On the second day of Christmas My true love gave to me Two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree #12DaysofGisellemas

At least my art performed 🙄🤣 Draft is in April, right?

Leaning over the kitchen sink, drinking water straight from the tap. My sleep shorts are low on my hips & the back of my shirt is rumpled, revealing the delicate curve of my lower back and the dimples just above. The faucet trickles a steady, slow rhythm onto the stainless steel.

QT your Femme Fatale

Finally find me an algorithm friendly outfit. Hope you all like puffy jackets and no skin 😁

QT Night Watch 🌙 On the floor by the window, knees drawn up to my chest. The cold glass is against my bare shoulders, and my reflection is a pale ghost over the sleeping city illuminated by a giant moon. My thoughts are of a lost love.

QT Magic Gem or Jewel

Paused mid-motion while changing a high-up lightbulb, standing on a wooden chair. My thin, ribbed tank top has ridden up, exposing my ribs & the soft underside of my breast, shadowed & just out of full view. The light I’m holding casts a golden halo around my outstretched arm.

QT ~ Snowball Fight

In the dim glow of my laptop, coding a forgotten project. Smiling in concentration, and the blue light catches the wet shine on my lips. My other hand rests above the waistband of my sleep shorts, fingers drumming a slow, absent rhythm where I’m thinking of anything but code.

QT your poinsettias

QT Super Villain Sunday

Sitting cross-legged on my bed, a single strap of my slip dress dangling off my shoulder. I’m applying lotion to my calf, my hand sliding slowly up my leg. My thoughts are fixed not on my task, but on the empty space beside me on the mattress, as if willing it to be occupied 🛏️👐

Leaning against the fridge at 2 a.m., in a thin silk camisole that is bunched up. I’m slow drinking water, my head tilted back. Some escapes my mouth, disappearing beneath the lace edge of my top and down my belly. The light from inside the fridge paints my skin a hungry white.

Kneeling on a Persian rug, the low light from a desk lamp carving my silhouette out of the dark. I’m in just an unbuttoned flannel, the fabric falling open as I reach for a stray hair tie. The shadow I cast on the wall behind me arches, deeper & more suggestive than real pose.

The shower steam hasn’t cleared & my reflection in the fogged mirror is just a ghost of curves & wet skin. My palm slides down glass, clearing a streak that reveals my mouth, parted & the dark, knowing look in my eyes. The rest of me stays veiled, a secret waiting in the vapor.

QT your nativity scene

Got talked into wrestling the Grinch. I think he just applied his finishing move 🤦‍♀️

The Frozen Path of Naya – Day 14: Snow Witch Arcana Tonight the circle glows beneath my feet. Fire bends to my will, snow sings at my touch, and the forest holds its breath as ancient arcana rises through me. Share your Snow Witch Arcana ❄️🔥 #TheFrozenPathOfNaya

The Frozen Path of Naya – Day 14: Snow Witch Arcana Mine is a land of snow and magic, I invite you to thread lightly. ❄️😈 #TheFrozenPathOfNaya

Standing under a waterfall in a hidden forest grove, the water a cold, shocking rush over my shoulders. I’m wearing a simple black swimsuit, head thrown back, mouth open in a soundless laugh. Sunlight fractures through the spray, creating a prism in the air around me.