#dicenne

Come out to the Hearts of Tenacity Festival this weekend! Dicenne will be DJing the Friday night rave and performing on Saturday!

WHEN: Thursday, May 28th - Sunday, May 31st, 2026 WHERE: Tenacity Isle, Kun Lai Summit - Pandaria TIMES: Doors open at 4:30pm WRA/ 6:30pm MG Performances start at 5:30pm WRA / 7:30pm MG

I got two boys performing this week at the Hearts of Tenacity Festival starting THIS Wednesday! Jace will be performing a BRAND NEW piece on Thursday! Dicenne will be performing an old favorite on Friday! ~He will also be DJing the 'Decade of Decadence' dance party afterwards - 80's themed!~

This is hosted on Moon Guard Doors open at 6pm (CT) Kun Lai Summit

November DWC 2024 Day 1 - Sexy Cowritten with @dicenne

Ryland leaned against the doorway, watching as the other man woke up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. The glamours he placed had all disappeared at this point: No more short blond hair, the tattoos had returned, but the muscles were still all his. As sexy as spending the night with Captain Azeroth had been, Ryland always preferred Dicenne.

“Morning, Cap.”

Dicenne startled a bit and looked over, raising both brows, “You’re still here.” 

Ryland was almost never one to stick around the morning after, but he hadn’t seen his friend much lately thanks to both of them being away on mercenary business in Khaz Algar. “Figured we could get breakfast before I had to get back. My treat?”

The incredulous look was evident even in Dice’s profile. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Ryland might have been a mooch, but at least he was a very handsome mooch.

Dicenne looked back towards the empty bed, pulling back the rest of his covers and furrowing his brow, “Did–”

“Yeah, gone. Left early. Took a page out of my book.” Ryland flopped back onto the bed and rolled onto his back to look up at the ceiling. “Fun though, huh? Unexpected.”

Dice shook his head with a grin, “I’m not as young as I used to be. …But yes, fun indeed. It’s been a long few months, and being stuck underground for a lot of it was not as thrilling. Interesting places, interesting people, but I’ve missed the sun, and unexpected fun.”

Ryland watched him from the corner of his gaze, pursing his lips together briefly. “How are you? Are you okay? You’re always asking others, but does anyone ask *you* how you’re handling everything?”

Dice glanced over, quietly considering. “Not many. I’m…” He looked towards the window and furrowed his brows. His, and most everyone else’s go-to was to say ‘fine’ despite the circumstances. Ryland always knew when he was lying, and was anybody really fine right now anyways? “Tired. I feel like I’m doing well with the shop, and with the Tarts, and the mercenary crew, but it just feels all too…cyclical sometimes. Never enough times of peace before we just jump right back into it, it’s exhausting. Then with what happened to Dalaran, who is to say that won’t happen somewhere else? Maybe not the same..” He waves a hand, Ryland knew what he meant. “Already living through bad shit happening to your home more than once, then watching it happen to the homes of others, there’s just never a feeling of safety anymore, is there?”

“You’re right, there’s really not. With all that, it’s hard to even want to settle down, start a family…” Ryland gives his friend a soft smile, he knew him well enough at this point to see the signs.

Again, Dice smiled and shook his head. Not because Ryland was incorrect, but because he wasn’t the first one to call him out on that. “There’s never going to be a good time for that, is there? I guess that’s the thing, you just need to keep on living and moving forward in spite it all.”

“Wise words from a man that should take his own advice.” Ryland flashed one of those oh-so-charming smiles. The one you either want to kiss or to slap.

“Easier said than done.” Dice looked down, “What about you, are *you* okay? How are *you* handling everything?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Time for breakfast now?”

Down right magical. Nahi gets lost in the music when he plays. His songs don’t just resonate in the way she forms memories, they glow and they never truly fade. Nahi also envies his lifestyle. The footloose and fancy free way he lives would not be something she could pull off. She is too controlling to just let the wind carry her where it will, but there are times when she sees him that she wishes she could.

Dicenne just exudes confidence and care for others. The help he has given Nahi in the last year can’t be measured and she will never forget it. No, he didn’t get her hired on with the company, but putting her in touch with Talon was not something he was obliged to do, yet he recognized the feeling of being lost in her and found a way that could give her solid footing again. Watching his care for the troupe makes her feel more comfortable in the leadership role she has stepped into. Nahi knows that he will support her and help where and when he can, to the point that he still is happy to chat with others about it, but knows when to point them in her direction. She has observed him with Kai and how he manages her obvious care for him gently enough to ensure that her heart was bruised, not broken. That is a delicate balance that only a man with great empathy can pull off.

Thank you for asking @turning-through-the-never

November DWC 2024 Day 7 - Theory

Kara scritched behind Shabby’s ears as she hummed a little song she had made up for him earlier that day. Silvermoon City had grown a bit dull with a good amount of the inhabitants away in Khaz Algar, and she had grown a bit restless. Once a homebody, now she craved getting outside and spending time with friends and her big brother, Dicenne. He was gone, a lot of her friends were gone, and she didn’t want to keep bothering Vixannya with art things all the time when the woman seemed to be in a bit of a rut herself. 

So when her comm chimed and she read the message from Dicenne inviting her out to a family and friends Pilgrim’s Bounty feast at their camp in Dornogal, her mood almost immediately shifted. She committed a cardinal sin by shoving her cat off her lap before Shabby was ready to go, causing the beast to exhale a grouchy mew. She bent down and gave him a pat, “Sorry Shabs, I’ll make it up to you!”

Now was the time to start preparing, cause OF COURSE she was going to go early and stay at an inn to explore the city more and OF COURSE she was going to offer to help decorate early on the day of. She was excited to see the city and meet his fellow mercenaries, but mostly she was excited to just be doing -something- exciting.

Already in her room and laying out various outfits, she glanced down towards the chonky tabby and frowned for a moment. She couldn’t leave Shabby behind, he was family too! In theory she could just smuggle him into the city by hiding him in her backpack if needed…one of her larger backpacks maybe. Surely they wouldn’t mind, and surely they had other animals already there whether it was the local wildlife or hunter companions. Did the Earthen keep any pets? Maybe Shabby could make some friends. She would make it work.

“Don’t worry Shabs, you’re coming too.”

Day 7: Lover, Aftermath

(NSFW below the cut: strong sexual themes)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

[Music]

Jack had left the apartment early that day, entrusting that Jade would be fine by himself. The Raven had yet to emerge from his quarters and Jack was confident that he would be back by the afternoon. With Pepper at his side, the mechanical feline trotted happily, traversing with the dragon as he always did. An endless companion for a timeless creature, handcrafted by Darnath himself, Jack was rarely without Pepper in some form or another. Hells, even a feline who greeted Jade with happy meows, unwavered at the heat the man produced.

Outland was the journey's destination, an old outpost where Ethereals liked to still trade. While Darnath may have been excelling in prosthetics and bringing life into mechanical companions, Jack's tricks stayed closer to his branded 'Ethtech', engineering by Ethereals that he had studied for years before even meeting those in his life today.

The day had been filled with trading and tinkering, gathering the supplies he needed before he was off to Pandaria with Pepper still in tow to head to the Timeless Isle once more. A few weeks there was a mere few hours in the rest of the world, and it would give the dragon time to relax and work quietly by himself.

Each little piece and part was spread out in a familiar cave he and the raven had spent their time in together and one by one, each gear and gadget was placed together, building the perfect shape of something spectacular. Hands became greasy and worn as he worked feverishly for weeks.

Pepper often slept and relaxed nearby, once in a while playing with gears and rivets that rolled around. Jack had begun to wonder if that's what Dar or even Dicenne felt like while working and Jack entertained himself in their workspaces. Such brought a small smile to his face.

Memories flooded his brain during work, some things that he hadn't thought of in a long time, some that he was still angry about, and some that still brought a tint of red to his cheeks even then. He wondered how his friends were doing, those he hadn't seen in ages. Sana, Onyx, Cay... Those important in his life one way or another that he hadn't kept in contact with while 'sorting himself out'. Mayhap a party or a visit was overdue.

By the time he finished his work, Jack packed up the new egg-shaped item and hooked Pepper under his other arm, using a portal to get home once they were clear of the Timeless Isle's magic. He'd set his own companion down and just as he was getting ready to enter, a notification went off on his Tart comm.

Deagra? What did he miss?

"Hey uhh... think I hurt myself a bit in the practice room... little help guys?"

Sent 4 hours ago.

Furrowing a moment, Jackary chewed his lip at having missed the message and typed a quick reply to the group, balancing the attempt to open the door and carry all of his supplies at the same time. A simple 'Everything okay? Just got this' and a hope that someone had gotten to it already.

Naturally the moment he stepped into his apartment, his nose twitched at the scent of the place. Burnt salt, sugar, cleaning products, baked goods, sweat, and ashes... Whatever had happened in here, he was honestly unsure if he really wanted to know.

"Jade?" As he called out and stepped in, his toolbox was set off to the side, followed by Pepper who went bounding into the house to climb his cat tree, initiating weeks of pent-up ZOOMIES all over the house. The mechanical egg was carried over and when he paused at the cookie plate and note scribbled in front of Darnath's door, a small smile crossed his features. With the same amount of care, the item Jack had been slaving over was set in front of Jade's door before he moved his way into his own room. After all, he certainly needed a shower.