Tag game reblog this and put Baby’s First Blorbo in the tags like who was the first Character to move into your head and live there back when you were still figuring out how to tie your shoes
daily whistlebreeze until fae becomes PoV whisversary part 24
once a year, when the rivers thaw and the leaves start growing back, WindClan and RiverClan come together to celebrate the change of seasons and announce the new year. This is a special occasion for both clans to recuperate and share a joyous moment after all the challenges of leafbare
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anyways, HAPPY WHISVERSARY EVERYONE!!!!!!!
This whole enterprise has been going on for five whole years now. I myself still cannot believe I've been at it for so long. Whis is my child and fae's growing up now (I'm not crying at all). I've said this a million times, but Daily Whistlebreeze has been with me through some rough times and I genuinely cannot see myself stop drawing every day. I love this blog, I love this silly blue cat, I love everything I've built around this
and I especially love you all! Daily Whis might be my weird pet project, but I wouldn't have had the motivation to draw every day for five entire years if it wasn't for all of you interacting with this blog, leaving kind comments or enjoying what I made all those years. Drawing alone all that time would have been a very different experience and I am so eternally grateful for all of you who have been here enjoying the whisses alongside me.
and obviously, a special thank you to @owlblaze @marshmallow-icing-swirl @moth-to-a-moon @shimougy @battle-kitties @trombonerballs @morsobaby @owlfangdraws @booksofstars and @transhetanybodys for graciously helping make this whisversary a reality. I love all of the art you made for this year's celebration and will reblog them on my main with commentary/compliments, so go check that out once I've written all of them (Which I Will).
Next year is going to bring a lot of new things too. Between whatever canon throws our way and my strict refusal to follow it anymore, you will see many new faces and a repaired canon. I promise to one day make a masterpost with link to my lore doc to keep it all easier to track, but what I can say is that the WindClan family tree is coming along pretty well and could in all likelihood be finished by end February and that is only the beginning!
So come along for a whole new year of Whistlebreezes, it's going to be fun!
alt art:
is it really breaking into a national lab if you already live on the campus of the national lab
new mychart message! aw damn....doc says my reality and existence lab work was wayyy off so she's referring me to an Ontologist
four hour drive today and I still. need to pack. god dammit I don't want to go back to schooollll I'm not ready to stick my head back into the sand of high energy particle physics
told myself that I'd repaste my GPU this winter break and wow that just really didn't end up happening huh
daily whistlebreeze until pri becomes PoV whisversary part 2
a fun place where I live
Wouldn’t leave my mind sorry
To update this, the astronaut didn’t actually do it, she and her wife were getting a divorce and the wife plead guilty to lying to the feds about it
And framing your ex for a crime mid-divorce while they are actively in space is some Agatha Christie level shit
the cool thing about this app is you’re never the craziest one here
uhhh wip
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He doesn't check the time again, not until it's nearly five. He just lays there, lost in thought, letting the silence wash over him. For the first time in a short eternity, he can hear his ragged breath and the blood in his ears, his inner voice the sole accompaniment to his body's autonomic orchestration. It would be peaceful, just him and the night stretching endlessly on, but he can't stop his mind from returning to one place and one place alone: James' office, just over two days ago.
Him, staring down those damn files, face to face with a truth he still doesn't want to believe. A click, and—
Panic takes charge—he swivels—every movement quick and jagged. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as there stands—
A stranger, moonlit hair and freezing eyes, three words spoken, one question asked, no answers given, and all the while, something deep within him screaming, wondering, longing—
Sigma,
What does it feel like to die?




