#//he's an asthmatic klutz

[breathe-blink-cry-blog]

go look for fresh water, they said. it’ll be fine, they said. well, it had been fine until he had stumbled into a dead guy – that hadn’t been particularly fine. his attempt at running away hadn’t been overly successful either. while it seemed he had outrun the deceased man, he had also managed to crash into a tree branch, the force of which knocked him to the ground. ollie coughed, the air slowly reentering his lungs as he rolled onto his side.

[mallowstep]

I’m thinking about writing a short OC piece about Windclan and I’d love to see your notes about its culture and the hymns you’ve written so far, everything you’ve done for Windclan appreciation month has really inspired me :)

hello anon!

alright, first things first: please send me ur piece when ur done if you're comfortable doing so! i will publish it from you, or if you don't want to be associated with it in Any Way, i will also just read it and add it to the queue with no indication why it's there. or if you don't want me to share it at all, i'd still like to read it.

as for your ask,

hymns?

i'm working on it. however, underneath the read more, i'll include a few snippets for u.

culture

alright, i'm just going to post links with some commentary as i go. feel free to ask any more questions you have.

windclan (search) | windclan (tag) | wcam tag | five clans (narrative essays)

i would link the elders den, but there's no windclan stories in there ATM.

moving on, i'm just going to go through posts in reverse chronological order.

tallstar taking a mate admittedly, this is more about cats and sexuality than windclan, but i provide the commentary that windclan...has a particular view on sexuality and fluidity. one thing i haven't explored but should is the role visiting cats have in windclan.

whoops that's a code word, my plug for solacefruit has been activated. okay, as you may be aware, based on the fact that i have a whole tag for it, i'm obsessed with solacefruit. now, i love everything they do, but i would like to point you particularly to "make a mighty sound" for a fantastic exploration of this idea.

i don't want to spoil anything, but i do think windclan, and maybe cats as a whole, but windclan has a certain view towards relationships that very much breaks them into pieces. i'm a "love is a verb" person, so the idea that you can grow to love someone romantically by going through the actions of love makes sense. not to say you will, but you can.

(to be clear i'm not out advocating for arranged marriages just saying that they can work, they're not destined to be bad, and there's a difference between forced marriage and arranged marriage.)

anyway.

this was a lot of words to say, cats do not have a human (and particularly, western/american) understanding of relationships, which makes analyzing them in those terms difficult.

early hymn talk i'll probably say more below, but it is here.

general ibtwicm notes might get you into the headspace for some of my choices in ibtwicm.

i don't have a ton to say because this pretty much all holds, but uh, yeah.

poetry and language this isn't strictly about windclan, but it does explain some of what i think about when writing hymns.

obviously, i'm writing english translations, but these general themes are what i have in mind. it's also part of why i say i don't think i'll ever release a "full hymnal" for windclan, because i don't know if my weak worldbuilding heart could take it if i only had translations.

names part two very much not about windclan, but just some thoughts on names. as i've said before, i support all names and worldbuilding equally, but if you want my thoughts on names, go buckwild.

clan culture fic rec list just stuff i think does a good job, if you want other sources of inspiration.

general clan culture notes this is really old, but it mostly holds.

i've obviously expanded a lot on windclan since i wrote it, so shrug? idk man.

alright, i'm going to move into hymn discussion below the cut, but best of luck! and i hope u have a good time. it makes my brain shut down to read that i inspired you, straight up got brain juice pouring out of my ears, but i'm really, really happy to hear that.

windclan holds a special place in my heart. (i know my oc avatar is from skyclan shhh it's because of the backstory he sees ghosts.) but i grew up in this super sporty household as a lil asthmatic klutz, and running was a sport i couldn't mess up, so of course windclan appealed to me.

they're actually third on my list of favorite clans, but they. it's a special place in my heart that they hold, especially after reading dawn of the clans and moth flight's vision, where i got an asthmatic cat and an adhd cat, both in windclan.

god i should reread dotc it's good.

alright, here's the deal on hymns: i am not going to fight to get duets to post correctly. there's a 0% chance i can in tumblr's wonky ass new editor with no markdown, not to mention how difficult it would have been in the old editor. so i'm going to talk a lil about what i've got, and post some stanzas that i think don't get explored a lot in ibtwicm.

we're discussing these in the order that they go in. a reminder that these are all sections of one epic poem. that said, i don't know where the gaps are. like, i don't know what's between these, if that makes sense.

the wind

the wind, the very first hymn. this is an ode to, well, windclan. it's a song about everything that makes them them. it's filled with poetry about the wind, about the seasons, and it's just...well, it's a bit of a genesis, in a way.

The wind — like the rain, like the river — calls the name of each star in its breath. The wind — like the earth, like the stone — anchors us to our home. The wind — like the sun, like the sky — is knowable only by name.

i wanted to share this stanza because the last line doesn't show up in ibtwicm (at least so far, i cut the reference), and it really, really, makes a difference imo.

anyway, windclan is basically tying the wind in with every other fundamental part of their life here.

they are the wind, and that's that.

the hare

okay, this one has a line that comes up a lot in ch1, but i already talked about that, so instead, i'm going to talk about this stanza

Speak of the earth and the dens, and you will be answered: By the call of the howling gales, the open earth singing in response. But speak of that which grows above, of the grass and field, And you will be answered by the softness of the buds and the roots.

okay, we get deadfoot thinking about this when he's talking to yellowfang.

i like this stanza because it really tells us what the hare is about. now, hares are not something windclan catches. hares are huge, y'all, there's no way they take one down. i take liberties with ecology, but not that many.

(i.e., a team of cats definitely could take one down, but i know too much, and would prefer letting team hunting stay a plot thing, and not fundamentally alter the environment in the way it would.)

now anyway, all of these hymns come from the time of the tunnelers. and the point of this is, even though the work of tunnelers and moor runners is disconnected, they fundamentally affect each other.

a moor runner must trust the hollows of the earth beneath them won't collapse, and a tunneler must trust that the prey they chase up will be caught.

it's all very symbiotic and is, well, in a way, a love poem. plus i really like the line "the open earth singing in response"

of the warrens

so this has one line, one you might not even know is a hymn, in ch1, but i'll share the whole stanza.

And as for the subject of fallow fields: Fallowed fields make for hungry prey, Yet hungry prey makes desperate rabbits, Who leap into our claws.

and ig my big point is, the hymns are a cultural artifact. just like many of the rules in the old testament have to do with hygiene things being codified into religion, this whole hymn is about hunting advice.

the moon on the river

okay, out of all the hymns, this is the most complete, and because ashfoot and deadfoot sing it together, and deadfoot discusses it, i only have one stanza to share.

Under the coldness, you shine back at me, And I do everything to keep the clouds from threatening you.

now, this poem is about love, grief, and being separated. it's a particular kind of grief, and windclan discourages grief, so this is one of only a few ways to really, fully express it.

and this section, in particular, is about love in times of hardship.

i don't have. a lot to say here. but the way hardship changes how you love someone can be particular and intense.

(temporarily, this happens sometime before "Spare for my chosen few / All I have is given towards the distant ground.")

the gorse in the wind

oh shit! i have so fucking much to say okay first.

the series title does not come from this hymn.

second, this is a challenging hymn okay. fuck. i have so much to say. where to start so! moors are actually relatively wet. think british countryside, not, like, a cool desert.

this is something i always knew? i read the secret garden a lot as a kid. but. i've seen stuff about moors being dry, and it's just one of those things that really...starts to eat under your skin. anyway.

okay, so. gorse is a dry plant. it does not like rain. it grows in sandy soil, etc etc, and yet. aside from everything we know about gorse and warriors, it also grows in this moor. because i say so.

okay, so. so so so. the lines quotes here are really deceptive, and i bet no one understood why, and that makes me just a little sad, but i couldn't find a good way to explain it in text, so uh, yeah, anyway. there's an exchange between ashfoot and deadfoot: "THE GORSE: You called me the heather and I grew stronger. / THE WIND: I called you the heather and brought rain for you to grow."

so...so do you see? do you see the point? it's about communication, needs, challenging each other. fadskj;l i love this. okay, so. the point is that heather is fragile, soft, pretty, and gorse is the opposite. the part of the wind is trying to be kind and complimentary, but the gorse is saying, fuck that, you are not being kind to me by undercutting my strength.

anyway, this passage is sung by the gorse:

In what good company have I set down roots, That even through snow fall I flower. You called me the heather and yet I've weathered, Far more than your sweet-named love.

so uh, yeah, this adds context. gorse! gorse is a hardy plant that continues to flower basically all season round. it's cool. it's cool. gorse is super cool. fuuuck y'all it's such a small thing and i've contained talking about it until now, but now it's too much. the floodgates are open, and i thought about this small detail too much.

okay. deep breath. gorse is a really easy plant to grow, but it's still adapted for dry environments. so the "even through snow fall I flower" part is a little tongue in cheek: gorse itself will flower in the cold, but snow is a type of precipitation, which as we've covered, is not gorse friendly.

then we have some rhyming and puns in the next line, and finally, "yet I've weathered, / Far more than your sweet-named love." like. yes. love as a form of softness is not necessarily helpful.

i mean, consider the damaging "soft trans boi" problem. same energy.

right. okay. so we've got all that? now if you remember, this is sung when deadfoot thinks ashpaw doesn't respect him, and ashpaw says she'll sing with him if she can sing the gorse, so in essence, she's telling him...not to back off, per se, but that...she is the "hard part" of the relationship. like, okay, i refuse to even bring up gender roles in human relationships, but uh, her point is very much, "i am the gorse, and you are the wind," and it's a very monumental moment.

it's anchored, i believe, in the other scenes, but this is a small thing that matters a lot to me.

like a lot.

okay, now that i've talked about like four lines for the length of this entire post, moving on.

the heather and earth

okay, this is the last hymn i have in concrete terms, and i cut a bit of it from the latest chapter, so yeah. it's also, uh, okay everything i have for it is only a line or two, but i wanted to share this closing line (sung together):

Sing a song of forgiveness, of growing together, and we will make madness, And madness from hence will everything beautiful grow.

and i just like these lines. they got cut, it was initially part of an exchange between ashfoot and deadfoot, but i can't share the part of it they talk about, because i'm reusing it for a later chapter and i'll 100% spoil shit if i try to talk about it.

but these lines? mmm they speak to me.

i don't have a ton to say about them, but i just. i like it.

if we apply the same ecology discussion from the gorse and the wind, we see heather is a plant that grows in acidic, infertile soil, and heath (which is not the same as a heather, but also kind of is) is a defining quality of heathland, which is...i'm not kidding, it's hot discourse about the difference between moorland and heathland.

i'm not getting involved, but my point is, if the gorse in the wind is a hymn about finding a working relationship, about mutual respect, etc., then the heather and earth is a hymn about working well together in a terrible situation.

god.

uh, wow! can you tell i like plants? because while parts of my ecology are dubious (see: everything regarding the rabbits in ch1), the plants part are well thought out. this shit is carefully detailed metaphor.

and that's why i won't be releasing a full hymnal. it's hard to as on top of this as i want to be. i'm not kidding, writing even four lines of a hymn usually takes me about twenty minutes, because i pull up a lot of research about how things work, how they interact with each other, etc., and then there's wordsmithing, cat worldview filter, etc.

but i hope this overview of what i've got is a good insight into my general thoughts. and i will eventually release more and more of the hymns i've got written.

[rayraylovesbuckybarnes-blog]

The Weird McCall Wolf Moon Part 1

Teen Wolf story Derek Hale/OC

The night before the first day of a new year at Beacon Hill high and my idiot little brother decides to go out into the woods with his bestfreind Stiles, Whats so bad about that you ask? There’s a dead body out there and they’re looking for it, And i know whats really out there and its not good. “Shoes, shoes i need shoes Really Scott” I groan he put them on the top shelf of my closet “ Come on down” Damn game shows. Oh i should probably mention i have two powers i can move things with the wave of my hand and the other well wait and see, Great now jacket “Yes actually were it should be”.

“ Now off to save my brother why am i talking to myself” meh.

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So walking in the woods can’t see a thing, “So which half of the body are we looking for?” i hear Scott and he’s out of breath great (note the sarcasm) “Huh i didn’t even think about that’‘Yup definitely stiles, ’'Ow” i groan as i cut my hand on a tree i should probably mention im a klutz. I don’t think they heard me “And what if whoever killed the body is still out here?” whew didn’t hear me “ Also something i didn’t think about” When i get my hands on him im gonna kill him, jokes i could never kill him but i can tease.“just a little closer” ugh still talking to myself stahp it. “ Its comforting to know you’ve planned this out with you’re usual attention to detail” I hear Scott about two feet in front of me gotta keep hidden. huff’'i know’’ huff Well at least he’s out of breath now too “Maybe the uh severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight huh?” Scott takes a puff of his inhaler Damn it Stiles ran off im gonna have to show myself soon. “SCOTT!” I whisper yell just as we hear Stiles scream like a little girl its actually been the highlight of my night. So while me and Scott are hiding behind a tree we hear Papa Stilinski asking “ where’s you’re usual partner in crime?”

“ Who Scott? Scott’s home said he wanted to get a goodnight sleep for first day back at school tomorrow” Lies but Stilinski knows it i read his thoughts yeah that’s my other power and hes gonna shout “SCOTT!” Yup just then. “ Well young man i am gonna walk you back to you’re car and we are going have a conversation about invasion of privacy” And Stiles is thinking 'AGAIN!’ Now yell at Scott “ Do i even have to tell you how much of a ass kicking you’re gonna get for this, its freezing and i have to come save you” i whisper yell so the dogs don’t hear. “ You didn’t have to do anything im fine on my own just because your my big sister doesn’t mean you have to save me all the time plus look at me im fine no scratches, no bumps.’' 

’'I don’t care come on lets get out of here”

“ Fine” i hear him mumble.

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After walking in silence for about 15 minutes we see a owl fleeing we look at each other confused and as we turn to walk away BOOM! Over a dozen deer come running at us and of course Scott trying to be a hero now use’s his body to try and shield me but we both go flying down a hill, The next thing i know i hit a tree and Darkness surrounds me.

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I wake up i don’t know how long its been but its still dark out “AAGH” i hear Scott screaming and my first instinct is to try and get up to help him “Ow bad idea” I fall right back down and im sleepy,“ Maybe just close my eyes for a bit” i mumble.

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Turns out a bit was about 6 hours its light out i look to the side at the sound of crunching branches and i see this big mass of fur? I think its fur and Crap! Red eyes coming towards me Damn it the Alpha i try to get up but fall right back down, He’s still coming towards me and he just stops maybe i can read his thoughts, ’ Such a pretty little thing i have big plans for you’ I know that voice im sure I've heard that voice. “AGH” i screamed as he took off I look down at my arm and there’s five puncture wounds, Images start flashing before my eyes i hold my head screaming in pain the images are blurred i cant make out much all i see is flames and i hear people screaming.

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I must have passed out because im being carried by someone tall, leather jacket i can smell it and he’s thinking 'What the hell do i do with her now? It clearly wants her or she would be dead.’ His voice is Deep i like it NO no he could be in with the Alpha you cant think that, My head starts to hurt and im being layed down gently on something soft WAIT i know that smell this is my bed’’ Who are you?“ i asked groggily No answer i look up and he’s gone my window is open and CRAP its 8:30 im gonna be late.

So here is part 1 what do you think.

How did the mystery guy know where she lived?

What does the Alpha want with her?

We meet the mystery guy in the next part

-Ray

[shiorimakibawrites]

Thanks for the tag @bellaxgiornata​

My file names tend to be exactly what it says on the tin, unless I haven’t come up with a title yet . . .

Alley Cat “10_The_Conversation”

Untitled “Untitled_Matt_Reader_cold” (asthmatic reader has a cold)

Happy Little Accidents “Ch_01_Draft” (matt x reader where reader is artist/klutz)

Phantom “Ch_01_Draft (matt x reader where reader has ghost-like abilities and a past she’s hiding from)

Untitled “Untitled_Matt_Reader_glasses (matt x nearsighted reader)

Matt Murdock has completely taken over my brain.

Unedited snippet from Alley Cat “The Conversation”

You were so engrossed in the movie that the sudden knock on the window made you jump. Heart pounding, you looked over at the window to see Daredevil standing on your fire escape with an amused grin. Apparently he found startling you funny.

While it was a little tempting to leave him standing there for being a sneaky-sneak, you had been waiting far too long for this conversation . . .

No idea who I could tag since earlier posts have already tagged everyone I can think of. But anyone reading this, feel free to join in the fun.

thank you for the tag @thyme-in-a-bubble <3

rules — post up to five (5) filenames of your wips; not titles, filenames. post a snippet from one of them. snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. we’re posting progress here. if you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post. after you’ve posted, people can send an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file.

most of my file names are usually "untitled" with the character's initials next to it bc I like to pull something from what i've written to use as a title, so most of these will be vague

checkmate- part seven of the bodyguard series you gonna let me be good to you? (karen's version) - karen x fem!reader blurb untitled- billy russo spicy blurb untitled- submissive matt murdock x fem!reader untitled- sequel to office hours

here's a snippet from you gonna let me be good to you? (karen's version) ;)

But once your eyes met hers again, your breath caught in your throat. In the decadent glow of the moonlight, you caught the lustful midnight mist that pooled around her dilated pupils. Something was drawing you into her like the magnetic pull of gravity, and you could tell by the look in her eyes that you both felt it.

no pressure tags: @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @courtforshort15 @grippingbeskar @theradioactivespidergwen @little-miss-dilf-lover @bellaxgiornata & anyone else that would like to join!

[wrightiverse]

The relevant chapter, for convenience purposes.

The context: Glenn has gotten in an argument with his boyfriend and peaced out to the Oak-Garcia(-Wilson-Bennetts-Fartblaster) place. After getting defensive with Henry and Mercedes, Glenn ends up getting advice from Paeden. Some of the advice is actually helpful, because Glenn is operating at around a third-grade emotional maturity level at this point anyway.

“Wait, what happened?” Henry asks anxiously.

“I got yelled at, Henry, that’s what happened. Keep up, man.” Glenn gives up trying to get his hands clean. “I’m thirsty.”

He walks away before they can react. There’s a thump from behind him, approximately where the big oak tree in the front yard stands, and then a familiar asthmatic huffing as someone scurries to catch up to him. Glenn waits with the front door open until Paeden reaches him and they can go inside together.

“Sup, my man,” Glenn says wearily. “Heard all that, huh?”

“Dad huddles happen at short notice sometimes,” Paeden says sagely. “I stay ready.”

“Hiding in a tree?”

”Mayhaps, my man. Mayhaps.”

Glenn lets that one slide as he searches the fridge for something to drink. Ah, fuck. Wherever Darryl’s keeping his brews these days, it isn’t here. Glenn’s probably gonna have to drink water, like he’s a horse or something.

“Listen, obviously you came to the right place. Fighting with your old man, huh?”

“Maybe.” Glenn finds the apple juice in the back of the fridge, fills up two sippy cups and screws the tops on. Paeden doesn’t like getting kid stuff if other people have the adult versions. But he’s also a fuckin klutz, so this is the less sticky option, long-term.

The two of them head out the back door and sit down. The front yard is all torn up right now, but the backyard is admittedly pretty, even to an indoors guy like Glenn.  All flowers with different colors and such.

“I’ve seen him around. Paeden pays attention.” The kid gets that look on his face, the one he gets when he’s sizing up a potential opponent. “I think you could take him out if you really needed to, but you might want some backup. He’s a big fucker. Darryl could probably do it. Or I could do a sneak attack.”

“We’re not fighting like that, man.” God. Glenn never really thought about Paeden’s weird fucked-up life until he had to see the little dude dressed in an Octonauts t-shirt. This is better, but man. Talk about culture shock.

“We don’t…” Glenn fumbles, and comes up with one of the rules that Henry had painted onto the very wall of the house for “everyone” as a reminder.

“We use gentle hands with people we love,” Glenn says. His instinct is to immediately cut the sappy Henry-speak with some joke about the times he and Robin don’t use gentle hands, but he remembers he’s talking to Paeden. If Henry came over and painted rules on Glenn’s wall, don’t work blue around the kids would probably be one of them.

“Yeah, yeah,” Paeden grumbles. “Does he count?”

“What do you mean?”

“You love him and shit?”

Glenn exhales a long sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Dang.” Paeden takes a swig from his juice like the world’s weariest cowboy with the whiskey that’s his only pal. “Sometimes it be like that, huh.”

“Sometimes,” Glenn mumbles.

“Fair enough, fair enough,” Paeden mutters sympathetically. They sit in silence, interrupted by the rattle of the sliding glass door as Laserwolf squeezes through into the backyard. The old hound circles the entire perimeter a few times, pees, and lumbers back to where Glenn and Paeden are sitting. He collapses at their feet with a long-suffering sigh, and Glenn reaches down to give him a scratch. Laserwolf rolls partly onto his back and gives Glenn a mournful look that says rub my belly forever; my life is very hard.

“Did you try using your words?” Paeden asks.

“I used… some words.” Glenn busies himself making much of Laserwolf, who’s emitting happy grumbles at the attention.

“Uh-huh, okay,” Paeden seems determined to crack this one for Glenn. “Did you use your listening ears?”

Glenn rumples Laserwolf’s own ears and gives a sigh. “It’s more complicated than that, my man.”

“Well, if all else fails,” Paeden says thoughtfully, “get inside his reach so he can’t swing on ya with those big paws. Go for the soft underbelly. Get him on the ground, if you can. The ground’s your friend, man. Everybody’s the same height on the ground.”

Glenn’s automatically picturing it, but his mind’s eye twists the image from Robin looking up at him in defeat to Robin looking up at him from his hospital bed, befuddled but happy that Glenn’s there. Better not let Paeden know that Robin already went a round with a Chrysler LeBaron today, or the kid’s gonna get all kinds of carried away about how to exploit it.

“We gotta get you in some elementary school judo or some shit, man. Channel all this.”

Paeden scoffs. “Nah, nah. Once you’ve played the big leagues, you don’t go back to the minors.” He looks at his wrist, proudly adorned by the Spider-Man watch that Glenn got him last time they did Disney. Glenn’s 99% sure that Paeden still can’t tell time yet, but he never takes the thing off. “Listen, the guys are gonna get back from soccer soon. The ol’ P-man’s gonna get some cartoon time in while the getting is good, you dig me?”

“No doubt, no doubt,” Glenn says. He extends his fist and Paeden taps Glenn’s fist with his own before ambling back into the house.