polycule @celedyn , @cythion , @noonmutter , @valarin-sunstorm @tristayranambrosio . Happy Valentines!
Pinapple flexed against the metal of the stocks, firm and cold against her skin, which was sprinkled in goosebumps, exposed to the air like this. She was properly entrapped, her hands and head firmly locked in place, bent over helplessly on the custom platform Leon had built for her. The potion heâd had her drink had left an odd taste on her lips, but she wasnât worried. She trusted him.
He had teased them all, promising a romantic gesture. What she had expected to be a warm meal or a wholesome exchange of gifts had been instead her dear husband taking charge of them, and leading them into the basement to reveal his new stocks, arranged in a circle facing inwards. With a firm hand, he had them all stripped down and locked in. Pinâs eyes darted across to take in the view of Celedyn, taut muscles showing off well as he seemed to grin around his gag, his body tensing as Leon passed close, circling them as he decided just who was going to receive his first gift.
Trist was forward on her left. She had decided to wear her feminine self, likely as her connection to their home started in that form. She looked so beautiful, trussed up and clearly aroused, sweat already started to glisten on her body, a brilliant sheen on already vibrant pinks and purples. She gasped and let out a desperate moan when Leon smacked her ass as he passed.
She caught Cythion in the corner of her vision. He was to her side, and she could only see his head at this angle, sighing contentedly as Leonâs steps paused behind him. It warped into a pleasured moan of approval with one good, hard smack.
Finally, finally, he paused behind her. Her body shivered as she felt familiar hands groping her, getting a nice feel of her tits before snaking their way down to firmly grip her ass. She gave a surprised whimper as a finger delved into her asshole, forcing its way in. It was a surprise she welcomed with a pleasured grunt as she fought to relax. Her head perked as she heard the unfastening of his belt, followed by the all too familiar feel of his cock, its length rubbing along the lips of her well aroused pussy, gods⌠the relief of that tension, the feeling of skin satiating her need, the anticipation of him taking her there, in front of everyoneâŚ.
He ground slowly against her, and her cries became more desperate, her lips drenching the ball gag as she tried to beg for him to fill her.Â
Instead, she felt his hands on her back, and the feeling of his body leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, âThanks for the lube, luv.â With that, he pulled away completely, ignoring her muffled protest.Â
Her lust was just barely slaked as she watched him walk back to Celedyn, quickly grasp that absolutely stellar ass of his, and without further ceremony, drove himself deep into his Elven lover, who released the most delighted squeal.
Pin almost came from just the sight of it.
She watched with a drunken hunger, her body hot with arousal, drinking in the site of Cele being thoroughly fucked hard, Trist squirming against her restraints, only able to imagine what was happening as her view was impeded. It was so much stimuli to drink in, and Leon certainly knew how to put on a show. He seemed ready to prove it as his limbs began to elongate, the fur slowly beginning to grow, his form beginning to tower higher, and Celedynâs pleasured groans deepened into a surprised yelp as the wolf grew while hilted inside him.
Despite his experience, Celedyn did not last long against this assault on his senses. His eyes grew leaden and dull as his body adjusted to the worgenâs size and strength, and Pin could swear she could see the shape of his cock straining against his body from within. A gasping cry escaped his lips as Celedyn came, painting the floor with his seed as his hips quivered against Leonâs girth, and the wolf gave a wild snarl as he thrust somehow deeper, hips quaking as his orgasm pulsed inside.
He held for a moment, gasping, unwilling to move in the wake of such pleasure. Pinâs eyes took in Leon pulling his cock out slowly, spattering himself with his own cum as his knot popped free, with yet more draining from Celedynâs properly fucked ass. His body began to shrink as Leon reverted to his human self, drenched in sweat and momentarily sated. He looked right at her as he picked up a bottle of water and downed it in one long chug, announcing his intent to continue more clearly than words ever could.
Pin thought she was going to die, from dehydration if nothing else, as she had never felt so aroused in her life, and agonized over the inability to do anything about it. Celedyn was already pouting as Leon moved along. Smart to begin with him, his desire was almost unquenchable, and to give him the first taste would only leave him wanting more.
He lazily walked over to Trist, who was squirming at just the sound of his steps and the sheer sense of his presence approaching her. She moaned helplessly at the first touch to her breasts, he leaned down to get that citrus-sweet taste of her at the nape of her neck. She shuddered as she felt his arousal pressing against her, and her body gave in to the anticipation right as he entered her folds. Wracked with mewling cries as her body quivered in orgasm, Leon was a cruel master and did not give her the kindness of a reprieve. He simply fucked her right through it, and began to transform once more. The distending of her body against the girth of the wolf was more noticeable as he grew within her, her cries of pain and pleasure growing more desperate as she realised what was happening. Sheâd known the wolf had gotten involved before just from hearing him, but had been unable to glean what exactly heâd done to Celedyn from her limited viewpoint. This time, the wolf indulged himself and rutted against her for some time, her body shaking and writhing wildly with each thrust. Gods, was he always that big? What was in that water? Pinâs thoughts turned to the future, her properly drenched pussy quivering from just the imagination of him properly fucking her as she watched Trist buckling against him.
With a howl and a high, keening cry, the two were undone, and he managed to messily disengage from her.Â
Pin could not hide her excitement as he changed direction, smacking Celedynâs ass yet again as he passed by, eliciting an excited growl from the elf, all too eager for another round. He dipped from her view, and she whimpered in desperate prayer, seemingly answered with the feel of rough hands against her hips, the feel of his eager cock rubbing against her once more.Â
She wailed desperately though as he teased, âThanks, hellcat, never can have too much lube.â She strained against her bonds, legitimately testing her enhanced strength against the stocks, threatening to break them altogether in her desire to force her dear husband to ravage her before she went insane. Unfortunately he seemed to have anticipated this, a custom build that accounted for her particular gifts, her efforts only rewarding her with pained marks on her skin.
Her concentration was broken at the site of Cythion beside her, drool pooling against his gag as his head shook, deep, low growls and groans as Leon began to fuck him. Leonâs hand moved to cup his chin, and she drank in the sight of his fingers lengthening into claws. The wolf grasped him tightly as the stocks shuddered against the sheer force of it. She could see Cythionâs every reaction to each movement; she was getting a contact high just from watching him. FuckâŚ
Her body shuddered, she cried out as white hot bliss finally released her from her tortured hell.
Holy shit. She actually came.
The stars from her eyes and the fog in her head were interrupted by muffled words and dulled sensations of touch along her body.
Her stupor finally gave way to the sensation of his cock forcefully entering her needy cunt, slamming her against his body properly. He didnât give her much time to adjust as he sped up, forcing her to cry out in pleasured pain against her gag. She could see the others looking right at her, lust in their eyes, as eager to watch her turn as to get another of their own. The intensity of the eroticism was overwhelming.
She could feel him grow, the presence of him dwarfing her completely, she could feel the fur growing and brushing against her skin, a bit of a ticklish squeal escaping her lips alongside her growls and moans. She could feel the dig of his claws, the small trickle of blood on her hip as they dug into her.
And cogs, could she feel him grow inside her. More, more and more, her body stretching wildly to make room for him. She felt like she would truly rip apart, and likely would have, she suspected, if not for the concoction that heâd had her take beforehand. She did not last against this attack; as much of an unassailable bulwark as she could be on the battlefield, Pinapple was a mewling pathetic little mess of a woman in the claws of the wolf, and she felt a deluge of warmth erupting deep within her.Â
The world was a blur, completely out of focus as her body went limp, her legs refusing to work anymore. She could feel his cum continuing to drain from her used pussy as he left her to recover.Â
Cogs, she was such a whore. And she loved it.
Leon let them stew for a moment, recovering and trapped within their lust.
She had expected that to be the end of it, to be released and drawn into a massive cuddle pile for aftercare with everyone.
But Leon smirked. And dragged one of the stocks into the center of the circle, offering a knowing wink to his wife in response to her quizzical expression. And as he moved out of her sight, she was surprised to see him leading Valarin in the room. Her shocked expression was replaced with⌠warmth, a somewhat wholesome amount of joy and pride aimed towards her fellow spouse, which he responded with a nervous, but appreciative smile.
With a bit of loving care, despite the sheer eroticism of the situation, Leon secured him into the stock, giving them all an amazing view from the side. âProud of you, SueĂąito,â he purred to his husband before securing the gag.Â
She shared in that pride as she wanted Valarinâs body quiver as his husband entered him, enraptured at the site of Leon plunging into him with practiced expertise. He enjoyed it, taking his time, being ever so gentle with him, before beginning the transformation one more time. She made sure to commit the sight to memory, the strain of Val against his restraints as Leon grew visibly within, watching him stretching against the girth of the wolf was intoxicating.
Val was undone, his arousal erupting wildly as Valarinâs hips shuddered against the wolf, who continued to drive in, painting his insides forcefully with another victorious growl.
A comfy tavern and venue that has a little bit of everything for just about everyone
Leon's opening up a tavern and small venue out in Pandaria, on a nice scenic cliffside overlooking the coast of Krasarang, and everyone's invited!
The Winking Wolf will be hosting what Leon sure hopes is the first of many Poetry Nights! If you have a story to tell, a sonnet to recite, or a song in your heart, this is the place to be! And if none of that sounds good to you, good news--there's great food and strong drinks, too.
When: 6:00 PM WRA time, January 30th, 2026
Where: Border of Vale of the Eternal Blossoms and Krasarang Forest, Pandaria
(OOC: Alliance player housing neighborhood "The Borough")
The event will take place inside the venue as long as the capacity allows for it. If not, there's outdoor spaces ready to go!
-- I am a frickin' moron I've been posting the wrong start time this entire time --
THE DOORS OPEN AT 6 PM WRA / 8 PM MG TIME, I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION, LORT I HOPE NOBODY PLANNED TOO HARD AROUND THAT WRONG TIME
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Leon's opening up a tavern and small venue out in Pandaria, on a nice scenic cliffside overlooking the coast of Krasarang, and everyone's invited!
On January 30th, 2026 at 6 PM WRA time, the Winking Wolf will be hosting what Leon sure hopes is the first of many Poetry Nights! If you have a story to tell, a sonnet to recite, or a song in your heart, sign up here!
This will take place in player housing, so closer to the event we will include information on anchors for grouping purposes. In the event we have too many attendees to stay in the instance, there is outdoor staging!
Lots of neat images of the venue can be found right here and you're welcome to visit the place whenever I'm online if you'd like to check it out beforehand. Just ask!
(I'm still finalizing signage and menus, but I thought it better to announce and allow time for signups ASAP. Stay tuned!)
Leon, being a farmboy and a cook, has a tradition for Pilgrimâs Bounty.
For the week leading up to the holiday, there is a rule in the Peppercog-Ambroce household, nestled comfortably up next to the mountains in the Valley of the Four Winds: The front door stays unlocked until sundown, every day, period. On the day of the holiday itself, it stands wide open. Anyone who wants a meal, a place to stay, some company, or anything else is welcome and is considered family as long as theyâre there.
The food is enough to feed a villageâŚof Pandaren. And it becomes apparent in the days leading up to the holiday that it very well might, as his neighbors (the closest stead is visible a mile away, and travelers come from as far as Halfhill) begin making friendly check-ins and bringing him extra stuff.
While there is always food ready and available (the final mile or so up to the house smells like heaven), the day-of meal is when Leon goes hard, and itâs when his direct family and close friends arrive. On the day of the holiday, that house is packed, there is an entire menagerie of pets romping merrily through the back field, and itâs a big noisy mess in which Leon stands firmly centered.
Attendees include:
Leon (obviously)
Kaewynn (wife)
Pinapple (wife)
Valarin (husband)
Celedyn (boyfriend)
Cythion (boyfriend)
Terry (big brother, Viscount of Keel, Baron of the Brightgrove)
Shedwyn (sister in law, Viscountess of Keel, Baroness of the Brightgrove)
Vember (big sister by adoption, Harvest Witch)
Cythionâs son, Oli
Oliâs two moms
Caythaes
Anzhin
Ithilios
Trist'ayran
Eleyn (Duchess of Aramore, head of Getaway Cafe, surrogate mother for Leon's soon-to-be-born first child)
Terryâs personal bodyguard, Tully
Shedwynâs personal bodyguard/attache, Shu-fen
Terry and Dwynâs ten children:
- Lucien (Dwynâs firstborn, 23)
- Praecormu (a bronze drake, Farraki troll visage, generically adult-ish)
- Toby and Graeme (twins, 11)
- Sam Jr (the only singlet besides Lucien, 7)
- Ulfric and Corben Caythaes (twins, 4)
- Tuileflaith ("Tallulah," usually "Tia"), Dearbhla ("Darva"), and Caoimhe ("Kevia") (triplets, 15 months)
A grab bag of adventurers referring to themselves as The Meddlers
You, if you want!
Until or unless I have the means to run it as a proper event (fingers crossed with the advent of housing next year!), I offer up the scenario of the Found Family Thanksgiving for anyone who wishes to make use of it.
If Leon has ever met you, even in passing, even if only for five minutes, consider yourself invited. If youâve never met him but your character would totally be down to crash a big family get-together that treats them like theyâre part of the family the whole time, do it.
Leon takes Pilgrimâs Bounty very, very seriously, and he means it when he says everyone who walks in that door is family until they leave (it also means that Leon hid all the really good silverware). They might very well be in danger of it lasting longer than that.
Feel free to throw your hat in the ring and say you were there, or even write up your own stories (or ping me for arpee about it, I might be able to accommodate a few here and there). If you do write stuff, tag me so I can see!
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The Succulent Tartâs After Dark is happening on the 12th of April! This is our annual 18+ event, so get ready for our Tarts to show some extra skin! đ Immediately following the performances, we will be hosting a dance party!
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:Â April 12th, 2025 (Saturday)
WHERE:Â Worldâs End Tavern, Shattrath City (Lower City)
TIMES:
Doors open at 6pm WRA (8pm MG)
Performance starts at 6:30pm WRA (8:30pm MG)
This is a Wyrmrest Accord hosted event!
Cross-faction / cross-server friendly!
ANCHORS:
TBD!
You can also join our community and request an invite!
COMMUNITY LINK!
We advise coming earlier to have your name checked off the consent form if youâve signed in advance. You can sign at the door, but itâs 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! You can also find links to our discord & tumblr (may not be updated w/menu & performers until closer to the event)! https://succulenttart.crd.co/#
Join our Discord =>Â HERE!
3 days filled with vendors, performances, raves, raffles, camping, fireworks, BBQ, swimming, and more!
WHEN:
Thursday, June 20th - Saturday, June 22nd
WHERE:
Mar'at, Uldum
!! THIS IS HOSTED ON WYRMREST ACCORD !!
THURSDAY EVENTS (Begins at 6pm WrA/PT - 8pm MG):
Chillin' & Grillin' BBQ social
This is a laid-back 'calm before the fire storm' event, there will be NO vendors, performances, or raffles today, but there will be A LOT of food, drink, swimming, dancing, and general fun! BBQ provided, bring a side/dessert/drink to share!
FRIDAY EVENTS (Begins at 5pm WrA/PT - 7pm MG):
Vendors, performances, raffles, Pride party, and camping!
SATURDAY EVENTS (Begins at 4pm WrA/PT - 6pm MG):
Vendors, performances, raffles, fireworks, and the Heat Rave 'til the sun comes up!
For more information, please check out our website:
Fire Fest 2024
Or this tumblr: @tartfirefest
You can find our Discord link on the sidebar for the Fire Fest tumblr!
useful/fun character development questions for couples
there are a lot of âotp questionsâ lists out there but I just wanted to make a list that was specifically helpful for writers, especially for working out the technical stuff of conveying Romantic Love. so, here ya go, stuff to answer for each character
What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like âOh, theyâre...hot...â
Does this change over time? What things do they find âhotâ about their partner after theyâve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?
By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of âI love this person,â but a moment that had them like âOh...I adore them...â
Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?
How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?
How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an âoh my god Iâm never going to think about this againâ thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?
Do they (or would they) pursue the other characterâs affection, and if so, how? Do they tell the other character how they feel? Try to earn their admiration? Woo them with romantic gestures? Flirt with them, skillfully or otherwise?
What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like?
What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?
What scares them about entering a relationship?
What fears, past traumas, etc. would be hardest for them to talk about with their partner?
How much independence do they prefer in a relationshipâdo they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?
What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?
What makes them feel loved? Would they build up the courage to ask for it?
What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.
If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?
Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?
Theyâre going through something incredibly difficultâperhaps theyâre very sick, have lost a loved one, or have gone through a traumatic event. Do they ask for or accept support and care from their partner, or try to isolate themselves?
Are they okay with public displays of affection? Do they like them?
When would they say âI love you?â Do they say it first? Do they say it often, or is it reserved for special moments?
If sex is something that would be part of a relationship for them, do both or either of them have prior experiences? If not, how do they feel about it?
What does sex mean for them? Socially, religiously, what attitudes are they bringing with them? Is âvirginityâ something they care about? Do they want sexual experiences to occur within a certain âlevelâ of relationship, or does that not really matter so much to them?
How comfortable are they talking about, and openly communicating during, sex?
What would their partner do that would really turn them on, perhaps unintentionally?
They accidentally hurt or upset their partner. What happened? How do they respond? What do they do to make their partner feel better?
They have an argument with their partnerâwhat is it about? Do things stay respectful, or is there some shouting and accusing going on?
They have to apologize to their partner. Is this difficult for them? How do they approach it?
How do they feel about the prospect of parenthood? Do they plan on it? How would they react if they suddenly found out they were going to be a parent?
What compromises are they making in their relationship?
What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?
What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?
How do their friends react to finding out theyâre a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?
Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?
Under what circumstances would they feel protective?
Would they get a pet? What kind? Who brings up the idea, and who takes a little longer to convince?
The Mailementals were going to be busy for a while, carrying little dark blue boxes tied with a simple white ribbon and addressed in glittering golden ink every which-a-way.
Each box's contents was the same: A card, and a little bag containing a pair of raspberry dark chocolate truffles.
The card was ornate and brilliant turquoise, fading into a deeper blue toward the edges, and covered in the same shining lettering as the box it'd arrived in.
"Seven years ago, a wee elf came up to a drunken human to compliment the shirt he wasn't wearing anymore.
"Seven years ago, a weary Gilnean asked a nervous Sin'dorei if he'd like to step outside for some air.
"Five years ago, the Gilnean and the Sin'dorei admitted their affections by complete accident.
"Five years ago, the Gilnean got into trouble, and the Sin'dorei dragged him out of it, and they admitted it intentionally this time.
"Three years ago, they announced they would be wed.
"Three months from now, provided their friends don't finally strangle them after all this waiting, they'll be following through with that promise."
"You are cordially invited to witness the union of Leon Peppercog-Ambroce and Valarin Sunstorm"
The location, date, and time was written carefully by hand on the back, and signed by the both of them.
When: 6 PM (PST) Saturday, December 2nd, 2023
Where: The Ruby Life Pools (you will need a summon for this! We got fancy!)
((It's about dang time, right? Anyone and everyone who feels like attending is welcome and encouraged to do so, but because we'll be sneaking attendees into a normally-inaccessible part of the Ruby Life Pools, you'll need to reach out to be invited to an ingame party first.))
((The ceremony itself will be fairly short, and the afterparty as long as people feel like partyin'. See you there!))
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