#i love windy days

[sandywindydays]

Drawings of a male character in the wind for a change. Here is mysterious Windknight, who loves chasing and experiencing intense windstorms. His face is always obscured by his long hair, extremely wide and high collars, and wide brimmed hat that gets blown away all the time.

[abirddogmoment]

Thinking critically about the wind

[dragonsongmakhali]

brain wave, main wave psycho's got a high kick 🎧

[lietpolski]

hungary/slovakia/czechia is just frying pangle for ppl who are extra insane like evil women and support yuri

[macabrebat-art]

jason :]

[fisheito]

will i ever stop thinking about little red riding yakumo and the big bad fox.?hm. no... no, i don't think i will

[cheekblush]

took myself on a little shopping trip yesterday in the city where i used to study in hopes of lifting my spirits but by the end of the day i felt so disheartened. wandering the same streets 10 years later and not much has changed. i’m still the same lonely unlovable girl.

[smallgothcanine]

I love it when your shirt/pants/whatever else is just baggy enough to feel like the fur on you flopping in the wind

[brosif40]

Ngl I see this guy giving zero fucks about gender or romance, I think all he truly wants is the feeling of the wind going through his quills during an adventure run

[windydrawallday]

OSCULATING ORBITS

I LIED: one last pic for the weekend! A goal I put myself in since the past year was to find a way to cross paths between my fav mechs and see if I can form a sort of polyamorous dynamic because I never had enough of them skdhksjfsjf.

ANYWAYS I'll leave that idea like this for now... planting a seed is a good start than never ever trying.

PS Did you know that the word "osculate" in Latin means "kiss"?

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 18- blindfold, tortured for information

Continuation from day 9

This one is short and sweet unlike yesterday’s and I find it enjoyable. Windy is just a lil brat <3

Warnings: torture obviously (it’s not that bad he just gets punched a few times and threatened)

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Windy didn’t know how much time had passed since he and Wild got taken by those yiga guys, but it felt like it’d been a while. After hours of being blindfolded and dragged through the woods, Windy was thrown onto the hard ground, and he was left alone. His hands were still tied behind his back, and his blindfold was still over his eyes, so he didn’t know if he was simply abandoned or if the yiga didn’t want to bother with him yet. But his question was answered when he heard pained cries coming from far away, cries that sounded like Wild. Windy tried to undo the ropes around his wrists, he tried to peel off the blindfold, he even tried to blindly feel his way around the forest. But the ropes were too tight, the blindfold was too stubborn, and he ran into too many walls for him to deny that he was in a cage. All Windy could do was to hear Wild’s screams, and it was almost torturous for him. After too many long hours of screaming, it suddenly stopped, and Windy felt his blood run cold. There were footsteps approaching his cage and he kicked whatever was in front of him despite it being a fruitless effort.

“Wh-who’s there? Stay away from me!” He shouted, his back up against the cage.

“Easy now,” he heard the familiar voice of Hyrule say to him in an empty voice. “I just want to talk.”

Windy growled. “I’m not gonna fall for that again! I know you’re those red freaks! What have you done to Wild?”

He heard laughing and a popping sound, and he assumed that the yiga guy turned back to normal.

“Guess you can’t be fooled twice then huh?” He sneered, and Windy heard the cage open. “Now, like I said before, I just wanna talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Because, you might have some… useful information for us.” The yiga grabbed Windy’s chin and forced it up, and the blindfold was finally taken off of him. Windy blinked at the harsh light, but he glared at the one eyed mask. The yiga snorted and he sat down beside Windy as if they were old pals. “Y’see, me and my colleague, we had two missions we needed to get done. Obviously, the main one, which was capturing the hero. But there was one other person we needed to capture,” the yiga leaned closer to Windy, and he scooted away. “That boy who you call… Freckles? Yes, he may be valuable to the yiga clan.”

Windy stared at him with a baffled look. “Wh-why do you want Hyrule?”

“Ah, another nickname, I can’t keep up with these,” the yiga leaned in closer to Windy, and he found himself pressed up against a corner. “Freckles—or Hyrule I guess— is a special boy. When me and my colleague saw him, he did something… magical. He turned into a fairy.” The yiga was now inches away from his face. “I don’t think you realize how valuable half fairies are, but if we brought home the hero and your friend? Why… we’d be heroes!”

Windy stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. He giggled like a crazy person for a long while, and when the yiga just stared at him, he stopped. “You can’t be serious,” Windy said, still trying not to giggle.

“Wh— you don’t believe me?”

Windy snorted. “Of course I don’t believe you. That’s ridiculous!”

The yiga was shocked and he leaned back. “I saw him turn into a fairy with my own eyes! And, don’t you think it’s a little odd that he’s so magically gifted too?”

“Not really, I have magic, a lot of us have magic, Hyrule isn’t special.”

The yiga growled and stepped back. “So you don’t know that he’s a fairy, fine. I don’t need you to believe me.” The yiga grabbed Windy’s face harshly and pulled him closer. “It wouldn’t hurt to double check right?”

“Tch, I’m never telling you where he is!”

The yiga punched him in the face suddenly, then grabbed his shirt and pulled him off his feet. Windy groaned as he was held up inches away from the yiga, his eye already beginning to swell shut.

“You’re gonna tell me, even if I have to beat the information out of you!”

A punch came to his gut and he was thrown to the ground. Windy struggled to take in a breath as his insides felt like they were on fire.

“Where is he?”

“E-even if I knew where he was… I’d never tell you!” Windy spat. The yiga kicked him in the ribs and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling him up. Windy let out a pained groan, unable to alleviate the pain with his hands tied behind his back.

“What’s the point in lying, little hero? Are you just going to let yourself get beaten to death when you can make it all go away with just a few words?” Windy was punched square in the face, and hot blood started pouring out of his nose. Windy blinked the tears away and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to reorient himself.

“I—I don’t know where he is,” he wheezed, “I really don’t know! So why don’t you direct all this energy towards something that matters! Like becoming a better person!”

The yiga growled and picked him up again, staring him down, but Windy just glared back.

“You don’t scare me,” the hero of winds said in a low voice, and the yiga scoffed.

“Don’t think that I won’t kill you just because you’re a kid.”

“You’re not the first one to think that.”

The yiga didn’t say anything, and he threw Windy harshly on the ground. He paced back and forth, watching the beaten hero intently as if he’d disappear right in front of him. Finally, he pulled out his blade and stepped closer to him.

“Seeing how you’re useless to me, I suppose there really is no reason in keeping you alive.” The yiga soldier lifted his blade and Windy gasped. He didn’t think he’d go out like this, but if he could keep Hyrule safe, then so be it. Windy flinched as the blade was about to go down, but he heard a pained grunt along with clattering. He looked up and saw the yiga soldier crumpled to the ground with Age standing over him.

“Age! You found us!” Windy cheered as the other champion walked over to him, cutting the ropes around his wrists. “Boy am I glad to see you! We need to get to Wild! Is Hyrule with you? Is he ok—“

“How about you focus on yourself, Windy,” Age interrupted him, giving him an amused look. “Hyrule is fine, he’s back at camp. Twilight is going after Wild right now.”

Windy let out a sigh of relief and began to stand up. “Good, come on, we gotta help him, these yiga guys are—“ Windy let out a pained groan as he fell to his knees, holding his torso. He wondered if he had some broken ribs.

“Hey, the yiga aren’t hard to fight, he’ll be fine,” Age helped Windy stand and walked him out of the cage. Windy let out a pained breath as he was lowered to the ground.

“Yeah well they kidnapped and stabbed me so they’re not that harmless.”

“They stabbed you?”

Windy waved it off. “It’s fine. It got healed up.” Age gave him a worried look and Windy waved it off again. “It’s fine! Besides, it’s my injuries right now that I’m worried about!”

Age smirked and wrapped his arm around Windy digging into his pouch for a potion or fairy.

“Well, rest for now, I promise Wild will be ok.”

Windy leaned against Age, his eye and nose throbbing while the other champion continued searching for a potion. He let himself relax and prayed that Wild would be safely rescued as well.

[sandywindydays]

Comic of Ida in a windstorm, her shirt's huge collars going all crazy in the wind blowing at 100 km/h, and she loves it!

[didsomeonesayventus]

weird to think it's already about to be 2024, but wanted to leave off the year with one more quick little friendly doodle. i think they're besties.

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is Monday-ing like a good 'un, full of beans 'so he is' ... probably chocolate covered coffee beans. Weatherwise there's sunshine, sunshine, sunshine ... but don't forget to put your water wings on for later. The traffic lady says there's a lot of animals loose on the roads ... wonder if any of them will be thumbing for a lift.

Today's groaner: A monastery is in financial trouble, so it goes into the fish-and-chips business in order to raise money. One night a customer knocks at the door and one of the monks goes to answer it. The customer asks "Are you the fish friar?" ... "No" he replies "I'm the chip monk" ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

These little yellow lovelies have been busy waving in the wind for the past couple of weeks. No point waiting for the wind to die down, it just doesn't these days, so I just clicked and caught the beautiful blurs. Short sighted as I am, this is the is how the world looks without my glasses. Magical, moving and mesmerising. Wouldn't have it any other way.

Coffee time, cat time, canine time ... off I go again ...

[killuaisaprincess]

🐱

Killua glances up, pouting.

“W-What…?”

Gon smiles softly.

“Nothing, just you’re so cute-”

Killua cuts him off by pressing his face into his bicep, and Gon laughs.

He’s just proving his point.

[iero]

In other, good news (For once for me!) my mom and her boyfriend finally agreed to let me carpool with them when we all leave Pittsburgh on Tuesday morning. The bad news is I have to figure out a way that I'm getting to Pittsburgh now last minute because I'll be there longer then them.