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juniper ref 2025 (1/4)

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Hello Folks!

The following text is explicit in nature but not necessarily 'NSFW', there is your warning :thumbs_up:

Funny concept, sweet product, about two women in the wild west. (1490 wrds.)

Samira is not at all affronted to find Batty sitting criss-cross on her living room floor, her back hunched over a tin plate of what looks to be cherry pie as her fingers are stained red with a large spoon lying neglected in an absent quarter. Following a quiet snort, she leans against the frame, watching Batty follow the flames in her fireplace as she slowly spoons another serving, where Samira tuts and moves in. “Now, where did you get that from?” She wonders whilst tumbling into a seat beside her.

It takes a second for Batty to reply as her ‘caught’ expression is latent to depress until Samira meets her at eye level with a cracking smile. “I didn’t steal it.” She clarifies, though Samira raises a brow. “Miss Perkins gave it to me.” She insists.

A humorous scoff turns out of that smile, “Oh yeah? And why’d mean old Perkins give you a whole pie?” She questions.

“I help her with her farm sometimes. Just little things, but—“ Batty holds the spoonful towards Samira, her hand shadowing beneath as she bounces it to catch her attention. Samira exhales through her nose as her lips turn crooked before, hesitantly, leaning down to accept the bite with her hands holding her coiled hair back. Batty doesn’t return to her explanation until Samira pulls away with half of the serving. “—Her family isn’t around much, so all the little things help.” As Samira nods and works through her helping, Batty pours the rest into her mouth. “And she’ll give me things sometimes.” She adds as she chews. “Like coins or this pie!” She grins and puts the spoon down.

“Somehow,” Samira begins with smacking lips, trying to swallow down the lingering filling with only her saliva. “It doesn’t surprise me that you get along with that old crone.”

Her nose scrunches. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

And as she interrogates, Samira holds her palm beneath Batty’s outstretched hand, covered in sticky residue from the dripping spoon. “That’s going to be you in 20–30 years.” She says as Batty stays stuck on their oddly layered hands, completely lost to the intention behind it. “Alone, old, cranky, and living with a couple dozen cats…”

“I don’t like cats.” Batty dismisses, swiping her free hand in the air.

“No?”

She shakes her head. “We had this mean ‘ole tabby back home.” She says as she takes that hand and points to a faded scar stretching over the side of her forehead, hidden by her parted bangs. “Scratched me right here.” Samira entertains by tracing her thumb over the line before pressing her lips against it, which makes Batty’s already weak follow-up of “made me more of a dog person, I…I uhm, I gue…” completely disjointed.

That flustered reaction brings Samira back with a chuckle which fades as her attention redirects to their still-cuddled hands. Gently, Samira bows her head over Batty’s palm, where she begins to lick the filling off. 

Batty feels a rush of heat trail up her body as she does, fixed on the sight and thus sitting completely still with heavy breaths that come out from holding them back.

When her hand is clean, Samira moves up her arm, retracting her tongue as her lips purse out towards Batty’s upper arm and shoulder. From there, her lips jump to connect with Batty’s, who manages to break out of her frozen spell and return the gesture with her hand running into her hair.

After Samira separates, Batty asks, “What was that for?” In more exhalation than words against her lingering lips.

She smirks, “You’re too cute to be lonely.” Samira replies as she burrows her head into her neck, alternating between biting and kissing her skin; Batty’s grasp over her curls tightening with every sharp breath.

Soon, her fingers hover over the buttons of Batty’s masculine button-down. “Susie?” Samira peers up from the curvature of her neck, only managing to get her jaw and the tip of her mouth in sight. “You alright?”

Batty swallows back, and Samira can feel it travel down her throat. “Yeah.” She answers dryly. “Yeah, I mean, uhm…” she stammers while Samira leans back to face her. “I’m not… I don’t… I mean, I know what…. I know that when, uhm, a man and a woman love each other very much—“

“Oh my God.” Samira falls back onto her legs and lets out an involuntary laugh.

Batty fidgets in her seat as a vibrant red swarms the entirety of her body. “It hasn’t really come up before!” She excuses.

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” And Samira holds a wild grin. “You’re seriously tellin’ me nobody wanted a piece of this face?” She coos as she cups Batty’s burning cheeks.

She slaps her hand away. “Unsurprisingly, no one was all that interested in the loony shut-in with no prospects.”

“I am.” Samira returns.

Batty bites back the smile that instant reply ignites. “Yeah, well, your sanity isn’t without question either.”

Samira clicks her tongue as her eyes flicker to the ceiling. “Oh, shut up.” She warns despite her hands moving forward to dislodge the small black buttons of her top.

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There’s a long moment of calm as Samira nestles her head into Batty’s neck and curls against her bare side while Batty lies flat over the carpet, the stench of sweat and exertion getting drowned out by the smoldering wood. That is, until Batty interrupts the silence with a tittering, “So…” that gradually raises Samira’s head. “You’ve… done this before?” She wonders vaguely.

She tilts her head. “Sex in general or with a woman?”

Batty hesitates. “Both?”

She thinks for a moment, then chuckles. “Yes… to both.” Though that humor dies with a sigh as she starts absent-mindedly caressing Batty’s cheek. “I was married once.” She confesses.

Batty blinks. “Really?” She exclaims over questions, though, with Samira’s encouraging “mhm.” She continues, “Are… Are you still…?” She trails off as her finger bounces over her opposite ring.

“No.” She awkwardly gasps out. “No, uh, I’m ’widowed.’” She clarifies with emphasis on the word ‘widow,’ like it was a title given, not owned.

“Oh,” Batty mutters. “I’m sorry.”

“No! Don’t be! I—“ But then she holds herself back with a look Batty recognizes but can’t gauge. “Don’t be.” She concludes instead as Batty’s lips falter into a slight frown. She shakes her head and props up a faux smile that deepens Batty’s downturned expression. “After that,” she clears her throat. “After that, I decided to try everything—including men, again.” She grins stupidly at herself, which succeeds in alleviating the pit in Batty’s stomach, though she has no room to relate. “Then, after ‘everything,’ I decided a lot of nothing suited me better.” Finally, she reaches Batty’s face, halting her petting hand. “Until I met you, anyway.”

Batty smiles widely. “I don’t think I’m much of anything.”

Samira snorts. “You’re a handful.” She retorts, pinching back the fat of her cheek, which makes her laugh. She stares unabashedly at her spasming chest and rowdy cackles until she calms. “Seriously,” she mumbles, “not one schoolboy or farmhand that gave you the light of day?” She presses.

Batty’s grin trembles but manages to keep. “Didn’t go to school or need help on the farm.” She dismisses. “Ma was a teacher, so it wasn’t worth the hassle of going.”

“I thought your ma was off her rocker.”

She shrugs, “So am I.”

Samira smacks her lips, “You know what I mean.”

Batty drops her head to the side, her mouth pursed and stretching to her other cheek. “She… Was losing herself towards the end there, yeah.” She concurs. “But by then I could teach myself, so it didn’t affect much all in all.” She assures though Samira doesn’t believe it for a second.

Still, she turns her hand over to her chest. “Don’t sleep on the couch tonight.” She requests.

Batty’s head snaps back. “What?” She asks with a hitch of alarm in her voice. “Where will I—“

“In my bed.” She interrupts with solace. “With me.”

A familiar flush knocks against her face. “Oh.” She nods. “Yeah, okay, I’d—I’d really like that.” She gleams so loudly that Samira can’t help but lean forward for another kiss before lowering back into her lie over her, Batty’s arm now curled beneath Samira as her head peers back towards the fireplace.

Not a moment of silence passes by before Batty wonders aloud, “Do you think the pie is still warm? Being by the fire'n all.” Which makes Samira giggle in a way Batty had not heard before.

“You know I can make you a better pie than Perkins, right?” She offers against Batty’s skin, which makes her reply of: “That’s no reason to waste.” Distant and timid.

She snickers, “Never change, Susan.”

Batty traces her spine with her eyes still set on the flickers of light coming from the lowering fire. “I don’t plan to.” 

I handwrote this in a deep spot of writers block so if you're reading and thinking "this is a little clunky." I know. I know 😭

Also if anyone finds divider creds before I do, don't be afraid to pop in my ask box (I am not opening my messages for this, I'm sorry).

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oc art in the year 2025...crazy..

i really REALLY wanted to draw some older ocs again bcs their story genuinely makes me wanna write more but alas...i am simply a girl in the world and they shall be stuck as drawings <33

also please will the quality NOT drop or i will bite the screen as we speak

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cheer panic!

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how can I be hungry I just ate 200 years ago

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The target audience for my art is myself

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Local man discovers writing with a plan actually makes the process smoother?? Huh.

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Btw in the cowbians universe it's canon that shifters eyes are weird when in human form... they glow in the dark like an animal !! They give normal humans that uncanny valley feeling a lot of the time but esp at night

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More of the cowbian ocs <3

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I forgot how social media works again,,

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thinking about pamela isley 🌱

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Autumn 🪻

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Beasts

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Cowbians for @drizzledrawings cowbians contest!

I'd actually been meanig to make some cowboy ocs! Story is still a WIP and I'll be working on them all more, but these are my concepts. I'll leave all the text under the cut, I hope y'all enjoy!

Lee:

After her father’s murder, she set out on her own young. She moved from town to town doing odd jobs for little money, barely surviving, and keeping her identity as a shifter hidden completely. Eventually she would mistakenly fall into crime, but lean into it when she realized the money was good. After a job gone wrong as a hired gun, she found herself in a small war between a gang of shifter hunters and shifters, on the side of the hunters. Never her intention, Lee attempts to aid the shifters and ends up injured and under the scrutiny of the hunters. She flees.

Faustyna:

Daughter of Polish immigrants, her family wanted nothing but a peaceful life. She however, refused to hide herself from the world and would soon have to leave her parents behind, both out of frustration and a desire to keep them safe from scrutiny. Faustyna would find herself among a small community of shifters, striving to live but causing trouble for hunters along the way. She even manages to track down and recruit a famous outlaw, a shifter from Mexico, Macedonio. He’d become a close friend and asset in protecting her newfound family. But one day that family is uprooted by hunters and a traitorous shifter girl, and she works to keep them together in the aftermath.

Macedonio:

Born into the life of an outlaw, he’s always been good at lying, stealing, and killing. Repeated injuries from his rough life would damage his shifting ability and often his animal features remain after shifting back, becoming infamous for it in Mexico. He travels North in hopes of starting fresh, but his looks would eventually get noticed. Thinking it was it for him when he was approached by a girl asking about his past, he’s pleasantly surprised when she offers community in exchange for help with their cause. Unfulfilled and feeling on borrowed time, he accepts and grows attached to them. It wouldn’t last though, and thanks to a rogue shifter, their community is torn apart.

The story:

In the aftermath of the incident, Lee finds herself among the community she’d broken, taken in by an older man. Despite protests from Faustyna, she is allowed to stay. Wracked by guilt, she sets out to atone for her actions, doing what she can to help them. This leading her, unknowingly, down the path her father was on long before her; seeking peace between shifters and humans. Despite the circumstances, Lee is elated to be around somewhat friendly faces. She’d been on her own nearly her whole life, too nervous to make any real connections. She learns more about shifters and hunters in general, having not met any before. Macedonio warms to her first, he understands having hurt people knowingly and otherwise. And soon Lee finds herself taken in by Faustyna and her fiery personality. Despite her desire to hate Lee, Faustyna finds herself charmed by her awkward jokes and driven nature. Lee grows into the community, finally feeling like she belongs, and it becomes her purpose to protect and fight for them; the hunters are still out there.

Random extras:

Lee stole her horse Lark from a drunk after he threw a bottle at her

Faustyna doesn’t have a horse, opting to use her animal form to get around

Lee’s father is a small legend in some shifter communities, known for making trouble for hunters and his unusually large fisher cat form. This remains unconnected to Lee, as she was too young to know

The scar on Lee's face is from Faustyna, when they first met in the shifter vs hunter fight

Faustyna lost two of her fingers to some sadistic hunters

Faustyna sends money and letters back to her family and hopes to make the world kinder before she sees them again

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Purely a post just for me but I'm seeing a lot of ableist people try to put their two cents on disability art recently for some god damn reason so y'all should know every piece I make, every word I type, every line I draw, and every brushstroke on a canvas, I make as a disabled queer artist. Every post of mine is about my disability, and my queerness, and my policies as a person and if you don't agree with that, you are not the audience I'm adhering to and I'd much, MUCH rather you leave than gain another digital number. Thanks.

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presenting my shadow lore powerpoint this weekend on twitch if anyone wants to join