Shout-out to women who don't shave. Y'all have the right idea cause that shit is annoying

🍁🍂Autumn in Oakwood 🍁🍂

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Miracle: So… Now what? Jay: Now we put our rings back on and pretend we never made the stupid decision to break up. Miracle: Do you want to try the long-distance relationship again? or- uh we can move. Jay: No, that would be another stupid decision. I'll go pick up Cosmo and head back to the ranch. Miracle: But Birdie, I don't want you to give up. Jay: It's okay, Mir. I wasn't happy there anyway. Damn, I couldn't even make music, and that's what I went there for. Let's just say I tried, and it didn't work. Miracle: Are you sure? The reason I decided to end things was so you wouldn't have to worry about us. I didn't want to hold you back. Jay: I like music yeah, but I love our family… I love you. I'm not going to put that at risk again. It’s ok, I like my life as it is; that was never the issue. Jay: anyways, I'm going to take a shower, are you coming? Miracle: Uh… yeah [grabs Jay's phone when hears him coming down the stairs, hesitating] actually, you go first. I'll be down in a moment.

At the risk of sounding basic (then again, I am a basic bitch) fluff with eventual smut fics are like pumpkin spice. It might take a while to get to the spice, but when it does, it's the perfect blend of spicy and sweet you just can't get enough of.

o quam sancta, quam serena - quam amoena esse virgo creditum 🪽

Inguz & Wunjo

This was technically the first drawing I did for year... the rest of the erotical-ish pic will be under the cut (even if there's nothing explicit, the posing edges on it I think) plus a very personal rant about the subject of my art and how impacts my identity and self-reflections.

Even if is still conflictive to my brain to look at it, I like it!

I blame my aroace brain for making me doubt so much about my art in these themes. I don't post a lot of these because I think are too soft, and edging but not stepping on full nsft territory to be labeled or liked by other people into that stuff.

Is extremely personal too: the characters depicted are interpretations reduced to the bare core concepts and in an aesthetic that aligns with my most spiritual self.

That's why, instead of erasing them how I used to do in the past, I started to hoard them for my private grimoire: to try to understand this side of me, not exorcize it like there are wrong to draw or even think. I want to believe my subconscious wants to say something behind all the scratching lines...

Or just accept that like the blood moon, hormones just want to have fun and they take over my art skills, the most accessible and consenting way to make me fall for this haha

I acknowledge this is still very me: the tenderness, the longing, even the soft monochrome colors, those are all there.

Anyway, I'll keep these just for me, only wanted to share as a reminder to myself that it's alright to have complicated feelings and, who knows, Windy of the future will have the replies to these doubts.

By the way! The title references the name of two runes, Inguz (Union) and Wunjo (Joy). During that first week of the year I was reading about them, I'm still not sure if making them part of my monthly rituals but I like sprinkling them meaningfully now and then in my art!

Seeing Red

👀 +Abby and Aegon + after the wedding night...

Send me Eyes, a pairing, and a word/words for a short drabble! (so, technically, Arc II actually deals with this - that's right, we're not just stopping at Abrogon's wedding. There's three parts to this! And I don't have anything written for this yet but hmmm....)

Abby moaned softly, shifting against the damp ground, her body aching and sore. Aegon huffed a breath against the back of her neck in his sleep and she snuggled back into him. He was warm, hot, even, and every inch of him kept the early morning mist and chill away. So warm, so warm she wanted to crack open the cage of his ribs and crawl inside and go back to sleep if it wasn't for the bird chirping in the expansive Godswood of Harrenhal.

"Keep wriggling like that," he muttered against her skin, his teeth sharply pressing into the back of her neck. A moan drew from her, sleepy and only half sated as his threat trailed off. She could feel him though and she smiled wickedly, sleepily, to herself and wriggled again.

Don't know what to call this situation But I know I can't call you mine

made 2 scar refs for sugar & WN/wendel aka i turned the "excuse to show off sugar's top surgery scars" into an excuse to show off ALL THE SCARS. INCLUDING BULLET WOUNDS, SORRY,

OFC THERES A LOT OF SCARS UNDER THE CUT. WARNING YOU OF THAT.

for sugar i remained more within the realm of reality.

sure maybe 1 burn but not too bad.

wendel's scars are wackier bcuz he's been in altercations with magic users

notable ones are left leg vine patterns, on his back to the left is a heart shape, right shoulder is a moon and a star, left shoulder is a target (kinda, but its prolly just some magic attack), a large explosion-like burn prolly from a fire spell or smth, and the bullet wound in his left hand which is from some typa magical bullet.

also the X shape scar on his right leg is prob also from a magic projectile

committing to a bit with my roommate. we're using 11 and a half sticks of butter and 10 eggs today and tomorrow. I'm going to bring a stupid excess of cookies and mini cupcakes and brownie bites to Thanksgiving dinner. the most I've ever made was like 12 dozen cookies and it was ridiculous. our low ball is close to 15 dozen. there will be even less people for dinner than the time I made 144 fucking cookies.

So apparently my previous boss is famous in southeast asia but he won't tell anyone why

I wanna fucking tear you apart

speaking of things i have never written though: the rockstar au that is probably the most obvious modern verse you could come up with for jack ( seeing as he literally descends from rock royalty ), and occasionally i consider it or i consider branching off of his already established spice boys verse where he goes solo and hits it big later in life as a rockstar, but the thing that always stops me is that, in this scenario, this man's ego would skyrocket to a nonsensical degree. mariah would have nothing on this diva right here, i'm telling you

happy anniversary - part 1/4

q said he’s taking full advantage of being kid free and having his wife all to himself for their anniversary destination date night in sulani. just don’t make another kid sir. please and thank you.

and even though q pokes fun at her, he knows bailey’s happy place is getting dressed up and then getting those couple selfies in. is it even an anniversary if there aren’t a hundred pics to commemorate? we think not!